#elias ficlet

[jonahfucker]

Jonah's eyes finally opened from his stupor.

One grey eye was missing from his eye socket, replaced by a much glassier facsimile. Jonah's face turned into a grin of pride. "See something that interests you?"

Jon looked around frantically searching the room for anyone else.

"How? Where are you… What?" Jon's chest hammered with his heart beat.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy? No. You and I know I wasn’t born yesterday." Jonah smirked, shaking his head, then stretching his limbs.

Confusion still wracking Jon's mind, grasping at nothingness. Jonah's smirk shifting into a grin, leaning closer.

Jon's eyes continue to search Jonah’s expression for answers. Jonah chuckles, crossing his arms confidently.

"What is the purpose of an archive?" Jonah inquired.

"To store and contain information…" Jon started.

Cutting Jon off Jonah spoke, "And what Archivist would I be if I didn’t have a back up of my own."

"Stay, Enjoy the show." Jonah motioned to the windows. Jon peered out, eyes travelling across the twisted London hellscape.

[elias-the-corvid]

I'm writing something and every time I'm rereading and get to certain lines I get HIT with feelings, so I'm having fun. I love laughing at my own jokes and crying at my own angst. I really really want to share it but it's not finished and I don't trust myself enough to promise it'll be done.

...Okay here's a sneak peek (tw for suicidal ideation? And lots of guilt):

(for context this is a time travel TMA fic in which only Jon comes back to his own body in season 1. At this point he's been having lunch with Tim almost every day for a few months and they've formed a stronger friendship than before. They're talking about past relationships.)

"The second one I met here."

It was barely a whisper, Tim wouldn't have heard him if a few more people were talking around them. He could see in Jon's face how difficult it was for him to talk about this, but he also saw determination. He didn't know why.

"He was… so good to me." Tim only blinked but in his mind he was recontextualizing some things (he! Jon dated a he! Not surprising at all but it was good to have the confirmation) had Jon not told him for fear? "He was there for me when I'd lost everyone in my life. I wasn't really nice to him in the beginning but he stayed when no one else did. He was my-" Jon stopped and breathed deeply once, twice, thrice, and tried again "He was my anchor." Tim didn't know what that meant, but it sounded important. He touched Jon's shoulder in reassurance and he flinched, looked at Tim's eyes surprised. "Sorry, I- I really miss him. I lost him in July."

And there it was. "I lost him," not "we broke up." Tim suddenly understood some things better. "Did… was he-? Did you lose him that day you broke down crying?" He wasn't sure this was okay to ask but he needed to confirm a theory and he was nothing if not a curious man.

"Yes." Jon looked away, as if lost in memory.

"Can I hug you? You seem like you need a hug." Jon merely dropped his head on Tim's shoulder, eyes closed. Tim held him there.

"He kept me human, you know? He- he was the strongest man I'd ever met, even when people thought him weak. He sacrificed so much." Tim nodded and let him speak, he needed this.

"And even in the end he did everything right. He should be here. I shouldn't have gotten out of there alive." Tim felt his shoulder get wet. Oh, Jon was crying. He seemed to do that more nowadays.

"Oh, Jon. I'm sorry. Whatever happened wasn't your fault, alright? And you'd never deserve to die. You're a good person." Jon chuckled between sobs.

"That's not true."

"What isn't true?"

"All of it."

Tim hugged him tighter. He couldn't fix this but he'd be here for Jon. "I'll remind you every day how much you deserve to live if it's necessary, alright? You're my friend. I'll always be here for you."

Jon got quiet suddenly. "What if you don't though? What if- what if I become too hard to deal with? What if I hurt someone?"

"I'll still be here."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[townofcadence]

Repost of an older drabble piece ^^

His hands were shaking.

Artair understood why, but it was inconvenient. He just... wanted a task to keep his mind on. He’d intended it to be putting their gear away, but his only remaining hand was frigid and numb and not keen on obeying him. He stood outside the van, carrying cases stacked in towers, with the topmost case open and the foam pulled out. He couldn’t get the equipment to fit in the impressions. It was hard with one arm, he could barely see, vision twisting and blurring, and his muscles wouldn't stop their spasms. Every now and then, he had to stop to cough into his hand; that only slowed his progress further.

He’d managed half their gear. His prosthetic was useless, but once all the ghost-investigation paraphernalia was away, he could break out his tools and get to work on that. It’d take a bit, but he could fix it. He might have to replace a lot of the inner-workings, especially the circuitry, but it wasn’t a big deal when it was far better than the alternative outcome.

Artair heaved a sigh, and jammed a camera into its slot. It wasn’t nestled in the foam like it was supposed to be, but it’d just be another thing he couldn’t get right. He'd known something was wrong. He’d felt it about the place. He knew it he knew and he’d still been too slow. He wasn't fast enough, didn't try harder, and Eevie almost–

Hair raised on the back of his neck and he caught a chill. The scent of warm, earthy spices and chocolate, cold tingles on his skin; Elias always felt like a cup of cocoa on a frigid winter's day when he was nearby. Something cold, but warm, comforting, and sweet.

Rot sunk into his gut.

He didn’t turn from the box, eyes glued to the piece inside, not quite right. It didn’t fit in. It shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t wanted. Maybe it was useful sometimes, but maybe it should stop kidding itself. It was its fault anyways because if it hadn’t hurt its friend he could’ve done this all better and it all wouldn't be so fucked up.

“Artair?” The voice he expected to hear sounded behind him, and his shoulders hunched a few degrees, He jammed the foam back into place on the camera he’d been boring holes into, and closed the lid. The voice was so– gentle. Not like he sounded usually. Usually Elias was so cold now. Distant. The question was so soft but somehow that hurt more. It almost sounded like he was worried.

“Is Eevie okay?” He still didn’t turn around. He sunk lower between his raising shoulders. His fingers flexed and then balled so hard his knuckles turned white and his palm burned. 

“She’ll be okay…She’s warm. She’s sleeping now. Prince is helping, too. He's pretty much a space heater at full size.”

Artair nearly sagged when some of the weight slid off him, but his spine stayed ramrod. He didn’t have to turn around and there weren’t any footsteps, but he knew Elias was getting closer. It was the tingle of a current in his mouth, like battery acid, static through the whole of him. His head was buzzing at the sensation and he shivered because of the steady wafting heat behind him, like his back was to a fireplace. It was so different from the ice his skin had been sheeted with and that froze his veins and numbed his hand. Elias must've upped his body temperature, to help Eevie thaw out and warm up as well.

“Oh. Good.”

He wished he had more to say, but the words dangled between them in the air, a waving banner dedicated to his awkwardness. He focused on latching the case he’d closed, and moved it aside to open the next one. 

“Artair.”

“Mm?”

There was a sound behind him. “Artair. Please... look at me?”

