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imagine-fe · 4 years

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hi hi friend, could i get together, ritual and present for marianne?? thank you!!

P: PRESENT do they give hand-made presents or do they prefer to buy them? how long do they take to select them and how good are they at choosing ones people will like?

in the beginning, she will without exception go for buying very generic presents, fearing that whatever she chooses won’t be to their taste. much less if she were to attempt making anything by herself (at least in that regard she’s not completely wrong, what with not being the most talented person at crafts). however, with time and encouragement she eventually starts trusting herself more and ends up gifting surprisingly thoughtful presents

R: RITUAL do they have any special customs for christmas? do they change throughout their life or depending who they’re with?

regardless of if she attends a mass or not, she will always pray to the Goddess in the privacy of her room. After all, she has a wish she hopes will be granted above all else, and maybe the season will help with her appeal?as time goes by, marianne does keep the ritual itself, but her wishes change. instead, she starts praying for the well-being of her friends and comrades, that the war will end soon, that everyone’s efforts in rebuilding will pay off…

T: TOGETHER who do they celebrate their christmas with? friends, family, their s/o? or do they prefer to be spend it alone?

for most of her life, she does prefer to spend it by herself as much as she can - just like every holiday. the other part is usually spent with her adoptive father and an air of awkwardness at best. when she starts opening up to other people and making friends, though, she definitely likes spending christmas with them the most. she’s the most relaxed during that time and it’s probably the occasion where most people see one of her real smiles for the first time

#Anonymous #op is depressed post marianne #ok now i have two requests for christmas prompts left and im determined to finish them on the 26th #so its TECHNICALLY still christmas #and then ill somehow have to get myself to write the exchange gifts i guess.... haha #writing #marianne von edmund #fodlan #christmas alphabet #hc meme #i think this is my first time writing for her??#thats kinda sad-

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podcastenthusiast · 4 years

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Authors have been revealed for the gift exchange I took part in, so now I can post my fic here too! Just some post-160 angst and softness. (ao3 link)

New Year’s Eve after the apocalypse.

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New Year, New World

It would almost be an idyllic winter evening, were it not for the circumstances. A quaint cottage tucked away in the Scottish countryside. Snow blanketing the garden. A crackling fireplace to ward off the cold. Except the cottage is a safehouse that hasn’t felt truly safe in months. Boarded up windows obscure not just their view of gently falling snowflakes but, more importantly, the sky’s view of them. The fireplace became essential for light and heat once the generator died a few weeks ago.

Martin’s phone is largely useless these days, but his calendar app still works. He never expected they would still be in the Highlands at the year’s end. But he never expected any of this, really. Suddenly the world has been flooded with fourteen flavors of evil bullshit, and then Jon was in no state to travel anywhere for a while even if they did have a destination, and then Basira found them, and then they found Daisy.

And then and then and then…

Somehow, it is already New Year’s Eve. Not that the date or even the passage of linear time means as much as it used to anymore. The important thing is they are still alive and together which, selfish as it might be, is all Martin can bring himself to care about.

He glances down at Jon who is finally sleeping, as peacefully as he ever can, his head resting in Martin’s lap. At least the only nightmares he endures are completely his own. The Eye no longer appears to need its Archivist retreading others’ old traumas night after night.

There are more good days than bad ones now, on the whole. Today had been…decidedly not a good day. The Stranger, he assumes, or possibly the Spiral. Either way, for nearly an hour this morning Jon did not even know his own name, and he hadn’t recognized Martin at all.

“Dinner’s in ten minutes,” Basira tells him, entering the room. After a moment’s pause, she asks, “How’re you holding up?”

“We’re okay,” he replies almost automatically, like a mantra he’ll believe if he just repeats it enough. He threads his fingers through Jon’s hair.

“Not what I asked. How are you, Martin?”

“I’m, um… I’m scared, pretty much all the time. End of the world, y’know? And Jon—he’s right here with me, I know that, and he’s doing a lot better, I think. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. But I just…I can’t lose him again.”

“Yeah. I get it,” Basira says, her gaze drifting toward the kitchen where Daisy is busy preparing something that…well, it looks almost like a chicken. “You’re his anchor, though, and he’s yours. I didn’t think that sort of thing really mattered. I mean, how could it? But it saved you from the Lonely. It brought Daisy back to me.”

“You think it can save him, too, if it comes to that?”

Basira shrugs. “It’s all we’ve got right now.”

