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Elias Voit
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I know there was a long pause between episodes and I'm sorry for that, but I didn't have time to sit and write and I don't like how I wrote the previous smut, so I wanted to write it better this time. And for that I needed to take more time. So, there's smut in this episode too...basically only smut.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Everything about him is infuriating. The way he watches her with those dark blue eyes, always a step ahead. The way he can disarm her with a sarcastic remark or that cocky grin, cutting through her defenses like they are nothing. And then there is the way he touches her, like he knows exactly what buttons to press to make her body react a certain way. He is infuriating because she can't stop wanting him, no matter how hard she tried to keep him at a distance.
Evelyn stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still warm from the shower she took a moment ago. She didn't expect to find Elias still in her bedroom, she thought that he'd already go to his own room. But she paused at the doorway as she saw him still lying in her bed. She observed him for a moment. His eyes were closed, his breathing even and slow. She fidgeted with her fingers as she hesitated, unsure what to do. Was he sleeping or just resting?
Her muscles were sore, exhaustion weighed her down, making her eyelids heavy. She needed to get to her bed. Her bed. Maybe she could slip in beside him and get some much-needed rest without waking him up? Assuming of course that he was indeed sleeping.
She didn’t know what to expect. Would he pull her close, demanding more of her? Or would he get up, leaving her alone in the cold bed?
She stood frozen in place for a long moment, biting her lower lip. It felt weird to be uncertain about something as simple as sleeping arrangements. She was used to her own space, where she could curl up and shut the world out. But with him everything was changing rapidly. After what had happened, the lines in their dynamic were so blurred she didn’t know where she stood with him anymore.
Finally, she forced herself to move, padding softly across the wooden floor. His silhouette sprawled out on the bed, one arm draped casually over the pillow where her head would go. She grimaced in discontent.
He didn’t stir as she approached, and for a second, she thought about turning around and grabbing a blanket to sleep on the couch. But the cold air made her skin prickle, and she knew she wouldn’t sleep through the night out there without shivering.
Taking a deep breath, she slid into the bed beside him, careful not to disturb his sleep. She lay on her side, with her back at him, her head rested on the edge of the pillow. Her pillow. Her body tensed as she listened to his breathing. Would he wake up? Would he pull her in or push her away?
Suddenly he shifted beside her. His arm moved, but instead of pushing her away, it wrapped around her waist, pulling her close with a firmness that surprised her. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat near her back. His grip was possessive, but not in the demanding way it had been earlier. There was no urgency, no hunger, just a quiet, unspoken claim.
"You're staying here." he murmured, his voice low and thick with sleep. It wasn’t a question. He was stating a fact, as if there had never been another option.
She blinked, staring ahead into the darkness, unsure how to respond. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck, his body molding against hers, and despite everything, despite the confusion and uncertainty, it felt… comforting. Warm.
She didn’t say anything, didn’t dare to move or breathe too loudly, afraid of disturbing this moment that had settled between them. She let herself relax and closed her eyes, her breathing slowing to match his until she drifted off to sleep.
YOU’RE A STORM IN A TEACUP AND I’M STARTING TO LIKE THE CHAOS.
I can't, I can't... But i will 🥵 It's been a while since i've written a smut, so let me know what you think or what can i improve, cause damn... I've had so much fun writing for Elias and I want to write more smuuuuut, but I feel self-conscious about it. („• ֊ •„)
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Elias craves Evelyn with every fabric of his being. He isn't a gentle man, and this won't be a gentle sex. He intends to overwhelm her, to take her apart, to claim her, to break down any defiance that's left in her. He wants her surrender to be complete. And if that'll happen to be too much for her?
Oh well, he thought, she'd seen that coming.
Back at the cabin, the air between Evelyn and Elias was thick with unspoken words and unclear tension. As she moved towards her room, hoping for a moment alone to process everything, he stopped her with a firm hand on her arm. His expression was serious, his eyes focused and unwavering.
"We need to talk." he simply said, his voice calm but authoritative. "There are some rules you need to remember and follow. And this isn’t negotiable. The rules are there for a reason and they're not just a suggestion."
She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, knowing this conversation was inevitable. She nodded, biting her lower lip, waiting for him to continue. She prepared herself for being reprimanded.
"First." he began "you need to listen to me. Don't wander off without letting me know where you're going. Don’t engage with strangers unless absolutely necessary, and never reveal the location of this cabin. You can't tell anyone your real name. We are still dealing with a dangerous situation, and your disobedience could bring us serious trouble."
He paused, watching her closely to make sure she understood. "The last thing we want is to draw attention, especially from the authorities. Remember, you’re still a refugee. The police are still looking for you. If you make a mistake, it could mean being locked up in a psych ward again."
She swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. She nodded again, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation. Her mind drifted briefly to the past, being institutionalized again was one of her biggest fear. She knew he was right, even if his tone was harsh. But he was still much calmer than she'd expected. She'd thought he'd lash out at her, yell even, but apparently his anger lessened a little or maybe he was more self-controlled than it seemed.
Seeing her compliance, he dismissed her, watching her going back to her room.
Problem had been addressed, but he knew that there was another matter that needed his attention - the sexual tension between them... he couldn't leave it unresolved. It was causing issues, and he knew that they need to defuse it. But addressing it, talking about it wouldn't do it. He knew her well enough already to predict that she would likely deny it, ignore it or even refuse to acknowledge it. And ignoring it wouldn't make it go away. It would only complicate things further.
He could insist of course, tell her to make up her mind, to stop lying to him and herself. To stop contradict herself only because she couldn't control her own damn urges. After all they both knew that if he hadn't pulled back, she'd have let him fuck her.
But this approach wouldn't help him achieve what he wanted. He imagined her biting her lip, trying to find the words to respond, but nothing would come. The room for her would start to feel too small, the air too thick... She would retreat to her room again.