The request was so small. It was soft, not a command, and the way the request squeezed out almost sounded like a plea. Artair licked his lips and screwed his eyes shut for a moment, before he wheeled around, dragging himself like a rusted valve until he’d turned enough to see him. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat when he saw Elias’ face. it was his face face. He never wore that when it was just them. Usually what he saw was that icy mask. Elias had tried to explain why, once. But all he'd gleaned from the attempt was that Elias felt safer around him while not being vulnerable. It was a far cry from where they used to be. It twisted his chest. He brushed back his hair and made eye contact with the ground.

“–Artair?” Elias’ voice came back into focus, but before Artair opened his mouth, a hand touched his arm. It struck him like lightning and he couldn’t move, and his voice locked. Elias' hand was warm, but in a pleasant way. “You zoned out there. Are you okay? And Artair– why are you cold? You're freezing!”

That unglued his mouth. His voice wavered and he offered a shaky shrug. “I– I figured. Better to get Eevie warmed. And– faster we leave we can get somewhere warmer. I changed clothes.” He coughed again into his hand.

That made Elias' brow crease. “Artair… you went into the water too.”

“Y-yeah, but Eevie was under longer.”

“And you swallowed more water than she did.” Elias flickered and he saw the side he was used to. His voice almost harsh in its firmness. Artair hunched, and it hit the switch, his best friend Elias receding back to his eggshell-stepping. It made him want to yank his hair out this was so wrong it shouldn’t be this way it wasn’t fair but who’s fault was it–

Elias' snagged his hand, and the thoughts jarred to a halt. “I’m sorry. For snapping. I– shouldn’t.” He looked away, and every instinct wanted to reach out and comfort him. Tell him it was alright, it wasn’t his fault. But Elias' mouth opened again. “But…Artair. You need to take care of yourself. This… I know I’ve been hard to… talk to. Deal with. I’m so angry. All the time. And it bubbles up so easily with you.” 

Artair shrunk in silence and he nodded. Elias continued. “But. But that isn’t your fault. It’s…. I don’t want to be angry at you. I still…. I care about you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Not like this.” Artair looked up at him. There were tears, mostly clear with a blue glow, on his face.

“I know you’re still a good person. I know you always were.” Elias shuddered. “I don’t want to keep hurting you because I can’t– control my temper. It’s not fair to you.” Elias wiped at his nose and sniffled, and that spurred Artair to move.

He took his hand back, and it made Elias pause. But instead of retreating or pulling away, Artair's finger just came up to wipe at the tears and their glistening streaks. 

There was a silence. A long respite, where Artair wordlessly wiped at his cheeks, and Elias stared at his hand and then him. Artair could see his gaze in his periphery, but he couldn’t meet it.

“I just… want you happy.” Artair muttered. “I can’t undo… anything. But if I could fix this, I would. But…. I’m just glad you’re here. I know you can’t help it. I don’t blame you.”

“I blame me.” Elias' hand overlaid his own. “I know it hurts you. I know it does when I get angry. Or when I try to not say anything so I don’t hurt you. I don’t want you to feel like I want nothing to do with you. I just– I don’t want to be the monster I was. I don’t want to keep hurting you.”

Artair swallowed something thick in his throat. “You’re not. You’re not a monster. You didn’t have a choice.”

“And you did?”

He froze solid, hearing Elias say that. “I– what–”

“You know what I mean. And I know you.” Elias took his chin and tilted it so they’d meet each other’s gaze. “I don’t always… notice things. Or connect the dots. But I know you. And you didn’t have a choice either.”

Artair looked at him a long moment, before he shrugged. It was the best answer he could give. Arguments filled his mouth, but he swallowed them for now. Disagreeing would just make Elias try to convince him more. 

Elias seemed satisfied enough with that. “I know what kind of person you are,” He continued. “You want to know who that is…?”

“Who…?” 

He smiled. “The kind of person who jumps into an icy lake, to save our best friend from a spirit who pulled her under. The kind of person who doesn’t think twice about how dangerous it is. The only person who could go under that surface because of magic seals, and who didn’t even need to be asked. Who didn’t know that, but didn’t care. The person who held her above water and risked himself. The person who did that even when your arm stopped working and was weighing you down. Who still held her up when it did, so she’d stay above the water. Even when that meant you kept going under. The person determined enough to save her despite everything. And the person who did.”  

The tears were there again as he put his hands on each side of Artair's face. “Eevie is the love of my life. And my afterlife. She’s one of my best friends. And you saved her when no one else could. That’s who you are, Artair. A friend who does what it takes for everyone he cares about. I wish I had remembered that. Because when it comes down to it…? That’s who you are. I didn’t lose her, because you saved her.”

Artair made a choked noise, but it was nothing next to the sound that escaped when large arms wrapped around him, and Elias held him close in a tight embrace. 

It was the first one Elias had given him, since he’d come back. It felt like home and heartbreak all at once.

“I thought I was going to-- to lose her. I couldn’t reach her. And then I thought I might lose you both. And that was terrifying.” Elias' voice wavered. He shook and clutched him tighter.

He could feel fingers balling against his shirt with handfuls of fabric, just underneath his hoodie. “You matter too. You have to know you matter.” Elias whispered it against his hair. “I can’t lose either of you. Any of you. You have to know that, Artair. I want all of us to be okay. All of us together. You’re a part of that.”

“E--Elias– I–.” He warbled, hardly able to string words together. Elias' embrace was so familiar and nostalgic. It was so warm and he held him so close he almost forgot how how far apart they were. He stayed frozen in his hold until Elias' warmth thawed him enough to return the hug, making the numbness recede. There were butterflies in his lungs and the ice was melting where it’d seized him inside.

 He shook now, but he said nothing. He couldn’t. His voice was choked out and he couldn’t speak. He knew if he tried he’d just cry. He didn’t want to. 

Elias did let go after a time, but he only pulled back, his arms going to Artair’s shoulders. “Thank you. For saving her. I– I know I’m still angry. But I want to try. I know who you are. So we can try…. right? I want to. I want to get through this. And I still want you with us.”

Artair could feel his eyes stinging. The protests were still in his mouth, but he nodded. 

Elias hugged him again, though this one was shorter. But it still meant everything, and held all the weight he’d been shouldering, so he could breathe without gasping for once. “Good. Now this all can wait.” He gestured to the equipment, but Elias' gaze never left him. “Let’s just… it’s warm in the van, Art. Come inside. Eevie will kick my shins if she wakes up and you’re still freezing. You wouldn’t want to risk those, would you?”

Artair made a sound. It might’ve been a chuckle at one point.  “N-no. And Vie– she’d be– be sad she couldn’t stick her cold toes on– on me.” He stuttered and halted as he spoke, slow and choppy. It was lighthearted, but his voice still threatened to break the dam with every word. It was the best he could do to keep himself steady and still say them. 

But Elias’ soft laugh said it was enough. 

The divide felt smaller. With Elias' hand on his shoulder, he was ushered through the van’s back doors.

[karuvapatta]

A ficlet featuring Elias and time travel shenanigans. Enjoy!

