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Happy TMA Appreciation Week! Here’s my Day 1, Pre-canon and Rewrite! @tmaappreciationweek

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Characters: Gerard Keay, Diego Molina, Lesere Saraki

Additional Tags: Minor Spoilers, I call Gerard Gerry, Hurt Gerard Keay, Pre Canon, Episode: e012 First Aid (The Magnus Archives), Burns, Hospitals, The Magnus Archives Season 1, Hurt/Comfort (kind of??)

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red-archivist:

It’s the beginning of TMA Appreciation Week!  @tmaappreciationweek

I won’t have something for every day and they don’t 100% follow the themes but I have a few things in mind to show my appreciation for the show <3

We’re starting with a pre-canon one-shot ft. Gertrude and her worst enemy…. having to be social at a work event

Enjoy! 

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Throughout her many years of service, Gertrude had fostered a habit of never attending the Institute Christmas party.

There were always far better uses of her time, and the idea of socialising with ignorant co-workers didn’t hold any particular appeal for her.

As she stepped into the grand library space where the event was already in full swing, it was gratifying to see she had the right of it.

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Before it Breaks

wordsintimeandspace:

After Prentiss, Jon is scared and hurting and more than a little paranoid. Although he hasn’t recovered yet, he starts investigating his employees - only to end up on Tim’s couch when he collapses. It might be his only chance to fix what is not yet entirely broken, if only he can shake the suspicion that Tim is a killer…

Jon&Tim, rated T, around 4300 words. Read on AO3! This was written for day 3 of @tmaappreciationweek.

Jon isn’t quite sure what he was thinking.

Well, no, that’s not quite true. ‘I need to know if anyone wants to kill me’ was the thought that made him bolt out of the flat this morning. He just isn’t sure why he did it like this, after barely two hours of sleep and running on nothing but paranoia induced adrenaline.

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, the pain and fatigue that still remain after Prentiss’ attack are hitting him so hard that he can barely stand upright. And he’s nowhere close to home - he nearly made it to Tim’s house by now. Earlier, he thought this was a good choice to start investigating the people at the Institute. Close enough that he could walk instead of taking the tube and suffering the writhing crowd, and familiar enough that he knows where to hide so he can watch the house without raising suspicion.

Now, Jon has to admit that both parts didn’t really work out. He clearly was in no shape to walk all the way, and he’s far too aware of all the people staring at him.

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grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks:

@tmaappreciationweek 

Day 4: Favorite Ship/Season 3/Headcanons

Rating: T

Content Warning: Statement Hunger/Addiction

When Jon came back to his office after months away, with gravedirt still under his fingernails and blood still drying on his throat, he stared at the pile of tapes on his desk for a very long time.

I’ve left some tapes for you in your office, Elias had said as Jon left, still wearing the calm, self-satisfied smile that had been plastered on his face through their entire confrontation, You’ve been away for quite awhile. I suggest you start catching up.

Jon’s first instinct was that Elias could go fuck himself. He had been ‘away’ because Elias had murdered an old man in cold blood and allowed Jon to be blamed for it, so Jon really wasn’t keen to listen to any of his suggestions.

Still, he couldn’t help his curiosity (he never could), so he looked over the tapes. Most of them were neatly labelled in Martin’s handwriting, though one or two were written by Tim, and some were in a hand he didn’t recognize - Melanie’s, if he had to guess.

Case #9900112

Case #9770211

Jon brushed his fingers over the thin plastic labels. How long had it been since he’d seen Martin’s handwriting? It was an odd thing to be nostalgic for, but, well, he had been away for quite awhile. He could forgive himself for getting a bit sentimental.

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artificialdaydreamer:

The Sharkivist is In

For day five of @tmaappreciationweek, “what if” Jon has one of those plush blåhaj sharks from ikea

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The shark was sitting in his desk chair when Jon opened his office door. Actually sitting in it, with a “hello my name is” sticker stuck to it with “Jonathan Swims, Head Sharkivist” written on it in black marker. At first, Jon was annoyed, he had no idea where to put the shark as his office was already too crowded with filing cabinets and boxes of miscellaneous statements. Then a small, petty voice inside him whispered that he should just… go along with whatever scheme that the others had hatched. So Jon turned around and walked out of his office, sat down at one of the unoccupied desks, and pulled out a book from his bag.

There was a collective muttering from his assistants and Jon did his best to hide his smile. Tim was the first to speak up, his expression cheerful but there was a definite glint to his eyes. “What’re you doing out here, boss?”

Jon continued to read for a few seconds- for dramatic effect of course- before glancing up at Tim. “Oh, sorry. Were you talking to me?”

“Yeah,” to Jon’s delight the assistants seemed confused. “Why aren’t you in your office?”

“It would appear,” it was getting harder to keep from smiling. “I’ve been demoted. Someone else was in my office, and he seems to be doing a rather good job, so…” With a shrug, Jon returned to the book. “I guess I’ll wait to see what he wants me to do.”

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red-archivist:

Day 5 of @tmaappreciationweek : Somewhere Else

I’m rearranging my prompts a little bit here, because today is the actual one-year anniversary since the podcast ended (wild!) and I wanted to get this fic out today in dedication to that. Please enjoy!

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It is 3 o’clock in the morning, Somewhere Else, and Martin can hear Jon pacing in the kitchen.

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bluejayblueskies:

for as long as he will let me

Words: 3.2k

Relationship: Jon/Martin

Tags: Post-Canon, Somewhere Else, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Nightmares, PTSD, Crying, Therapy, Healing, Married Jmart

Ao3 link in the source

written for @tmaappreciationweek for the prompt ‘somewhere else’! a continuation of it will be this, always but can be read as a standalone. CW for mentions of Jon’s past traumas (including non-consensual touching, canon-typical worms, canon-typical flesh content, knife violence, spiders, and claustrophobia), wound/injury analogies, and fear of abandonment.

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Jon is tired. It drags at his eyelids, blurs his vision, makes his hands shake ever so slightly where they turn another page in his book. His wedding ring glints very faintly in the light from the lamp. He used to read without the light, squinting at the moonlit pages and holding the book so close to his face that his nose nearly brushed the paper. But Martin is a heavy sleeper—the kind who needs to set twenty alarms five minutes apart in the mornings to get up and who sleeps deep into the afternoon when given the chance—and he’d given Jon a look as he passed him the paracetamol for his eye strain headache and told him to just use the lamp.

“They say lying down with your eyes closed can be restful, even if you don’t sleep,” Martin said a moment after, in that pointed way he does when he wants Jon to learn to take care of himself but doesn’t want to outright say it.

“I know,” Jon said. He did not say that, if he lay down and closed his eyes, he likely wouldn’t have much trouble falling asleep at all.

He just wouldn’t … stay asleep. Best to avoid that inevitability as long as possible, he’s decided.

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