#elias sakuverse

[aestheticpearl]

when you call them ‘baby girl’

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i just know y’all have been waiting so patiently for another text fic

.love always <3 pearl

.text masterlist

[peppymintdreams]

Sakuverse Masterlist

Every ZSakuVA fanfic i've written (except for Sakuverse Reimagined Twist of Fate and Headcanon) is here, NOTICE NON BLUE FIC TITLES WILL BE MOVED TO MASTER-LIST II

Angst: 🔥 Fluff: ☁️ NSFW: 🌶️ Yandere: 🔪 AU:🌎

Alex:

Andrew Marston:

Disobedient 🌶️

The First Morning After ☁️

A Resurfacing Nightmare 🔥

You Broke Me Now We Drift Away 🔥

Soft Keys ☁️

A Swan's Cry 🔥

Haunting Dreams 🔥

Shattered Reflections 🔥

The Breaking Point 🔥☁️

A Battle Of Wills 🔥🌶️

An Unwritten Chapter 🔥☁️

Winding Roads ☁️

Not In Love 🔥

A Waltz Under Glass and Stars ☁️

My Darling ☁️

After The Fight 🔥

Forever and Always 🔥☁️

Unyielding Obsession 🔪

I Want to Protect You 🔥

Whispers in The Highways 🔥

You're My Daydream ☁️

Show Me How ☁️

A Photograph Worth a Thousand Memories☁️

Twin Troubles 🔥

Asirel:

Cevyk:

Dontis:

Elias:

Eye Understand You ☁️

Secret Weapon☁️

Hey Sexy Boy ☁️

Hot and Sweaty.... Ramen ☁️🌶️

Sick and Tired of You ☁️

Shower With You ☁️

A Catty Man 🔥

You a Sickie Baby ☁️

Memories We Can't Recall 🔥

Gifts ☁️

Crumbling Dreams 🔥

Just Me and My Thoughts ☁️

A Quiet Moment

A Quiet Escape

Marked Territory

Caged Affection

Green-Eyed Trouble

Until You Wake

Caught In The Act

Close Enough

Unexpected Trouble

Beach Buddies

Wines Affect

Mario Party Madness

The Tears of a Grown Man

Sunset Moonrise

“[Secret Agent Barista]”

Bratty Behavior

Tears in the Storm

Portrait of Disaster

Namaste or Not

Riding Into The Sunset

Isaac Rhoades:

Sing Sweet Nightingale 🔪

Morning Love ☁️

Sick and Pickled ☁️

The Dawn in the First Light ☁️

Crime and Idiocracy ☁️

Broken Promises🔥☁️

Soft interruptions☁️

Lines Crossed🔥☁️

Movie Night☁️

Anxious🔥☁️

A Work of Art From God ☁️🌶️

Insomnia Who? ☁️

Burn It ☁️

Panik....Kalm....PANIK 🔥☁️

Begone Thot🔥🌶️

Trust 🔥☁️

I'm Tired of this Grandpa 🔥☁️

So Purty ☁️

Waiting for You 🔥

Who did This 🔥🔪

Forgotten Flames 🔥☁️

Thinking ☁️

Furry Little Friends ☁️

Dress Code 🔥🌶️

You Signed the Contract

Good morning to You too…

The Gifts of Orchids

Pieces of My Heart

Until I’m Home Again

Sweet Moments

Steps to the Heart

Blossoms in His Arms

Shadows of The Past

Jonah:

Kayson Mayer:

Luca Pearce:

Wicked 🌎🔥

Rainey Nights New Beginnings 🌎☁️

The Heart Knows no Boundaries🔥☁️

You Fit Perfectly With Me🔥☁️

Mentally Not There🔥

The Straw that Breaks the Bunny's back🔥

Trip Down Memory Lane☁️

I Don't Want you to Leave☁️

Everybody get in the fuckin holiday spirit☁️

Read 5:38 Pm☁️

You're My everything i'm Glad your here☁️

Wrong Side of Bed🔥☁️

Fading🌎🔥

Make a Wish with Me☁️

Obsessed ☁️

Late night Snack ☁️

Call Me ☁️

Obsessed with You Too ☁️

Sleepy Cuddles ☁️

Not Today ☁️

My Husband ☁️

A Cozy Night Out

Queen of Hearts

Tsundere Tendencies

Wisdom Tooth Woes

Daddy’s Little Princess

Home…

Wet Dreams

Matias:

