Nothing but to Wait
personalmephistopheles:
Rating: G (mostly by which I mean nothing overtly fucked up happens.)
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Characters: Jonah Magnus, Barnabas Bennett (offscreen), Mordechai Lukas (offscreen)
Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/32688826
“A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.” -Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
A month after a hastily-penned letter from the missing-of-late
Barnabas Bennett appeared on his desk at the Institute’s Edinburgh
headquarters, Jonah Magnus prepares to respond.
Written as part of @jonahmagnusweek for the prompt ‘Letters’
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I did it guys! Jonah Magnus week day 1!
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Crimson Kisses
Written for Day 2 of Jonah Week
Prompts: Community
Jonah is an adult, he is not going to stoop to that irritating Italian’s level.
Honest.
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The wine glass in Jonah’s hand wobbled as he tried to sip at it without pouring it down himself. This would be easier if he didn’t have his head resting in Barnabas’ lap, a fact that Jonathan had reminded him of several times this evening. The rim of the glass rested on his lip and he began to tilt it ever so slowly when a hand shot out and tipped the glass over his face.
Jonah spluttered and coughed as he breathed in the wine. He rolled off Barnabas’ lap and onto the floor of the lounge he and his friends were resting in. Barnabas was complaining about the wine soaking into his trousers, Jonathan was sounding far too pleased with himself for Jonah’s liking while the rest of the room was alternating between pretending to be worried and stifling their chuckles into their own drinks. The little Italian prick was laughing his heart out, still leaning over the side of the couch.
Jonah looked to his glass, empty on the floor and then up to Barnabas’ that still stood on the side table next to the couch.
He was an adult. He was not going to engage in some sort of childish food fight. It would be juvenile and petty and so much fun.
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Pluck the Heartstrings || Day 3: Pressure
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After dinner, they had gathered in the drawing-room to talk. Mostly they surrounded Niccolò and asked him questions about his experiences and life. About his skills on the violin and his performances, about his time spent in the Baciocchi court , and about his general self. The stories told about him were many and greatly exaggerated: most of them were false; he didn’t say which ones were true.
Several things about the great Paganini had drawn Jonah to seek him out. They had gotten on quite well, and the more Jonah learned about him, the more he knew his other acquaintances would like him just as much.
So now they were in Jonah’s house in London, all conversing and getting to know the violinist who has been the talk of Europe, and especially England now that he was here.
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An Interesting Man || Day 2: Community
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Mordechai Lukas was enigma. Jonah never saw him out in society, but he made certain to attend every one of Smirke’s gatherings, even with them growing in frequency now that one Maxwell Rayner has joined their little club, who has brought with him a wealth of knowledge and a firsthand account of these entities.
Jonah was vaguely aware that the Lukases had an estate in Kent, but he was not certain where Mordechai resided when he was in London.
The man spoke rarely, and never of himself, and his silence greatly intrigued him. He often looked af Jonah like he wanted to talk to him, but he never made a move to. Jonah wanted to know more about this man.
And what he wanted to know, he found out.
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Pause
Written for Day 3 of Jonah Magnus Week
Prompt: Limits
Jonah panics and Mordechai can be kind when he wants to be
CW: Retracted consent, bondage
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Personally, Jonah thought that anyone willing to be in a room alone with Mordechai Lukas for any extended period of time was a brave soul indeed. His favourite way to do it was to make sure the man was thoroughly distracted. The thing was, Jonah was a man of many talents, but distracting Mordechai without the use of his hands, blindfolded and gagged, was a little beyond him. The others never really saw it, the coldness that lurked in the large man, just saw him as grumpy and solitary, never really a threat.
Jonah knew differently, could feel the icy coldness of the other man’s fingers as they gripped onto his waist. He knew Mordechai could fling him into the domain of his patron at a moment’s notice. He wouldn’t be able to do a thing.
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Wedding in the misty moors
Written for @jonahmagnusweek
Day 6 - Celebration
The easiest way to assure Jonah Magnus will show up somewhere is to not invite him.
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If someone wandered here on accident they would be more likely to assume they crushed someone’s funeral than a wedding. That said it would be hard to just accidentally wander to the mansion surrounded by moors in the middle of nowhere.
And yet it is exactly something that happened to one particular gentleman in a green tailcoat - or at least that is what Jonah Magnus plans to claim if anyone asks him what he is doing here since his wedding invitation must have gotten lost by the postal service. Or simply it has never been written and send. Something tells him it is the latter option. (That something is Eye. As per usual offering him mostly useless information, never the thing he truly wishes to know.)
It has been a few years since he has visited Moorland house. He has been here only twice and both times he had to basically invite himself. The house itself looked exactly the same as he remembered. Maybe even a bit more dark and gloomy but it is probably because it is quite foggy this morning…
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Illustration for @nonbinaryeye ’s fanfic! Go and read it it’s delicious.
