#i kind of got lost in this one halfway through but i'd already committed so

[mementoasts]

PLEASE do write me some thoughts about suprisingly caring (original?) loser uncle elias

ohhhhhh oh i'm excited to finally write this all out in one spot. also a bit embarassed because i'm cringe and pulled all of this outta my ass xD

i didn't mean to write so much but it became kind of A Lot. i even decided halfway through that i needed to use proper capitalization because i can't look at so many bullet points in lowercase fdhsfkjdkh PLEASE bear with me:

First off, yes! It's just original Elias. I desperately need to see Jonah again, but for as far as I've thought about this, Elias isn't involved in any spooky situations here. No eyes getting gouged out, no Magnus Institute, no dead college roommate. (I could get extra silly and say they're happily married xD)

I do think he's still a bit haunted by his father, in the sort of way that it's impossible to shake off the damage done by a parent entirely, even when they died half a lifetime ago and you're already in your mid-to-late-50s.

But for the most part, he's kinda moved past it. He got over his "I'm a Bouchard, I'm destined to be More" phase somewhere in his 30s, and has learned to find meaning in little things and be content with where he is in life. (I'm also running with the idea that this probably meant he never got a letter from the Institute, so he spent a few years miserably trying to figure out why nothing seemed good enough for him before forcing himself to get over it).

Doesn't really have any contact with most of his relatives, but it's nothing that bothers him at this point.

Him being Gwen's uncle would obviously mean one of Gwen's parents is his sibling, which I think is reasonably possible. (I'd assume it's not her mother, because Gwen's last name is also Bouchard). I could see him having an overachiever younger brother that made him look even worse by comparison.

Elias' father had probably basically disowned him by the time he died, so Elias wasn't left with as much.

Probably met Gwen at some family function when she was still very young, before he committed to distancing himself from the rest of his family. He still showed up, but no one really had any reason to talk to the guy whose father would openly go ON about his son being such a disappointment. And Elias certainly didn't feel like striking up a conversation with most of the people there unless he had to.

Gwen is just as quiet and polite as everyone else there, but she's still just a kid. Elias sees her getting a slap on the wrist after reaching for a second mini-dessert to go with the rest of her tea, so he wraps one in a napkin and gives it to her later while her parents aren't looking.

He's just tired and lost at this point, and it's more of a chore than ever keeping up appearances; so when Gwen looks up at him with big, happy eyes and a soft "thank you," well-- he feels like he can relax his shoulders a bit, and finds himself smiling down at her.

For a while, that's Gwen's nice uncle who she likes seeing at gatherings :] But she quickly starts to settle into a more serious demeanor as she gets older, and at the same time, Elias doesn't really show up to anything anymore.

Something something something, she's probably in her teens/early adulthood maybe when she actually bumps into him again somewhere. She's overheard plenty of negative things about him over the years from her father, but,,,,,, well, she's still got a soft spot for the guy, even if she maybe agrees that Elias could be doing more for himself. And when he smiles at her, it's not as restrained as the one she remembers from when she was a kid.

He's certainly a bit of a goofball now. Nearly two decades of unlearning toxic mentalities and finding something to be passionate about in life kinda does that to some people. He's actually kind of annoying, but she tolerates it because that's just her Uncle Elias :/

I think he'd be mostly chill, but pretty upbeat. Has a habit of yapping. Maybe a little sassy? I kinda feel like the way he speaks would be similar to how he sounded when it was Jonah, but more lighthearted/informal.

Gwen doesn't give him many details about work and such, but it quickly becomes apparent to him that she's definitely not happy with where she is, despite how much she'll calmly insists she likes her job.

He's under the impression she's only sticking around at that job because she's sunk several years into it already, and it'd look good to her family if she could eventually move up into an actual respectable position. (Although I'm personally assuming that her motivations are separate from any of that specifically, but who knows!)

Elias trusts she knows what she's doing, but maybe he's a bit worried because he's seeing himself in her, a little bit. He doesn't want her to do anything rash (y'know. like blackmailing her boss for a promotion. or something.) the longer she's stuck at the bottom without a way of climbing higher.