He needed to be smart. He needed to recreate their dance, but this time he'd be the one in control.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I won't blame you if you feel as frustrated as Elias in this episode. But this is part 1 of this dance between them and I swear they're gonna finish it with fireworks in part 2.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: He makes some amends and takes her on a mission. They have a job to do. One simple job that definitely don't include breaking his rules and dancing in a stolen dress.
Elias woke the next morning, all felt like a fever dream. He replayed the events of the night over and over in his mind, wondering if he had pushed her too far. But he had had to teach her not to play him in the most gentle way he could, and obviously he could had done worst than that and yet he hadn't. So despite everything that could had happened, he was sure he had done the right thing.
He started his day as usual, no regret of his actions and no pondering of what could had been. He moved on and expected Evelyn to do the same.
And yet...
She didn't. Instead she was acting like a trapped animal, hiding before him in her room. He let her be for some time, until it started to feel annoying. He paced the cabin, the silence growing more oppressive with each passing hour. Their usual banter, her sharp mind, their conversations—he missed it all.
He missed her.
He needed her to feel safe with him again, so he decided he needed to make some amends, to take a step back and give her some space, and hopefully, she would feel more at ease.
He sat at the small desk in the corner of his bedroom and pulled out a piece of paper. He took a deep breath and began to write, old-fashioned style.
Evelyn
I realize that last night might have been too intense. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or scared. That was never my intention. I understand that you need time and space to process everything, and I want you to know that you're safe here.
I have to leave the cabin for a couple of hours or so. Use this time to relax and think. When I return, we can talk if you’re ready. Or not. It’s your choice.
Elias
Alphabet headcanons Elias Voit NSFW
Sooo... Here it is. I've had fun writing this. ^^ It made me wonder how would Elias react knowing that someone created headcanons for his sex preferences.
He'd probably burst with laughter and he'd be keep laughing while killing me. xd
A is for Aftercare (what he's like after sex)
- He's likely to be composed and observant and a lot more relaxed, maybe even allows himself to be vulnerable, though the moment would be fleeting and not entirely out of his control. He may be quiet and introspective, reflecting on the experience and his partner's reactions, especially if they're still getting to know each other's desires, needs and kinks.
- He views aftercare more like a strategic tool rather than an emotional necessity for him. He understands its importance in maintaining her trust and satisfaction, so he would be attentive and gentle, providing comfort and reassurance. But mostly he's focused on physical comfort rather than emotional intimacy.
- He often holds his partner close or maintains physical contact in some other way
to assert ownership.
B is for Body parts (his favorite body part of his and also his partner’s)
- He's sapiosexual, so he really loves her mind and his own as well.
- He loves eyes, he likes making eye contact with her, reading her emotions, her thoughts, everything that her mouth cannot say.
- Speaking of mouth, he loves her lips, the way he can capture them with his, the way he can silence them, and everything that she can do with them.
- As for himself, he loves his hair, he takes his time to make sure they're on point before he leaves house.
- He also likes his hands as instruments of his actions, both violent and intimate.
C is for Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
- He loves to mark his territory, so his cum is usually all over her.
- He loves to look at the mess he's made of her and derives satisfaction from it.
- But as a sign of an ultimate ownership, he loves to cum inside her and warns her to keep it in, so he doesn't have to fill her up again (he would anyway)
D is for Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)
- He loves a ménage à trois with both configuration, though he's always the dominant one, unfuckable by other man, he's the one that fucks.
sorry Rossi
E is for Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)
- He definitely knows what he's doing.
- Due to his nature, he loves exploring and examining everything about human body and mind, so naturally he did a lot of experiments and indulged himself in a lot of activities in his early twenties. Mostly to figure out his own desires and likes, but also out of pure curiosity of how a person would react to everything he might try.
F is for Favourite position (this goes without saying)
- He's on top, kneeling before her, so he has the full view of her body and an access to her clit. He can easily lean forward and grabs her throat as well, another thing that he likes to do.
G is for Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous?)
- He's predominantly serious. His intensity and focus create an atmosphere of deep connection and control.
- It's unlikely that he'd incorporate humor during sex. He may occasionally use a wry or dark sense of humor to disarm her or deflect vulnerability, but this would be rare and always with a specific purpose.
H is for Hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes?)
- He's well groomed, not entirely shaved. Basically likes his facial hair.
I is for Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)
- For him sex is about control and power. He often dictates the pace and style, prioritizing his own satisfaction, but giving something in return as well.
- He's not selfish in bed, though he knows what he likes and can be quite demanding when he feels like he doesn't receive what he wants.
- When he cares about his partner, he's very attentive and enjoys exploring her needs.
- He's intensely focused and present during sex. His demeanor is controlled and deliberate, ensuring every action is precise and impactful.
- He's the one in control. He very rarely, almost never, let her take the lead. She may be on top, yes, but she has to be the submissive top while he's the power bottom.
- His romantic side is usually characterized by a deep, almost hypnotic attentiveness. He makes her feel like the center of his universe, using eye contact and touch to create a connection and words to keep her presence and make her feel appreciate.
- He can be very passionate, though he tends to focus more on the physical act itself than the emotional connection.
J is for Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
- It's alright if he really needs to release himself quickly, but it's not something he does often.
- He's very disciplined, so he can go on without it for a long time, prioritizing sex with his partner over autoerotism.
- He may however use it as a powerplay, making her wach as he satisfies himself.
K is for Kink (one or more of his kinks)
- Oh boy.
- Oh boy and his kinks.
- He has a strong preference for maintaining control. He really enjoys scenarios where he has complete control over his partner, both physically and emotionally.
- He loves exploring the power dynamics.
- He doesn't mind taming a soft brat as long as she's not being too stubborn and irritating with her defiance. Don't question his dominance, love.
- Given his manipulative nature, he's intrigued by psychological aspects of sex. He loves creating scenarios that test her trust and boundaries, pushing her to explore her own desires but also her fears.
- Restraint and bondage are appealing to him, as it strengthens his dominance.
