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I was actually planning to draw something for yume content with Benkei, but then I suddenly wanted to see him in Darkwick uniform… so it kinda turned into this instead.
And since I ship Benkei with Nicolas, I ended up drawing Nicolas too hehe.
Also… this is my first time drawing Hyde and Dante, I was kinda interested in trying to draw them… For their Houses, I wasn’t really sure where they’d fit, so I just assigned them based on the Houses they’re advisors for.
His addiction has been getting worse, the sugar, the rush, the little hit of sweetness he craves throughout the day. and well, you are sweeter than any candy he has ever had. So in his mind, that piece of candy sitting on your tongue? It's been blessed. It has to taste better than anything he could unwrap himself. Right?
A mischievous and sly man like Elias would never miss an opportunity like that.
It happened on one of those afternoons when a few students dropped by to thank you for helping them. Little tokens of appreciation: a pack of gummies here, some lollipops there. You'd dumped the haul onto your shared table, already offering Elias his share because there was no way you'd finish them all yourself.
You unwrap a small ruby candy, pop it into your mouth, and let it rest against the inside of your cheek.
You feel Elias’s gaze on the side of your face. You lift your eyes and raise your eyebrows in confusion.
“What? Do I have something on my fac-”
But before you can even finish your sentence, he’s already in front of you, his face so close that your breaths mingle. You can even smell the fruity sweetness wrapping around you that always seems to linger around him.
And then, out of nowhere, he kisses you.
You’ve gotten used to the fact that Elias always steals kisses from you left and right, completely at random. Even when you're on high alert, he still manages to sneak one or two kisses from you. What a sly man. And his kisses always taste incredibly sweet, thanks to the sugary remnants always clinging to the corner of his lips.
Just when you think this is another one of his quick, stolen kisses, his tongue suddenly slips past your lips. Before you can even react, he pulls away. You don't realize what's happened until he sticks out his tongue with that signature smug expression. There it is, your candy. That little ruby-red drop rests neatly on his tongue, as if it belongs there. As if it's finally returned to its rightful owner.
"Why did you do that?!”
He shrugged, completely unbothered. "I was just craving something sweet.”
As if he didn’t just kiss you to steal something from your lips.
You pointed at the mountain of wrappers next to him. "I gave you an entire pile of candy!”
"It doesn't taste as sweet as you(rs).”
In conclusion, you can never win against Elias Pratt ^^
Not because he's smooth, though he is. Not because he's sly, though that too. But because he is the most shameless person you've ever met.
Pairing: Elias Pratt x F!Reader (tbh I don’t even use any refer or pronoun here, just be whoever you want to be).
Tags: Manipulative/Red Flag Elias Pratt, Emotional Power Imbalance, Heated Kissing, Smoking.
Warning: Non-consensual kiss!!! And you kinda slap him.
If it’s not your thing, CLICK BACK or SCROLL AWAY.
Masterlist
Can’t stop thinking about Elias and you with some kind of rivals-to-lovers dynamic, iykyk. This event happened before Dionysia got deserted, approximately a year before everything went down. You were a third-year like Elias and a vice-captain at the time. You aimed to be Captain, but Elias had already been nominated for the position.
Saying you weren’t jealous would be a lie. He always had that laid-back attitude that made you doubt he’d be able to handle the role.
Like, he has such a punchable face with that smug smirk always plastered on it. But also such kissable lips. There’s a reason he’s the visual of the show, right?
Yeah, right. Though there are a lot of things you don’t like about Elias. For example, he always disappears when you need to exchange work with him, even when he’s the Captain. Where the hell is he?? And you’re stuck here with a pile of work while he wanders off somewhere you’ll never know. Every time you ask him or nag him about it, he just laughs, makes excuses, and shrugs like nothing happened. And that drives you insane. Is there ever a moment when he’s serious?
Yes. Yes, there is, especially on missions. He’s always very serious then. He always makes a plan and has a backup plan ready. His brain works far too quickly for you to comprehend sometimes, and he always knows what to do even in the tightest spots. He’s very tactical and meticulous with most things, so maybe his laid-back attitude is just to keep people from depending on him too much, considering what he’s capable of.
Now, let’s talk about another thing you hate about him.
He smokes. Like, a lot.
