Title: as scripted Prompts: Time Travel [day 6] and Try Again [day 1] Summary:
As it is, Jon walks into the room, knife in hand and commited to what he has to do. Everything goes as planned. Nothing goes as planned. (let’s give it one more try)
A/N: so happy to finish it still in time for @joneliasweek (even if almost a little late). also it started as time travel and became a time loop
howdy!! things got busy this year, so i couldnt do much for jeweek. however! i did some doodles so i figured id post em. i also wrote a little fic for day 7 where you can read here:
Last known photograph of Jonah Magnus, one of 19th Century Britain’s most prolific academics with a focus on the paranormal. The identity of the photograph’s other subject is unknown.
Jonelias week day seven! It’s the end already! D:. HOW?? Setting: Entity swap // Prompt: Fatal attraction
Jon burst into his office on the third week of his first month at the Institute, looking like he hasn’t slept in three days and reeking of the smell of cigarettes. Elias’s nose twitch in distaste – something to work on, certainly, if Jon stayed employed here long enough –, but instead of doing what he usually does when employes cross boundaries, he tilts his head up with a raised eyebrow.
Jon, after all, is not quite the usual type Elias hire. Jon has been touched by the same Master as Elias, but he’s floundering with it still, and Elias is curious to see what will come out of it.
“Is something the matter, Jon?” he asks. “Someone dying, perhaps?”
It does send a little thrill in his spine, the way Jon reacts like he gets the joke, even if he doesn’t like it. It’s remarkably rare for people to truly understand it.
“You,” Jon answers. “You are dying. You should be dead! Every – Every part of you is just – dead. How are you doing it? Are you sick? I’ve been meeting with sick people and none of them are simply just, just dead –”
“Well, that’s a rather rude and personal thing to ask, don’t you think?” Elias cuts him off and Jon glowers at him, although there’s a hint of hunger in his eyes.
“But you’re not surprised,” he says slowly. Victoriously. “There is something wrong with you, isn’t it? You’re not like any of the others I– You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”
Jonelias week day 6! Setting: time travel // Prompt: Old memories
Elias sends him flowers. Hardly the apology he thinks it is, if this is an apology at all, which Jon can’t be sure of. It makes him feel uneasy, not to be able to grasp at any knowledge he wants whenever he needs or craves it. He’s been having headaches ever since he woke up in his flat, with very little power left beyond the wisp of compulsion. He wishes he didn’t miss it.
He wishes he still had it.
All the same, that wouldn’t help with El– Jonah. He couldn’t know him at the end of the world, and he’s not sure he could ever know him truly here either. Ever since that first week of looking like a mad man, Jon has tried to be more careful, even if it hasn’t yet stopped hurting to see Martin’s eyes so soft and yet so young, so unaware of everything they’ve had and that was destroyed, or Tim’s growing wariness that isn’t quite genuine dislike yet.
Not!Sasha is not worth talking about; Jon merely wishes he was powerful enough to destroy it all over again.
And Elias – Jonah –… Well, Jon was under the assumption that he was avoiding him. And now, after weeks of brief conversations by emails – only ever work related, the way they’d… God, the way they’d never been… before… Jon gets this.
JonElias Week 2024 | Day Six | Prompt:Firsts | Rating: MTags/Warnings: Caught Making Out (Twice), Parties, Hickies, Alcohol Use/Drunkenness, The Magnus Archives is an Office Comedy [AO3]
Jon knows Elias is angry because of how stiffly he sits in the taxi: back straight, chin lifted, legs crossed and hands clasped neatly together at the knee. The man gazes out the window with narrowed eyes, no indication he’s actually seeing the moving ribbon of wintry night beyond it. Freezing rain is a continual drum against the roof, sluicing down the windows.
Jon spent a not-inconsiderable amount of time in his first few weeks— months— in the archive cataloging Elias’ body language in minute detail, on the verge of panic at every turn as he watched desperately for any sign of displeasure, regret. Both of those are certainly present in the rigid pose Elias has adopted now.
JonElias Week 2024 | Day Three | Prompt:Sick|Rating: M Tags/Warnings: Extremely Suggestive Blood-Drinking, Sexy Leitner [AO3]
It’s dark and deathly quiet in the archives.
Jon’s been on the floor for long enough that his monitor has cycled off and all the automatic lights in their ugly drop ceiling have gone out. It leaves his office lit only by the standing lamp in the corner, dim and listing to the side from some injury done in Gertrude’s time. Maybe before her, given the patina on the heavy brass.
The linoleum is hard under his cheek, slightly uneven under the legs of his desk. He’s never noticed before. He’s also never noticed the slight scuffmarks his chair leaves in the old laminate; the sight swims before his eyes in wavering focus, blurring in time with his pulse.
His body aches with trying to hold back shudders; he’s cold to burning with it, and so damn thirsty it feels like he’s turning into sand from the inside out. His mouth is dry and his jaw keeps twinging, off and on, something odd in the familiar shape of his teeth as he drags his tongue over and over and over them. He can’t quite identify what’s strange about the sensation, but something is and the mystery is one of the few things his mind can still focus on. The last major movement he’d been able to make was to bring his hand to his mouth to feel them. Gnawing on his fingers had almost seemed to help, until the pain had filtered through the haze.
Jon’s been on the floor for long enough that he’s forgotten why, until something moves in the broader archives beyond his office and lights up the square of glass in his door. He sees the sudden brightness reflected on the glossy floor and thinks, Damn it, I told them to run.
Title: as scripted Prompts: Time Travel [day 6] and Try Again [day 1] Summary:
As it is, Jon walks into the room, knife in hand and commited to what he has to do. Everything goes as planned. Nothing goes as planned. (let’s give it one more try)
A/N: so happy to finish it still in time for @joneliasweek (even if almost a little late). also it started as time travel and became a time loop