***

True to form, the Crawling Rot crept across the Archives slowly, insidiously. By the time it made its presence known it was already deep inside the walls, burrowing its way into brick and mortar and stone, carving a home for itself, consuming and inevitable. It couldn’t be stopped, it couldn’t be fought, spreading and multiplying, a dozen new manifestations even as one was slain…

Elias felt the constant itch beneath his skin. It took considerable willpower to ignore, in fact. Normally he thrived on passivity and inaction, but now it became a delicate balancing act, between letting it run wild and trying to contain that which could not be contained…

But there was something new. A low buzz in the fabric of his Archives. He borrowed the eyes of one of the Assistants, but could not make sense of what he saw in this manner. Something - someone - was actively obscuring his vision. The Distortion? It seemed like a game it might like to play. Better make sure. Better safe than sorry.

He went down into the Archives and knocked on the door. Sasha and Tim were huddled on the other side, caught in frantic whispers, their bewilderment fresh and obvious in the air. Has Prentiss struck early? No, he was quite certain he would have felt it.

“Is everything all right?” He asked.

“Oh—Elias? Is that you?” Sasha replied.

“I believe so,” Elias said drily, and pushed the door open.

They weren’t injured in any obvious way. Elias scanned them thoroughly just in case, trying to determine the cause of this commotion.

“Is Jon around?” he asked, unnecessarily; he would have known if his Archivist had left his domain.

“Yeah, he’s taking a statement,” Tim said.

“Live statement?” Elias said.

That—no, that didn’t sound right. He hadn’t—he kept careful tabs on those touched by the Powers who might find their way here, and he hadn’t expected any one of them to show up today. And even if he should have missed it, Rosie would let him know. She had never failed him yet.

There was a familiar prickling sensation at the back of his neck; the crushing weight of his Patron’s gaze, as familiar as it was terrifying. Something went wrong, Elias knew with sudden clarity; something was terribly, horribly wrong—

“Excuse me,” he said, pushing past the Assistants, heading straight for the Head Archivist’s office. He hadn’t—he hadn’t quite meant to move, but still his legs carried him onwards, as if following a path laid out in front of them, a few short steps before the edge of a cliff, and a drop into the endless oblivion.

Jon was at his desk, alive; he didn’t look up at Elias, he didn’t move, unable to tear his gaze away from the man in front of him. Fear paralyzed him, froze the blood in his veins and took the air from his lungs; it was too much, too soon, his fragile heart couldn’t cope with it yet, but his eyes were open, wide open, swallowed by the pupils. And—

“Who are you?” Elias asked, momentarily blinded by fury.

The statement-giver was sitting down with his back to the door; Elias could see greying hair pulled into a messy bun, and a hand on the desk, balling into a fist, brown skin dotted with scars.

“We aren’t done,” said the stranger, strange harmonics overlapping the familiar voice. “Continue.”

Jon trembled in his seat; his heart was beating dangerously fast, its rhythm growing erratic, its vessels incapable of feeding it for much longer. He could feel the web of them growing strained, threatening to break at any moment—

“I don’t—I don’t remember—“ Jon stammered. “I don’t remember his name. I don’t—“

The stranger sighed.

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t,” he said. “Statement ends.”

Jon collapsed, heaving for breath and clutching at his chest; it felt like a heart attack but it wasn’t one, not truly. He would recover shortly, even if he didn’t believe it right now. The man was always so dramatic.

“What have you done to my Archivist?” Elias demanded.

The stranger laughed - a short, dry laugh, with very little humor to it. And that, too, was uncannily familiar. Some aspect of the Stranger, then? It would explain why Elias’ vision remained clouded.

“You know,” he began, then paused; everywhere around them, there was a buzz of static, tape recorders listening in with ravenous hunger. Elias felt a similar pull, gnawing at his own mind, begging to be filled.

But the man shook his head, then, and said, “No. I have nothing to say to you.”

“What—who are you?” Jon cut in, sharp and abrasive as ever.

Instead of answering, the stranger rose to his feet, and turned around.

The eyes looking back at him were unblinking, open wide, swallowed by the hungry maw of pupils; and Elias had felt the Beholding’s presence in the past, had trembled under the weight of Its attention, but never before had he experienced the sensation of standing face to face with It. He never considered himself a religious man but it did feel like seeing his God made flesh—all-seeing, all-knowing, power and terror and—

No. It couldn’t be. He’d know if the Ritual succeeded. The man in front of him couldn’t be what he seemed; there had to be another explanation. And now that he got over the initial shock, Elias noticed other features - this stranger and Jon looked remarkably alike…

And then the man punched him in the face.

Elias staggered backwards, reflexively raising his hand to the sharp pain in his cheek.

“Jesus Christ, what—“ Jon said, while the stranger aimed another blow.

Elias was ready this time. He moved at the last moment; his assailant hit the door instead and toppled forward, spitting foul curses in Jon’s voice.

“Come back here,” he snarled.

His knuckles were bloodied, possibly broken. Still he came back up, throwing himself at Elias; his movements were reckless, fueled by pure rage and all-consuming hatred. Elias managed to block him, grab one of the arms; he tried looking, pulling anything useful out of the eyes in front of him, flood the mind with terror and pain, but there was nothing to latch onto—or, rather, there was too much of it all at once, like trying to catch a single raindrop in a torrential downpour.

He landed heavily on the Archivist’s desk, all air knocked out of his lungs. A glint of metal in the corner of his eyes; he panicked, throwing his arms up, anything. Sharp pain laced up his arm, where the blade must have pierced skin. But he managed to grab a hold on the other man’s wrists, hold, hold on while the tip of the knife inched closer and closer to his face, hairbreadth above his right eye—

The knife disappeared, as did the weight on his chest. His assailant had been wrenched backwards, probably by one of the archival assistants. Elias breathed out, holding back an undignified whimper, and covered his face with his hands. His eye. His eyes. No, they were still where they should be, it was all right. They were all right. They hadn’t been injured.

“Are you hurt?” Jon asked from somewhere above him. Elias flinched, but it was his Jon speaking. There was no reason to fear him.

“No,” he said coolly.

“A little help here?” Tim shouted.

The commotion was still going on. Tim and Martin were wrestling with the stranger, trying to get him to drop the knife. But clearly whatever madness had been driving the man up until now had ran its course. He seemed to shrink in on himself, backing away from the two of them with wide, terrified eyes, the knife clutched protectively to his chest.

“Drop the knife, mate,” Tim said. He and Martin towered over the—over Jon. The man was Jon, or a being made to look like him. Older by about a decade, face weathered, hair almost entirely grey; dressed with none of Jon’s usual desperate insecurity, in loose jeans and a sweater several sizes too large on him. But the resemblance was unmistakable.

“No,” Not-Jon said; his grip on the knife turned white. “But it’s all right. I’m—I’m putting it away now.”

He sheathed the blade under their apprehensive gaze, hiding it beneath the large sweater. Then he raised his empty, horribly scarred hands. “There. See?”

“I’m calling the police,” Sasha said flatly, the phone already pressed to her ear.

Not-Jon’s lips twisted into a humorless smile. “No, you are not.”

“Why not?”

