Jonelias art I did a couple of months ago for @carbonpressure for a gift for their partner thank you again for trusting me with that!!! means the world to me truly <3
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 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.
I don’t want to work I want to think about Jon and Elias making out in their offices and always forgetting – alright sometimes forgetting on purpose – that they both have an open door policy (Elias because he wants to be an Approachable Boss, Jon because forever ago he Made a Face when someone knocked at his door first so his assistants just stopped and now even if he snaps they know he’s all talk no bite) which means that, every now and then, someone WILL stumble on them with their clothes and hair in disarray which WILL lead to bickering about whose damn fault it is this time which will only lead to more kissing to shut the other up, all the while the mortified/aggravated/annoyed/shamefully curious employee of the day will just. stand there or run away.
So! I really enjoy uneven “problematic” power dynamics and this was what originally attracted me to jonelias. I listened to mag 92 and thought “jonelias seems like something I would ship” because even then I could tell they fit my taste. I also just like protagonist/antagonist ships, complicated relationships are my favourites
mag 92 is one of my favourite episodes as a jonelias shippers for a couple of reasons. at first it was solely the conversation between Jon and Elias and how it was about Jon getting changed by Elias, because of Elias. Jon was being openly vulnerable! “Am I still human, Elias?” he asks Elias who has just confessed to murder and keeping people hostage. Jon, who had so much respect and admiration for Elias’ expertise, turns to him even in that moment. It is Elias who he seeks reassurance from, he asks another monster if he is one
Another aspect of mag 92 I am obsessed with is the opening statement and the way Elias puts Jon above everyone else (telling him to discard everyone in his pursuit) while also placing Jon on the same level as him
quick JE pic for the night - they just left [insert Institute holiday party/gala/get together here] to grab some air and Jon can’t help but bitch about it to his direct boss 😌
Season 3 Elias is so goddamn fucking funny to me I forgot what a rollercoaster he was during my first listen.
Like the s2 finale has Jurgen Leitner giving Jon the whole “monsters are real speech” and Jon’s like “I need a cigarette. NO ONE get brutal pipe murdered while I’m gone” and Jurgen fails step 1 because Elias walks in and grabs Jon’s point-and-click-adventure pipe he’d been carrying around and Brutal Pipe Murders. Which, of course, Jon walks back in on and is prime suspect #1 due to literally every single feature trait and word he’s said in the entirety of s2.
So naturally s3 starts with Jon on the lam and Officer Tonner like “I’m gonna arrest him for brutal pipe murder” and I’M like “Shit. I hate this. Elias is going to SO easily pin it on Jon and get away with it.”
EXCEPT Elias walks in and is like “hello Ms. Officer no Jon Archivist did not kill that man, also I won’t tell you anything else, also this is what you sound like” while reciting all her childhood trauma and all her illegal activity that will get HER sent to jail for brutal murder of the non-pipe variety and now I’m like “….huh.” He’s also like “Jon didn’t do it but you can kill him if you want maybe :)” Elias your alibi????
And then we come BACK with Jon storming Elias’s office with his two lesbian bodyguards as back up and he’s like “I’m gonna use my powers to make you confess to pipe murder!” At which point Elias is like “It doesn’t work on me. But I’m having fun so Martin go get everyone I need to tell you all how I committed pipe murder.” and Martin does and Elias is like “Yes I pipe murdered. I also killed Gertrude. I love murder. You will not be compensated extra for this time. Get back to work.” And they… DO… just go back to work. Because work is haunted. One of the lesbian police officers works here now, too. This just happened. “Also living dolls from Russia are about to Apocalypse the world, Jon go stop it,” Elias says, while also saying “no I’m not gonna tell you how to stop it.”
Okay???? Mr. Elias man??? And you’re like “maybe he’s a ruthless tactician? Maybe he’s brutal but it’s all in the interest of stopping the doll apocalypse??? He wants to save the earth???” Except THAT’S not even true it’s actually more like he’s trying to get the Russian dolls kicked out of line at Disney World so HE gets to meet Mickey Mouse first by which I mean, start his OWN Apocalypse, because if the dolls do it first well then what’s the point of apocalypsing a planet that’s become someone else’s sloppy seconds.
Anyway Elias’s master strategy here is to bring the human equivalent of a drowned cat to the gun fight and just sit back and watch Jon fall down every set of stairs he finds while Elias goes “This is good. This will work.” His name isn’t even fucking Elias.
#op theres a theatricality to this i truly think rivals the pure anger of the leitner rant #this isnt even to mention how he ‘ur mom’d martin so hard he was arrested for it #and how the other militant lesbian (hes collecting them) that he ghoul-hired is trying to kill him in increasingly blatant ways #and he watches her shitty youtuber ghost hunt videos #the first man to mother (gothel) (via @anthroposeen)
heyyyy remember the Untitled Jonelias Magic AU? I haven’t updated it in months, I think, and I *meant* to go back and re-write it to give it some semblance of structure, but… yeah. In conclusion: here it is on ao3. Chapters 1-8 were published on tumblr, chapter 9 is new. More stuff to follow. Enjoy! <3
for everyone wondering what i’ve been doing since dreamweaver ended, it’s mostly this fic. there are other fics in the WIP folder (most pertinently tongue clipped out, fairy fic, and (of course) groundhog day. but this one is frontburner, in the most active development it could possibly be. HOPEFULLY it will be finished and ready for posting by the end of december.
in which gerry hires martin to steal jonah’s extremely prized spellbook, and the spellbook turns out to be an Actual Human Person. there is ROMANCE. there is TRAGEDY. there is WHUMP. it’s going to be a decently long one–at least 40k, but possibly a lot more. possibly a LOT more. and i’m super excited!
so anyway, here’s a preview for y'all. enjoy!
Introduction
The spellbook screams, its voice thin and agonized, but that’s only an instinctual reaction. It doesn’t truly feel pain. It doesn’t feel anything as its vision goes dark, as it slumps to the side, its weight resting against Jonah’s legs. It keeps its eyes closed against the dizziness and focuses on breathing. Long inhale, long exhale.
It registers the physical sensation of Jonah’s fingers carding through its hair. “Well done,” Jonah says, and the spellbook recognizes the notes of pride and praise in his voice. It lets them sink in, lets them reach down toward its heart, accepts the small bit of warmth. The spellbook is good at filtering its input, only absorbing what is helpful.