You nag him all the time to go somewhere else because he keeps smoking in the tent. It’s a fire hazard, and nobody wants that to happen. And most people don’t want the space to reek of tangy smoke either, so you always push him outside whenever he lights up.
You wonder if he has some kind of addiction because he seems unable to hold back the craving every time. So at some point, you stop nagging him. But for some reason, he starts being obedient and no longer smokes in the tent after you stop.
At first, he’d argue with you, saying something like Shion has a whole fire-breathing performance in the tent and everywhere else, so why can’t he have a little smoke?
Well… Shion is a different case. You can’t tell him what to do. You can’t control his actions. Even Elias can’t tell him what to do, so how would you be capable of that? Though Mio can talk some sense into him, even though he’s still a first-year, he’s far too reliable in many things.
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So one night after the show, you’re outside the tent getting some fresh air when Elias pops out of nowhere and almost jump-scares you. He’s always like that, disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere. He’s nowhere to be seen when you need him, but always everywhere when he finds a chance to annoy you.
You ignore him as he stands beside you and flicks his cigarette packet open from his pocket. You notice he didn’t bring his lighter.
“Don’t smoke in my space.”
You try to chase him away. “I spotted this place first.”
He just chuckles as he pulls out a stick from the packet.
“I’m quitting. This isn’t a cigarette,” he says, showing you the packet.
It’s just a bunch of small lollipops. Your eyes almost pop out as you stare at him in disbelief.
“What? Is it that hard to believe I’d quit smoking?”
You raise your eyebrows at his question.
“For every ten things you say, I doubt three and don’t believe the rest,” you answer, unamused.
He chuckles again.
“Oh, that hurts. You’ve shattered my pride.”
You change the subject.
“So, what are you going to do about the ‘kids’?”
You’re both third-years now, which means next year you’ll be on internship. It’s time to pass the buckle to someone else. In the meantime, you have to train them and teach them what to do.
Elias stays quiet for a moment, seeming deep in thought. He’s usually quiet, but never this intensely silent. You wait for his answer.
“What about you?” he asks instead.
“Me? I already know who would be perfect to handle things here when I’m gone,” you answer proudly.
There’s a certain pink-haired boy you’ve already been guiding and teaching about vice-captain duties. There’s nothing for you to worry about either way.
You know Elias definitely has someone in mind already. He just doesn’t tend to share much of what’s on his mind.
That’s another thing you don’t like about him.
He rarely speaks the truth. He lies a lot and hides even more. Yes, you understand he has the right to keep certain things to himself, but it makes you feel disregarded, looked down on, in some way.
Aren’t you his partner? Aren’t you reliable enough as a vice-captain? Is that why he hides almost everything from you?
You stay quiet, not asking any further questions. You just let out a heavy sigh.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me.”
You want to say you trust his judgment in choosing the next captain, but at the same time, you don’t. Because you feel like he hasn’t convinced you enough yet.
Elias is someone who always keeps everything to himself.
You wonder if he’s going to choose Haru or Jo as the next captain.
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Your gaze peeked at him from the corner of your eyes as you tried to read something on his face, but he looked indifferent. Though the dark circles under his eyes were so visible, you wondered what had kept him from sleeping for so long to form those kinds of dark bags. It wasn’t rare to see Elias not getting enough sleep; he always looked tired for some reason. And when he smoked, the ribbon of greyish smoke flickering in the air always seemed to create a veil draped over the two of you, like you belonged to completely different worlds, like it was there to keep you away from him.
And the cigarette always hovered on his lip when he smoked. Sometimes he’d drop it to the corner as he spoke to you. Did you mention he has such kissable lips but such a punchable smirk?
Yeah, you want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time every time you see him smoke. Because he leaves ashes everywhere and litters his cigarette butts everywhere too. Such a hassle for others to clean. But at the same time, there is always some sense of loneliness whenever you see him standing there, eyes half-lidded, leaning against the wall to smoke quietly, as if it’s the only moment he can meet his peace of mind. Like smoking is the only time he allows himself to breathe.
And when he lifts his gaze slightly to meet yours, that gray, misty veil of smoke between you feels distorted. It blurs your sight of him, blurs his face from your vision, blurs the world between you two. But it also feels like the world narrows down to just him.
