helllloooo it's @incessant-visions . baffling au thought but I had to exercise it somehow
transmasc Jon at all girls school. perhaps it is even Christian. Elias could be one of his teachers, but like. he's the cool teacher that everyone thinks is probably gay and who is DEFINITELY not christian. the teacher you have a cry to about shit and then get to sit out of class. Jon has a massive puppy crush on him, goes to sixth form there solely because he wants to stay around Elias. and well. I do not think Elias is entirely ignorant
anyway that's the whole thought. whatever. I don't know where my brain was going with this
@incessant-visions
Okay I’ve been turning this in my head here this is what I’ve got hope you enjoy this mess, I lost the prompt at times, but I am me so it was expected. Also love Elias knowing the whole time just waiting to see if Jon says anything. Why is he teaching? Who knows maybe he decided he needed to get his Archivist another way, or something I’m not here for logistics, I’m here for the implications. Also Elias being Jon’s only support is my jam and I will never not love it.
“Shouldn’t you be out there celebrating with your…classmates?” Jon didn’t bother to look up from his book, as Mr. Bouchard spoke. Jon had gotten used to spending most of his time not in class in his classroom, sometimes he even skipped other classes, and he would be allowed to sit in his office and work on homework. Even if classes were almost done going anywhere near his fellows was not something he planned on doing.
Jon didn’t have many friends, or any friends his age at all at his school. He was the weird kid, even before he had realized that well, he wasn’t actually a girl. Not that he had told any of his classmates, he did not want it getting back to his grandmother. No, he had planned to simply not tell anyone until he had graduated and moved to anywhere that wasn’t here.
Well at least he hadn’t planned to tell anyone until Mr. Bouchard, had caught him crying. He hadn’t meant to tell him anything but well, somehow he had ended up confessing everything. Part of him had expected to be reported, or worse, that his grandmother would be notified. Only instead he had understood, asked him what he actually wanted to be called. Offered him a safe place to hide, for the last year and a half of school. This of course had done nothing to tamp down the tiny crush he had been hiding, and getting to know him had only stoked it further. Of course he didn’t share that fact, he didn’t want to be laughed at.
“I think I’m fine right here, thank you Mr. Bouchard,” He could see the shadow of his teacher on the pages, standing in front of his desk. He could picture the slightly exasperated look he sometimes got when he thought Jon was being stubborn about something. Slightly exasperated was probably the nicest reaction Jon ever received to his innate stubbornness, others took far more offense.
“I think as term is over and you have somehow managed to pass you classes, despite only attending a handful,” Jon couldn’t help but giggle at the dry tone, Elias sense of humor had always amused him. As he went to turn the page but found the book sliding out of his hands pulled away and set aside. Jon went to protest but froze as Elias put a firm hand on his shoulder squeezing it gently, making him look up. His teacher was closer than he had thought, barely a step away, it made his breath hitch. “I am no longer your teacher and you can call me Elias, Jonathan.”
“O-okay,” Jon was relieved his voice didn’t squeak even higher than it already was. Jon was never sure if Mr. Bou-Elias had ever picked up on his feelings, he had did his best to hide them, but well Elias was very observant. The type of teacher where you didn’t even think about cheating because he would know. “Y-you can call me Jon then, if you want I mean.”
“Of course Jon,” Elias let go of his shoulder and Jon didn’t know whether to be grateful for that fact or not. Jon already spent way to much time thinking about his, now former teacher in inappropriate ways, his brain did not need the encouragement of simple friendly touches. “Excited to be out of this place?”
“I suppose,” Jon was happy to be leaving for the most part, except he would no longer see Elias. Which he did know that would be a ridiculous reason to stay, he had already stayed an extra year because well Elias made him feel safe, and that had been pushing it. It had made sense a little bit, he already knew who to avoid, better than transferring for just a year before University. “I’m just…I don’t know a bit scared?”
“Change is often frightening,” Elias hummed in agreement his hand twitching toward Jon as though he was going to maybe touch Jon, before quickly returning to his side. Jon pushed the thoughts that conjured out of his mind quickly. He was saved from further awkwardness by the chime signaling then end of the day. Still Jon hesitated to gather his things and leave, he would probably not see Elias again, at least one on one like this.
“I should go,” Jon did not make any move to act on those words. His thoughts were swirling, Elias had said himself that he wasn’t his teacher anymore, so Jon could say something. He bit his lip, what if Elias laughed at him though, or worse? Jon hated not knowing how people would react, but Jon had no reference to how he would react to his former student, by less than a few minutes, confessing something. So Jon pushed the instinct down, finally grabbing his book, and going to stand, only to almost bump into Elias with how close he was standing, now between him and the door, saved from falling by Elias grabbing his shoulder again.
“My apologies Jon,” Elias didn’t seem all that sorry, but maybe Jon just wasn’t reading him right. He let Jon go after a few seconds pause that seemed like an eternity to him. Only instead of his hand returning to his side it instead rose to Jon’s cheek to tilt his face up slightly. It was the only warning he had before Elias pressed his lips to his. Jon stepped back in surprise, bumping into the desk behind him, blocking any sort of retreat, as he pulled his mouth away.