“Because you want to question me yourself,” not!Jon said. “And I think—I think everyone will be better off if I just leave.” He huffed a short, bitter laugh; his shoulders trembled, and he backed away another step, to lean against the wall and bury his face in his hands. “I shouldn’t have come here,” he mumbled, voice muffled and strained with—pain? Guilt? “I really am very sorry about that…”

“You can’t just leave,” Jon said sharply. “You tried to kill Elias, we won’t just let you go—“

“I think it’s a very good reason to let me go, actually” not!Jon said. “I’m still armed, after all.”

“Who, um—who are you?” Martin asked timidly.

Not!Jon froze. He kept his face covered still, maybe in a futile attempt to hide his identity.

“You look—you look just like Jon.”

“No, he does not,” Jon said in his snottiest, most abrasive tone of voice. “What on earth are you talking about, Martin?”

Martin deflated. Not!Jon lowered his hands and stared at his other self.

“Good lord, you are such a prick,” he said slowly. “I never realized…”

“Oh, so you’ve met before?” Tim asked, smirking.

Elias finally got his breathing under control and managed to get back on his feet. There was a shallow cut on his forearm, a smear of blood on his shirt; no doubt his hair looked a horrible mess. He righted the tie, his vest and shirt, smoothing down any creases, and then calmly wiped off the blood with a handkerchief.

Not!Jon was glaring at him, with a very Jon-like expression. Their eyes met; Elias caught flashes of the man’s hostility, vague impressions and images —Gertrude’s bullet-ridden corpse, the tunnels—

“I think I should leave now,” not!Jon said. “Wouldn’t you agree? Elias?”

Terror crept down Elias’ spine. Not!Jon knew him; knew him in a deep, visceral way, all his secrets, lies, weaknesses… all his fears…

“Yes,” he said. “I think that would be for the best.”

[deepdisireslonging]

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Elias x Reader x Roman Reigns : Chained to the Wall (S, Threesome)

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[the-dye-stained-socialite]

i think i want to have something happen with elias and the rhqueen for hallowmas this year but i need to think of what... little ficlet or art or something.... her favorite moth <3

[amell]

idk how to properly post about fics on here (i don’t write much) but a little ficlet about elias being a weirdo in love

[gildedmuse]

[Top credit to @jhaernyl. Who knows of I would even write without her. She is one of the singule kindest, kniwst individuals I know. And I love her for both]

So, we have a problem..

A lot of time I see cute art and I can't HELP being inspired and want to write fic about it, or at least a ficlet. It's kind of a lot of my writing these days, it's helping me get back in the habit. But you can't just post art without proper credit!

(Speaking of which @jhaernyl for writing inspo.)

So what I'm do is post a link to a random site. And if it HAPPENS to remind you of the story I guess that's that.

Exactly like this.

[Gonna credit Sam Elias, if that's wrong please let me know. I'd hate to wrongly credit this random and unrelated art]

Idea:

College Law after his high school boyfriend moves in with him

Law: *20 year old starting his med degree working full time and trying to get an internship all at the same time*

Zoro: *15 and shows up at Law's door with one bag and three swords* Torao! *Throws himself into Law's arms*

Official Boyfriend

Law: Z-Zoro-ya? What are you doing here? *Glancing at his calendar. It's not Northerntide yet is it? He's been studying but he hasn't been THAT out of it*

Zoro: *Snickers* That's still a month off, idiot.

Zoro: *walks in to Law's apartment, perfectly comfortable* I just wanted to come and see you. Wow, your place is a mess.

Law: O-oh. *Blushing, moving to quick to stuff a.... Err.... Medical work out magazine under a pillow. Shambling some books onto his bed, tossing his jacket over the mess on his chair* I guess I haven't had many guest lately. Oh! *Looks down, surprised to suddenly have Zoro smiling up right next to him*

Zoro: Well now you have one. You're welcome!

Law: *Gives in, finally smiling softly down at Zoro* Yeah, I do. *Kissing the tip of his nose* My favorite guest, In fact.

Zoro: *snorts, punching Law's arm, but gently* You just told me I was your ONLY guest, flirt.

Law: *chuckle* But still my favorite.

Zoro: *standing there, up on his toes, staring up at Law all expectedly*

Law: *ruffles his hair* Right. Let me get you a warm drink.

Not what Zoro wanted, but he'll take it.

—🧡—

Technically, Zoro and Law have been "dating" since Zoro was 12/13 and Law was 17/18. Law wouldn't say it was dating. He would say he was acting as Zoro's uchidachi while also helping to tutor the boy so he'd be ready for his Third Level Exams - that's for students moving from Second Levels (11-14 year olds) into their third and final level of basic education (15-18) - but seeing as they were both orphans and both lived at the dojo (the North doesn't have "orphanages" as such. Its far more effective to send kids into some sort of school. Not for general education but for something like a vocation or else a specialty like a Dojo or a Theater or a Companion House) and since Law was both his uchidachi and his tutor and one of the oldest kids at the dojo, they ended up spending so much time together that Zoro decided it was dating.

When Law turned 18 he had to move out of the dojo, even though he was still finishing his final year of third level (the last two years are only for higher level students who are likely to go into universities. Law had earned a scholarship to the North Blue Marine Academy, so he was staying all three years, but the dojo only has so many rooms, and at 18, regardless of the situation, you had to go.) Law "rented" a room with his mentor, the one at the Academy who had recruited Law and even secured him a spot in the competitive medical school - under the stipulation that Law maintains his grades of course - so he was able to focus on his school.

However, he felt he needed at least a part time job. And while Law MAY have been the occasional problem back at the dojo, the Sensei did like to hold him up as an example to the other students as what they could achieve if they put their nose to the grindstone and followed all the rules.

Also, Donquixote Rosinate was a big donor and Law's mentor and no one wanted to upset Rosinate-san. So they hired him on part time as a assistant to the sensei which, at least the students liked him

But Zoro liked him MORE and so he was sure to establish that he was still Law's shadachi which Law ensured him that, yes, while he might be the assistant sensei for the whole class, he was only Zoro-ya's uchidachi which Zoro was very, very happy to hear.

So then, just to make sure, he checked that he was still Torao's only boyfriend.

That was.... More complicated.

"Why? Because you sometimes see other people? I don't care, so long as I'm your only OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND."

"Zoro-ya, you can't be my official boyfriend. You can't be my boyfriend at all. You're only 12!"

"Well, yeah, but I'll be 13 in less than a month! All the other 13 year olds have boyfriends or girlfriends."

"But not ones who are 18."

"That's not true. Baby's is 37!"

Law has nearly choked. He also made sure to tell one of the Sensei immediately, and was politely told to mind his own business.

Zoro remained very persistent. "Please. We don't have to DO anything. I just want to have you as my boyfriend."

And Law did notice all the other 13 year olds had dates. Zoro was from the east, he got brought up here by *accident*. And he really didn't seem to want to do anything other than talk about kendo and hang out with Law and maybe sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder, but those are all things he'd done before. So when he was 13, Law finally gave in and said, okay, they could be "official" boyfriends, but he couldn't tell any of yhe kids at the dojo. It would make it seem like Law was playing favorites and dating students is wrong, anyway, he explained.