You see him twist the wrapper off the lollipop in his hand before popping it into his mouth.
And the words slip from your lips before you can think.
“Does smoking taste that good?”
Even you’re caught off guard by your own question.
And his eyes glimmering slightly under the faint moonlight above your head as he slowly moves the shiny ruby-red lollipop away from his lips, creating a glistening thin layer over his soft skin.
“You’re curious?”
Of course he answers with another question.
He’s always like that, never answering you directly. Turn things back on you. Makes you feel like you’re the one exposed.
That’s also what you hate about him, always playing with your mind as you can’t understand why you can’t understand him. You can’t read him. You don’t know what he’s thinking most of the time. Three years of knowing him, and you still feel like he’s just a mist, an illusion by your side.
You did try to get to know him better at first, but he seemed to think the distance between you two was perfectly balanced. He never crossed that line, nor did he ever let you cross it. So you didn’t dare to.
“No. You just seem addicted to them. That’s why I asked.”
You answer, unamused by how he never gives you the answer you want to know. You lose all interest in the conversation with him, so you stop talking and pull out your phone.
And sensing that you’re ignoring him might have tingled something in him, because you can feel him turn slightly to your side and casually call your name.
“What?” You lift your head up from your phone as you also turn your face his way slightly, to see what he has to say.
But to your surprise, he suddenly leans down closer to you. It catches you off guard, and your body doesn’t react in time as his lips immediately meet yours.
Your eyes widen as your phone slips from your hand and falls right to the ground under your feet.
By the time you react, lifting your hands to push him away, his large hand reaches behind your head as he keeps you in place. You can feel his lips on you. Yeah, it was soft, just like how you had imagined it.
“Stop! Elias-”
When you speak up, trying to push him away, you create an opportunity for his tongue to slide right between your parted lips. It is wet and hot as it meets yours. Your eyebrows frown as you taste the bitterness on the tip of his tongue. It’s not pleasant at all because you don’t like bitter tastes. But at the same time, you can taste some tang of sweetness too.
It creates such a contradiction that you almost can’t think. Your mind fogs up a bit as you still can’t comprehend what is happening, making Elias able to take the lead as he continues to kiss you.
His tongue invades your mouth, meeting and intertwining with yours, as if he wants to savor every taste of you. You find it suffocating, hard to breathe, as you stumble back slightly, but his arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to him.
The small lollipop he had earlier falls to the ground, now sadly coated in dirt, its ruby red surface shimmering faintly under the moonlight.
And even when Elias has leaned down, tilting his face at the right angle to kiss you better, the back of your neck still hurts from bending up to accept his kiss. He gives you no time to fight back against him, as if he has wanted to do it long ago, far too long. He kisses you like a starved man. It feels like he’s been holding this back, for weeks, months, maybe years. Like this is something he decided long ago.
Your hands push against his chest as he seems unfazed by your actions, just pulling you even closer into his kiss, until he feels like you’re unable to breathe anymore. Only then does he pull away slightly. His face is still close to yours, his tongue slipping back into his mouth as you finally are able to see his eyes so close to you.
His pupils were dilated and seemed blurry, as if he hadn't gotten enough of what he had just tasted. You were stunned for only a moment before you shoved him away harshly, and before you could think, your body already moved first as you lifted your hand and slapped him hard across his face.
It left your palm stinging more than his cheek, you supposed, but you threw that slap with all your might as, slowly, the red mark it formed on his pale skin appeared and his face turned slightly to the side. You were even able to scratch the corner of his lip because of your nail. You stood there, a bit out of breath. You didn't know if your body was shaking because of anger or any other reason.
You felt bad right after you slapped him that hard, but only for a brief second, because you immediately snapped back. Why the hell couldn't you slap him? He deserved that shit.
Looking at his face, still with that unfazed look, he didn't seem to mind your slap at all. If anything, it just made whatever the hell was going on in his mind grow crazier, as you saw the corner of his lip curve up. The reddened scratch just seemed to open wider with his smile.
You quickly wiped your lip with the back of your hand as if you had just touched something so disgusting.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" you asked furiously as you looked at him in panic and confusion.
He flicked his tongue out, dragging it across his lip slightly as if he were savoring whatever taste was left there, and with the same laid-back attitude and that smirk, he answered you.
