September 2020

And in the distance, thunder

apatheticbutterflies:

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.”

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jon-elias:

Oh to be an eldritch god at the end of all things with the immortal man who molded you into his perfect creation.

A New Perspective

hibibun:

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!

AO3

“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.

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jon-elias:

I made a JonElias playlist on YouTube 😌😌😌

JonElias

bastard-men-prefer-jon:

waldos-art:

That isn’t proper gun safety.

“You’re perfect like this,” Elias said gently, cradling Jon’s head.  Jon had recently had the back of his hair clipped short again, and Elias indulged his fingertips in ruffling the rabbit-soft salt-and-pepper fuzz.

Jon moaned harmlessly around the metal filling his mouth as it pressed on his tongue.  Elias tilted the barrel down slowly until the top of it clacked against Jon’s teeth.  Jon’s pupils blew impossibly wider.  His eyes crossed to anxiously gape at the rear sight of the full size 1911 before flitting up from beneath dark lashes, first to Elias’s crotch at face level, and then to meet Elias’s gaze.  Beads of perspiration were beginning to form on Jon’s temples, glistening against the strands of silver there, and Elias smiled fondly.  He could almost taste the salt as he imagined licking up Jon’s cheek in one long, languid stroke.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Archivist?” Elias asked softly.  “To be so full of fear, and to simply let it happen?”  Elias nudged Jon’s thighs apart with his foot and offered his shin to the straining front of Jon’s trousers.  Elias wondered with some amusement if Jon even noticed how he shot forward to lock his hips onto Elias’s leg.  Jon hadn’t even strayed from eye contact as his lower half ground for relief seemingly of its own accord.

“Doesn’t it feel right?” Elias murmured.  “To feed our god on your knees, and to allow me to fill you to the brim with that which feeds it?”

Jon mumbled some manic attempt at a reply, and felt his saliva start to flow around the greasy metal.  He made an irritated sound as he sucked to swallow spit, still too proud to let himself drool all the way down his chin.  “Exquisite creature,” Elias breathed, committing to memory the vision of the way Jon’s cheeks hollowed out when he accommodated Elias feeding something past his lips.  Elias rewarded him by rocking the top of his leather loafer up and down the pulsing rock-hardness of Jon’s cock.  Jon whimpered.

The tone of Elias’s voice dropped to something more human, even tender.  “You’re so good, Jon,” he said.  Elias had ordered Jon to take off his shoes and socks before kneeling, and Elias felt unexpectedly warmed when he saw Jon’s toes curl adorably from the compliment.  As if all that had happened so far hadn’t been delicious enough, Elias gasped when Jon wiggled forward almost imperceptibly to take more of Elias’s weapon, not being prompted or forced.  Jon had shakily reached one arm behind his ass to assist him in better arching his back, thus eagerly delivering easy access into his throat.  “I’m so proud to have you,” Elias said in a reverent hush.

It wasn’t that Jon trusted Elias now.  His fear had not subsided.  Rather, he let more of it flow back to Elias on his own terms—gifted, not stolen—and in this context, it was all the sweeter for it.

“I wonder what scares you more, Jon,” Elias whispered gratefully, “that I could kill you right now, or that you’re powerless to even Ask why?”

i don’t want your crown

hibibun:

Series: The Magnus Archives
Pairing: One-Sided Elias Bouchard/Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Summary: Jon and Martin reach the Panopticon. It doesn’t have the answers they’re looking for, and it doesn’t go how Elias expects.

for days 6 & 7: beholding and dynamic shift

Notes/Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Reluctant Relationship, Manipulation, Dynamic Shift, Body Horror, Eye Horror, Discussion of T erminal Illness, Jealousy
AO3

The tower looms overhead, ostentatious and as daunting as it was when only a blip in the distance. A horrid beacon that Jon knows they’ll have to enter, however much he’s torn on it. He’s being called—has been presumably by both Elias and the Eye itself, but he doesn’t know what awaits them up there, nor if it will help anything.

He wants to know what’s up there.

