Jon is overflowing with pride as Elias congratulates him on his promotion to Head Archivist with a firm handshake. Elias is so… knowledgeable, elegant, composed, clever, handsome… Jon has wanted to impress him for - how long has it been since he admitted it, even to himself?
Elias smiles and gets closer, chastely kissing Jon’s lips. It’s embarrassing and rewarding and soft and exactly what he wanted. Jon yelps.
Fortunately, Elias doesn’t seem offended. “Don’t tell anyone.” he winks.“It’s not the reason you got the job. But people would imagine."
Re-listening to early seasons just to hear Elias being so casually evil without anyone noticing 😂 he keeps saying such vaguely weird things and it’s great.
Lmao, I was writing a jonelias fic and I wrote Will’s name instead of Jon 😂😂 I cant stop thinking about the Hannibal parallels now. Guess it’s time for a break.
Yes, im totally trying to force the idea of Elias having a big terrarium in his office with huge yellow snake. He puts a mouse inside it and w a t c h e s.
Jon is on his third day of no sleep when he finds himself in Elias’s office, shouting “Why won’t you just tell me,” for what must be the hundredth time, even though he knows it’s useless, despair and exhaustion a bitter tinge at the back of his throat.
Elias looks at him for a long moment, sighs, and starts tugging his tie loose.
“Uh,” Jon says, blinking. “What are you doing?”
“You’re overwrought,” Elias says, totally calm, laying the tie out on the desk and continuing on to his cufflinks. “And you haven’t slept. It happens.”
“Uh,” Jon says with some urgency as Elias drops the cufflinks in a desk drawer and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Uh, I–I–I’m not, uh, I don’t–”
“Obviously,” Elias says smoothly. “That’s not what this is about, Jon. Get your shirt off, please.”
Jon blinks, and abruptly knows what is about to happen. Elias is going to bend him over the desk and beat him savagely until Jon’s brain goes quiet, unable to hold much more than simple physical sensation. Then Elias is going to tie Jon to the radiator with his own jumper and do some paperwork while Jon finishes shuddering and weeping with pain, caught and helpless under the gaze of their patron, like a moth pinned to a card. He doesn’t intend to touch Jon at all, but he is confident that in forty minutes Jon will be steadied, calm, perfectly capable of a good night’s sleep. Useful again.
By this point Elias is stripped to his undershirt, and neatly folds his shirt over the edge of his chair. He slides off his belt, thumbing the buckle consideringly. “Well?” he says, perfectly polite.
Jon swallows hard, and fumbles at his jumper, heart beating so fast he’s almost dizzy already.
on a sliding scale between “liking any villain character is morally wrong because that means you approve of the bad things they do” and “i thirstpost for every sexyman twink villain” how rationally can you interact with media