—

Jon is distracted all through dinner, like he’s trying to catch the lyrics of a song playing quietly in the other room. It will be worse in London, Martin fears, but they can’t stay here forever. Jonah Magnus isn’t going to kill himself, after all.

Daisy pops the cork in a cheap bottle of champagne that she and Basira managed to scrounge up from a nearby village during their last supply run.

“So, think I might take up knitting,” she says. “Anyone else have an exciting resolution?”

Silence. It’s been quite a while since they let themselves contemplate anything beyond the immediate future.

“Fix the world, I guess?” Basira offers.

“Boring, but given the circumstances, I’ll allow it. Martin?”

“I suppose mine would be to start writing poetry again,” he says, sheepish.

“That’s more like it. What about you, Jon?”

There’s no answer. Jon is idly tracing impossible patterns—fractals, it looks like—on the surface of the wooden table.

Martin touches his hand. “Jon? Can you, um…see us?”

“Yes. Yes, I-I’m fine,” he says. “Sorry. What…”

“New Year’s resolutions. What’s yours?” Daisy asks. “Aside from finding a way to stop the eyepocalypse, obviously.”

“We are not calling it that.”

“Too late. You’re dodging the question, Sims.”

“I don’t know, honestly. I don’t want to hurt anyone else. And uh—I think we should get a cat.” The last part he says to Martin specifically, who isn’t sure it counts as a resolution, strictly speaking, but he’s not about to mention that.

“Yeah,” Martin says, smiling. “I think we should, too.”

Daisy turns to Basira. “C’mon, let’s leave the lovebirds in peace.”

Jon chokes on his champagne. Martin feels his cheeks flush. They don’t usually…talk about it. There’s a lot of things they don’t talk about, in fact.

“I’ve missed her,” Jon says softly. And he had, Martin could tell, although Jon never said as much aloud during their three weeks of respite (“The eye of the storm,” he called it later. Martin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.) He’s just grateful that Jon has a friend, someone who was there for the man he loves when Martin couldn’t be.

—

It’s getting late. Basira takes first watch; Daisy is dozing on the couch before her own shift. They ought to be asleep as well. Jon is considerably more lucid than he has been all day, though, if the guilty expression is any indication, and now he’s just sort of…clinging to Martin. He never thought Jon would be such a tactile person, not that he minds at all. Things have changed between them since the Lonely in a number of ways. He is perfectly content to hold Jon close like this for as long as possible. Words are still a bit more difficult. They’re both trying, the best they can.

“I’m sorry,” Jon whispers against Martin’s neck. “I keep ruining things. First Christmas and now…”

He is referring to another bad day; the Corruption, that time, or perhaps simply a normal illness intensified by Archivist powers. Jon had spent the entirety of Christmas in bed, delirious with fever, a blindfold tied tightly around his eyes. (It doesn’t actually stop the Seeing altogether, just helps take the edge off somewhat.) To be honest, it hardly even ranks in Martin’s personal top five worst Christmases.

“Can’t really blame you if the Eye’s a bit of a Grinch, right?”

Jon’s soft laugh, even muffled against Martin’s shoulder, has quickly become his favorite sound in the world.

“It’s just… I promised I wouldn’t leave you.”

“You didn’t leave me, Jon. And besides, we agreed not to apologize for—”

“—being trapped, unconscious, or otherwise incapacitated. I know. But you deserve so much better than all this, Martin, especially after everything else I’ve put you through this year.”

“You were in a coma. That wasn’t your fault, either. None of this is,” Martin says firmly.

Jon sighs. “I suppose.”

He’s probably just too tired to argue the point, but Martin will take it. This is enough for now. It’s got to be.

“It’s midnight,” Martin says.

“Is it? I don’t think—”

“Do you want to know how I know?”

“Uh…yes?”

“Because I really want to kiss you.”

“Oh. Right. Well, it is traditional.”

Martin can hear the smile in Jon’s voice, which he adds to his mental list of favorite sounds in the world as Jon kisses him.

Whatever the next year holds, they’re going to face it together.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonmartin #tma fanfic #tma fic

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kirstysthoughts · 7 years

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07/01 - I feel like I need to explain to someone what happened when I went out drinking with Ben - but they’d judge me. So I’m going to write it here.

