A sickening crunch is heard and Jon doesn’t even have to see the blood pouring down his face to Know Elias’ nose is broken. The confusion and anger in his eyes would be comical if Jon wasn’t wishing he could do more than break a simple bone on the man.
He knows Elias is still the Heart of the institute and his death would mean everyone else’s deaths too. It’s honestly not worth it. It’s selfish, he knows, but he wants to save them this time.
Tim is pulling him back and shouting something, but Jon doesn’t bother to listen. He has to make sure Elias knows he’s not in control anymore. He pours images of his ruined world into Elias’ mind and relishes in the nearly imperceptible widening of his eyes.
Green eyes staring at him in horror and excitement.
“Jon, can we talk?” The words are just shy of professional, the blood still pouring down his face really makes his words hard to take seriously, but Jon nods regardless. Elias motions for the three gawking assistants to leave. Jon can’t keep the smirk from his face even as he watches his co-workers staring in confusion.
“Uh, double boss, are you sure you’re okay with being alone in a room with him right now?” Oh, poor wonderful Tim. He’s so protective of a monster. Not that he knows the truth about anything, but it’s almost sad to watch.
“I’m more than capable of handling myself, Tim. Thank you for worrying, but I’d like you all to get back to work please.” Tim hesitates and keeps trying to say something else, but never finds the words. He just pulls along Sasha, Not-Sasha Jon notes, and Martin along and with one last glance at their two bosses, they’re gone.
“So,” Elias asks carefully. His eyes give away the excitement building in his chest and Jon doesn’t bother even reading his mind when his body language is already screaming at him. “Care to explain the situation, Jonathan?”
He hums as he stares at Elias. As he stares at Jonah. As he stares at himself through the man’s eyes.
“I don’t go by Jonathan anymore.” Curious eyes watch him as if trying to predict his next words, but they both know it’s futile.
“What would you prefer I call you then?” Elias calmly asks, his thoughts the only thing betraying his cool exterior.
“The Archivist is preferable.” The sheer excitement that filled Elias in that moment overflowed the room. Waves upon waves of joy, of excitement, of fear, covering every inch available.
“What happened to you, Archivist?” The words are spoken in a breathless whisper and The Archivist wishes killing the man in front of him was still on the table. He hates how much Elias gets off on everything he does as he practically worships him. He hates that he enjoys it.
“You did.” He allows the eyes, all the same shade of green as Elias’, as their Gods’, open at once and takes a deep breath at the knowledge that instantly flows through him. The door in his mind gets washed away after each wave crashes through it. It’s exhilarating.
Elias is looking at him like he’s just as beautiful as their God and the sheer amount of love and loyalty he feels from Elias is mind numbing. He crosses the distance between them quickly and pulls Elias’ face towards his.
Jon goes back in time to stop the Apocalypse from happening and then somewhere along the way realizes he can’t stop it, but he can control the way it happens. He will always be the cause for the end of all things, so might as well embrace it.
Elias finally found his Archivist and he’s not likely to share what belongs to him. Martin is jealous that Jon is spending so much time with Elias, but he also knows it is hardly his place to do or say anything about it. Jon’s not his and he can make his own decisions. Even if they’re horrible decisions.
Friendly reminder that The Magnus Archives does not have major character descriptions so you could inadvertently be cosplaying Elias right now and you wouldn’t even know
Is there anyone who HASN’T read this JonElias fic yet? Cause if not, you absolutely should.
It’s 6/? chapters and 24,422 words of absolutely amazing writing. It’s a time travel fic where Jon goes back in time to kill Jonah Magnus, but for some reason, *cough* spiders *cough*, he can’t seem to finish the job.
It’s hilarious and seeing Jonah get so jealous of Jon being nice to everyone other than him is a wonderful touch. I’m currently about to re-read this fic cause it’s definitely one of my favorites right now!!
Have some soft Jonelias for Jonelias week. Just some fluffy pre-apocalypse discussions of the world they want to make together.
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“I know you’re not asleep, Jon,” Elias says into the dark of his room. Darkness has never agreed with him well, he prefers to be able to see what’s coming, but he must admit Jon strikes a particularly fetching lump curled beneath the blankets, a pillow crushed tight against his chest like a child might hold a teddy bear. And it’s not like Elias needs to be able to see what’s coming now. Not tonight.
“As if I could sleep,” Jon mumbles, curling tighter into himself as if he could deny the truth of it. The sleeplessness. His body. This world.
“I thought one last stroll beneath the Eye would suit you. Something familiar before it all goes—” Elias makes a fluttering gesture with his hand that would be obscured by the dark of his room, even if Jon had been turned to face him, but in spite of that he is sure that Jon saw and understood. The certainty of it rests warm in the bottom of his chest like a good wine.
“Will I not dream?” Jon asks. There’s no compulsion to the question, just a tight line of anxiety that has Elias’ hand drifting over and smoothing across Jon’s forehead calmingly. Brushing his bangs aside over and over again like a child.
“I don’t know,” Elias answers. “No one knows. No one has ever done what we will do, ever in the history of mankind. Everything we experience will be a discovery.”
“You make it sound beautiful,” Jon murmurs and Elias feels him press back a bit against the palm of his hand. “I should know better than to trust in beautiful things.”
[walks up to a couple] so which one of you is the lynchpin of the new ritual that will bring about the end of the world and which one of you is the megalomaniac that’s been planning this ritual for over 200 years in your attempt to achieve immortality and power?
I can’t get the thought of Jon enjoying the end of the world out of my mind. As an avatar for The Eye, he has to be getting some kind of sick satisfaction from all of this.