"Isn't everybody here having something wrong going on?" He stood tall, looming over you a bit as he leaned down slightly so his eyes could meet yours better. "That's why we're the freaks."
"Freak doesn't mean you kiss someone without their permission, asshole.”
You grunted the words out as his attitude just made you want to slap him again. The sound of your palm coming into contact with his face seemed to still echo in the air around you as you glanced at him, displaying your anger and disapproval clearly, even when he clearly didn't care.
"Isn't that what you always have in your mind?”
He suddenly asked again, as his flow of thought wasn't something you could keep up with. As if you standing in front of him didn't freak out, he just acted like it was a normal, casual conversation, as if he hadn't just kissed you out of nowhere a moment ago.
"What are you on about?" And that pissed you off even more, but before you could say anything else, he suddenly stepped closer, and you instinctively backed away from him as your hands clasped over your mouth.
He let out a laugh, amusement and mockery lacing together.
"Your eyes can't deceive others," he emphasized as you kept your distance from him.
Afraid he might do something out of impulsiveness again.
"You want to know how a cigarette tastes, or..." He paused for a minute too long before continuing his words. "How it tastes on my lip?”
You could feel heat creeping up all over your face, unsure if it was anger or embarrassment that boiled inside you as you argued back.
"That doesn't justify your action-"
But he cut through your words before you could continue.
"So you admit that you want to kiss me?"
Question after question, it drove you insane with how talking to him felt like trying to solve a riddle that had no answer.
You found it meaningless trying to argue with him. Normally, when his attitude made you tired and exhausted, you'd just walk away from him. But now, this kind of thing was serious, and you didn't want to walk away, because maybe because of your giving-in attitude, it made him more steamrolling in his actions and behavior.
And because he never really listened to you, you found no reason to constantly tell him anything anymore.
"So what if I did?" you spoke up once again. "I don't go around jumping on you, asshole."
You rarely used any vulgar words, but Elias really knew how to get on your nerves and draw out that side of you.
He just chuckled slightly, the sound rumbling in his chest then echoing in the space around the two of you, as your words didn't seem to affect him.
"That's why I like you," his voice low as he continued. "You are honest, which is something... I'm not exactly possessed of.”
You sighed in the back of your head as you looked at him.
"Clearly, you don't even have any decency either."
And that was the last conversation you had with him ever since that night.
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Because on the very next day, a lot of things happened, and as a result, your House was deserted. And even though you weren’t affected by that, since by that time you were already a 4th year, Elias wasn’t so lucky. He was put on probation for his failure in his captain duties, for how he overlooked the House. Even when you and other students tried to defend him, the school had already finalized their decision. And what shocked you the most was that Professor Hyde confirmed Elias had taken the blame on himself and taken full responsibility for what had happened.
But strangely enough, you weren’t affected by any of that, as if you had been kept in the dark on purpose so you wouldn’t get tangled in the mess.
So when you were at your internship in the special task force and heard that soon the others would be able to return to campus, you doubted that Dionysia would be reopened, because Darkwick never gives something out without getting something back. You already doubted at that point that they would have to take on some mission to be able to gain what they wanted.
But a few students seemed too excited when they heard there was a chance to reopen it. So you took some time off to revisit your school.
Darkwick has always been strict about who can come in and who can get off the island, but the 4th years are technically still students of Darkwick. You and the others are still allowed to come back occasionally, though you have to get R&R approved by both Darkwick and the force where you are interning.
And monthly, 4th years have to send their internship reports to the school anyway, so you took your time to send the report as you visited your school too.
Out of habit, your feet just wandered toward the right Dionysia dorm, which is now deserted. Everything looks run-down because of the neglect. This place falls apart so easily without anyone around to take care of or maintain it. You drag your feet inside as you look around at the desolated buildings and tents. Even the Ferris wheel looks hysterical in your eyes because you doubt whether it can still work.
You remember Elias would occasionally ride it. You remember that well because it was one of the many rare memories he shared with you, that he had a routine, a habit. He liked to ride it to check whether it functioned just fine, but in reality, he just liked to stay inside one of the compartments, looking down on the island from above as he dragged a long smoke from his cigarette.