Part of Jon knew this was wrong, even on the technicality that the year was over. Even if Jon was an adult by most standards now, and even if Jon had imagined this, and other very similar scenarios for the last year and a half. Jon’s mind was racing, his mouth opened and closed feeling warm from where Elias’s lips had been a moment before. It didn’t help that a large chunk of his brain was currently taking a victory lap, at the thought that someone actually wanted him, ignoring any and all elephants in the room.
“Sorry did I startle you, this is what you wanted was it not?” Jon could hear amusement in Elias’s voice as he leaned close, breath ghosting against his ear. The feeling made Jon shiver letting out the tiniest embarrassed squeak as Elias’s arm curled around his waist. If Jon couldn’t think of what to say before the feeling of lips against his neck were not helping with his ability to vocalize anything other than tiny gasps. After a few moments Elias pulled away again, leaving him gasping, trying to grab a coherent thought. “Or perhaps I was wrong.”
Elias stepped back releasing him completely stepping out of the way, so he no longer blocked Jon’s escape. The implication was for once quite clear to Jon. Sure Jon’s legs were currently doing their best impression of jello, but he could technically leave if he wanted to. Only did he want to? He should, this was wrong, only hadn’t this been what he wanted? Why he had stayed?
“Well?” Elias asked, clearly expecting Jon to say something, even if Jon couldn’t seem to get his tongue to properly cooperate, a slight frown on his face. Jon supposed fleeing now would be an answer, even if the thought of doing so made him feel wrong. Did he want to flee? He should, leave right now to start the rest of his life and forget this ever happened. Steeling himself he carefully set the book he was somehow still holding aside, using the action to gather his thoughts. considering it may be his last chance to stop this whole thing before it starts, that he should stop it. Only Jon was so very bad at doing what he should do according to everyone who had ever met him.
“Y-you weren’t wrong,” Jon tried to keep his voice level wincing at the trembling quality, but really he should just be happy he had managed a full sentence in his current state. Elias’s frown smoothed away into a pleased smile, and Jon felt a little flutter in his heart at the thought that he had pleased Elias. As he was pinned against the desk once more Elias’s kiss much more heated this time, Jon let his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of finally being wanted.
do you think jon ever develops a kidnapping kink? his fucked up brain gets so exited because someone decided to kidnap him
Au where Jon gets kidnapped a few extra times for fun, enjoy Jon’s fucked up kidnapping kink go brrr. More of a short thing, might write more of this idea later.
At first Jon had found getting kidnapped terrifying, which was he supposed the correct response to such an event. However sheer terror could only last so long, and after the first time, well subsequent kidnappings did seem to lead to more moderated terror. Oh sure he was still scared, seemed he was always scared no matter the situation, one of the perks of him employment, but well when terror wasn’t crowding all other emotions out his brain did drift to more inventive thoughts.
It was just, it was flattering? That someone decided they wanted to abduct him, of all people? Sure it was mostly due to his whole Archivist thing, probably, but that didn’t stop the little trickle of warmth that he was doing his best to ignore. Or how his heart fluttered a bit at whatever form of restraint that his latest captor chose for him. Of course those feelings were also followed by a heavy dose of shame, because really. It only made sense then to make an effort at shoving those thoughts aside, only it was hard to keep them shoved aside when he was alone with those thoughts quite often. So like a loose tooth his thoughts couldn’t help but turn that way between the bouts of mortal terror. Eventually even the mortal terror didn’t really chase those thoughts away anymore. Soon he had to make an effort to keep from squirming in something other than terror, nit sure he’s survive such a revelation by his various captors.
Of course verbalizing these thoughts was not something he was going to do. None of these feelings meant anything, he repeated to himself. Even if the first thing he did once he was no longer a captive was to seek out a bit of privacy so he could finally relieve the heat between his legs. Usually he could keep himself together enough to make it back to the privacy of his home. Where at least know one could know how wet he was as he brought himself off thinking about being tied to a chair because someone wanted him.
No, he would take care of his shame in private thank you very much.
ugh i am back, i love the timjon so much, and i am dumping it all here, (sorry) but like jon working overtime on a friday, and tim practically dragging jon out of the institute because there is no way he is letting elias keep jon over the weekend, tim is sooo petty, he takes/forces jon with him home, perhaps even mid statement and everything, possessive tim go brrrrr
Once more weird AU where Elias is still at the institute season 4, and Jon is still basically homeless because of course no one thought Mr. Coma would need a house, but it’s fine Tim is here. Also communication is not their strong suit. I hope this is good I don’t know what I’m writing anymore. (Also never apologize for sending things lovely anon I love these dumb idiots so much.)
“So are we planning to stay here all weekend again?” Jon didn’t bother to glance at Tim, sprawled out across the couch he had insisted on dragging into Jon’s office. If Jon insisted on still working in his office like this was a real job, Tim would at least be comfortable. Tim had ignored Jon’s suggestion that he didn’t need to constantly be in his office, that was crazy talk. “Or can we go home?”