It was on Tuesday 27th December, we exchanged gifts as soon as he got to my house. I bought him some chocolate caramel things and a personalized calendar, the pictures I chose were of the dogs he/his grandparents own or used to own because he is a dog lover and dogs mean a lot to him so it was a perfect well thought through present. When we exchanged gifts we tried to guess what everything was, so while he was opening the calendar gift wrap he was trying to guess what it was and didn’t succeed so I started smiling because I was excited to see his reaction but also nervous. When he finally opened it I felt as if he was skeptical of my choice of present and while looking through each picture/month I knew he was reacting but I wasn’t sure how - I wasn’t sure if I had somehow managed to annoy him. Then when he got to the last month (December) he said ‘this better not be Lotty’ a dog he used to have when he was young and his parents went through the divorce. He then hugged me and started crying so I quickly went to close the door since my parents were upstairs. He cried for a little while and then said that I know him better than anyone and he had been talking to his mum about it - it made me smile a lot and he also mentioned that he doesn’t wanna lose me which was sweet.

I should explain the part where we went out..

We had pre-drinks first, I was kindof annoyed about the fact he brought alcohol into the house and wasn’t very discrete about it and it still winds me up thinking about it, but he bought cider for us to drink before leaving the house. The first one we drank throughout half an hour/an hour and then the second we had to down, I couldn’t down mine but drank it as fast as I physically could - it was really pushing myself and felt HORRIBLE - I felt the acid keep coming up my throat and I was convinced multiple times that I was going to be sick. It made me feel ill for the next hour or so, so once we arrived at the first pub and ordered our drinks I couldn’t drink it because I felt like i was going to be sick - so he drank it for me so we could get to the next place before it got too busy. I’m glad we decided to change places because it had a much nicer atmosphere and was quieter - I really enjoyed our time there. I had a cider there, we had 4/5 jaegerbombs each and 2 sambucas. I loved the sambucas they tasted like maniseed so I really enjoyed it. We spoke about Mikey and his other work friends and played would you rather (have sex with). It allowed us to be very open with eachother and we were definitely honest which I appreciated. He mentioned he’d rather we be honest close friends rather than be weird sexual friends so I’ve taken that on board. During the day before going out he kept mentioning getting a blowjob while we were drunk - he was partially joking. When we left which was about 11:30pm I didn’t wanna go home yet because I thought my parents would force us to go to sleep and I really didn’t want the night to end yet so I asked if we could walk the long way home which is past a river, park and lots of houses. We held hands - it was random and he asked I dunno why we did it haha but it made me feel safer because it was so late (to me at least). We walked down and I said how much I’d loved our night. I’m not quite sure about the build up but when we got to the alley way near the river (where we used to sit at the start of our relationship to eat doughnuts and cookies we bought during our walks) and I gave him a blowjob. It was quite aggressive and involved deepthroating however I didn’t gag or anything - he had a torch to keep look out for anyone and I did it for a while and then I sat down on the wall while he took control and did it. Afterwards we walked home, still holding hands. I still didn’t wanna go back inside when we got to my house so we sat on a wall nearby and he tried to climb a tree which didn’t work so I forced him to sit down, it was cold but we were deep in conversation.

We went back eventually and walked into the house verrryyy quietly so not to wake my parents up (since it was now about 1 in the morning) the rest I can’t remember..

All I remember was 3 different seconds in time. The first was him behind me while I was in the correct position for anal, the second was with me on top of him - him telling my to be quieter and with him telling me to stop because he’d gone soft and the last was the briefest of all the seconds which was walking upstairs. I don’t remember getting into my room or even getting into bed. I just woke up in the morning with us spooning - it was an incredible feeling to be quite honest as his arm was around me and we were so close together which was amazing. I slowly started to recall the night, i wasn’t sure what happened downstairs I just remembered something had happened. I knew we couldn’t have had sex because I was on my period, but I really hoped we hadn’t had anal because whenever Ben insisted in the past I never wanted to, because I hate the idea of it, it disgusts me even now. There was no signs of anything downstairs, I had some water while I was there.

When I woke up more after cuddling more in bed (with him partially awake) I went to try and sleep on the floor - worrying about how my parents would react about the fact we slept in the same room rather than in separate rooms like we are supposed to and trusted to do. My mum got up eventually so I went into the bathroom to apologise as soon as I possibly could and she wasn’t happy, she asked if anything had happened and I said no, because really at the time I didn’t think anything had, but I probably would have lied anyways because otherwise she would have been even more annoyed.

When I came back in Ben was awake so I asked him what happened at the end of the night and I felt so ashamed, honestly I felt as if he took advantage of me - I know we were both drunk but he was more sober and in control than me and he knew my opinion on anal. I dunno, but in a weird way, since it happened it’s closure for our relationship. Which is good.

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