- He's drawn to acts that inflict pain on his partner, as a way to maintain control but also to heighten the intensity.
- Gun play, knife play... the danger excites him.
- In extreme cases, (still consensual though) there could be a blurring of lines between sex and violence, where inflicting pain becomes the inherent part of sex.
- There's an element of voyeurism and exhibitionism in his preferences, as he enjoys observing reactions and the power dynamics involved. This could extend to scenarios where he is both the observer and the observed.
- If she has any kinks or unusual preferences, he loves to dig deeper into that. Asking a lot of questions, trying to figure the meaning behind them, seeing if there's more to them than just a physical need. Exploring her kinks can become his kink.
L is for Location (favourite places to do the do)
- Any place that's private and safe. Anywhere at home, bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom...
- He's not a fan of public sex or sex that involves the risk of being caught. He needs to be in control of the situation, and any unwanted spectator would be a put-off.
M is for Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)
- He finds it arousing when his partner can challenge him intellectually.
- A nice mental sparring is what turns him on, so show him that your intelligence and wit match his and his lips will be on yours in a matter of seconds.
- He thrives on the power exchange and the trust she places in him. Her willingness to obey him without question is highly arousing.
- But he also entertains the idea of having a partner who is strong and independent, but ultimately submits to his control.
- Embracing his dark desires and interests, participating in his fantasies, would excite him.
- Specific behaviors like her making prolonged eye contact, subtly seeking his approval, or showing signs of nervous anticipation... He enjoys seeing the impact of his influence on her behavior.
N is for No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)
- Any serious attempts to control him is a major turn-off.
- Any form of disrespect towards him or his dominance is a strong no.
- He dislikes overt emotional neediness. While he wants her to be emotionally invested, he can't offer her a romantic gentle love-making under the moonlight.
- Not a vanilla lover. Sorry, but plain, routine, or too predictable sex bores him. He craves intensity and complexity, and anything too conventional would not satisfy him.
- No whiny or complaining little brat.
- No public sex as stated above.
O is for Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)
- He loves receiving as it gives him another form of control over her and it feeds his need for complete dominance.
- He loves to fuck her mouth.
- He likes to go down on her too and control her in a different way, making it easy for him to make her beg.
- He's skillful, though he knows that every woman has different preferences, so he doesn't persist on one technique. He learns quickly.
P is for Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
- He prefers to go rough, but not too fast, as he likes to savour the act.
- He may change the pace depending on a position, but he usually goes with steady controlled pace throughout the whole act.
- He may go slow and sensual to manipulate her emotions or in rare moments of vulnerability when he needs to connect with her on a deeper level.
Q is for Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often?)
- He prefers to take his time with her, but he's not totally opposite a quick sex before he starts the day or before he has to leave her again.
- But overall quickies leave him with insufficiency.
R is for Risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks?)
- He can take calculated risks when he's sure that they won't spiral out of his control.
- He likes to experiment and try new things from time to time.
S is for Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)
- His double life requires from him a lot of physical work, so he's usually too tired to go for more than one, maybe two rounds.
- But he can last for a long time to heighten the intensity of his orgasm if that's something he wants to achieve.
T is for Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)
- He wouldn't like if his partner use a substitute toy even if he's not around for a long time.
- No dildos or vibrators. He wants her to beg for his cock, not a piece of plastic.
- But he has a nice collection of other toys that he likes using on her, like handcuffs, blindfold or whip as an extend of his dominance and as a tool to show his power over her.
- A gun or a knife can also be a toy.
U is for Unfair (how much does he like to tease)
- He enjoys teasing as a form of psychological play. He uses it to build anticipation and tension and sometimes to control his partner.
- His teasing is often subtle and calculated, designed to push her boundaries and test her reactions. This usually involve verbal teasing, but he also may withhold her orgasm, or challenge her patience and resolve in other ways.
- The intensity of his teasing could vary, but it always serves a purpose.
- He uses teasing to keep her on edge, making the
eventualrelease more powerful. - He may use more cruel teasing to manipulate or punish her for disobedience.
V is for Volume (how loud is he, what sounds he makes)
- He's not loud, but he doesn't restrain himself either.
W is for Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
- He secretly entertains the idea of giving up his control and letting her take care of him and his body the way she sees fit. He doesn't want to be dominated, but he'd like to give in to her for once, trusting that she won't hurt him.
X is for X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
- He's above average, not very long, but thick.
Y is for Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
- He has a high sex drive, though it's heavily influenced by his emotional state.
- His need for control and power extends into his sex life, where he seeks frequent, intense encounters.
- However stress and anxiety can affect him and decrease his sex drive for some time.
Z is for Zzzleep (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)
- He doesn’t fall asleep quickly after sex. His mind is constantly active and the emotional intensity can have a impact on him and it can take a while for him to fall asleep.
- He may stay awake to watch her, ensuring she's comfortable and satisfied.
- He may go to make a food for her and himself.
- Sometimes he finds it difficult to fall sleep without some form of physical contact with her.
Alphabet headcanons Elias Voit SFW
Mhm. Guess, who's not sleeping and creating headcanons for our charming killer? xd Let me know if you want NSFW version.
A is for Affection (How Affectionate He Is? How Does He Show Affection?)
- His love is clandestine, shared only with the person who holds his heart.
- He's moderately affectionate in public and his possessiveness can masquerade as affection at times. He can brush her hand with his, take it into his or put an arm around her waist when around people. Subtle signs that she is his without making her feel engulfed.
- His main way to show affection is an act of service and quality time. He will take care of things for her, anticipating her needs, like paying bills, buying essential household items, but also making her coffee or drawing a warm bath without being asked. And by doing so he can subtly controlling her environment, so it's a double win for him - her needs are fulfilled and his need for controling is fulfilled too. This can be helpful but stifling if she's more of an independent person.
- He pays close attention to her likes and dislikes, and may surprise her with small, thoughtful gifts or gestures that show he is attentive.