Maybe it was one of his sanctuaries, a hideout he felt like going to whenever he felt overwhelmed or wanted to avoid something. You’re unsure. But you do remember that after his sharing, you had taken note of more places you could find him when he slacked off on his work again.
You look at the Ferris wheel as you hesitantly, slowly approach the control panel in a small cabin right under it. Pushing the door open, you expect the place to be covered in dust like every other place. But it is surprisingly clean, and you suspect whether someone has occasionally cleaned this place. Was it Haru? Was it Elias? You don’t know.
You doubt it can even work without the main electricity to operate the whole place. There is no use in cleaning this place either way.
But still, you reach your hand to flip the switch on the side. And surprisingly, all the lights in the cabin turn on, with a small melody flowing into your ears. It is supposed to be the music they sometimes play in the compartments of the Ferris wheel, but it seems like the speaker has been wrecked a bit, as the sound comes out uneven and eerie, making the cheerful melody turn into something horrifying and petrifying.
You walk out of the cabin as you look up to see all the lights on the Ferris wheel lit up, which is very odd. You didn’t know this could still run. You approach the Ferris wheel as you step up on the stairs, looking at each compartment slowly sliding up as you wonder if you can even ride them, because there needs to be someone controlling the panel for you to ride the wheel.
But as you’re lost in your thoughts, a compartment suddenly stops in front of you as its door slides open. You’re dumbfounded, as no one is controlling the panel right now. You turn slightly to see a familiar figure standing right there. His dark ash-brown hair seems to lighten at the tips as the light casts over his face. He still has that usual smug expression. Even when his smile is soft and faint, it’s still as punchable as always.
“Didn’t know we would have a visitor,” he makes a small comment as he approaches you, and you notice a small remote in his hand.
That might be why he can control the compartment without touching the panel.
“Didn’t know we would have a cleaner here,” you say as both you and he stare at his janitor outfit.
He lets out a small laugh as he answers, “I’m still on duty. Just taking a small break.”
You don’t really pay attention to what he says as your eyes once again dart around the place.
“Did you clean the cabin?” you ask him, and he also looks around a bit before speaking up.
“I try to keep some places tidy as much as I can,” he answers, honestly this time, and it surprises you a bit.
“Shame that one person can’t handle all those tasks,” you speak.
He chuckles a bit bitterly as he tilts his head slightly once he’s in front of you.
“Want to have a ride?”
He asks, and you don’t say no. You both get on and settle down in your seats opposite each other as your gaze darts outside the window.
He really meant it when he said he tries to keep things clean as much as he can, because the glass windows are still clear and seem well maintained, as you can still see outside clearly.
Once the door slides closed, you feel the compartment shift slightly as it slowly moves up.
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“How’s your internship going?” Elias’s question drags your attention back to him as your eyes once again fall onto his slate-blue ones.
“It’s going well.” You only answer simply, without any further elaboration.
Elias senses the coldness in your tone as he makes a small comment. “I can tell. That uniform looks good on you.”
Your gaze shifts down slightly to your outfit, as you were at work before rushing to Darkwick, so you didn’t get a chance to change, and you still have your intern ID on.
“Yeah, it does suit me better than Darkwick’s,” you answer him honestly, as you find no reason to like that uniform.
You just wonder what he is exactly thinking, because he should also have been an intern by now, not stuck in these nostalgic and broken memories.
But maybe, just maybe, the reason he chose to stay and take responsibility was because he believed that one day he would be able to bring Dionysia back onto the map, along with its shows, the entertainment, the applause, and the cheerful smiles they used to gain from their audiences.
He only lets out a small laugh at your words, as he doesn’t seem to have any further thoughts. He’s still the same unreadable captain you have known, distant with a laid-back attitude, always seeming to slack off but very serious in his missions. You wonder if he has changed in some way and how he has been doing. But wanting to know doesn’t equal wanting to ask, because what should you say?
You feel like whatever answer he gives you, you won’t be satisfied at all. Whether he feels miserable or not, it won’t make you feel any better.
“Relax your eyebrows a bit. Too many frowns will give you wrinkles.”
His comment drags you back from your thoughts as your gaze fixes on him again.
