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insuspensa · 3 years

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JonElias week, Day 5: “You have nowhere else to go.” | Post-MAG68.

Elias spends Jon's ride back to the house stealing glances at him through the driver’s eyes, feeling a curl of satisfaction as he puts together his own idea of what must have happened in the tunnels; an idea that blooms closer to the actual Knowledge of the truth the closer Jon gets to him. He doesn't indulge in it, though; for once, he wants to hear it first-hand. He wants to hear for himself, in Jon's words, if something has marked - no matter how lightly - his Archivist tonight.

He's already waiting, when Jon pounds on the door, but he waits just a moment more before turning the lock and opening up to Jon and the frigid January air.

"Goodness, Jon." Elias looks him over, concerned but assessing. "Come in. You look a fright."

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In the split second before the door opens, Jon is afraid. What if it's the same as it was with Sasha? No, that's stupid — the driver was fine. Jon thinks he was fine, anyway. He rubs at the back of his arm, hugging it tight to himself.

And then, there's Elias, awash in gentler light than the street, and he's —

He's himself. Jon huffs out a hard breath that puffs up in the air between them, and then before he can stop himself, he's bolting over the threshold and straight into Elias, smashing himself into his chest and wrapping his arms around him. Somehow, Jon is out of breath. His lungs burn from the cold.

"You're—" No, not saying that, that would be insane. All of this, actually, is pretty insane. Jon straightens himself up, looks up at Elias. "Sorry, it's just." He laughs humourlessly, his eyes wild and his breath still shallow and uneven. "I've had a hell of a time."

inspired by/excerpt from writing by me & @paradisepuppet.

#jonelias #elias bouchard #jonathan sims #joneliasweek2021 #my art #sorry if this looks janky before expanding on mobile i don't know how to fix that

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joneliasweek · 3 years

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paradisepuppet2 · 3 years

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jonelias week 2021 - “At least it can’t get any worse.“ - a playlist for the dawning of a new world

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literatehiss · 3 years

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A Study of Love

Written for Day 5 on JonEliasWeek2021. Prompt: Soulmate AU Jon had been born with a soul mark rejected. A burning brand of silvery-grey on his wrist that would forever mark him as unlovable.

Elias thinks otherwise.

Read on AO3 here Jon hadn’t meant to do it.

It was an accident. Tim and Melanie’s twin aggression, powerless against the beings that were destroying them and so turning that anger on him, not that he didn’t deserve it. A shove from Tim that sent Jon *falling* and the sudden vertigo clutched at his heart as it had in Mike Crew’s apartment not all that long ago. The words came out of him before he had even fully recovered from hitting the floor, anger and fear curling around the words and turning them into a dagger.

“What is your problem, Tim?” And well. Tim told him, told him everything and everyone in the Archives watched as Jon ripped the words out of Tim’s head.

The knife was in Melanie’s hand before he had even managed to get to his feet and Basira was calling Daisy only a few feet away.

He hadn’t meant to do it.

But no one cared.

A curl of black lettering that had burned its way onto his skin on his 14th birthday, almost throbbing under the cuff of his shirt.

He ran. Out of His Archives and up. Up into the bustling halls of the Institute. Up further towards the uppermost floor of the old building.

He didn’t knock as he pushed his way into Elias’s office, blissfully empty, though for how long he was unsure. Slumping in the chair opposite Elias’ he crossed his arms on the table and rested his aching head, panting breath rushing over the grey words on his wrist. They burned a little, they always did after he used his powers, though not necessarily in a bad way.

He peeled his shirt sleeve up, revealing the words that should have been black, or even white if he was unlucky, not the strange grey that had the other children estrange him for at school.

Grey Soulmarks were not completely unheard of. It signified a complete rejection of the bond. Being born with a grey mark, however, was almost never heard of (Though he had done a little research about it and there was a very interesting study of a very lonely young woman who was born with a grey mark. She had apparently met the young man in question and had seemed to be in a very happy relationship. The research paper had had to redact the name of her soulmate, however, due to one of the journal's funding partners causing a bit of fuss about it. And the woman had gone missing a few years later when Jon went digging.) The thing is, he knew the person on his wrist.

It was the reason he joined the Institute. There was even a painting of the man himself hung up behind Elias’s chair. The man had died long before he was born. Long before his own grandparents had even been born.