He doesn’t want to know his place up there. Acknowledge the burning desire to see it all.

“So this is it,” Martin’s voice breaks his thoughts, and it’s grounding to hear against the stress of the impeding climb.

“Yes, this is it,” Jon reiterates a bit pointlessly. He’s done his best to avoid looking directly, but it’s obvious Martin has more questions for him. All he can focus on is trying to steel himself for whatever remaining trap Jonah might have for them, and what Martin might expect him to do once they’re up there. There are so many more people he owes it to, to fix things, but he can’t think of them right now either. If he even can do anything about Jonah, there’s no guarantee it would fix anything or mean anything beyond petty revenge.

Whatever he expects Martin to ask, he’s instead surprised to see his outstretched hand.

“Ready? Walked long enough to get here, couple of flights of stairs can’t be that much worse.”

Jon only offers an uneasy smile back, but accepts his hand as they enter.

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fredlyfatchet-art:

👁👁

dinosaurrainbowstarfish:

we stan ao3 tag wranglers but why the fuck is jonelias like eight full words long now

am i really gonna have to have
Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist/ Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus
on stuff

also major spoilers for the entire podcast rip new listeners

THAT’S ONE SHIP GUYS. THAT’S ONE SHIP.

ITS ACTUALLY NINE FULL WORDS

pileofknives:

venacavo:

johnnyjoestarrelatable:

just found out today that moths can make their genitals vibrate to throw off a bat’s sonar

we can too you’re just not skilled yet

Me helicoptering my dick so the cops can’t triangulate my cellphone signal

jon-elias:

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.

jon-elias:

Prompt:

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.

bonjaminfranklin:

You ever think about the moments Jon doesn’t record

Meanwhile, Elias

youlighttheskyart:

Still practising eliasjon

thebreeoche:

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

jon-elias:

Elias: hold on, you actually like me? you actually like my personality??

Jon: I know, I was surprised too.

spooksier:

pov: your shitbitch boss refuses to be helpful for the seventieth time

jon-elias:

Oooooh I want Jon and Elias have a battle of compelling 😳

biggeek-9000:

I think about JonElias holding hands on the daily.

waldos-art:

Behold, king of a ruined world.

charmophron:

super late to jonelias week! pre archives job…. can you hear a bell chime?

jonathanstardustsims:

institute husbands au! it’s a little different than the first post i made about it but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. pre-slash jonmartin, jonelias, 499 words, sfw.

Great. First day on the job and he was already making enemies.

“I—I really am sorry,” he offered weakly. “Do—here, let me get you some paper towels—“

The man Martin had just spilled tea on scowled at him. “I think you’ve done quite enough.”

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clementine-kesh:

i think in the comedy version of tma we would get snippets of elias providing monster factory-esque commentary on jon’s descent into becoming an avatar. he’d be like “now this is TOO many eyes. bad to look at but the best at looking so we gotta keep em. of course more eyes means less ribs so we’re just gonna get rid of a few of those bad boys, yoink. and voila, he’s a genuine eyeball boy!”

igixri:

tma sketch dump from twitter….well, it’s mostly jonelias lol

jon-elias:

Short little jonelias drabble I wrote at like 4am

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A sickening crunch is heard and Jon doesn’t even have to see the blood pouring down his face to Know Elias’ nose is broken. The confusion and anger in his eyes would be comical if Jon wasn’t wishing he could do more than break a simple bone on the man.

He knows Elias is still the Heart of the institute and his death would mean everyone else’s deaths too. It’s honestly not worth it. It’s selfish, he knows, but he wants to save them this time.

Tim is pulling him back and shouting something, but Jon doesn’t bother to listen. He has to make sure Elias knows he’s not in control anymore. He pours images of his ruined world into Elias’ mind and relishes in the nearly imperceptible widening of his eyes.

Green eyes staring at him in horror and excitement.

