Short little jonelias drabble I wrote at like 4am
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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.
His lips are soft and wet and perfect.
Jon hates it.
The Archivist loves everything about it.
And he’s not been Jon for a very long time.
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A Little Game of Cat and Mouse - Chapter 1 - Paptato - The Magnus Archives (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]
By @paptato on both ao3 and Tumblr!!
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!!
I can never decide if I think Elias Bouchard has blonde hair or black hair
I feel like he gives off blonde twink vibes, but cause he’s Old™️, I feel like he’d appreciate the aesthetics of slicked black hair
And in the distance, thunder
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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.”
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Okay, now I’m thinking the undercover boss thing could be a good fic. Lmao cause it’s an excuse for Elias to be around Jon 24/7 and everyone else is like “hmm this new guy is a bit weird, but I guess he’s not bad?” And everyone’s sort of chill with him when he’s not being an obvious bad person, everyone that is, except for Martin.
You already know Martin would HATE him and not even know why. And Jon would be keeping Elias near him at all times to make sure he doesn’t sabotage anything or anyone, but this just makes Martin ridiculously jealous.
LMAO imagine Elias making himself and Jon some tea and Martin is like “Jon, I made te-“ and sees Elias smirking 😂😂
“there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back”
(630 words, Jon/Elias, JonMartin)
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Not everything worked out the way he planned it to, but Elias rarely found himself disappointed in the outcome of his actions.
He sat in his throne with a genuine smile for the first time in decades. He hardly had to try to See the ruined world outside. Even from his seat he could hear the wind howling and the people screaming. It was a beautifully cacophonous sound of agony and misery. Just thinking about it sends a pleasant shiver down his body.
But now, his Sight was set on watching something far more entertaining.
Jon and his little assistant sitting in their little cabin trying to ignore the chaos surrounding them. They think they’re safe here, but Elias knows better and he’s almost disappointed that Jon can’t tell. That Jon refuses to let himself Know the danger he’s in.
He just needs a nudge in the right direction.
Elias decides he can be that for him.
It starts off like an itch and progresses slowly into a feeling nearly impossible to ignore. He knows Jon can feel him inside his mind and the knowledge comforts him.
“Hello, Jon.”
It’s a few simple words, but the small gasp Jon takes is beautiful. His thoughts are racing and Elias is very glad his little protégé never learned to close off his mind.
“H-how are you doing this?”
It’s horribly fitting that the first words Jon says to him in weeks are in a question. He’s always chasing his need to Know and that’s exactly why Elias chose him for this role. Jonathan Sims was practically born to be his Archivist.
“It’s another gift from our shared benefactor, isn’t it lovely?”
It is, it really is. Elias can feel the appreciation and awe Jon still has regarding their god. No matter what Elias does, a part of Jon will always accept him into his life. He Knows Elias is his way down the path of knowledge. He wants to be closer to The Eye, he wants to absorb all the horrible things that come with worshipping such a being.
“What do you want from me?”
“Oh, Jon.” Elias mummers fondly. “I want everything.”
A knock echoes around Jon’s room, breaking the quiet intensity the room held before. Jon flinches hard at the sound and Elias sees flashes of Mr Spider’s book go through his mind and feels the shiver that runs down Jon’s back as a result. Martin should really know Jon better by now.
“I’ll be a thought away if you want to continue our little conversation, Jon.”
“I don’t-” Another knock against the door inspires an entire wave of annoyance from Jon and Elias takes it as his que to slip out of his mind. He continues watching for a few minutes as Jon gathers his nerves and faces the door.
“What is it, Martin?” His tone is short and quick and sounds far too much like the old Jon. Martin flinches from behind the door and Elias smiles. Martin truly is the only obstacle left and even now, Jon is beginning to push him away. By the time he’s in Elias’ arms he will have no one to blame but himself for ending up there.
“I’ve made tea, if you want some that is.”
“No, I’m okay, Martin.”
‘Oh, uh- yeah, right, okay.”
Elias recognises the look in Jon’s eyes. He doesn’t even have to Know to understand what’s running through his Archivist’s mind. There’s a new statement lying on his desk and he’s starving. They both know that once the statements run out, so does Jon’s patience. You can’t let a monster starve, afterall, imagine the consequences. No, Jon won’t let himself starve. He’ll find his way to Elias. Where he belongs.
“Statement of Jonathan Sims, The Archivist…”
Out of Sight
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For #JoneliasWeek2020 Day 6. Beholding
Read on AO3 here
I am vast, but not Vast. I am lonely but not Lonely. I corrupt but am not the Corruption. I leave destruction in my wake, but am not the Desolation, nor the Slaughter. I hunt but am not the Hunt. I have 13 brethren and yet they are me and I am them. I am that which watches and knows and sees all. I am secrets and fear. I am It-knows-you and I am the Ceaseless Watcher. I am the Eye to some and the Beholding to others.
I watch.
I watch all.
I watch what is mine most carefully of all.
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Peter : What do we need a mattress for?
Elias : What do you mean what do we need a mattress for? Why in the hell do you think we just spent all that money on a boat? The whole purpose of buying the boat in the first place was to get Jon nice and tipsy topside so we can take him to a nice comfortable place below deck and, you know, he can’t refuse, because of the implication.
Peter : Oh, uh… okay. You had me going there for the first part, the second half kinda threw me.
Elias : Well dude, dude, think about it: he’s out in the middle of nowhere with some dude he barely knows. You know, he looks around and what does he see? Nothin’ but open ocean. “Ahh, there’s nowhere for me to run. What am I gonna do, say ‘no’?”
Peter : Okay. That… that seems really dark.
Elias : Nah, no it’s not dark. You’re misunderstanding me, bro.
Peter : I’m-I think I am.
Elias : Yeah, you are, because if Jon said “no” then the answer obviously is “no”…
Peter : No, right.
Elias : But the thing is Jon’s not gonna say “no”, he would never say “no” because of the implication.
Peter : …Now you’ve said that word “implication” a couple of times. Wha-what implication?
Elias : The implication that things might go wrong for him if he refuses to sleep with me. Now, not that things are gonna go wrong for him but he’s thinkin’ that they will.
Peter: But it sounds like he doesn’t wanna have sex with you…
Elias : Why aren’t you understanding this? he doesn’t know if he wants to have sex with me. That’s not the issue…
Peter: Are you gonna hurt Jon?
Elias : I’m not gonna hurt Jon! Why would I ever hurt Jon? I feel like you’re not getting this at all!
Peter : I’m not getting it.
Elias: Goddamn