So he at least knew that for whatever reason Jonah Magnus had rejected their bond, it at least had been nothing personal.

He ran his fingers over the words, pressing his lips to the name of the only man who could ever understand him.

A thud and a shout from outside. His assistants' angry voices demanding he come out.

A familiar, smooth voice, calling for calm, calling for peace. The sound of footsteps slowly walking away. The door opened behind him and Jon awaited the inevitable berating.

Instead, he felt a hand in his hair, a pleased hum.

A slight burning in his soul mark.

The familiar click of Elias's shoes against the floor as he walked around to his side of the desk.

Silence.

“Come now Jon, calm down you are alright. Well done for coming to me.”

“Felt safe here. Felt safe with you even though I shouldn’t”

The increased burning in his soulmark almost distracted him from the glint in Elias’s cold grey eyes. A pleased little grin on his face at Jon’s accidental admission. He opened his mouth to dig himself out of what he had just said, Elias interrupting him before he could get anything substantial out.

“Now Jon, there's no need to lie. I am glad you feel safe with me. I just want what’s best for you after all.”

They stayed there, sat in silence for quite some time, the only sound the clicking of Elias’s keyboard as he typed away at his computer. A sudden stop in the typing, the slight shuffle of fabric, an… interested hum.

“Remind me, Jon. Why did you join the Institute?”

“I doubt you forgot that easily Elias. I was fascinated by the supernatural and the institute is a world leader on research into the occult.” And Mr. Spider of course, but Elias didn’t need to know that. “And well, I showed you my soul mark, what better way to feel close to him than to work in the institute he founded?”

Another hum. Elias got up from his chair and walked back around to Jon’s side of the table. Jon peering up from where his head lay cradled in his arms. A slender hand reached out towards him, the ring that 80% of the Institute was trying to work out if it was a wedding band or not, not currently being worn. Jon felt his soul-marked arm be pulled out from under him and the sleeve slowly lifted to reveal it. He turned his eyes away, even when he heard Elias's startled breath, overdramatic of course, he had seen it before. A sharp fingernail tracing the old-fashioned lettering.

He was fed up, he yanked his arm away from Elias, pulling his sleeve back down, but not before he caught a glimpse of it.

A glimpse of black.

His soulmark had turned black.

A man, who had been dead for hundreds of years, had suddenly decided to love him back.

#joneliasweek2021

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jon-elias · 3 years

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Hi there! I'm a mod for the JonElias Prompt Week Event @joneliasweek2021 and we're just about to kickstart the event! Our prompts will be released 6/19 and the week itself will be 7/11-7/17. Our FAQ and schedule are up on the blog, and our askbox is always open for questions, so feel free to ask! Wanted to let you know this is happening, feel free to reblog if you'd like to support! -Mod Guess

I’m super excited already!! 🤩🤩🤩

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thornandbriar · 3 years

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Thank you for letting me know; it sounds like something I would like to participate in.

#spktext #jonelias

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charlie-artlie · 3 years

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Jonelias week day 3: “We’ve got a problem”

This one is completely unhinged and i have no excuse ._.

[ID: a black and white comic featuring jon and elias from the magnus archives. Jon is a thin man with short black hair and square glasses with a goatee and scars on his face. Elias is a taller thin man with short neat combed black hair, he is wearing a suit with high heel boots. In the first panel elias is leaning seductively against the doorframe to jons office and is saying “Jonathan, we’ve got a problem…”. Jon is in the foreground looking panicked with sweat shooting off his face. He is saying “Oh god what WHAT what is it now what’s wrong?!!??!”. In the next two panels elias is leaning his elbow against the doorframe with his head resting on his hand, and his other hand propped against his hip. Elias begins, looking upset, “I’ve been invited to an event…hosted by other avatars…”. Then he looks at jon without moving from his jaunty pose, and he has flirty little sparkles around his face. “…and i happen to be in need of a date.” In the final panel jon is aghast, crudely drawn like the “Tails Get’s Trolled” meme. In the background, partially faded out, elias is rambling on and on about his strict expectations for their date.]

#the magnus archives #jonelias #joneliasweek2021 #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #tma #arts #my brain has been absolute mush these past couple of weeks so #i hope this is comprehendable

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runefells · 3 years

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Jonelias Week, Day 4: ‘I don’t feel very well.’