- If she's more comfortable with darkness and morbid things, he'd gladly buy her a horror movie prop or one of David Rossi's book about serial killers. *wink, wink*
B is for Beauty (What Does He Admire About His Girlfriend, Physically and Emotionally?)
- I think because he's attentive to details he finds beauty in less obvious parts of her, like the way she smiles, the way she gestures her hands when speaking, or a physical feature that others might find unconventional.
- He is particularly drawn to her eyes, finding them expressive and captivating. He loves them, because he can read them and they tell him what she feels.
- Emotionally he admires her inner strength and resilience.
- Intelligence and the depth of her thoughts is very important to him, he connects to her on an intellectual level. He admires her mind and seeks her insights, often engaging in deep conversations.
- He's fascinated by her ability to face her own darkness and he values her authenticity and how she doesn't hide her true self, which contrasts with his own need to maintain a façade.
C is for Comfort (How Would He Help His Girlfriend When She Felt Down/Had a Panic Attack?)
- He doesn't deal with emotions openly, his approach is calculated and directed at solving a problem rather than providing emotional support. He'd be detached from his and her emotions, but his protective instincts would kick in.
- He'd offer a listening ear, allowing her to vent and express her feelings without judgment, before he suggests a more practical way to deal with whatever she is dealing with.
- Despite his practical and logical approach, it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand the value of emotional support. He'd project an aura of calm. He'd stay close, providing a comforting presence, holding her hand or giving her a reassuring hug. But it wouldn't come naturally from him, more like a thought through moves.
- During a panic attack he'd stay calm and guide her through grounding techniques. Speaking in a soft, steady voice, he'd talk her through the attack.
D is for Dreams (How Does He picture His Future With Her?)
- He's known for his meticulous planning ahead, so the moment he decides that this is it, that he wants her to be his companion for life, he starts planning a future together. Down to every detail, like where would they live, how many kids would they have, where and when would they get married...
- He'd be mostly focused on making his own dreams come true, aka creating the facade of normalcy, but he'd also bear in mind her needs and would try to fulfill them the best he can.
- He wants to have a normal, conventional relationship (at least in public eyes) and have a family, but if she doesn't want to have kids, he's fine with that, as long as they're both happy.
E is for Ending things (If He Had to Break Up With Her, How Would He Do It?)
- If he decided to break up, it would be a well-thought-out process. He would aim to do it in a way that minimizes drama and maintains his control over the narrative. He doesn't want to make her his enemy or a vengeful ex-wife.
- He would likely frame the breakup in a way that appears considerate and caring, such as saying he doesn’t want to hurt her anymore or that it’s better for both of them in the long run.
- He would try to ensure the breakup leaves her with a positive impression of him, possibly even leaving the door open for future interactions or making it seem like it was a mutual decision.
- But if things went rough and dangerous, and if it benefited him more, he might simply disappear, leaving no explanation.
F is for Fiance (How Does He Feel About Commitment? How Fast Would He Like to Get Married?)
- He sees commitment as a strategic move to strengthen his control, rather than purely an emotional decision. Marriage holds some appeal – the facade of normalcy, the societal acceptance.
- A part of him craves the stability and a long-term relationship with someone who could truly love and accept him.
- He'd likely take his time before proposing marriage, ensuring that his partner is deeply attached and loyal to him. This could take some time, depending on how quickly he feels his goals are achieved.
G is for Gentle (How Gentle is He, Both Physically and Emotionally?)
- He's not inherently gentle, either physically or emotionally. His world is built on destruction and violence, and gentleness doesn't align with that.
- But he can be very gentle when he wants to, he understands that a soft touch can be disarming and create a sense of safety and intimacy. A feather-like caress across her cheek, fingers tracing patterns on her skin... He gets it.
- His physical touch can range from possessive to tender depending on circumstances.
- Genuine emotional gentleness is even rarer. He's capable of empathy, but it's not his strong suit. He might show vulnerability in carefully controlled doses or surprises himself in rare moments of genuine vulnerability.
- He might share a painful memory or confess a fear. These revelations are rare, like finding diamond in the dark.
- Overall his gentleness is a secret he shares only with those who dare to see beyond the bloodstains. <3
H is for Hugs (Does He Like Hugs? What Are His Hugs Like?)
- He finds hugs comforting at times. In her arms he forgets the blood on his hands and the weight of his crimes.
- When he initiates hugs, his need for connection struggles with his fear for exposure.
- He's capable of great violence, yet he restrains himself, treating his partner like a fragile treasure in his arms.
- Sometimes his hugs might feel slightly possessive. A tight grip but still gentle.
- Most of the time his hugs are like a shield against the world, often warm and reassuring, designed to make her feel safe and cherished.
I is for I love you (How Fast Does He Say "I Love You"?)
- He's strategic about when he says the first "I love you." He waits until he is confident that it will have the maximum emotional impact and deepen her attachment to him.
- Also he has to be sure that he won't be rejected. This might not be immediate but would come relatively soon in the relationship once he's sure of her feelings and her presumable reaction.
- He might struggle to say it though while being completely open with his true feelings. It leaves him vulnerable and exposed.
J is for Jealousy (How Jealous Does He Get? What Does He Do When He's Jealous?)
- He is prone to jealousy, primarily because of his need for control and his possessive nature. Seeing his partner showing interest in or receiving attention from others would trigger him.
- But rather than showing overt jealousy, he uses subtle manipulation to ensure her focus remains on him.
And only him.He might criticize or undermine the person he feels threatened by. - He would likely increase his attention and affection, reminding her of their bond, subtly encouraging her to spend more time with him and less with others.
- If things get more serious and he feels real threatened by someone to the point that he can't shake it off, he'll find a substitute to unleash his rage upon them instead of the real person that's ignited his jealousy.
- He would never resort to harm his partner or abuse her. If he had to confront her he'd express his feelings in a way that seemed reasonable and caring, trip guilting her instead.
