August 2020

Smoke and Mirrors

hibibun:

Series: The Magnus Archives
Pairing: Elias Bouchard/Jonathan Sims
Summary: Elias offers to help Jon quit smoking. He doesn’t particularly feel that strongly about it, but when presented with another incentive, Jon finds himself going along with it anyway.

for jonelias week day 2 - manipulation & caretaking
Notes/Warnings: Pre-Canon, Manipulation, Smoking, Dom/sub undertones
AO3
CH1 - ?

It starts with a harmless, albeit likely patronizing, observation.

“That’s a nasty habit.”

Jon’s eyes flick up and away from the hand steadying his lighter, the smoke already starting to drift off the end of his cigarette. He’s used to such comments. Generally, people are even worse about it, go on about how he’s polluting the air and so on—hence, why he’s even on this side of the building, which has more or less been claimed by the other smokers at the Institute.

However, he’s pinned by the fact the words came from none other than Elias Bouchard, Head of the Magnus Institute and currently his boss’s boss. He finishes his inhale, carefully manages his exhale without it sputtering into the coughs his rapidly beating heart want him to make. Evidently, Elias doesn’t smoke or approve of it, which makes Jon wonder if he simply comes out here to make such comments.

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lumensuperbis:

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karkatmarx:

jonelias week day 2 - caretaking! i’ve always had a soft spot for nail clipping…

biggeek-9000:

Day late again sorry

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selkiebinch:

So it’s JonElias week, huh

youlighttheskyart:

stressing drawing jon forever

day 2: manipulation

That which Hurts can also Heal

literatehiss:

For #JoneliasWeek2020 Day 2. Caretaking & Manipulation

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 The static hiss of the tape recorder cut through the silence of the Archives. Everyone else had long since left, if they had even bothered to turn up at all in Tim’s case, and Jon was left alone in the empty office.      
   The Archivist himself was curled up under his desk, head pressed between his knees as pain stabbed behind his eyes. A low whine ripped from his throat as he curled himself into a tighter ball.

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