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.
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.”
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.
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.
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!
hey guys just wanted to say thank you all for a great week full of great content!
don’t forget that there is also some art on twitter and way more fanfic on ao3 that didn’t get posted here. also if you are still working on stuff you didn’t get finished on time please feel free to post it in the tag whenever you do get it done and i will try to still check it at least every couple days.
i’m gonna go back to reblogging other jonelias content soon and plan on keeping the blog at least semi-active even though the week is over but you can also follow @bastard-men-prefer-jon and @jon-elias for even more jonelias content! 💜
