2021-07-26 9:55:39 ¶ ● ⬈

## Nocturne; for Jonah Magnus Week 2021

transdandy:

> Hello! I wanted to write something for Jonah Magnus Week 2021 and managed to squeeze something out on the very last day. Oops?

> Nocturne takes place in the To Ensure You Own Happiness-verse – another fic of mine that might or might not put this piece into context. I’m honestly just kind of playing around in the space at this point.

> Read on ao3.

2021-07-26 9:56:33 ¶ ● ⬈

nonbinaryeye:

> # No need to mourn me for my death could as well be the end of the world

> Written for @jonahmagnusweek

> Day 7 - Legacy

> Why would a man care about immortality of his name when he himself is no longer alive to see his fame?

> Read on AO3

> …

> Jonah Magnus was sitting in the dim light of the candles behind the desk in his office. It has been few a years since the Magnus Institute got connected to the electricity grid of London; however even as electricity has been becoming a norm in growing number of buildings the reliability has barely improved.

> There has been something almost calming about the gentle shine on top of the candlestick. It reminds him off his beginnings when he would spent long nights studying, trying to understand all the rules of the world around him and find a way to break them. Sometimes he hasn’t even noticed when exactly the candle burned out and was replaced by the daylight.

> He smiles and as a force of a habit reaches to fondly stroke the skull sitting on his table. Barnabas always used to scold him for the lack of rest… On its way his hand shuffles some papers lying in the way… Ah, yes, an unfinished letter from another deceased acquaintance he used to call a friend long time ago.

> Keep reading

2021-07-26 9:57:48 ¶ ● ⬈

infinity-and-luck:

> Crowned by an overture bold and beyond || Day 7: Legacy

> (AO3 link in replies)

> Mortality had been weighing heavily on him for the past two decades. It nestled deep into his joints and mind, reminding him every time he stood up or sat down, every time he walked up the stairs to his Institute, that his time was coming to an end. And it terrified him. Had terrified him for years. And now it seemed to creep nearer every day, coming one step closer, ready to rear its head around every corner.

> Mortality was the shackles that bound him in eternal fear and made him just as much a victim as every other half-witted fool whose story he’d collected for his archives. And he knew this; loathed it, that even with the gifts of his patron, he was no better than anyone else.

> Keep reading

2021-07-26 10:00:13 ¶ ● ⬈

literatehiss:

> # What you Leave Behind

> Written for Day 7 of Jonah Magnus Week

> Prompt: Legacy & Obsession

> Jonah muses on what will remain when he dies.
> Read on AO3 here
> He was young.

> It was long before he had devoted himself to The Ceaseless Watcher, long before he had lost so many of his friends.

> He was young and happy and he had just set up his Institute and he wondered what he would leave behind.

> Keep reading