At this point I feel like all of this is too good for him. He needs to be put into a Situation. But I also really enjoy a character who's already been through the horrors of being in their 20s/30s and has actually managed to find a way to be okay with life 😭 If this were an actual workplace comedy, he'd just pop in from time to time to be silly and irritate Gwen a bit. He's probably get along with Alice.

okay other random details. He doesn't smoke weed or anything as much as he used to, but still does occasionally just for funsies. He's recently gotten into vaping.

Jonah Magnus wears fancy three-piece suits ONLY, you CANNOT change my mind. Elias would dress far more casually, however :3 Maybe not so far as a hoodie and sweatpants (at least not when he goes out), but more like a nice, comfy sweater and an old coat and pants that don't really match anything but he still looks mostly alright. I think it'd be funny if he wore, like, Crocs, though. Never really styles his hair.

#my god this is SO much i am SO sorry fhfdkjfhskjfhs #i rly took what VERY LITTLE we know abt og!elias and said “ok now how do i turn him into a cool uncle” #tmagp spoilers #(because of one little thing i mentioned in there dhkjsdhfsjgh) #i need him to NEVER get mentioned so i can hold onto all of this LMAO #the void has no tag for asks #klm-zoflorr

[idealistsinc]

23 // shuffle

wc: 739

When Yesugen had gone, Charlotte reclined in her chair, crossed her arms, and mustered her best accusatory pout. “You let her win,” she said.

It was nearly surreal to see Khenbish—Khaizo, now, she supposed—under the garish and glimmering lights of the Manderville Gold Saucer. Against the monochromatic backdrop of Coerthas, Khaizo had always seemed a man etched from stone, as cold and distant as Dravania’s mountain peaks. But here, warmed from drink, with tinny music whining in their ears and the glare from the game machines bleaching his hair more gray than black, Charlotte could hardly reconcile the person in her memory with the one before her.

After all, Khenbish of the Vengeful Lance never smiled.

Khaizo began to reshuffle the deck, his face utterly blank. “No, I didn’t.”

“I was watching the discard pile. You could have won, like, three turns ago.” Thancred had taught her that particular trick, although she often found herself too…preoccupied to pay attention to counting cards. “Not that I blame you. She’s adorable.”

Charlotte hadn’t been sure what to think when Yesugen had opened the door, a serious and robust girl with a slow smile and a broken horn. Young. Perhaps a little too serious. It had taken a few drinks for her to seem to enjoy herself; she had grinned like a child when she’d put down her winning hand, and Khaizo, whom Charlotte had also managed to coax (read: browbeat) into having a drink or two, had smiled with her like he had no idea he was doing it.

He didn’t contradict her, she noticed, although his brow had started to furrow. Maybe now that he’d been plied with alcohol, Charlotte could get some more information out of him. “Where did you even find this girl?”

“Ask her,” said Khaizo, clipped.

Charlotte groaned. “Come on. You have to tell me something. She’s from Othard, isn’t she? Is that Doman you’re speaking with her? How old is she?”

Khaizo put the deck, shuffled, down on the table with more force than was strictly necessary. “Yes, she is from Othard,” he said. “She speaks Xaelan. And…”

He didn’t continue. After a few moments, Charlotte realized it wasn’t his usual “freeze people out until they stopped asking” tactic. She gaped. “You don’t even know!? And she’s been living with you for, what, six months—”

“Two,” said Khaizo, in a tone like Charlotte had leapt over the table with a wrench to pull out his teeth.

“—and you haven’t even bothered to ask how old—Matron’s tits, you’re hopeless.”  Charlotte craned her neck to see if Yesugen had come back and saw her lingering at the edge of the room, talking with great focus to a white-haired Miqo’te woman in the Gold Saucer uniform. She flagged Yesugen down, and she at last returned to the table. “Gen, how old are you?”

Yesugen blinked, then said, with enough confidence that Charlotte doubted she had misremembered the Eorzean number, “Sixteen. Why?”

“Just—wondering.” Charlotte desperately tried to remember how many drinks she’d ordered for a sixteen-year-old girl; Khaizo, dealing a new round of cards like his life depended on it, was not doing much better. Yesugen wandered back to her seat in apparent confusion.

“So…we play again?”

Perhaps Yesugen would be more receptive. Charlotte leaned her elbows onto the table, testing the waters. “How did you meet Khaizo? I don’t think either of you have said. Was it at the stables?”

“No,” said Yesugen. “We meet in Ul’dah on the street. He help me with having work—he work there already, so then we work together.”