K is for Kisses (What Are His Kisses Like?)
- Depending on the situation, his kisses can range from soft and gentle pecks to intense and passionate kisses.
- They are often passionate and intense and can become demanding.
- On other times his kisses could be surprisingly gentle and caring like forehead kisses or quick pecks.
- Sometimes they feel like a mark of ownership, a possessive claim, involving his teeth.
L is for Love (What Is He Like When He’s in Love? Is It Obvious to Others? How Does He Express His Feelings?)
- When he's in love, his emotions run deep. His obsessive tendencies, which he usually directs toward his dark pursuits, now focus on her (which could be a bad thing, unless she's not easily scared of the intensity of his feelings).
- He becomes fixated on her, studying her every move and memorizing her habits.
- He becomes more attentive and focused on her, gathering even more informations about her, not necessarily directly from her, but from her friends and family.
- He most likely stalks her social media without revealing himself.
- To those around him, the signs are more subtle, just increased attentiveness to her and a softer demeanor around her. He might talk about her often and showing signs of protectiveness towards her.
- However he still maintains a certain level of reserve in public.
- He can't escape his true nature. Love doesn't erase his darkness, it merely redirects it.
- He's willing to kill for her and sacrifice anything to be with her.
M is for Mornings (How Are Mornings Spent With Him?)
- He rises early, before her. He slips out of bed to prepare breakfast.
- He likes making breakfast for her, he always makes sure to prepare something she likes.
- He greets her with a soft I love you, with a gentle kiss on her lips.
- It's a whole routine for him before they both start a day, so it's important to him to create a good atmosphere.
- I don't imagine him as an angry sleeper, so I think he's quite cheerful in the morning even when he's had a sleepless night.
- It's in moments like this, that he feels gratitude for having her in his life.
- If he allows himself a moment of vulnerability, it's during breakfast.
N is for Nicknames (What Does He Call His Girlfriend? What Nicknames Does He Use?)
- The nicknames he uses are simple yet endearing. He likes to call her beautiful or darling.
- Sometimes he calls her sweetheart.
- But mostly he calls her love, or my love with a hint of possessiveness.
O is for Open (How Open Is He About Himself?)
- He guards his inner dark world like a fortress, afraid of consequences, afraid that he might accidently hurt his partner with the truth.
- However he reveals fragments of himself, of his past, of his mind, but only on his terms and with a calculated risk.
- When he struggles with something, he keeps it to himself, veiling his emotions, pretending he's ok.
- When he can't hide it anymore, he tends to isolate himself until he's sure he can maintain the facade. He'd regret it if he accidently lashed out at her.
- He's not accustomed to being completely open, completely vulnerable with someone and he struggles to do it.
P is for PDA (What Is His Opinion About PDA? Is He Upfront with His Relationship?)
- He's not comfortable with PDA. He values control and privacy, and public displays of affection might make him feel vulnerable.
- Yet, he may engage in PDA that appears appropriate and affectionate but not overly intimate.
- He's selectively upfront about his relationship, presenting it in a way that supports his image and serves his interests.
- He wants to control the narrative, presenting a carefully curated image of their lives to public.
R is for Romantic (How Romantic Is He? What Would He Do to Make Her Happy?)
He's romantic at heart, so committing murder together would be his way to show affection.- He can be quite romantic, using his attentiveness and charm to create memorable and meaningful moments, but he's not comfortable with great gestures or anything that would draw unnecessary public attention.
- To make her happy he may surprise her with a date or give her thoughtful gifts.
- He may leave her heartfelt handwritten notes expressing his feelings and appreciation for her.
- Mostly to make her happy, he does small acts of kindness that show he thinks of her, like cooking her favorite meal or running errands she dislikes.
S is for Security (How Protective Is He? What Would He Do to Protect Her?)
- He's fiercely protective of his partner, driven by both genuine care and his possessive nature.
- He anticipates danger, ready to strike.
- He'd eliminate any threat without hesitation.
- He wants to shield her from the world. He knows better than anyone how dangerous and treacherous the world can be.
- He'd go great lengths to ensure her safety.
He's like a predator guarding his prey.- If she was in immediate danger, he would not hesitate to step in and defend her, using any means necessary. And by any I mean Any means necessary.
- Would he kill for her? Pfh, you gotta ask?
- To protect her from perceived threats, he'd use manipulation to isolate her from individuals he deems dangerous or untrustworthy.
Ekhem, David Rossi, ekhem. - He'd watch over her, sometimes from the shadows, other times up close to make sure she's safe.
T is for Thrill (Does He Need to Try Out New Things to Spice Up His Relationship? Or Does He Prefer a Certain Routine?)
- His double life and dark activities provide him enough thrill, so he doesn't look for it in his relationship.
- But he does like to experiment, so most likely he'd love to try new things with her from time to time to keep the relationship exciting. And I don't mean only in bed.
- He'd love to try new food or new activities with her, something that involves controlled danger like skydiving or visiting a horror house.
- However he prefers a certain level of routine in a relationship over constant changes as it provides a sense of stability and control that he finds comfort in.
U is for Ugly (What Would Be Some Bad Habits of His?)
- Umm, his killing tendencies I guess.
- He can't seem to stop threaten people even for five minutes.
- Manipulative tendencies is perhaps his most prominent bad habit. Actually this is more than a bad habit; it's a core part of his character.
- Control issues. His need to control every aspect of his life and relationship can become overbearing and stifling.
- A disregard for societal norms and laws, reflecting his belief that he is above such boring constraints.
- Keeping secrets and withholding information from his partner, especially about his darker activities, is another detrimental habit.
- His obsessive planning and overthinking can lead to anxiety not only for him, but also for his partner.
- Beneath the calculated stoic exterior, there's a tendency towards impulsive acts of violence.
- Lying about his double life.
- The list is long.
V is for Value (How Important Is His Relationship to Him in Comparison to His Other Dark Life? Would He Consider Stopping Killing for Her?)