Zoro had gone all pink and punched the air. "Yes! Torao, I'll be the BEST official boyfriend ever, I promise!"

And maybe it's just that Law had only ever had the two "official" boyfriend and one girlfriend ever and none of them had been that great at just, like, being *people* never mind dates, but honestly, Zoro-ya probably was the best. At least in Law's experience.

He didn't talk about it, not at the dojo but at also at school, at least as far as Law could tell. He never asked for anything or expected Law to do anything for him. He didn't mind when sometimes kids would tease Law because somehow they always seemed to know when he'd been with someone, because as far as Zoro was concerned it was like how Law was everyone's assistant but only HIS uchidachi. That's what made him official.

He didn't constantly follow Law around or want to talk to him all the time; well, no more than he had before. He never cried or pouted because Law wasn't giving him enough attention or started a fight just because he fault like being angry.

Well, he started fights, just not with Law, and they were all physical anyway so that was fine.

No, he was pretty much the same kid he'd always been expect that sometimes he'd scoot just a bit closer to Laa, and occasionally he'd sneak giving him this look, but that was fine. Oh, and for couple's day he'd gone and got Law a gift.

Of course, he didn't have any money, but he knew Law was busy with school and his job and his Academy Entranve Exams AND being his Official Boyfriend, so Zoro had snuck out and borrowed Kikoku - Law's Nodachi and one of his few possessions left from his parents - And he took his best oil and traded away part of his super for the best rice paper he could and he even managed to find his way to where Law was staying (that's had been the plan, at least..... In the end, he wound up at the Marine station, but that worked out all the same) and he spoke with Law's Corazon and explained what he needed. Law said if there was every anything that Zoro really, really needed or any kind of an emergency, he should go to Corazon. Zoro knew this wasn't an emergency, but he did think it was really, really important so he put together his best clothes and brushed his hair and practiced all his formal language just to ask this one favor.

It turns out, Corazon was really cool and so impressed with Zoro's presentation that not only did he agree, he took him down to the store himself and he let Zoro pick out the Sageo he thought Law would like best (within reason).

Zoro had selected a bright red one because that way it was like blood and Torao was going to be a doctor, so he'd probably be around a lot of blood and this was if any was on his hands it wouldn't show. Plus it looked really cool. Way more scary and also fancy than the worn out, threadbare and dirty white one that Law was using.

Corazon let him come back to the house so he could work while Law was at class (he forgot to ask why Zoro wasn't at class himself, he was so delighted to have this adorable and determined child who wanted to make a gift for his uchidachi. He didn't even bother to tell him that wasn't how Couple's Day works up North. He just made Zoro some snacks, said he had to go back to work but he could call if anything happened and help himself to anything in the kitchen and let the boy work.

When Law came home after his study group he found Zoro curled up on the floor next to the couch, Corazon's marine coat draped over him like a blanket. On the table was a note where Corazon explained all about Zoro coming down to the marine office and asking Corazon if he would help him buy a gift for Law and how he'd come back and spent all day working on polishing Kikoku and then rewrapping the saya with the hanging cord which according to Corazon he'd only needed two tries to do which seemed very impressive for such a young boy. He'd also run in the second he'd heard Corazon scream with his own katana drawn, ready to attack, and once he saw it was just Corazon on fire from the stove he helped him put both out.

Corazon had wanted to offer him dinner, but by the time he'd come in the boy had be sprawled out on the floor snoring. The note finished that he's had to leave - no reason which Law has figured out means it's secret marine business - but dinner was in the fridge. Be sure his young friend gets home safe and oh you may want to change his bandages before he goes.

That part was confusing to say the least, so Law goes and he gently prods Zoro awake. The boy yawns and sits up, holding out Kikoku for Law's approval.

The sword was beautiful. He also noticed Zoro's littke hands covered in bandages. Kikoku was a cursed blade and Zoro-ya is stranger, it makes sense it would take blood. But he had just wrapped up his fingers and kept working. It had been one of the nicest thing anyone's ever done for Law.

Law, of course, had no idea he'd planned to make such a sweet gesture and so had nothing to give him in exchange. Thinking quickly he told Zoro-ya to close his eyes before dashing to his room. He grabs an old hoodie he's made with his tag on it.

It was nothing compared to the thoughtfulness behind Zoro-ya's gift, but before Law can regret it, the boy's squealed that he loved it and throw it on over his school uniform.

On the way taking Zoro's back to the dojo, the stop and get some fries dumplings and the woman behind the counter's comment on how cute they are with Zoro in his boyfriend shirt makes Zoro beam. Law smiles and says, "yeah, he's the Official Boyfriend," in a way he hopes she'll know is joke and Zoro turns pink and burrows into his jacket. The old woman laughs and apologizes for being out of couple specials and instead "sneaks" them two extra dumplings and gives them what it left of her white rice which is easily three helpings worth. After the split the dumplings he lets Zoro have the rice to himself which he gulps down without seeming to need to breathe. He is quite the picture with his puff out cheeks, splitting rice as he says thank you.

"You know next year, when I'm not around, if anything where to happen you could still go to Cora-san, yeah?"

"Oh...." And the kid manages to swallow the whole ball of rice in his mouth at once. "Yeah but, you'll still come and visit, right? For holidays and stuff."

"It would be expensive," Law pointed out. "And I'll be very busy."

Zoro gives a small sound of unstanding and nods his agreeal. The kid is just looking down at the mostly empty dumpling box, picking through what little rice is left. Law feels like he's broken up with someone. On Couple's Day.

"But...." He says, eyes falling on a vendor who is just about to close up. He takes out his wallet. It's a little light, but then it always is. "Here," he says, reaching down for Zoro's hand and pulling him towards that side of the street. "One last Couple's Day gift. Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes?"

"It says 2 for 200 Berris."

"Yes, it's our Couple's Day Special."

"Is that for any of them or..."

"That's the cheapest models. We have much better for 1200, and for just 3000 we can do two E Mushis, but the air time is sold separately. "

"Can the cheap ones reach from here to the Marine Academy over on Stanton Island? "

" All the way to Stanton? No. Not yet, they're too young." Law notes the inside of his cheek, making a disappointed noise. He should have checked before dragging Zoro-ya over here.

The vendor looks between the two before sighing. He's seen enough broken hearted couples for one day. "I have some that are about two years old. The reception might be spotty but it will get better given a year or so. I can do them for 300."

"Yeah?" 300 isn't that bad, and he can use it for other things like staying in touch with Cora-san and his friends. "May we see them?"

The man nods before reaching down and pulling out a small aquarium. It has barely enough room for each creature to move, with a line of plastic down the middle so the cages can either been broken into two or turned into one slightly larger aquarium.

Inside are two medium size snails. One of them happily chomping at the foliage. The other looks like it had been sleeping but clicks into a more official On state when it's picked up, remaining fully still.

The man puts them on the counter in front of Zoro's who looks at them with a curious tilt of his head.

Law fingers what little cash he has on him. He feels for such a purchase he should at least ask some questions. "You said they're 2 years old?"

