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Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating:
Explicit
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist
Characters:
Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood
Additional Tags:
Consent Issues, Angst, Sexual Fantasy, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Dream Sex, Pre-The Unknowing (The Magnus Archives)
Series:
Part 9 of twitter thread fics but better
Summary:
Jon had slumped back into his chair with a groan. He dug his fingers into his temples—right then. This was just his life now, he supposed. Couldn’t have enough on his plate with the killer clowns, no, let’s project—people’s sexual fantasies into his brain too.
—
As the Unknowing looms closer, Jon’s powers develop.
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating:
Explicit
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist
Characters:
Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood
Additional Tags:
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Subvocals, Simulated Knotting, Biting, Canon Asexual Character, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Vaginal Fisting
Series:
Part 10 of twitter thread fics but better
Summary:
“It would have helped. I- We could have helped,” Martin insisted, “if you asked.”
Jon made a dismissive noise in the back of his throat—which Martin had been expecting—but then his subvocals perked up with a singular, curious oh?
Which he had not been expecting at all.
Martin blinked. He had to take a moment to let his mind reel and attempt to reorient his entire worldview, because there had not previously existed a reality in which Jonathan Sims—the prickly Head Archivist, the man who looked down upon the concept of pesky things like feelings and emotions and said no thank you—might have had the slightest inclination to spend his rut with his assistants.