Did she have nowhere else to go? “And you stay with him?”

She tilted her head. “You know that.”

Gods, Yesugen was nearly as bad as Khaizo. At least she had the excuse of a language barrier. “I mean, do you like it?” Charlotte leaned farther forward, shielding her mouth conspiratorially. “You might not have noticed, but he’s kind of grumpy.”

She thought maybe she heard Khaizo sigh, just a little. Yesugen looked at her carefully, though, and said, with long pauses between as if she was weighing her words, “Ul’dah is different. I learn things, still, but—I guess I like it.”

This wasn’t getting anywhere. Charlotte settled back and checked her hand for the new round.

“Khaizo,” she said, trying hard not to smile. “Where’s your head, old man? One too many on the cards.”

Khaizo snatched it out of her hands, scowling profusely.

charlotte & khaizo belong to @mimiorzea

#ffxivwrite2020 #ffxiv khaizo erebos #ffxiv charlotte leroux #ffxiv cheyesugen oryokuln #my writing #me coopting mimi's characters again #they're just so fun #i kind of got lost in this one halfway through but i'd already committed so #here we are

[babybatscreationsv2]

Here it is! No warnings for this fic besides mentions of bullying and nff content

Peter was anxious about the party, but he thought he hid it well. Ned was so excited and despite everything they suffered at school he seemed confident. Why Ned wanted to go to this party, Peter didn't fully understand. They were only going to get mocked and bullied until they finally ran out the door. Tony Stark had never actually bullied Peter, himself, but some of his friends had. He didn't imagine they were truly welcome despite what Ned thought.

The house was huge. Like, as big as their actual high school, huge. The music was loud enough to be heard outside. The driveway was littered with expensive cars that made it clear the kind of people Tony was friends with. Ned parked his beater at the bottom of the driveway where there was room. They walked up, passing a few kids who stood chatting and vaping beside a yellow Ferrari.

Inside wasn't as packed as Peter pictured in his mind, but the house was still crowded with teens. Most were talking and drinking things that were probably illegal. A few were dancing, but they seemed to already be drunk. At the center of the living room was Tony, sitting on the back of the couch while everyone piled around him. They were all laughing at a story he was telling. Peter couldn't help but stop and stare and imagine that Tony actually wanted him to be there.

"I'm gonna go get us drinks," Ned called over the music.

"What? No," Peter turned his head but his friend was already gone. He sighed. No way was he drinking anything in this house. It was all definitely spiked and eighteen was not exactly drinking age.

A few more people came in which left Peter to drift away from this new group. He choked on the smell of cotton candy vapor.

"Parker, right?" someone said behind him.

Peter jumped and turned around. Everyone was looking at him. He wasn't sure why until he realized, it was Tony who had spoken. Tony Stark who's father owned one of the most important tech companies in the world, who sat wearing his letterman jacket in the school colors as if they didn't know how important he was to the football team.

"Uh, yeah. That's me." Peter winced as he heard himself studder.

Tony smiled. Peter's heart skipped. "Why don't you sit beside me. I've been meaning to get the chance to talk to you."

"Really?" Peter stepped onto the arm of the couch as someone move aside for him. He could feel them all staring, some glaring, as he sat down.

"Yeah really. I saw your science fair project about nano technology applications. My dad doesn't believe nanotech will take off, but thought we could bounce around ideas some time. Show the old man up."

Peter smiled. Tony had this glitter in his eye like science was something naughty. Maybe in a house like his, it is. "I'd love to." He was definitely blushing and it was definitely embarrassing.

"Great!" Tony put a hand on his knee and Peter went warm all over. He left it there as he turned back to his friends and started telling them another story. Peter assumed the hand on his knee meant he was expected to stay and hang out.

Across the room he saw Ned with their drinks. He stared with giant eyes. Peter shrugged at him, but the look he got from Ned meant he was okay with Peter being there.

After a while, Peter started to settle in. Tony was cool and he told cool stories and he was genuinely funny. Peter couldn't stop looking at him face. Sometimes Tony met his eye and Peter swore something changed in his expression but that had to be wishful thinking. And then Flash got to talking about his summer trip to Brazil. Tony looked at him more than he looked at Flash. Halfway through the story, Tony leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Wanna go find something more interesting to do?"