Niall:

Rowan:

Xanthus Claiborne:

Periods ☁️

Time With You ☁️

Bound by Shadows

The Enchanted Night

The Moonlit Pact

Midnight Whispers

A Warm Embrace

The Eternal Gallery

Before the Dawn

A Vampire’s Veil of Shadows Ball

Feeding

A Gift in Ink

A Gem for Love

Eyes on Me

A Vampiric Makeover

Mortal Beauty

Immortal Beauty

Zaros Kymen Atha'lin:

[peppymintdreams]

You called?

just a little idea i’ve had for a while…

Let’s just say that Barista doesn’t know their birth father. He just wasn’t in their life, that’s all. They don’t know who he is and their mother/other parent never speaks of him. It’s fine, it happens.

But imagine they bring it up to Elias, saying how much they wish they could atleast know who he is.

Warden, either by overhearing this or being told by Elias, goes out of his way to find documentation of Barista’s birth father, with permission and confirmation from their other parent.

However, Warden didn’t expect to be familiar with the name.

He had no idea that his rival, leader of the Penance, Morgan, had an heir.

[thea1chemy]

not true actually

[chilliesillie]

Elias 🌙・₊✧

FRI(END)S

“so wouldn’t it make sense if i was yours? and you could call me your baby”

OH LAWD I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE IT LOOK NOTHING LIKE ELIAS, LETS PRETEND THE GREW HIS HAIR OUT (i like the wolf cut so much more)

this was requested by our lovely @darkphantommagazine 🤍

also here’s the speedpaint:

at this point i just add them so i dont get accused of tracing >:(

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 5 :

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

well hello pickle

[peppymintdreams]

🤔

Does Elias have a last name?

Not yet.

[penelopesbaby]

Literally elias when his fav barista is working

[c-t-r-l14]

I actually drew this a lil bit before finals week.

Can ya’ll tell I can’t draw backgrounds?

Anyway, our beautiful Starboy, everyone! (And I didn’t forget his scar this time!)

[Also finals week been over, and I started the rant, but your girl is burnt out 💀 So that rant will be hella late 😭}

[belladonnadawn]

Happy Halloween!

Spending Halloween with Sakuverse men (Ft. Dontis, Kayson Mayer, Isaac Rhoades, Xanthus Claiborne, Andrew Marston, and Elias) Happy Halloween!

Dontis

Descending down the stairs, his black cape trailed softly. Along with his attire is a poet blouse and black slacks. To top it off, he wore fake plastic fangs. He was very proud of his chosen costume. Incredibly proud.

"What the fuck?" Xanthus looked at him up and down, recognizing his costume.

"What? Did you not like my costume?" Dontis grinned, posing for him.

"No, take it off." Xanthus replied sternly, crossing his arms as he continued to glare at him.

Dontis only smirked, enjoying the irritation in his face. "Straight to the point, I like it." His grin widened at his scoff and eye roll.

Xanthus held back a groan from his teasing, "You know what, just go. Your hunter needs you more than we do."

"Don't miss me!" Dontis chuckled as he heads towards the door.

New Orleans is as lively as ever, the streets were filled with people in costumes, decorations from different establishments, and confetti littered the floor. He made his way through the crowd, greeting "trick or treat" with a smile to others as he passed by. As he arrived at the destination, he made a beeline towards you.

"Happy Halloween!" Dontis greeted with a wide smile.

"Happy Halloween," You replied, raising a drink to him. It felt strange. The man– incubus– that you tied to your basement is now beside you, celebrating a holiday. It was a sudden twist of fate, but you wouldn't have it the other way.

"I'm glad you decided to celebrate this with me," His gaze soft as he turned to you.

You gave him a nod, not wanting to show how flustered and charmed you are towards him, but you know that he can see through you. "I should be the one thankful. I'm sure that you have plenty of ways to spend this occasion."

A hearty laugh escaped his lips, "Please, you're on top of my list when it comes to these occasions. I can't set you aside, especially when you made an effort to dress like a pirate."

You rolled your eyes, "It's nothing. I just put on whatever I can."

"Still, I appreciate your effort." Dontis spoke, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. Holding his hand out, he looked at you with his charming gaze, "So, are you ready to go trick and treating?"