The compartment slowly moves higher as you look out of the window again, seeing Darkwick more clearly, seeing the campus more vividly. Looking down from here just makes you realize how lonely and cast-off Dionysia looks. Let alone the other Houses, who knows whether they will have a chance to reopen.
You lean against the glass a bit, which makes Elias let out a small reminder.
“Don’t get too close to the glass.”
You only give him a small glance from the corner of your eyes before continuing to view the scenery outside. When the compartment finally arrives at the top, you realize how long it has been since you last rode a Ferris wheel and how beautiful the world can seem from up here. Ever since you started your internship, you have always been busy with tasks and work and cases. You barely have time for yourself, let alone really care about other things. So entertainment, which used to be part of your life, suddenly fades into the background like some meaningless memory you put at the back of your head. It hasn’t been that long, but how come it feels like an eternity has spun past your eyes without you even knowing?
You can feel Elias’s gaze on the side of your face, but you just ignore his existence for now. But it’s not easy when you two are stuck in the same space at who-knows-how-many meters high this is.
But suddenly, the wheel stops as it shakes a bit. You back away from the glass and lean into your seat.
“What’s going on?” you ask, a bit panicked and nervous.
Elias also looks around before shrugging slightly. “Oh, sometimes it does that. Mio isn’t around to maintain it, so there’s only so much I can do.” He speaks so casually, as if being stuck at this height doesn’t affect or bother him at all.
His unserious and unconcerned tone makes you want to punch him, as suddenly he looks just like the same old Elias to you.
He seems very familiar with the situation, which makes you wonder whether this has happened to him often enough that he can just stay relaxed like that.
“It’ll start working again after a couple of minutes,” he adds, as if to ease your concern.
You stress out a bit as you look at him. “Really?”
“Maybe a couple of hours sometimes,” he answers with a hopeless smile.
You almost slap him for real as his lips curve up so punchably.
“You’ve gotta be kidding.”
He shakes his head at your words.
“It works when it wants. I can’t really control that.”
And then you see his hand slide into the front pocket of his uniform as he flicks out a cigarette packet again.
“I thought you quit,” you ask without thinking.
Fuck. Because most of the time you’d think carefully about what’s on your mind before speaking out loud, but for some reason, whenever you’re around him, things just slip out.
And Elias, he just smiles at you as he shakes his head.
“Old habits die hard.”
His fingers take out a small stick as he hovers it over his lips. His other hand takes out a lighter from his pocket as he turns the flame on, holding it close to the butt of the cigarette resting on his lips.
He takes a small drag of smoke once again. And when he breathes out, you see that familiar grey veil between the two of you once more. In this tiny space, it seems even more visible. Even when you’re not that far away from him, the smoky veil still makes you feel like he isn’t really there. Like it’s all just your imagination. A wall. A layer that separates and divides your worlds completely.
And you hate that. You hate smoking. You hate the scent of it, how that thing travels into people’s lungs and could harm everybody who consumes it, directly or indirectly. And in your eyes, those who smoke in public without concern for other people are just nasty.
As far as you know, Elias doesn’t tend to smoke around other students, especially those who don’t smoke. But with you, he just seems not to care whether you like it or not. And maybe because you two have worked together for so long, you kind of get used to it, to the tang of smoke on the edge of his sleeve. Or when he walks by you or stands by your side, you can smell it clearly. Like it’s his way of telling you, showing you, that he’s present by your side.
And at some point, when you were on your internship, you kind of missed the scent. Because without it, it reminded you that Elias wasn’t your partner or captain anymore. He was just… Elias. A man who has zero connection to you if it’s not because you both enrolled at Darkwick and happened to be housemates. If not, he wouldn’t even look your way for a single second.
So when you became an intern, you picked up a habit of smoking or more like buying cigarettes and burning them without really smoking them. Because it’s the same brand that Elias smokes. And the scent tricks you into believing that he’s still present somewhere in your life. At least that’s how you tried to survive each day, knowing he’s not by your side. Nor will you ever work with him again. So at some point, you get used to that and accept that you might not ever meet him again.
But ever since the last conversation you had with him, you wonder if he kissed you out of impulsiveness, or if it was because he knew what was going to happen next, that maybe he wouldn’t be able to meet you again. Then why did he choose such an action, to make you disdain him in some way? Would that make his life easier? Would that make him feel better because he didn’t tell you anything? You don’t know.