"Yeah. It'll still be about 3 years before they're full grown, another 2 before they're Grand Line Capable. These models have a good 20 years on them, though."

"Do they have any additional capabilities?"

"These models? No, they're only bred to be basic communicators. But if all you're doing is talking, they can handle that. Like I said, they're range will get bigger given a few years."

"Any health problems? Care instructions?"

"This breed is pretty hearty. They're the North Blue Heartland Subspecies, known for good health and strong signal bred with an Eastern Beach Subspecies for the longevity and obedience. They're often referred to as SandHearts. Pretty common bred, resistant to most diseases though Shell Spots can sometimes appear in old age. We sell Snail Pellets but actually, with these guys, you can charge them up with just about any kind of vegetation, even just a handful of grass. Shouldn't let him give them too many processed foods though," the man adds, nodding towards the cage.

Law looks back to see Zoro dropping a small piece of left over dumpling skin in to the green one, who immediately dives for it. The yellow one remains 'On', it's eyes stalks only following the food for a second. "Zoro-ya, are you listening? "

"Hmm? Mmm." The young boy gives him a nod. Law raises his eyebrows, giving the chopsticks a pointed look.

Biting his inner cheek with just a bit of a pout, Zoro puts down his chopsticks. "Sorry about that," Law says, turning back to the vendor who only shrugs.

"It won't hurt em too much in small doses, just gives them a lot of energy to burn. Plus, can reduce their years of usage eventually. So what will it be? I have a couple of 560 Berri pairs that are further along if you'd like. "

Law winces at the price. "These will do. Thank you so much. "

As they walk off, Law sighs, stuffing his now mostly empty wallet into jean's pocket. "There," he says, smiling down at Zoro even if the smile is a bit strained. "Now will be able to speak with one another, even with me a while two islands away. You can call me with questions about kendo or homework."

Zoro looks at the two creatures in his hand. Cautiously, he taps at the glass before breaking into a smile for Law. "I want the green one."

Law returns the smile, nodding. "Okay, that one's yours." They break apart the box. Law sets his in his jacket pocket while Zoro continues to carry his inside the box with the little bits of rice. Law hopes he's not planning to feed it to the creature when he gets home. Law JUST bought them....

"If I got a job and saved up, then could I come and visit you?"

"I don't see why not. You'd have to work extra hard though, to stay on top of your grades and kendo. "

"You don't have to worry about that! I'm still the top kendo competitor in my year."

"Yeah, but not the top student," Law reminds him. But Zoro just keeps staring and finally Law relents with a sigh. "We'll talk about it later. The Dojo is the next left."

"Hmm? Oh the streets look different in the dark."

"Sure they do." Law takes the paper box, almost completely devoid of food by now, and tossss it away in the trash. So Zore won't be tempted. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay."

"Okay." Then Zoro stands there, staring at him.

Law states back. The Dojo is literally less than two hundred feet, but he still wants to watch to make sure Zoro gets back okay. They stand like that for a minute before Zoro's eyes slide to the left.

"Hmm?" Law looks over to spot a young couple standing under the light of a street lamp. The girl has about a dozen Frost Roses in her hands which couldnt have been cheap. The two are kissing and when the girl pulls back the boy tried to follow despite her giggled protest that her parents will worry.

Law looks back at Zoro, who is still staring up at him. With a low sign, Law leans down kissing the tip of Zoro's nose.

That's apparently good enough since the boy breaks out into a smile. "Night!" He calls out, almost tripping over himself as as he heads back to the dojo.

—🧡—

Now he's trying to find something non alcoholic in his fridge he can give to Zoro. A Zoro who is suddenly here. Law known he had gotten a job and had been talking about visiting but only a few days. For the holidays. And it had only been talk.

"What about school? Vacation hasn't started yet, has it?"

"Oh, yeah. I stopped going?"

"Wh-ouch!" Law jumps back at the top of his head heads the ceiling of the fridge. "What do you mean you stopped going?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, it turns out that I don't actually NEED the last tao years for Kendo, you know? "

"Kendo?" Law's jaw drops. He couldn't be serious. "Zoro-ya you can't just DO kendo!"

"Sure I can. I'm already really good at it! Plenty of people do. Oh, and I'm old enough to join the Marines!"

"Join the Marines? Zoro-ya you are NOT joining the Marines!"

"Why not?" Zoro gives him a look. "You are."

Law waves his head through the air. That's totally different. He going to the Marine Academy as a medical doctor, and even if he stayed he'd be a well paid officer. He's not joining as the rank and file!

"What did the Sensei have to say about this!?" Law asks. They couldn't just allow this. They must have strings they could pull to get him back in school!

"Oh..." Zoro gives a mad sort of sigh, looking around the room. "They kicked me out as well."

"You got kicked out of the dojo!?"

"They said there wasn't any room for someone who was just a waste of space and they need the spot for kids that would actually be worth it," Zoro grumbles, refusing to look at Law. Refusing to admit the failure.

Just like that, Law's rising panic, his fury, it all disappears. Well, maybe not disappears but certainly lessens and redirects. They told him he wasn't good enough to keep around? Really?

But he's still practically just a kid? How could they...

"But...." Zoro gives him a small, hopeful look. "I thought, I could stay here right. I mean, I can get a job and help out wi-"

"Yeah." With a sigh, Law runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't need Zoro to finish. "Yeah, you can stay."

[erdarielthewhumper]

Random word prompt: splayed!

Hi!! I'm terribly sorry at how long this has taken, I swear I meant to do it faster but life happened and also I'm not fast at writing at best of times... But here you go! I wrote you a lil ficlet about Anthony and Elias, I hope you like it!

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Anthony found him lying splayed out on the floor in a half-hidden nook between the docking areas and some staff-only station maintenance space. A pool of blood had formed beneath him, and his clothes were soaked with blood. “Elias! Elias!” was the only thing he could say at first, a harsh, shocked gasp repeated over and over again. “Elias! Wake up! What happened, who—?”

The sound of Anthony’s voice and the touch of his hand brushing against his cheek made Elias stir a little. He moved as if to sit up, but flopped back down to the floor, groaning in pain. “It’s alright, don’t move”, Anthony muttered, hastily going over Elias, trying to locate the wound. “I’ve got you now, I’ve got you, just stay awake for me?”

Elias blinked his eyes open, slowly as if focusing them was difficult. Relief came over his features as he finally recognized Anthony.

“‘nthony”, he muttered, one hand weakly grasping for Anthony’s arm.

“I’m here, I’ve got you”, Anthony reassured him.

It wasn’t just one wound Elias was bleeding from. Anthony found several all across his body. He tore his own shirt apart and used it to bandage some of the deepest ones. He prayed to every god that had ever looked after spacefolk that it’d be enough, that it’d buy him time to get Elias somewhere safe and properly patched up.

Elias didn’t seem to mind what Anthony was doing. He said no word of protest, did nothing to push Anthony’s hands away, just lay there and let him try to bandage the wounds. That worried Anthony all the more; usually Elias would be insisting he was fine, he didn’t need Anthony’s help. But now… nothing.