Kayson Mayer

"Babe, a little help please?" You called him out as you tried to reach the highest point of the wall so you can decorate it. Since it's Halloween, decorating the house became your hobbies whenever you both have spare time.

"Babe?" Your brows furrowed, it never took that long for Kayson to answer to your calls. With a sigh, you put the banner down to find Kayson yourself.

"Kayson, where are you?" You continued to call out.

As you arrived upstairs, you made a beeline to your shared room. Opening the door, you're welcomed with darkness, except for the faint light in the corner of the room.

"Kay—"

"My angel of music has arrived!" He exclaimed, raising the lantern that was hidden on his cape to his face, revealing a white mask that covered his face.

"Alright, Erik. Now let's go back to decorating or a disaster beyond your imagination will occur."

You turned the light on, causing him to let out a small 'aww'. A chuckle escaped your lips as you realized that he's only wearing the cape and the mask as his costume. No wonder why the lights are off.

"I was feeling it." He sighed.

"I can see that."

Kayson put the lamp down and removed the mask and the cape. "Did you like my costume?" He eagerly asked with a smile on his face.

"No."

His smile fell.

"I loved it."

Kayson grinned at your answer, "I knew it. I'm so excited to wear the full costume and give out candies!" He beamed.

"We will, but first, let's finish decorating. Okay?"

He nodded, kissing your cheek. "This is gonna be one of the best Halloween ever. I'll make sure of that, my angel of music."

Isaac Rhoades

Occasions like these are something that Isaac never bothered with. He lived like an island, isolated from others for his job and safety. Isaac only spent those holidays with himself and his job, he knew that these occasions does not stop other people from doing whatever what they want to others.

But now, he found himself focused in front of the pumpkin, not minding the mess from the carving.

"No peeking," Isaac caught your eyes towards his carvings.

"I wasn't." Returning to your work with a small huff as he caught you. It was your suggestion to have a little pumpkin carving competition with Isaac and you're glad he agreed.

You searched for the face your should do for the pumpkin, settling on the one where they have cresent eyes, triangular nose, and sharp grin. It was nerve-wracking since it's your first, but there's no way you're backing out.

As you secretly glanced at him, you can't help but wonder what his design was. Isaac looked relaxed as he continued to carve; from time to time he'd look at his phone for reference, then he'll continue his carving. You silently admired him, the way he's so concentrated towards his work stirred something in you.

"Tadaaa!" You presented the carved pumpkin in front of him with pride. There may be some rough edges, but the pumpkin looked better than you expected.

Isaac nodded at the reveal, "That's very good."

"Really? Are you conceding?"

"Not quite," Isaac finally presented his pumpkin. It had horn-like eyes, triangular nose, and stitches as a grin. It looked horrifying.

You stared at it for a while, speechless at his skill and the neatness of his design. Against your pride, you admit that he won the competition.

"Is this good?" Isaac asked. You don't know if he's boasting or he's genuinely asking.

"Good? That's scary."

Isaac chuckled, "So I won?"

You nodded, "I'm not even mad that you did."

He walked towards you, cupping your cheeks, "At least yours are still good. I like it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Maybe next year I'll beat you."

Isaac smiled, heart melting at the thought of another year with you, "Yes, maybe next year."

Xanthus Claiborne

"This recipe is passed down through generations."

"I believe you," You replied as you began preparing the ingredients.

To celebrate the Halloween, you both decided to bake some spooky themed cookies. The idea was exciting, especially when it's something that you wanted to try with him. Checking all the ingredients, you were now ready to bake with him.

Xanthus was hands on– very hands on. He'll guide your hand as you bake, teaching you how to do it just like what the recipe says. You didn't mind his clingy behavior towards you. In fact, you found his excuses to touch you hilarious.

"That smells delicious. I think you're a professional, love," He praised as you continued to mix the batter.

"It was your recipe. No wonder why it was passed down through generations."

As you finished, you gently put the batter on the tray on its mold. Xanthus helped preheat the oven, making sure it's on the right temperature. Finally, both of you popped the tray in the oven, waiting for it to cook.

You head snapped towards the oven as you heard the soft ring. Wearing your kitchen gloves, you opened the oven, grabbing the tray where the cookies are. "They look delicious," Excitement is evident in your voice as you placed the tray on the counter.

"Careful, love. You need to cool it down a bit before we decorate it."