Because you wouldn’t dare to ask either way. Because deep down, you don’t want to know the answer. Because maybe that kiss was meaningless to him. But to you, it was different. Because you don’t do meaningless things.
But there is one thing you know from that night: Elias didn’t build that grey wall between the two of you. And if he did, he had already crossed it by kissing you. And he didn’t seem to regret it. You wonder if he was being brave, gathering enough courage to close the gap between you. And whether he wanted you to do the same.
But you have always felt like you lost to Elias in some way, schoolwork, duty, friends, housemates, classmates, reputation. Like everything you achieved was always one point behind him.
And now, even when it comes to feelings.
How can you accept that, always losing to him? Even when it’s about your own emotions, and even when he seems more unserious than you, and when he’s rarely honest, he somehow still wins you over by accepting what he deeply holds inside himself.
And yet you feel like a child for always being jealous of him. You wonder how he can form such a secure and collected aura for himself. And why, even when you try so hard, it still feels like you’re a child trying to copy an adult.
You lift your head to look at him, but the smoke covers half of his face, and you can barely see anything. You don’t know what kind of expression he has or how he feels about being stuck here with you.
But that familiar scent of smoke lacing through the space somehow makes your heart beat harder and louder. Are you panicking? Nervous? Terrified? Or all at once? You don’t know anymore.
And before you can think, you stand up from your seat and walk over to him.
“Give me some,” you say to him, your eyes falling on the cigarette resting between his lips.
He takes the cigarette between his fingers slightly as he looks up at you, seeing how you’re standing in front of him. “You smoke now?” He flicks his packet, which is now empty, and lifts his head with a smile. “Sorry, that was my last-”
But before he can finish his sentence, you grab the collar of his jumpsuit and lean down, pulling him into a kiss. Your lips press against his as he seems stunned by your action, gripping the packet in his hand so tightly his knuckles turn white at what you did.
It’s only a brief, small kiss before you pull away slightly.
You’re not bold enough to kiss him any differently because, after all, you’re not Elias. But you don’t regret doing that at all. You can feel the tips of your ears and your cheeks heating up as you try to back away and return to your seat but Elias is quicker.
His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you back. You stumble and fall onto his lap, panicking as your eyes widen at his action. Your hands immediately shove against his shoulders, afraid you might be too close to him.
“Was that because you wanted to smoke?” he asks suddenly, his stale blue eyes gazing up at your face.
His voice is lower and deeper now, laced with something you can’t quite name. His arms wrap firmly around you as he pulls you closer, almost as if he wants to carve you into him.
“…No,” you answer slowly, and he lets out a small smile.
But slowly it grows deeper until it turns into a low, dark chuckle. His head leans against you, and you can feel his body shake, his chest rumbling as he laughs, his voice echoing louder in the quiet space you two share.
“This is why I like you.” His hand reaches up gently, moving a strand of hair away from your face.
And only now do you realize he must have dropped his cigarette when you suddenly kissed him out of nowhere.
The tips of his fingers still carry the tang of nicotine as you look at him.
Yes, you didn’t kiss him because you wanted to taste the smoke. You kissed him because you wanted to break the smoke, that thin layer of illusion, so fragile and intangible, that always seemed to keep distance between you, separating you from him. It annoyed you in so many ways. You just wanted to tear it down and see him clearly.
His hand then caresses the side of your face softly, as if you’re some delicate doll. Then slowly it moves down to the side of your neck, making you shiver. His hand slides to the back of your neck as he pulls you in once again, tilting his head so his lips can meet yours at a better angle.
He kisses you again. This time it’s different, because you finally reciprocate. You hold his face in your hands gently as you lean closer, deepening the kiss. The air in the compartment grows heavier and hotter. Sometimes you can even hear the soft, embarrassed sound of your lips meeting as his tongue parts your lips to enter your mouth once again, intertwining with yours. Even though you don’t have as much experience as him, you still try to take the lead, to regain whatever small control you think you have, only to give up again when he seems to know exactly how to kiss you to melt your heart.
When he finally pulls away, you can see the thin silver thread between your lips. His tongue drags softly over your lower lip, as if tasting what remains.