Yeah idk I can’t look at this anymore

#jonelias #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #the magnus archives #tma #joneliasweek2021 #my art #I’m going to hate this in the morning the sketch went thru 50 different iterations each getting further and further from the prompt #ugh

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insuspensa · 3 years

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jonelias week day 2:

Elias and Jonathan Bouchard have a perfectly happy marriage, but sometimes, Elias dreams. Oneshot for JonElias Week 2021, "Domestic AU" prompt.

#jonelias #joneliasweek2021 #posting a day early due to work :^)

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paradisepuppet2 · 3 years

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Carrying on his grandmother's legacy is a price too high for Jon to pay. He thinks so, anyway, until he's offered a way out.

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for joneliasweek2021 - prompt: "we have a problem."

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literatehiss · 3 years

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You own (my) a heart

Written for Day 3 of JonEliasWeek Prompts: Entity swap & “We have a problem" Descriptions of Violence Jon needed to get rid of his rather clingy ex, Simon gives him the contact details of his favourite problem solver Read on AO3 here In one reality. Jonah Magnus leant into his love of knowledge, of watching those around him and knowing their deepest secrets. In another he made another, more violent, choice.

Who needs to control people through knowing things about them, when you could break all of their fingers and achieve a very similar outcome. All it took was yet another party with yet another group of rich rats laughing and making snide comments about him, an anger that almost scared him bubbling up until he took a cake knife to the throat of one of them. They fell quickly and he panted, satisfied over their cooling bodies. It wasn’t regret that filled him once the bloodlust faded, closer to irritation, a mild fear perhaps. He couldn’t kill everyone in the room, even if he had wanted to, far too many of the guests had fled the hall that the party was located in. He had ruined his own life. “It was worth it” a voice whispered in his head like music. Another idle thought led him to carve out the man’s heart and replace it with his own. A messy, frantic business that he barely managed to do before the lack of blood flow killed him. At least he wouldn’t get put in one of those awful prisons, he thought in his last moments.

And then he woke up. A new body, a new life, an old, scarred heart.

A man willing to kill anyone put in front of him and able to never be caught was a valuable ally indeed. A laughing Italian artist and an irritable merchant-sailor who had stayed while the rest of the sheep fled the party made fine allies, even if Jonah would never call them friends. One taken by the fear of heights and the other so deeply entrenched in his own loneliness that Jonah was surprised the man could even bring himself to introduce himself to him.

Centuries passed. Bodies of his victims taken and shed like ill-fitting suits. He would find bodies that he quite liked occasionally, and would do his best to keep them, but all would eventually fall to the curse of old age. Elias had been such a body, he had stayed in that one for almost 20 years by the time he met the youngest Fairchild.

Jonathan couldn’t remember the first time he met Simon, he had been very young when his mother had died and even younger when she had started to spend more time with the Fairchilds, taking her young son with her, in an act even the other Fairchild’s thought was fairly irresponsible.

Even when his mother has passed away, damn the Corruption, Simon still came and visited him at his grandmother’s. Not often of course, but at least once every year or so. There were two main reasons for this.

First, Simon Fairchild was 500 years old and hated being bored. It turns out after so many centuries, quite a few things started to become boring.

Second. Children love getting thrown around. Simon didn’t particularly know why kids were born with a complete lack of fear for his Patron, but it was entertaining to just throw the various Fairchild children around. And as he grew older, Jonathan never seemed to get tired of it or grow scared as other children did. So Simon just kept coming back.

Jon had always been a quiet child, had always been the one bullied rather than the one doing the bullying. Despite Simon’s encouragement, he would never be the sort of child to go pushing the other children off of things, to watch them shriek as they fell. He was the sort of child, however, who would happily look up at the stars for hours and hours, long after he should have been asleep. Simon would join him sometimes, he preferred the endless blue of the day, but he could still appreciate the true eternity of space. He told Jon of his plans for a Space Station, the Daedelus, and that he was looking for someone to send up there, and then had to fend off the enthusiastic pleas to send Jon up there. He only managed to calm the young boy down with the assurance that he needed someone who would be scared of the Vastness of space, not someone who would have “Far too much fun up there”. Anyway, it was going to take quite a while to set up everything, Jon might not be interested in space by then, he teased.