Peter blushed and he was pretty sure that blush went all the way down into his toes. He nodded and Tony smiled. He turned around and hopped off the back of the couch. Peter turned and did the same, hoping he looked half as cool. A few people looked like they intended to follow, then they looked at Peter and sat back down. He wasn't sure what to make of that.

Tony led him upstairs toa huge second floor that seemed to be off limits for the party.

"This is my room," he said, opening a door. He turned on the light and they stepped into a room as big as Peter's apartment. He tried not to look impressed, because that probably wouldn't be cool. "I thought we could enjoy some time just us."

"You wanna talk about nano tech?"

Tony laughed, but it was a gentle, fond, sound rather than the mockery he was used to. The other boy was in his space. His hand came up to touch the back of his neck, his body caged him in against the door. Peter sighed, pleasure zigging through him as Tony kissed him. He was way too hard way too fast and it probably wasn't even cool to get hard just from kissing, but he was. He loved the heat of Tony's hand on his neck, the way his kisses were firm and slow like he was savoring him. Peter's hand held his arm, but the other dangled at his side because he didn't know what to do with it. Then Tony took Peter's hand and slipped it under his shirt were he pressed it against Tony's bare chest.

Peter moaned. He was so hot and solid and so much desire went rocketing through him that he lost control. He pushed Tony back, turning him so he hit the wall. Tony looked surprised, then turned on, and they went back to kissing, but now it was hungry and needy. Peter slid his hands all over, feeling his chest, his neck, his arms. The second Tony tugged Peter's jacket in question, Peter answered by pulling off Tony's jacket for him.

Moving in a dizzying circle, they undressed each other, both of them tripping at least once before the reached the bed. Peter was stripped down to his underwear, while Tony had on nothing but a t-shirt.

Peter sat on the edge of the bed and watch Tony pull of his shirt with a cocky grin. "Top or bottom?" he asked.

Peter thought about it. "I've only ever topped before, but I can... I mean I'm sure you would rather..."

Tony kissed away the anxiety. "It's okay, whatever you're more comfortable with."

"I uh..." Peter chewed his lip, looking at Tony's face.

"I'd love to see your riding my cock," he winked. "but it's up to you."

That sounded really fucking good. Peter nodded. "Perfect, that's so good," he babbled and didn't even have the mind to be embarrassed about it.

"Great." Tony leaned over him and kissed his neck. Peter's knees bent, thighs pulling him in. They kissed, slowly turning over so Peter was on top, Tony laying back in the pillows.

One condom and some lube later, Peter was gritting his teeth trying to take too much too fast. Tony's hands held his hips.

"Just take it slow, don't rush it. It won't feel good if you take too much at once."

Peter took his advice and slowed down. Tony up enough to kiss him, distracting until he was fully seated and then longer until it wasn’t painful. When he felt ready, he started to slow roll his hips. The sound Tony made, had Peter shivering.

"Fuck, that's good, baby, you're so tight." He kissed him until he couldn't, until Peter was going too fast to allow it. It was actual bliss to look down at Tony's Stark's beautiful face, beautiful body, his cock perfect inside him. He didn't think it could get better until Tony spit into his hand and started to stroke Peter's cock.

"Gonna cum for me, Peter?"

"Fuck yeah," he moaned. He rolled his hips into Tony's hand then back on his cock. He was so close and felt so good, better than anything he'd ever had.

"Yeah, gonna make me cum, too, you feel so good." There was a shine on his lip like he was drooling, his eyes so deep and dark.

Peter cried out, fingers scratching Tony's shoulders, cum making a mess of his hand and his belly. He kept going, only slowing for a moment, determined to be a fuck worth the locker room talk.

"Fuck, Peter," he moaned. His eyes fluttered shut. His fucking O face was as unfairly beautiful as the rest of him and Peter commited it to memory 'cause he was gonna jack off to it for the rest of his life.

He figured Tony would be done with him after that, but instead he cleaned them up with some tissues and pulled Peter down beside him. He wrapped an arm around him and kissed him slow and sweet until Peter felt hazy, ready to fall asleep in his arms. He was still floating and content some time later when Tony got out of bed and got dressed. He left Peter with a quick kiss and his phone number on a torn in half tissue.

#starker #prompt fill #high school au #nff