Tim watched Jon for a moment as he he shuffled through the papers on his desk, picking up one set, glancing at the top page, setting it aside. Picking up another only to immediately crinkle his nose in disgust and placing it on the far side of his desk, grumbling under his breath about time wasters. Tim wondered if the whole ritual could be comparable of going through a fridge when you’re hungry but not sure what you want. Tim couldn’t help but needle Jon a bit, joking about the horror of their respective situations was a perfectly valid coping mechanism in his opinion. “What that one not to your taste?”
“It’s fake,” Jon said with the same tone one might use when discarding rotten food. Tim couldn’t help being a bit curious, leveraging himself off the couch to take a look, but a glance few the first few lines of what was clearly someone’s creative writing project did not hold his attention long.
“Okay but you didn’t answer my first question,” He tossed the papers aside, not really caring as they scattered across the floor, and ignoring Jon’s pointed look as he leaned over the desk placing a hand over the sheaf of papers Jon had just picked up pinning them to the table. He was careful to keep his hands suitably cool and not on fire, not in the mood to actually upset Jon by torching one of his meals.
“Considering my current living situation, what other option do you think I have?” Tim didn’t flinch as Jon snapped at him before trying to busy himself with work again. Halfheartedly attempting to free the papers pinned by Tim’s hand before giving up with a sigh, crossing his arms across his chest, clearly attempting to look stern, but looking more like he was pouting. “I don’t have a flat anymore-”
“Well you’re coming to mine of course,” Tim interrupted, wondering where the communication lines had gotten crossed already. It only made sense to him. Okay so maybe he hadn’t thought to actually ask Jon if he wanted to stay with him, but it would keep him safe and unharmed. Well relatively unharmed, Tim amended the thought with a swift glance at the burn marks on the desk. He had figured Jon’s whole staying in the Archives was temporary, Jon being Jon, not a permanent thing.
“Oh,” Jon blinked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, as though the thought had not occurred to him. Tim had forgotten with tho whole all knowing bit that he could sometimes be a bit oblivious. “I-I can’t impose like that on you, besides Elias did mention that leaving the Institute would be-Tim!”
“Shit, sorry” Pulling his hand back quickly Tim was relieved to see that he had only singed the paper slightly. He hadn’t mean to lose control, and he wasn’t even sure if it was anger at whoever had managed to so thoroughly crush Jon’s self worth, ignoring the guilt at how he was likely not completely innocent at Jon’s self esteem issues himself, or if it was just the mention of Elias. Taking a deep breath Tim tried to relax, shoving the want to punch Elias in his smug face back into the corner of his mind, he decided it was a combination. He had almost managed to cool off when the phone on Jon’s desk rang, and Tim didn’t exactly need three guesses to know who it was. Snatching the phone before Jon could, Tim ignored the scent of burned plastic as he put the phone to his ear, “You’ve reached the Archives, Fuck off.”
“Hardly appropriate language for work Tim, I was calling to talk to my Archivist,” The casual possessive tone he used when talking about Jon made him want to burn his tongue right out of his posh head. As always he wished he could set Elias on fire through the phone, or just go up there and do so in person, and once more he reminded himself that it would be potentially fatal to everyone in the building, still a nice daydream.
“He’s busy,” Tim ignored Jon’s attempts to grab the phone, keeping it out of his reach easily enough.
“I see,” Killing Elias would cause more problems than it would solve, Tim repeated in his head, a few times, just as a reminder. No matter how much it would make Tim feel better. “Well then if you could just pass along the reminder that he is welcome to continue to stay in the Institute where he is sa-”
“Oh sorry you’re breaking up, can’t hear you,” Tim could feel the cheap plastic burning away as the phone ceased to function. It may have been very petty but the garbled annoyed tone he caught from Elias before the phone fully gave up was worth it. As was Jon’s small chuckle even if he attempted to muffle it and feigning disapproval. Tim let the mess of plastic drip into the waste bin, “Well now you can’t stay here, melting plastic fumes can’t be good for the lungs.”
“Putting aside the fact that breathing is rather optional these days, as I said before I couldn’t impose, it’s fine I’m fine, you can go.” Said by someone who clearly wasn’t fine. Jon clearly thinking the conversation was over tapped the singed papers into a proper stack as he cleared his throat. Tim heard the standard click of a recorder starting and Jon’s voice dropped into the cadence it always took when reading a statement, static bubbling up. Completely oblivious to the world as the statement took hold.
Tim definitely wasn’t going to leave Jon here now, alone. Not with how much he had sounded like a kicked puppy behind forced professionalism, and not with Elias still in the building. Was that a bit possessive of him? Sure, but Jon was his. Tim knew from prior experience trying to stop Jon reading, short of something drastic like torching the paper wouldn’t interrupt him, well that worked for him didn’t it? Jon’s cadence didn’t falter as Tim carefully lifted him into his arms, his only movement was to keep the paper in front of his eyes, oblivious to the world.
“Let’s get you home.”