You nodded, fanning the tray with your hands. After it cooled down, Xanthus brought the frosting as you both began decorating the cookies.

"I knew it, it's so delicious," You sighed in satisfaction as you took a bite of the cookies you both made.

"Not as delicious as you," He winked, kissing your cheek, causing your cheeks to heat up at the gesture. "This is the best Halloween ever," Xanthus added.

"Why?" You turned to him with brows furrowed.

"Because I get to spend it with you."

Andrew Marston

"I think that's all of it," He smiled as he poured all the candies to the jack-o-lantern container.

You let out a sigh of relief, ticking one task off the to do list. You and Andrew decided to celebrate Halloween by having a movie night with all the classic scary movies you can find. So far, the preparation is going as smooth as ever.

Andrew helped you prepare the snacks. Once you both finished, you flopped down the couch, letting his arms wrap around you as the movie began to play.

"I wonder what costumes we're going to see later," He hummed, tracing soft circles on your skin, eyes focused on the film.

"I'm so excited, I'm sure they're all adorable."

"Or scary."

You gasped as an idea came to your mind, "Maybe we should dress up next Halloween."

Andrew smiled, open to that thought, "Any characters you want?"

"Maybe we can try being the sun and moon? Angel and devil? Or thing 1 and thing 2!"

Andrew let out a chuckle at your enthusiasm, "Seems like you already have a list."

"I do and I'm very excited to try it with you."

"So am I," He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he looked forward to another Halloween with you.

Elias

"I wish I was Dr. Doom," Elias sighed as he came out with a green plaid polo and green pants.

"You lost the game, it's all fair." You spoke, taking off the mask to properly look at him. "Now slowly turn around for me," You chuckled as you began filming him.

Elias slowly turned around, showing off his costume, "Thank god you didn't ask for a wig."

A gasp escaped your lips, "Oh my god, maybe we should get one!" You teased, trying to rile him up further. As his face contorted into horror, you can't help but laugh harder.

"No way! It wasn't part of the deal. You said dress– just dress! No wig or whatsoever," Elias protested.

"I know," You stopped the recording, walking towards him. "You're the most handsome Isabelle I've ever seen," A soft smile plastered on your lips as you pinched his cheek.

"Really?" He muttered, still wearing his small pout.

"Uh huh."

He finally smiled, holding your hips, "I'll be Isabelle as long as you're Dr. Doom."

Divider: kodaswrld and strangergraphics

[skrunklebink]

Gang lords son 🫡

omfg this drawing almost sent me to heaven I swear down

hope you all enjoy 🙏

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐩𝐨𝐯

✧·˚ elias shows you his tattoos

your fingers are gentle as you trace over the healed ink on elias’ warm bare skin, it’s enough to make his heart skip a beat or two. elias watches as your focused eyes are glued to his chest, scanning over his large chest piece.

“did it hurt?” you ask softly, eyes still glued to the intricate details of the piece.

“definitely one of my more painful tattoos, when they did my sternum it felt like my whole body was vibrating.” he says, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt and soon finding their place on your hips.

elias loved when you sat on his lap, you always seemed so comfortable there, like it was where you belonged.

“did you use numbing cream?”

“nah i powered through it like a champ.”

“something tells me you most certainly did not take it like a champ.” you laugh and elias pinches your sides playfully.

“hey tattoos are painful!”

"right right i'm sorry, you're very brave for enduring the pain." a silence falls on both of you as you continue tracing the healed ink on his chest. "you know i've thought of getting a tattoo before all this happened and i have to say, i'm definitely getting one after this is all over."

elias smiles and thinks your words over for a moment, 'after all this is over.'

"i don't know if i ever apologized properly to you," your hand stills on his chest as you lock eyes with him. "i'm sorry i dragged you into all this and that you have to live your life from inside this safe house."

"i appreciate the apology, but i don't think its necessary. you saved my life elias, if you didn't 'drag me into all this' i would be dead. so i think i'll be okay living in this house with you for a little longer." your hand brushes a stray hair from his face and you place a small kiss on his cheek.

elias turns to meet your eyes and he can’t help be notice how lovingly you look at him, like he’s hung every star in the sky. he’s only seen this kind of look once; with his parents, but then he remembers how that ended. he quickly looks down at his hands and tries to redirect the conversation again to a different tattoo.

