skiesandcandy:
Anyways I am Always thinking about Jonah forcing Jon to feed. And I am always thinking about Jons really normal really healthy feelings about it and Jonah being extremely aware of them. Like he probably wouldn’t indulge him much , because his archivist needs to learn to feed himself. But once he’s better about it, there’s no reason he can’t reward him. Jonah taking Jon in his lap, feeding him letter by letter, Jon unaware they’re sent to him, savoring the hungry and barely human look in his archivist eyes. Stroking him so methodically, Jon panting softly the whole statement. Filling him up on so much information, maybe if he’s been very good he gives Jon a statementnof his own. Careful not to say too much. Just enough to fill him up. Satisfy him in a way nobody else’s can.
Statements about Jonah Magnus have always been Jons favorite. No reason not to indulge him, when he’s been so good.
Having soft thoughts about Omega Jon, just him wanting to be taken so seriously and stressing himself out so much that it sends him into heat. Jon who is just so out of touch with his body, not noticing till he’s holed up in his office after stealing Sasha’s scarf. Pressing the soft fabric against his face letting the Alpha’s scent wash over him.
Sasha the last to leave the office realizing her scarf is missing. Thinking she might have dropped it in Jon’s office she goes to check. Of course as soon as she opens the door a wave of pheromones hits her, and she can hear soft little whimpers.
Jon’s subvocals barely above a whisper as he’s clearly trying to keep quiet, asking over and over why he’s alone, isn’t he good? He can be so good just don’t leave him alone.
Sasha’s own subvocals answering immediately that’s she’s here, that she knows he’s so good. Finding Jon hidden under his desk her scarf wrapped around his hands as he presses it against his face, half trying to hide, half wanting to crawl into her arms.
Sasha pulling him into her lap, he’s so light and small, letting him tuck his face against her neck. It smells so much better than the secondhand scent from her scarf and he practically melts into her. Sasha holds him close stroking his hair as he continues to chirp that he can be so so good, and she rumbles back that he is good, so good for her, that’s she’s here and he doesn’t have to be alone.
Jon who is not yet the Archivist, just a lowly researcher, ending up on the wrong side of the lonely. Maybe he reads a Leitner, or just gets on the wrong side of someone, the how doesn’t really matter.
He doesn’t notice at first, he’s used to being ignored, unless someone wants something. He’s used to people letting doors swing in his face, or pretending not to hear when he asks to hold the elevator. Only he thought that he had made friends at the Instititute. Of course when he confronts his coworkers and they stare right through him, well that’s a bit odd. Maybe they’re playing a trick, but no nothing he does gets more of a reaction than a shiver.
Jon spending the next few weeks completely alone, he still gets his work done, pretends someone is talking to him even if their eyes slide right off. He feels cold, realizes he needs to wear a jacket inside now. He’s confused, because no one else seems to notice. He quickly forgets that as he realizes he’s fading. Staring in shock as he goes to grab a pen and his hand slides through the desk it rests on,
That’s when the terror hits, because what if he does just fade away? What if no one even notices? Was he really that forgettable? No one had even wondered where he went, showed up to his flat to check on him or even given him a call. Maybe that’s his fault, he did push people away, maybe this is just a natural consequence of his personality.
Jon just wants someone to see him, he’s just, he’s just so alone. He ends up breaking down once he makes it back to his flat, all the panic and fear he had been suppressing coming out at once. He’s going to die here, and no one is going to notice. He’s going to disappear just like the boy whose name he can’t remember.
Still he has to try something, other than just living his life, going to work and waiting to fade. So he heads out, the strangers he runs into don’t acknowledge him either, even when he grabs one of their arms and shakes its they just look confused before walking right past him. The panic is bubbling up again, he starts running, feeling pulled along almost, but well his current panic state doesn’t leave him thinking clearly.
He realizes he’s back at his job when he collides with someone solid. Jon stumbles back almost falling only to be caught by a hand grabbing his arm steadying him.
“Jon please look at where you’re going, this is not the welcome back I expected.” Jon freezes because he realizes he’s just run into Elias, who had caught him, stopped him from falling. Elias was looking at him that piercing gaze that sometimes felt like it could pierce his soul. Jon looked at his arm where Elias still held on, his touch feeling like fire after not having any human contact in weeks.
“You can see me?” Jon couldn’t help but latch onto Elias, his voice trembling. Jon breaking as he realizes Elias’s gaze doesn’t slide off him, is just as focused as always. Sobbing into Elias’s chest and if he hadn’t spent the past month supernaturally isolated, he would feel completely mortified.
Somehow they end up in Elias’s office where Jon finds himself giving a statement, for a moment when Jon describes his experiences he could swear Elias looked pleased, but it passed quickly and Jon decided he’d imagined it, or it was a mistake, he’s not the best at reading people.
Elias resting a hand on his shoulder once he’s done, he’s saying something but Jon can’t hear him. He he leans against him, starting to cry again. He just…he just wants to be held, because he’s not cold anymore. He hadn’t realized how cold he had been. Elias pulling him against his chest, muttering something about allowing it. Jon finally feeling like he’s stopped fading, like he’s solid again, and he can be embarrassed about practically sitting in his boss’s lap later. For now he just wants to be seen.
somuchbetterthanthat:
Gothic horror Jonelias, my beloved
The Monster is a normal man with a pleasant smile and sharp unsettling eyes that sees too much ; the Monster is a simple man that has kept himself safe for centuries and fed on terror to do so ; the Monster has chosen you, loves you, adores you, needs you to become as Monsterish, perhaps even more so than him, so that you can both be safe, together ; you walked in there with too much curiosity and the door is now locked behind you and although you will feel afraid, the Monster’s call is too beautiful in its horror to resist forever. You will learn to love him ; perhaps you already did ; if you cannot look at yourself in a mirror, it’s fine. He’ll behold you for all eternity instead, as you gorge yourselves in the world you’ve made, together.
(Also, Jon is a long white victorian nightgown, y'know.)