Series: The Magnus Archives Pairing: Elias Bouchard/Jonathan Sims Summary: “Statement of Jonathan Sims regarding a tome that… appears to transmogrify humans to have catlike features. Statement given direct from subje—Ow,” Jon glares, trying to ignore the unintentional way he feels his newfound tail swish to reflect his annoyance, ears flattening. Elias’s normally well-manicured nails have elongated to claws, and currently one was digging through the thin fabric of his skirt and into his thigh.
“Oops,” Elias says, infuriatingly blasé. Jon hesitates another moment, before sighing and leaving the tape recorder going. If the topic ceased being important, surely it would turn itself off.
“You could at least pretend you didn’t do this on purpose.”
for day 5 - alternate universe Notes/Warnings: Catboy Leitner, Seduction to the Dark Side, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Asexual Character, Demisexual Jon, Nonbinary Jon, Intercrural Sex, Misuse of Beholding Powers, mild bloodplay
this is the self indulgent fic i gifted to myself this week and by virtue of that very little set up for this AU dynamic. i just wanted to use the day five prompts for catboys and was encouraged. thank you theo for suggesting specifically catboy leitners.
also jon’s gender identity is not super elaborated on here, but he has been experimenting with presentation and finding comfort in some more typically ‘feminine’ clothing, but hasn’t given much thought to pronouns or labels beyond it yet. he just realized after hiding out at georgie’s and needing to borrow her clothes again that wow skirts are nice and he deserves to feel good about that after everything that’s happened. if i ever play around in this universe again, the progression may develop, but for now. here we go!
“Statement of Jonathan Sims regarding a tome that… appears to transmogrify humans to have catlike features. Statement given direct from subje—Ow,” Jon glares, trying to ignore the unintentional way he feels his newfound tail swish to reflect his annoyance, ears flattening. Elias’s normally well-manicured nails have elongated to claws, and currently one was digging through the thin fabric of his skirt and into his thigh.
“Oops,” Elias says, infuriatingly blasé. Jon hesitates another moment, before sighing and leaving the tape recorder going. If the topic ceased being important, surely it would turn itself off.
“You could at least pretend you didn’t do this on purpose.”
Elias makes a noise implying he’s listening, but doesn’t do much else besides repeat that same flexing of claws and Jon hates the hiss that leaves his mouth. It’s unnatural, and for that reason it catches Elias’s attention, an upturn to the corner of his already smiling mouth, which Jon recognizes as the man holding back laughter.
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."
A bit late, but another Jonelias one from me! And guess what, I learned how to blend in digital!! I’m really excited with how this turned out, especially since my reference photo had a whopping big chair right in the middle (coving Elias’s right leg I might add). I’m still not really super confident on the proportions of things without tracing the lines yet but it’s definitely a step forward.
Test taken from:
Case #0170908
Statement of Elias Bouchard, regarding the dreams of Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, currently unresponsive. Details pulled directly from subject.
it’s really aggravating how no matter what ends up happening in the podcast the jonelias shippers WILL feast like bro come on you cant cheat the system like that get back in the emotional torture fun time wagon with all of us
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.
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.