“i think this one was the least painful.” he clears his throat and holds his forearm up a bit to show you the ink he is speaking of and you once again trace over the lines of it gently to really take in the artistry of the fine lines.

“i like the thin lines of this one, it makes it look like a finished sketch.”

“yeah i like the thin lines too.” he looks at you again unintentionally. he can’t help how naturally he’s drawn to you.

“would you come with me to get my first tattoo?” a soft smile paints your features after you ask elias the question.

“yeah i would love that.” he matches your happy expression. “i can hold your hand if it gets to be too much, i mean only if you want me to—”

“i would love that.” you take his hand in yours and give him that look again and elias can feel his face grow hot at the close proximity.

your free hand trails over elias’ chest tattoo once more and elias feels himself leaning back on instinct as you lean in closer. your eyes flicker to his parted lips only for a moment before they return to his eyes. you feel his heart rate speed up at your action and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“do you want me to kiss you elias?”

his heart beat is now thundering in his ears and he nods faster than he means to.

your lips connect as soon as his head stills and he’s eyes flutter shut. he feels like a teenage boy who just got his first kiss even though he knows this isn’t his first kiss with you nor the last. something about the whole scene felt so intimate, the tattoo tracing, close proximity, everything.

elias’ hand finds its way to your cheek and traces your jawline down to your neck all while he deepens the kiss.

“you know” elias says in between kisses. “i was thinking maybe we could…” you pull away to let him finish talking, a string of saliva connects the both of you before you quickly wipe it away with a giggle, elias smiles and clears his throat before sitting up.

“maybe we could get matching tattoos together, only if you’d want to of course! i just though cause we’re gonna be bonded for life no matter what so why not have something physical that ties us to each other.”

“i would love that, let’s get little stars on a the side of our wrists!”

“you been thinking about this?” elias asks as you snuggle into his side on the couch.

“maybe. i’ve always liked that idea of small simple matching tattoos.”

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[peppymintdreams]

You Can’t Bring Me Down: Prelude

Elias x Barista (Barista’s POV)

[TW: Mentions of Self Harm]

Elias hadn’t been himself in weeks. Maybe months.

Barista first noticed it in the little things. His voice, once steady and confident, was now laced with frustration at the smallest inconvenience. He forgot to laugh at their jokes—something he always did, even if they weren’t funny. And the bags under his eyes grew darker every day, proof of the nightmares he refused to talk about.

“It’s just stress,” Elias had said one night when they pressed him about it. “The house arrest, the inactivity—it’s messing with me. But I’m fine.”

He wasn’t fine.

Barista could see it in the way his hands trembled when he thought no one was watching, how he snapped at small things like burnt toast or a misplaced mug. His solar system tattoo, once his favorite topic, went unmentioned. Even the stars—the thing he loved most—seemed to have lost their light in his eyes.

Barista wanted to help him, to shoulder some of the burden, but every time they tried, Elias would shut them out.

The kitchen was quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of Elias’s fingers on his phone. He was glued to it lately, scrolling endlessly or typing furiously. Barista set a plate of breakfast on the table in front of him.

“You’ve been up all night again,” they said softly, sliding into the seat across from him.

“I had things to do.” He didn’t look up.

“Elias, What could you possibly have to do at 3 AM?”

He finally glanced at them, his expression sharp. “I don’t need a lecture, alright? I’m fine.”

Barista sighed, trying to keep their voice calm. “I’m not lecturing you. I’m worried about you.”

“I said I’m fine.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. Barista swallowed the urge to push further, knowing it would only lead to another fight.

The fights started small—an occasional argument over chores or schedules. But as Elias grew more irritable, the arguments escalated.

“You don’t understand what it’s like,” Elias had snapped one evening when Barista suggested they take a break from his constant planning. “To sit here, useless, while the world moves on without you.”

“You’re not useless, Elias! You’re doing everything you can to stay prepared—”

“Prepared for what? Another disaster I can’t stop? Another failure?” He laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “You wouldn’t get it. You’ve never been in my position.”

Barista flinched, the words hitting harder than they should have. “I’m just trying to help you,” they said quietly.

“Well, maybe I don’t need your help,” he muttered, walking away before they could respond.

Barista spent most nights crying in the bathroom, muffling their sobs so Elias wouldn’t hear. They hated how powerless they felt. The person they loved was falling apart, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t reach him.