“Anthony… in my… the hidden pocket… in my sleeve.” There was urgency in Elias’s voice, although he seemed to hardly have the strength to speak. “They didn’t… didn’t find it.”

“We’ll sort delivering it out later, alright?” Anthony said, gathering Elias into his arms. “For now, let’s just get you back to the Lady. You did good, you can just rest now, I’ll take care of everything.”

Elias said nothing more, but the sound of his breathing kept Anthony reassured that at least he was still alive.

[ivystoryweaver]

im so hyped for those poe wips !! istg that man is like crack to me i love him <3 <3 what are they ab 👀

The prettiest pilot in the galaxyyyyyy

So one of the WIPs is an actual WIP, 4/10 "Episodes" are posted.

"The Only One"

^ That one. It's Poe x neurodivergent!f!OC named Elia. The story reads pretty much like a regular x reader (written in 2nd person), but I wanted to be a little more specific with her looks and traits so she has a name.

Poe is, of course, amazing at understanding her. She is a computer technician and programmer and they go on some missions (and dates) together (so far). She's hiding a secret about her past and identity that Poe (and Leia) can never know (or can they??) She also mysteriously (and cutely) wears a mini backpack 24/7......

"There is Someone..."

(I usually do requests, ficlets, one shots with a b&w banner for some reason)

The other WIP is a 500 follower celebration request that I am also Satan for not completing yet. The prompt is “the hand behind their nape, when they're embarrassed”

I'm determined to finish it during Poevember!!

Thanks for the ask!

UPDATE: It's finished

Poe Dameron Masterlist

My Masterlist

WIP game

[cinnamaldeide]

Crumbles of unfulfilled expectations

Chapters: 261/261 Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Extended Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom/Margot Verger, Will Graham/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Aiden (Blood and Chocolate)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Lee Fallon/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Luke Brandon/Le Chiffre, Will Graham/Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)/Draco (Clash of the Titans), Galahad/Tristan (King Arthur 2004), Roberto Bellini/Tonny (Pusher), Jimmy Price/Brian Zeller, Elias (Men & Chicken)/Adam Towers, Le Chiffre/Adam Towers, Jimmy Price/Chiyoh (Hannibal), Grigg Harris/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Lucas (Jagten)/Nick (Coach), Lee Fallon/Ivan Fjeldsted, Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)/One Eye (Valhalla Rising), Le Fantôme (Ford Edge "Le Fantôme" Commercial)/Lee Fallon, Lee Fantôme, Jacob Pederson/Buddy Wittenborn, d'Artagnan/Comte de Rochefort, Will Graham/Adam Towers Additional Tags: Ficlet Collection, Inspired by Fanart, Inspired by Twitter, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Domestic, Not Beta Read, Idiots in Love, Established Relationship, Omega Verse, and many more

Collection of ficlets of the length of a tweet or two. Every chapter belongs in a different setting, and has different characters/pairings

[princessasmosprincess]

Lettie Anastasis

I wanted to introduce you to my Twisted Wonderland teacher OC (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

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Full Name: Violet (Lettie) Anastasis

Allusion: Anastasia Tremaine

Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her

Age: 30

Height: 5’3/160cm

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Auburn

Homeland: Shaftlands

Subject Taught: Music, also private voice and piano lessons.

Personality: Kind and friendly to mostly everyone. She can be a bit of a spitfire when riled up. Lettie is also quite vain.

Unique Magic: Sing Sweet Nightingale

Lettie can communicate directly into the mind of anyone she can see. Whoever she is speaking to is able to speak back as long as she maintains the connection by keeping them in her sight (even if she’s viewing their reflection). Direct eye contact is not required, although that is when her magic is the strongest. People she knows take less energy to speak to than strangers, the stronger the personal connection the stronger her magic.

Lettie is the niece of NRC Professor Trein, who got her the job at the school after she experienced a stroke of bad luck and failed auditions. Her true dream is to become a stage actress in musicals, but she’s found her size puts her at a disadvantage compared to slimmer, more universally accepted actresses. Her hair began going gray two years ago and that certainly doesn't help her insecurities. She’s at a transitional period in her life and she wants to get back to auditioning but right now she needs money and a steady job. Her contract at NRC is temporary. She loves the students and most of her coworkers but if she could snap her fingers and be onstage, she would.

Lettie is not very strict as a teacher, preferring a gentle approach; not every student will be naturally talented in music and she doesn't want struggling students to be discouraged. She wants her classroom to be a stress-free haven, especially after the several overblots that have occurred during the school year.

Her feud with Divus Crewel began at her first NRC faculty meeting, which you can read about in my ficlet, Pink and Red, when she had to listen to him refer to the students as “puppies”. After the meeting she confronted him, telling him that behavior was unacceptable. In response, he insulted her fashion (something that highly offended her, especially because she had taken great care in picking out her outfit for the first day so she would make a good first impression) and he walked away. Their second encounter didn't go much better when he decided to start their conversation by saying, “Pink again, I see,” disdainfully commenting on her outfit. Seething, she took that opportunity to use her Unique Magic on him for the first time and called him an “arrogant peacock,” directly inside his mind, leaving him confused and speechless. After that she purposefully filled her entire office with pink decorations to get on his nerves. The piano was temporarily painted pink with magic but in her anger the magic didn't stick so now only the formerly white keys remain pink. The grand piano in the music classroom underwent similar treatment.

Despite all this she finds Crewel extremely attractive. They might have an enemies to lovers arc in the future (･ω~)

***

As mentioned above, Lettie is Professor Trein’s niece, but she also has two older brothers named Damien and Elias. They’re based on Drizella Tremaine and Cinderella, respectively.

Damien is 35, and works as a lawyer, and Elias is 33, and works as a librarian. Elias was adopted as a toddler a year before Lettie was born, when their parents weren't sure they would be able to have any more children. Lettie was a surprise. All of the children were loved equally and they're all somewhat close but Elias and Lettie are the closest, as a toddler he was very excited to become an big brother so after she was born he did his best to look after her. Lettie is definitely the little princess of the family.

Get To Know My OC Questions

1. Lettie isn't a big drinker but she’ll have a glass of wine at a dinner party or champagne during the holidays. She prefers water most of the time. Lettie also has all sorts of herbal tea recipes that are supposed to be good for the voice and most of those taste good to her.

2. Sweet is her favorite flavor but she’ll eat bitter and spicy foods as well.

3. Her favorite food is crêpes with fruit and whipped cream.

4. She likes dinner the most since she can usually relax after a day at work, plus it’s fun to have dinner with friends.

5. Lettie dislikes cheese, although there are a few instances she’ll eat it.

6. She has an average spice tolerance.

7. Her favorite animal is the cat, any type of cat.

8. Lettie usually wears sleep shorts and a t-shirt to bed but she has a few cute silk nightgowns for when she wants to pamper herself.

9. She usually sleeps on her stomach or side, she tries to sleep on her back to prevent wrinkles but it’s not as comfortable.

10. She’s a night owl.

11. Lettie is a relatively heavy sleeper, she won’t wake to most random noises in the night, but she’s not impossible to wake up and she becomes alert upon waking pretty quickly.