Jon could remember the first person he sent into the Vast in perfect detail, even years later. Bullies had started to leave him alone, not because he wasn’t a target, but because it was hard to do anything to a kid who could climb up onto the roofs of school buildings to escape them. He was about fifteen, walking home from school, when one of the school yard bullies caught sight of him (on solid ground for once) and couldn’t help but race after the younger boy, tackling him to the ground. He looked at the younger teen’s face, expecting tears. Jon had always had dark brown eyes, but to this young bully he was sure that they were fully black, like the pupil had expanded so far as to replace his iris. And in those deep, dark eyes were the twinkling of lights, like the stars in the sky. The world went dark around him, Jon vanished from beneath him and he was suspended in space, surrounded by stars that never seemed to end. No sign of the sky or the ground. Before he began to fall.

And fall.

No one ever found the young bully’s body and Jon would never tell, but when Simon came knocking a few days later, he couldn’t help the proud grin on his face when the missing teenager was mentioned.

That bully might have been the first but he was nowhere close to the last. Various bullies and cruel teachers vanished from his school in the time he was there, a habit which continued into University. When his grandmother died, SImon was there with a hand on his shoulder and an invitation to join the Fairchilds that was eagerly accepted. He hadn’t finished University by the time the Daedelus rocket was set off, something he would complain about every time he saw Simon, well into his mid-20’s.

Jon was at home, a rather nice apartment that Simon paid for him, when there was a knock at his door, a glance at who was there and Jon groaned. He’d had fun at University, had dated around a bit before he met Georgie and their almost inevitable break-up and he hadn’t bothered since then. Most of his ex’s were either still friendly or he had sent them into the Vast. An efficient way to get rid of asshole exes, except for one. Jack was an adrenaline Junkie, he loved heights, did not get vertigo and most definitely was not weirded out by the mini planetarium Jon had set up in the unused bedroom of the house he stayed in at University. Jack was harder to get rid of, as proved by the fact that he was knocking at Jon’s door. His normal methods didn’t work on the man and he didn’t want to admit to Simon that he was afraid of a random man, unaffiliated with any of the Powers. Not that it stopped Simon from knowing. Three days into Jon’s self-imposed isolation to avoid the man who was camping outside his doorway, a business card was left on the window sill of an open window.

Elias Bouchard

Problem Solver

And then a number and email.

Unlike Jon, Jack needed to eat and eventually he left, leaving Jon enough time to leave his apartment and flee to one of the spacious Fairchild residences. He called the number on the card, he quite liked his apartment and would like to go back without an ex, who kicked a cat on their way home from the pub once, lurking outside his house.

The voice and the other end was charming, assuring him that Jack would be gone and that there would be no link to himself. He also laughed at Jon’s awkward jokes and stated that he “couldn’t wait to meet him” though he qualified that as that he was excited to meet another friend of Simon’s, but the three second hesitation before he said that was enough to make Jon flush.

Jon honestly forgot about the whole deal until two weeks later. He was still staying in the Fairchild house about an hour away from his apartment, when a sharp knock came from the door. One of his “cousins” went to get the door but came back saying that it was for Jon, one of Simon’s friends.

The man at the door was nothing like what Jon had expected. Well dressed and calm, Bouchard shifted a package so that he could shake Jon’s hand. He handed over the package, and watched as Jon peeled away the paper. Inside lay a still bloody heart.

“As you can see. I dealt with your problem Jonathan.”

“Um, Jon is fine.” he couldn’t stop looking at the heart, dripping blood on the stone steps that lead up to the door. The other man smiled widely.

“Then you must call me Elias.”

Jon just nodded, still morbidly distracted.

“Simon will pay you if that’s your sort of thing.”

“Hmm, normally yes, but for you I will waive the charge. Though I would happily accept payment in the form of a date if you are agreeable?”

Jon looked away from the heart, back to the rather handsome man on his doorstep. He watched as the man’s smile dropped slightly as he stepped back inside. Jon placed the heart down on the side table next to the door, someone else could deal with that he thought, and grabbed his jacket. By the time he stepped back out the front door, shutting it behind him, Elias was fiddling with a knife and looked up at him, surprised.

“Well… Are you busy?”

The knife slipped back up into Elias’s sleeve and the grin came back to his face.

“For you? Never”

#joneliasweek2021

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