The worst part was the guilt.

Maybe I’m not enough. Maybe I’m making things worse.

Those thoughts crept in during the quiet moments, twisting like a knife in their chest. They started to believe them, especially after Elias’s words grew harsher.

“You’re smothering me,” he had said during one particularly heated fight. “I can’t breathe with you always hovering over me.”

Barista hadn’t responded. They couldn’t. They had locked themselves in the bedroom, letting his words replay in their mind until they felt like they were suffocating.

The risky behavior started after that.

At first, it was small—skipping meals, ignoring their own needs because they didn’t feel like they deserved care. But the pain inside them grew heavier, and they didn’t know how to release it.

One night, while Elias was buried in his phone, Barista sat on the bathroom floor with a blade in their hand. It was sharp, cold, and terrifyingly tempting.

The first cut was shallow, a test. It stung, but the sting felt almost… comforting. It was a physical pain to match the emotional one, something they could control.

They told themselves it was just this once…

Barista sat on the edge of their bed, staring blankly at the flickering candle on the desk. The safe house was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator down the hall. The heaviness in their chest refused to lift, no matter how many deep breaths they took or how many times they told themselves that things would get better.

The memory of Elias's harsh words from earlier replayed in their mind like a broken record. His tone, his expression—so cold, so detached. It was as though they were talking to a stranger, not the man they’d been through hell and back with. And yet, they couldn’t entirely blame him. He was suffering, carrying the weight of his own demons, but it didn’t make the sting hurt any less.

The candle’s flame flickered, almost mocking their resolve.

Just this once, they thought, gripping their wrist. The sharp edge of the blade rested against their skin, cold and unfeeling. It felt like control—something they’d lacked for weeks. Their breaths quickened as the blade trembled in their hand.

This isn’t the answer, a small voice in the back of their mind pleaded.

But the heaviness, the suffocating weight, felt impossible to endure. And Elias’s absence—both physical and emotional—made it worse. The person they relied on, the one who usually made them feel whole, was too far gone to notice how broken they’d become.

They closed their eyes and pressed down, but a noise outside their door startled them. They froze, their heartbeat echoing in their ears as the sound faded away. The blade clattered to the floor, and they pressed their hands to their face, tears spilling uncontrollably.

I can’t keep doing this...

Elias didn’t notice at first. He was too wrapped up in his own pain to see theirs.

Barista wore long sleeves and plastered on a smile, pretending everything was fine. They didn’t want to burden him further. But the more they tried to hide it, the more they felt like they were drowning.

One evening, as they cleaned the kitchen, Elias walked in, leaning against the doorway. His eyes were bloodshot, his posture tense.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than it had been in weeks.

Barista turned, surprised. “Hey.”

“I know I’ve been... difficult lately.” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I just... I don’t know how to handle everything. And I feel like I’m dragging you down with me.”

“You’re not dragging me down,” they said quickly. “I want to help you, Elias. But you have to let me in.”

He shook his head. “I can’t. It’s not fair to you. You deserve better than this mess I’ve become.”

Tears welled in Barista’s eyes. “I don’t care about fair, Elias. I care about you. I love you.”

He looked away, his jaw tight. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

The words shattered something inside them. They didn’t say anything, just nodded and left the room, tears streaming down their face.

That night, the bathroom door stayed locked longer than usual.

When they finally emerged, Elias was asleep on the couch, his phone still clutched in his hand. Barista stood there for a moment, staring at him, before retreating to the bedroom.

They curled up under the blankets, their heart heavy with the knowledge that they were losing him, piece by piece

His words cut deep, slicing through skin and piercing their heart, leaving wounds no one can see. But there is something else—something sharper, something colder—that could break them just the same:

The Edge of a Blade…

[lil-binuu]

What did they go to prison for? / ZSakuVA characters

did i miss anyone?

@xzhdjsj @belladonnadawn @kieran-rhoades @peppymintdreams @xxminxrq @dollsprincesa @xxluneilaxxaus @penelopesbaby @shelllyy

[peppymintdreams]

True true but Elias would be more of a demon child

And Elias is already enough just by himself 😂

If Tara were still alive do you think her and the warden would’ve had more kids??

Probably not.

[boiledmang0s]

Barista and Elias nuis

They’re so in love (also I didn’t know Elias had a scar on his lip)