12. Lettie loves the rain, the sound is soothing to her. She’ll definitely stay in but she might practice her singing or piano and look out the window.

13. She loves the smell of lavender and eucalyptus.

14. She wears perfume every day, something fruity and floral. If this were our world she would wear Anna Sui Mermaid Fantasy or Versace Eros Pour Femme.

15. She mostly takes showers but she’ll indulge in a bath with a nice bath bomb every once in a while.

16. She’s a quick learner when it comes to cooking and she likes to try new things (when she has the time) she usually doesn't experiment much, she’ll go by a recipe. So she’s a pretty good cook.

17. She loves spring for the flowers and fall for the cozy weather.

18. She likes Halloween, she’s always loved to dress up.

19. She loves receiving gifts, it’s always nice to be thought about.

20. She is 5’3 and is usually happy with her height but she wonders if she’d be prettier if she was taller.

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received:

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Elias Samson/Logan Shulo/Elijah Masterlist

  Don’t Let Me Think Alone (family member death, F)

    Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets (S)

    Jealous (S)

    Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader)

    Melodies (Plus!Reader, AR, S)

    Never Let Me Go (Anxiety Attack, F)

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[feralwaff1e]

TMA PMATGA AU CROSS OVER FICLET IM GIVING NO CONTEXT FOR.

You read the title have this ficlet that only I’ll enjoy Lmfaooo. No grammar checks or nothing.

Betrayus only kept his eye on the paper in front of him. He hated this, all of this, to be some kind of ‘archivist’. It was all bullshit and Elias knew it, the bastard sitting in his office above him.

Betrayus just pinched his nose and breathed out. There was no use in being angry right now, he had a job to do. One last statement to be taken today and he could finally go back to his dingy apartment. So the quicker he could get this over with the better. So with little hesitancy he pressed the button on the comm.

“Buttler? Can you send in the last person of the day.”

There wasn’t a reply, but soon enough someone stepped through the office door. Betrayus couldn’t help but stare at the man. He had to practically suck under the door as not to hit the frame. So Betrayus eyed him curiosity as he sat down. The hood on his track suit covering his face.

“So you’re the head archivist then?” His voice sounded somewhat familiar and grated, but Betrayus shrugged it off.

“Yes.” The more Betrayus looked over the man in front of him, the more he felt uncomfortable. Something was wrong with him. Betrayus didn’t know what and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to figure it out, “What brings you in today Mr..?”

“S.” Was the curt response and even though the jacket covered his face, Betrayus could as if he was smirking under it, “And I’ve come to give my statement. Why else would I be here?”

Betrayus only shrugged in agreement. Why did anyone come to the institute? Still though, Betrayus could appreciate the bluntness. So he took out the tape recorder from his desk.

“Alright, well then Mr.S” Betrayus pressed the play button, “Statement of Mr. S taking directly from subject as of February 24th of 2023 regarding…”

“The death of my brother and the consequences of it.” Mr S finished

Betrayus nodded his head, “Statement begins.”

“As a child I had a little brother. Loved him with all my heart you know? What sibling doesn’t love one another? Sure he was a little out of the ordinary, white skin instead of our dads olive green skin or our mom’s tan skin. Though… Let’s call him Bertram, Bertram made it work. He was proud of his skin, I made sure of that.

Though most of it changed when our mom and dad got divorced. Nasty things for children to go through don’t you think?”

“Yes, my parents were divorced when I was a child.”

“You don’t say? Anyhow, our lives made it a living hell you know? Mom working late shifts to support us. What I hated though more than anything was how she treated my brother. Bertram looked a lot like our dad you see? Mom wasn’t too keen on him after the divorce because of that. Never mind my green skin, apparently that didn’t matter. Just mattered that Bertram looked like a white version of our dad.

Not going to lie, I resented her for that. I started to take care of my brother more then her. It was us against the world. I wouldn’t let anything touch him. I couldn't because he just meant so much to me. It’s funny really, you look like what I imagine him to look like at this age.”

“Let’s stay on track with the statement please.”

“Of course, sorry about that.

Anyway, one day he had this nasty fever. I begged our mom to take him to the hospital. That this wasn’t him just faking being sick, he was sick. I don’t know the cause of death, our mom never told me, but when I came home from school Bertram wasn’t there and neither was our mom.

I was worried sick until she came home that night. Even more so when she returned alone. She sat me down on our dingy dining room table and told me Bertram had passed away. I didn’t believe her at first, I yelled and cussed and it had gotten to a point where I had thrown glass at her. It was the last straw for me, I ran out that door and right into the arms of something more accepting.

There was a library by our house, and I was just angry. I didn’t think at that moment I just did, I don’t know why I broke in, I just did. It must have been teenage hormones or something. There wasn’t a rhyme or reason, just anger. So I broke into the library, and walked around. I don’t think I was going to take anything? But then it caught my eye. ‘The Bone Turners Tale’ a thick black book. It was like something had compelled me and I picked up the book and read it.

Funny enough, it was a book on the perspective on a bone smith following the pilgrims in the Canterbury tales. It was on page 16 that the book truly changed my life ‘and from his rib a flute to play that merry tune of marrow took.” It had said as the bone smith killed the millers and I learned so much from that book.”

“….Like what?”

“Like how I made our mom pay for what she did to my brother. How to listen to the sweet song that is flesh and bone, along with how to play my own tune.

I came home that night, mom waiting with tears down her face but I didn’t care. I struck her down and played that song of flesh and bone. She had always wanted to be taller you know? So I dig my hand into her legs and stretched them, and then I made her face as ugly as her personality was.”

“Why are you making this statement?”

“You didn’t let me finish archivist. After that I roamed a little, did some side jobs like disposing of the bodies the pacmafia accumulated until I caught the eye of your boss-“

Betrayus turned the recorder off, ignoring the fact his hand had fought him on it, “That’s it, the statement is over, I want you out.”

What Betrayus hadn’t expected was ‘Mr.S’ to stand up to full size and make his way over the table, “No, I don’t think so Betrayus.” He grabbed Betrayus by his arms and easily pinned his to the wall, “Elias had promised me something Betrayus and I am going to take it.”

“And what would that be?” Betrayus snarled at the man holding him, only to falter when ‘Mr.S’ took off his hoodie.

“My brother,” This Stratos look a like said, a sick yet warm smile on his face, “Oh, Tray-tray I’ve missed you so much.”

Betrayus was shaking now, “I’m not your brother,” he said barely above a whisper, “Elias can’t bring people back from the dead Stratos.”

“No,” Stratos agreed, more chirpy than Betrayus would have liked, “But he can certainly find me a copy of him.”

Betrayus held his breath as this Stratos pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Now being able to feel under the track suit how wrong this Stratos felt. How everything was pulled together and bunched like a child’s art project.

“And I’m going to let this copy of my brother go.”

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Seeing where Elias got baptized in the same spot Jesus did is kind of inspiring me 🥺...... Tempted to write a Christian drabble or ficlet.... Just have to see if anything comes of it. ��🤞