- His relationship is very important to him, both emotionally and strategically. He values the connection and the façade of normalcy it provides.
- It gives him a sense of belonging and normalcy he craves.
- It also creates an illusion of balance between his dark nature and his human side.
- It gives him hope that he can be normal and different than his uncle.
- A deep love could potentially make him pause his activities temporarily.
- YET it's unlikely that he'd stop killing completely. Killing provides him with a sense of control and power that a romantic relationship, even a deeply intimate one, may not fully satisfy. It's addictive and it provides a high and a sense of purpose that's difficult to replace.
- He would try to balance both aspects of his life, finding ways to continue his dark activities without endangering his relationship.
W is for Whole (Would He Feel Incomplete Without His partner?)
- Depends.
- He's self-sufficient, self-reliant and independent. He sees having a partner as an important complement rather than a necessity.
- However when he's deeply in love, his partner becomes a missing puzzle, deeply intertwined with his life. His darkness yearns for her light and he experiences a unique form of dependency with her.
- As a result he can't imagine his life without her.
- However if he lost her, (though he'd do anything he could to prevent that from happening) he'd find ways to cope with her absence without feeling truly incomplete. His ability to compartmentalize would likely allow him to function, albeit with a sense of loss and frustration. Most likely he'd spiral deeper into his dark tendencies.
Y is for Yuck (What Are Some Things He Wouldn’t Like in General in His Partner?)
- Lack of loyalty. He's highly intolerant of any signs of disloyalty or betrayal.
- Insubordination. In bed, fine, but don't undermine his control outside the bedroom.
- A partner who is intellectually inferior would bore and frustrate him.
- Too depended.
- Too independent.
- An overly emotional, clingy partner is a red flag for him, also emotional instability he sees as a liability.
- A blabbermouth is a big no no.
Z is for Zzzleep (What Are His Sleep Habits? How Is To Sleep With Him?)
- He's a light-sleeper. His mind is constantly active, making it difficult for him to fall and stay asleep.
- He's an early bird. Not in nature, but because of restlessness and nightmares. His mind hums with dark intrusive thoughts. His dreams are full of faces of victims, blood-soaked scenes.
- His partner is like an anchor for him.
- He waits for her to fall asleep first.
- He pulls her close for comfort and protection.
- Subconsciously seeks her presence in his sleep.
- He's definitely the big spoon.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
Mark me as scared and horny. I'll say no more. Sexual content in today's episode. Finally.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Accustomed to being the one in control Elias isn't ready for the tables to turn. His tactic of push-and-pull isn't one sided anymore. But the consequences of her actions will leave her breathless, wanting more... Even as they scare the hell out of her.
Elias watched with a smirk on his lips as the bathroom door slam shut. Poor thing, so rushed to wash down the desire he'd awaken in her. He knew it was pointless, she secretly craved the chase, craved what he had to offer her, maybe even wanted a touch of danger with him.
But more importantly, she craved him. He'd seen it in the way her lips had parted as if inviting him to claim them, her eyes waiting for his move, a soft gasp escaping her lips when he'd leaned in. He'd controlled her in a way she hadn't anticipated.
The problem was, control wasn't fun when your opponent simply went feeble. It'd been a moment of weakness on her side, not a consent for what was about to come.
And consent was important, not because he cared so much about her permission, but because persuading her, swaying her heart into the right direction right into his hands, would be a rewarded challenge of its own, and Elias had always been one to enjoy it.
Now, a few hours later, he watched her keeping herself occupied, avoiding unnecessary interactions. She was making efforts to keep her distance, both physically and emotionally. It was predictable and he knew that by doing so she was trying to resist the desires that were still inside her.
Silence them, ignore them, deny them, nip them in the bud.
Such a waste of time for what was inevitable to him.
He could ignore her icy exterior, of course. Let her become frustrated with her inner conflict. But where was the fun in that? He wanted her to play the game actively, he wanted her to yearn for his very dominance she fought against, the very control he held over her.
The key, he mused, was to keep the tension simmering, to keep her on her toes with a push-and-pull strategy. A balance between distance and intimacy.
Or the lack of balance in that case.
I've been making some new gifs and...
he looks here likes he's dissing the whole bau with one dope rap song based on Eminem's sample. xd
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
What's up? I'm back with another episode in which Elias and Evelyn may or may not crave to kiss each other while I'm craving for more sassy, smug, cheeky, cunning, causing trouble little shit. Yes, I'm talking about Elias in ep.5. Damn, he was so funny there. ^^
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Elias has his clever ways to make her craving to do the exact opposite of what she wanted to or should do in the first place.
Elias knew the look in Evelyn's eyes was a dead giveaway. Even before she opened her mouth, he knew what she was about to say. He'd seen her competitive nature during the game yesterday, the almost childlike enthusiasm in her eyes when she'd challenged him, the excitement in her smile when she'd won the final battle.
No, she wouldn't say no to his little challenge.
"Alright." she said after a moment of thinking it over, with a smirk on her face. "But don't blame me if you run out of breath and find yourself far behind spitting out your lungs."
A sharp laughter escaped his mouth. "That won't be the case, sunshine." he shook his head slightly as he walked over her and marked the starter point with his shoe. "Ready, then?"
He didn't have to ask. The moment he spoke, the moment he looked at her, she was already off, disappearing down the path towards the cabin.
"Hey! I haven't said go!" He chuckled, allowing her to have a head start. He enjoyed the sight of her running away like a rabbit, determined to outrun him, like she had a chance to actually escape him. He wasn't worried of her winning, not at all. He knew these woods like the back of his hand. He trailed behind her, deliberately letting the gap widen, enjoying the anticipation. Then, he turned slightly to the left. A shortcut, a barely visible path she didn't know about was his way to win this chase. With a grin, he veered off, speeding up.