His arm is still around you as your hands rest on his shoulders. You can see the pink hue on his cheeks, his hair slightly disheveled, his lips wet and a bit reddened, inviting more as you bite his bottom lip softly.
He lets out a small chuckle before kissing you once again, as if your action triggers something in him, his grip growing a bit tighter.
“W-wait-” You can barely breathe as his kiss grows more dangerous, greedier with each passing second.
“I have waited enough,” he answers between kisses as he gazes up at you. “I’ve been patient all this time. Don’t you think I deserve some reward?”
You can feel your whole face burning at his shameless request, but you can’t say anything when his lips crash onto yours once again.
You shift slightly, trying to move away from his kiss, and your hand accidentally presses on something hard over the pocket on his chest. Suddenly you hear a loud creak as the wheel starts running again. You look outside the window in surprise before your gaze falls back on Elias, who is clearly looking smugly guilty.
You pull whatever is in his pocket out and see the remote he had earlier when you both got on the wheel.
“Did you have this all the time? And you can use it?” you ask him.
And he just smiles as he answers,
“Ah, I must have forgotten that.”
“Don’t lie. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?!”
Now you really feel embarrassed. In the end, Elias is still able to wrap you around his finger. You try to move away from him, but he wraps his arms around you once again, keeping you against him.
“Elias!”
He doesn’t budge at all as he buries his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent as he nuzzles slightly.
“Let me stay like this for a moment. I won’t be able to see you once you leave.”
His voice is suddenly laced with such sadness and loneliness that you don’t know whether he’s being honest or not. But you have never seen Elias like this before, and you don’t know how to react. All you can do is sit still and let him hug you, your warmth lacing together as his strands of hair tickle your skin softly.
After a moment of silence, right when the compartment almost reaches the bottom.
“I’ll visit more often from now on.”
His body stiffens slightly at your words as he slowly looks up, leaning back a bit to see your face more clearly.
“Because of me, or because you think there’s a chance for Dionysia to reopen?”
He asks, his voice lower and colder for some reason, his grip tightening slightly.
You wrap your arms softly around his neck as you answer him honestly.
“Both. Because of you, and because I trust you guys can bring Dionysia back together.”
And that answer earns the biggest, widest smile you have ever seen from Elias.
Hi!!! I have a suggestion, what would the Dionysia boys be like with an extremely cute MC?
tokyo debunker : dionysia ghouls with an EXTREMELY CUTE MC !
to @nana-chan15 💗 : thank you for such an adorable headcanon ! i have so much fun writing this headcanon & i hope you enjoy my writing ! <3🫵🏻🩷
elias pratt
i feel like he would find you endearing as you stumble your words and your face puffs up in embarrassment whenever you speak to elias.
whenever you ask such innocent questions as your eyes stared into his, he has this undesirable urge to squish your face.
he would indirectly tease you from time to time. he knows that it makes your cute face flustered so he would constantly do it. if someone questions him, OR EVEN YOU, he would play the oblivious card. “hm ? me ? what did i do, dear heart ?”
jo kongoza
calls you cutie x100 times more, making you blush even harder. (his heart is TOO WEAK for your cuteness)
also has the undesirable urge to squish your face but is actively ACTIVELY trying to control himself as he slams his head against the wall.
whenever your innocent eyes stared into his, its like immediately his problems go away. he is preparing a 50 slides powerpoint on why you both should get married as you talk about your day with excitement on your face.
shion genkai
he has developed a weird, twisted fantasy due to your cuteness. his cuteness aggression is so aggressive that mio and jo often steps in to pull him away from you.
squishes your face when you jump around him. im sure he is 1000% aware that he scares you but he CANNOT get enough of your cute lil jumpy expressions.
whenever a guy tries to hit on you, he would appear and swoop you away to dionysia. he would probably “lightly injure him” with his artifact as you both walk away.
mio susuhara
he has cuteness aggression but more tamed. whenever he sees you admire his works, its as if his heart is yanking out of his chest.
ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE FAST ASLEEP NEXT TO HIM WHILE HE IS DOING HIS WORK AROUND DIONYSIA. (he cannot concentrate)
i feel like if you would offer him free handmade coupons to squish your cheeks, he would do it in a heartbeat. (that coupons will be gone in a week & his excuse is because he is stressed out)