“Jon, can we talk?” The words are just shy of professional, the blood still pouring down his face really makes his words hard to take seriously, but Jon nods regardless. Elias motions for the three gawking assistants to leave. Jon can’t keep the smirk from his face even as he watches his co-workers staring in confusion.

“Uh, double boss, are you sure you’re okay with being alone in a room with him right now?” Oh, poor wonderful Tim. He’s so protective of a monster. Not that he knows the truth about anything, but it’s almost sad to watch.

“I’m more than capable of handling myself, Tim. Thank you for worrying, but I’d like you all to get back to work please.” Tim hesitates and keeps trying to say something else, but never finds the words. He just pulls along Sasha, Not-Sasha Jon notes, and Martin along and with one last glance at their two bosses, they’re gone.

“So,” Elias asks carefully. His eyes give away the excitement building in his chest and Jon doesn’t bother even reading his mind when his body language is already screaming at him. “Care to explain the situation, Jonathan?”

He hums as he stares at Elias. As he stares at Jonah. As he stares at himself through the man’s eyes.

“I don’t go by Jonathan anymore.” Curious eyes watch him as if trying to predict his next words, but they both know it’s futile.

“What would you prefer I call you then?” Elias calmly asks, his thoughts the only thing betraying his cool exterior.

“The Archivist is preferable.” The sheer excitement that filled Elias in that moment overflowed the room. Waves upon waves of joy, of excitement, of fear, covering every inch available.

“What happened to you, Archivist?” The words are spoken in a breathless whisper and The Archivist wishes killing the man in front of him was still on the table. He hates how much Elias gets off on everything he does as he practically worships him. He hates that he enjoys it.

“You did.” He allows the eyes, all the same shade of green as Elias’, as their Gods’, open at once and takes a deep breath at the knowledge that instantly flows through him. The door in his mind gets washed away after each wave crashes through it. It’s exhilarating.

Elias is looking at him like he’s just as beautiful as their God and the sheer amount of love and loyalty he feels from Elias is mind numbing. He crosses the distance between them quickly and pulls Elias’ face towards his.

His lips are soft and wet and perfect.

Jon hates it.

The Archivist loves everything about it.

And he’s not been Jon for a very long time.

bastard-men-prefer-jon:

 

Sweet trauma baby. Feed your Trauma Daddy!Elias and get yourself a new pair of shoes. You deserve it.

“Did I tell you the one about Mr. Spider yet?”

(Also I apparently can’t submit this as @waldos-art, but you know).

i had this in my drafts as ‘nice elias’ but this isn’t a nice story

wildehacked:

It’s a stupid idea, but since the alternatives are rapidly narrowing to “wait for something to get lucky and kill me,” Jon decides to try Knowing again. What’s the worst that could happen? The most likely scenario is that he wakes up on the floor with another horrific migraine. He supposes he could send himself straight into another coma, and maybe that’s the best-case scenario for the world at large, so.

Jon turns on the tape recorder, and closes his eyes.

“How do I stop being the Archivist?” he whispers, and focuses on it. He imagines someone sitting next to him who he might compel, someone to slake the goddamn hunger, and then imagines them fleeing him–and following. He narrows all the intensity of his Eyes on the question, mercilessly sending the searchlight of his Gaze into the world to find the answers he Seeks, to scour the minds of anyone who might know, any hint, the merest whisper, and drag the answers out of them and into himself–

–and the world whites out. It’s not pleasurable like an orgasm, but it contains the same existential pause, the same fleeting moment of nothingness that Jon has felt before gritting his teeth and jerking into his own hand, only it isn’t brief. He loses himself in the white-hot emptiness of Knowing, and he has no idea how long it lasts.

When it’s over, he’s no longer sitting at his desk in the Archives. He doesn’t know where he is–it’s a room he’s never seen before–but he recognizes the sigh from somewhere above him, familiar and fond. 

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jon-elias:

I just want Elias worshipping Jon, is that so much to ask for?

ackermanyuki:

sooo this the shit i be making at 4am btw elias is wearing those boots that have heels

(tumblr fix ur shit i been trying to post this the entire day)