Halfway to the cabin, she threw a glance over her shoulder, but Elias wasn't behind her, in fact he was nowhere to be seen. She slowed down for a moment thinking. It could only mean two things:
She was winning!
Or...
He was cheating.
She didn't have to guess which one was more likely, she already knew the answer. She looked around, scanning the green scenery until she saw him, emerging from the side of the path much closer than he should be.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I feel like I'm the only one who actually write for Elias. xd Wish there were fanfics about him being a main character and not just a side villain to the story.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: All work and no play make Elias a dull boy. But boredom and attraction is a dangerous mix.
For the past two days, Evelyn had been growing accustomed to the routine in the cabin. Elias needed her insights occasionally, and she had provided them the best she could. However when she wasn’t consulting with him, she spent most of her time alone in her room, lost in thought. She wasn't soaked in miserable thoughts though. With each passing hour, she began to reassess her situation. Here, she had her belongings, security, food, and a comfortable bed. And compared to the institution and the frantic days on the run, this wasn't so bad.
No, she wasn't truly free, but the deal she had made was temporary, so all she needed to do was to wait till Elias wouldn't need her help anymore, hopefully soon. And even if he decided to change the conditions of the deal, she believed that she could eventually turn the tables in her favor. She had faced worse situations and survived; this was just another challenge.
The only other thing she had to deal with was growing boredom. With nothing else to do, she rummaged through her unpacked belongings like in a treasure chest, until her fingers brushed against something she hadn't noticed before – her old iPad. Music! Her lifeline, her solace, her personal therapist! And a great killer of time.
Bless Elias, for whatever reason, he had taken it from her apartment.
Smiling, she plugged in her headphones and turned on the device picking up a song. Soon music filled hear ears and her wary head with a positive energy she needed so much. She closed her eyes, letting the music transport her to a place where worries and fears faded away. Her body feeling the rhythm, started swaying slowly until her feet led her to the middle of the room.
Meanwhile with less rhythmical tempo, Elias paced the living room, feeling boredom settled over him.
Two days. Two damn days cooped up in that room. He'd expect her defiance to be a constant off-note in the air, a challenge for him, a source of excitement. Instead, silence. She only emerged for meals, quick showers, and when he called her to use her skills. It was almost… disappointing. What was the point of having her here if she acted like she wasn't?
Normally, he'd go out, find some entertainment, another victim to play with. But with Evelyn here, he didn't want to leave her entirely alone. Not yet. Not until he found a way to ensure she wouldn't run.
Stupid. She was nothing like he'd imagine. Where was the spark, the fight in her eyes? Was she planning something? Plotting an escape in her room? Or worse, plotting against him?
He wondered if perhaps he'd made her too comfortable. Maybe she adapted a little bit too quickly. He needed to lure her out, engage her, see what was inside that pretty head of hers. With a sigh, he headed towards her room to see what was she doing.
When he slowly opened the door, he was met with an unexpected sight. Evelyn was slowly dancing to music, her eyes closed, headphones on her head, body swaying to the rhythm... She looked so different, so relaxed and at ease.
He definitely had made her feel too comfortable.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
This episode is hella long. But it's important to have it all discussed before we get down to them having sex business.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Welcome to a nice cozy Airbnb owned by a dangerous criminal mastermind who offers her a collaboration in exchange for helping hand.
"Really? What are you trying to achieve here?" He asked. "Look around, Evelyn. I'm offering you a safe haven. Where else are you going to run to?"
Even though she knew he was right, she couldn't help but feel that there was a hidden threat in this deal, a dangerous contract he hadn't revealed yet. Every instinct screamed at her to run.
"Safe?" she countered with disbelief. "How safe can I actually feel with you?"
"The world out there is a far greater danger," he said avoiding answering her question directly. "The police are hunting you, Evelyn. They won't hesitate to lock you away and throw away the key."
She stared at him, uncertain of what to do. The police wouldn't hesitate to do that, but what about him? Wasn't it like treading one prison for another? The frustration was boiling inside her. She wanted to scream, to lash out at the situation she was in, cause there was no good choice for her and they both knew it.
As if sensing her internal battle, he took a few steps forward. His moves were calculated, steady and resolute. He wouldn't let her get away, not a chance.
She felt like a small animal cornered by a wolf. She looked around and with the last attempt to gain some kind of control (or maybe out of pure disobedience), she darted past him, towards the car. But he was quicker. He lunged, his arms wrapped around her in a vice grip, his body pressed against hers.
"Not so fast, Snow White." he growled. The warmth of his breath tickled her neck. "You like making things difficult, ha?"
He easily spun her around, away from the car and then released her slowly, but his hand drifted towards the gun holstered at his hip. The unspoken threat of comply, or face the consequences. She looked at him and raised her hands high in surrender, the game was over, his patience wore off, that was clear. "Alright," she rasped, she had to swallow the bitter pill of surrender. "You win."
He smirked. "Good, now go." He gestured towards the cabin.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
Soooo... There's a couple of twists in today's episode. I'm a sucker for some cliches as you'll see, but oh well.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: She's almost finally where he wants her to be. But the rest of the way they have to go on foot. Holding hands.
Exhaustion crashed over Evelyn. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the endless stretch of road had pulled her into a sleep. In the soft light of the morning sun filtering through the trees, she looked almost ethereal, her features delicate and serene in sleep. He had been watching her for a moment, before finally rousing her from her slumber.
When she finally stirred, disoriented, it was to the sight of Elias leaning close, his face inches from hers, squeezing her arm gently.
"Wake up, Snow White," he murmured as he watched her with an intense look.
"Where are we?" she mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, ignoring his stare.
Instead of answering, he leaned back, his gaze sweeping over the scene before them. They were no longer on the open road. The car was parked at the end of a narrow, dirt path that disappeared into the a deep forest. Sunlight dappled through the trees, casting long shadows. The air smelled like a damp earth and decaying leaves.
Her stomach tightened with unease. A deep forest, miles from civilization, with a dangerous man for company. What had she been thinking, getting into this car?
