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second batch of character portraits for the fic This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me by @late-to-the-magnus-archives! wonderful, wonderful fic. i am cradling it in my hands.
Elias gently guiding Jon through the process of giving a blowjob, holding his hair and moving his head for him, praising him whenever he remembers to swallow or take Elias in an extra inch. And something about his stern, steady, loving presence somehow reminds Jon of having a father (even though he really doesn’t have any actual experience to compare it to, and isn’t it such a strange thought to be having? No father should ever be doing this to their son…), but he feels so warm and content because he’s doing a good job. Elias is so pleased with him. So proud. And Elias pulls out so he can tilt Jon’s head up, admire his swollen lips and glassy eyes while he finishes himself off, and then Jon looks up at him and whimpers and says “dad- dad please…” and Elias swears and cums across his face.
Btw in my heart past Jon falls into the beholding WAY faster than in canon. And maybe even More into it or at least more before fearpocalypse comes around. Does he have a corruption arc? Who knows. But he’s definitely getting way less human way faster. Elias is thrilled. Future Jon not so much. Elias is so proud of his archivist, tearing into any new information with such gusto it reminds him of himself at his age. So eager to learn to be stronger to be safe…so desperate to Know and Understand and Learn. The first time he compels him or tries to he’s so proud of him he can’t hold back a real smile. His archivist growing so fast. Hfmfbfkfj. Explodes forever
“You’re growing so fast, you know that? I wasn’t half as eager as you were about this.”
“I’m not *eager*, I’m doing what I have to, Elias. There’s nothing more to it.”
Elias smiles fondly. “You don’t need to lie to me, Jon. It’s completely alright. I was worried about how you’d react, honestly.” His hand is a comforting weight on his shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to be safer, or needing to understand what’s happening to you. If anything, being willing to do anything to achieve that is admirable. You accepting that is nothing but a good thing.”
Jon looks unsure, but he can tell the praise warms him even so.
“And besides, Jon.” His hand runs down to the eye. “You look beautiful.”