He seemed to sense her hesitation, her reluctance to venture into the unknown, but he didn't care. He left the car, walked over and reached into the trunk, retrieving a large duffel bag. When she got out as well, he looked at her. "The rest of the way is on foot." he announced, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
"Foot?" Her voice rose an octave. "Why? Where are we even going?"
This was madness. Why, why had she agreed to any of this?
He didn't answer. Instead, he did something unexpectable. He walked over to her and took her hand in his in a firm grip.
Before she could protest, he started walking, pulling her along the forest path. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, leaving no room for argument.
"Don't worry, Snow White," he said, his voice a low murmur close to her ear. "You're in my hands now. And trust me, this is exactly where you need to be."
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: 🎶Should I stay or should I go now?🎶 Elias starts messing with her head, manipulating her into thinking he's her best option to survive. Plus a little bit of smug flirtation on his side.
Her brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and defiance. Couldn't he give her a break? She met his gaze. "You're kidding."
A smirk played on Elias' lips as he watched the play of emotions on her face. Her initial surprise quickly turned into a defiance. He'd known she'd consider escape, that a chance of freedom would be too hard to resist. Gaining her trust was proving more challenging than he'd anticipated. She had a rebellious nature, it was clear to see. And that could be a big problem if he didn't find a way to keep it at bay...
"Look, I've put some effort into finding you, not for you to run away immediately. I need a quick rest and I need to be sure that you'll be here when I open my eyes."
Yet, the way her eyes narrowed, the way she crossed her arms in a protest, held a perverse kind of fascination for him. That rebellious spirit, that flame that refused to be extinguished... She challenged him from the beginning, refusing to submit to him. He liked that.
"Stubborn," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Just like I predicted." He extended the handcuffs towards her, the metal made a soft clank sound. "Come on, Snow White. Let's not make this any harder than it needs to be."
She looked at him with her chin up. She wouldn't agree to be cuffed. not unless he forced her with his gun...but that would be a contradiction to what he'd said to her earlier and he wouldn't sound very trustworthy now. She gulped, either way she hoped the gun wouldn't be the extension of his persuasion.
He smirked, he knew she wouldn't go for it willingly. She wasn't the type to be easily subdued. But unlike the naive doctors and clueless police, Elias understood her. Much better than she understood herself.
He tossed the handcuffs onto the table with a nonchalant shrug. "Alright, alright," he conceded, feigning exasperation. "You win. No cuffs. But don't think for a second that we're done talking." His voice softened, but there was a warning in his eyes. "You're more than capable of taking care of yourself, that much is clear, but you're not making it easier for yourself by being blindly unruly."
Even though it looked like a backing down, he knew exactly what he was doing. It was a risk though, offering her a choice, the illusion of a choice to be honest, but it should appease her need for rebellion.
She stared at him as she analyzed his behavior, her gaze unwavering. The absence of force, the offer of a choice, was quite unexpected. Was he manipulating her decision? Trying to lull her into a false sense of security?
"I'm not blindly unruly, Elias," she finally said. "I'm just not a fool."
"Fine." He says as he shrugged. "And not a fan of playing with handcuffs, get it. Maybe some other time."
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Breaking into a house, whether it's abandoned or not, comes with a risk of dealing with a proposition that it's hard to decline.
Before Evelyn could stop him, Elias reached for the door handle. The front door creaked open with a rusty protest against the intrusion. Looked like it was really abandoned or someone forgot to lock it. She followed him inside, her warm breath created a fog in the cool, stale air when she sighed. The interior mirrored the house's neglected exterior – peeling wallpaper, dust everywhere, furniture barely standing...
"All I want is to stay away from trouble and somehow I'm still getting into a bigger one" she muttered under her breath with disbelief, complaining to herself at the same time. Here she was, at the doorway, contemplating whether to commit another crime or not.
Glancing around the sparsely furnished living room that bled into a grimy kitchen, she couldn't help but hope the place was deserted. Her break-in yesterday had been a stroke of luck and a desperate attempting to find a shelter – a family on vacation, the flat empty, no one even noticed, no damage done. This one, however, held a different energy. She noticed an open cereal box on the counter, and a few bottles of unopened beer – signs of life, however meager.
She sighed again as she went inside. She should have stayed in the car before Elias locked it instead of getting out with him.
"Looks empty down here. I'll check upstairs."
She jumped, startled by the unexpected sound of his voice. Her gaze darted to the avocado-green old fridge staying in the corner. Hunger, merely appeased by one single hot dog, made its presence known again. With a sigh, she abandoned any pretense of innocence.
"Go on." she said "I'll stay here guarding... the fridge." She opened it ignoring his surprised look, and reached for a lonely sausage that looked still fresh-ish. As she peeled the plastic off of it, a little voice in her head relentlessly judged her life choices.
After a long moment of silence and two bites later she heard the creak of the stairs. It made her spin around, a sausage halfway to her mouth. Elias, not someone else, stood there and flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "One snoring old drunk man upstairs. As long as we keep it quiet, he'll sleep like a baby."
The news should have been a relief, but it wasn't. She started thinking...What if the old man wasn't such a sound sleeper? What if he woke up and stumbled downstairs to find them rummaging through his belongings? Her voice, when she finally spoke, was a whisper. "And… and if he wakes up?"
He shrugged, a casual movement that concerned her. "Then I'll take care of it."
His words were...unsettling to say the least, his tone nonchalant, as if he were discussing the weather. A glint in his dark blue eyes, a sign of something cold and calculating caused her to step back from him.
The tiny voice in her head was judging her ability to judge people correctly.
He noticed her reaction and put up his hands, saying he was only joking. Surely.
"Right, joking" she echoed, her voice barely a whisper. As she was about to turn her eyes away, something caught her attention. With his hands up, his shirt went up revealing something metallic tucked into his waistband. She blinked away the initial shock.
Fuck.