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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Glad You’re Here - Martin (The Rain)

I fucking LOVED this show, and I was so disappointed to see that there wasn’t much of a fandom for it. I swear I will build a fandom for this show up from the ground if I have to.

My Masterlist.

angst, hurt/comfort, x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: Injury, canon violence (if any). Not proofread.

Summary: Reader and Martin get into an argument, and Reader breaks off from the group on their own, hiding a nasty wound. It gets infected and they get terribly sick.

"You know what? Fine. Okay. I'm not going to die with the rest of you." I grit my teeth, glaring at the soldier in front of me. I took one last look at everyone, before turning away and tucking my knife back into its sheath on my thigh, limping off into the forest.

The previous fight against the people trying to take Rasmus had taken a toll on all of us, but they had regrouped quickly; and my own group was already more than ready to fight for him again. They were a bunch of idiots. A bunch of idiots that were willing to get themselves killed for that stupid boy. I told myself. I wasn't going to lose anymore people for him. Not again.

My foot suddenly caught on a tree root, sending me tumbling to the ground. I panted, clutching the now open wound on my side and rolling onto my back. I blinked hard as my vision spun, noticing the dark clouds begin to roll in. Cursing under my breath, I staggered to my feet and set off in a random direction at a clumsy pace. I had no idea where I was.

Maybe I was going to be the idiot to die.

I shook my head at that thought, stumbling forward and gripping onto trees for support. I had been severely injured during our last fight, being shot once, and winged another time, as well as breaking my ankle. I had lost a lot of blood, and I was still weak from it and struggling to recover. Being too stubborn to accept help, I hadn't even set my ankle, to avoid suspicion. Our medical supplies were limited, and everyone else had been injured worse.

I suddenly spotted what looked like a school in the distance, and I breathed out a sigh of relief, picking up my pace. And not a moment's too soon I opened the door forcefully, as a heavy downpour began. I wandered around aimlessly before heading straight for the nurse's office. There wasn't much left-it had been looted already, it looked like-but in a drawer, I found a half empty bottle of painkillers. I immediately shook some out into my palm, downing them with a gulp of water. I began to search for other things I would need; bandages, and antibiotics for the winged shot on my side that I was sure had been infected by now. I managed to find bandages and gauze, but only empty bottles of antibiotics. Not even any alcohol.

I grimaced as I opened my water bottle, which wasn't even half full. I tugged my shirt up, removing the bandage with a wince. The wound was an angry, swollen red all around it and it was hot to the touch. With a grimace, I poured about half of my remaining water over it, which did little to clean it. I did all that I could do, securing a gauze pad over it and beginning to work on the one in my abdomen. Afterwards, I wrapped my ankle tightly in gauze and tape, stabilizing it the best I could, and curled onto the cot tiredly.

I woke up shivering and burning. I turned onto my side with a small groan, pulling the thin blanket over me. The amount of energy it took just to do that should have been concerning to me, but a fog had settled over my brain, and I would have felt almost in a dream-like state had it not been for the terrible pain I felt all over. Each breath was difficult and painful. My mouth was terribly, painfully dry, but I was unable to reach for my water bottle. I stared at it longingly until I finally succumbed to fatigue once again.

A shuffling awoke me this time, and I jolted up in alarm, struggling onto my elbows with renewed strength. My eyes darted around, and my hand hesitantly went to the knife on my thigh before I realized it had an IV hooked to it. Footsteps rounded the corner, and I shrank back, hastily pulling the IV out and swinging my legs over the cot. I immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea hit me, hard. I hunched over, fighting the urge to throw up, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched back, my head snapping up to meet the threat.

"Martin?" I croaked out, my eyes slowly bringing his face into focus. Completely forgetting our argument, I slumped against him in relief. He wrapped his arms around me, tenderly rubbing my back, before he suddenly pulled away, resting the back of his hand against the side of my neck and frowning. He pressed a hand to my chest, gently urging me to lie back on the cot. For once, I complied, feeling weak and helpless. I relaxed into the cot with a small sigh, watching as he stood up.

"Don't leave me." I mumbled, managing to catch his fingers with mine. He looked at our intertwined hands for a moment, before taking his hand back and leaving the room without a word. The feeling of regret hung heavy over me, making it even harder to breathe. I drew in a labored breath, closing my eyes, and knowing that I was at least safe now. I trusted that, no matter what terms we were on, Martin wouldn't let any harm come to me.

Before I could drift off again, I heard his footsteps coming back down the hall. I forced my heavy eyelids open, eyeing him wearily as he approached me with something in his hands that I couldn't make out. He sat on my bedside, taking the IV I had tugged out into his hands carefully, and holding his hand out for my arm. I groaned, tucking my arm under the sheets.

"They're antibiotics." He insisted. He knew about my fear of needles.

"I'm fine." I protested, attempting to sit up again. He eyed me carefully as I did so, but made no move to stop me. My jaw clenched, and my face screwed up in pain, but I managed to prop myself against the corner, a pale, shaky hand settling over my injured abdomen. I tried to ignore the burning heat coming from the wound.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked tiredly.

"At the bunker." He replied shortly, looking away.

"I'm sorry." I started, my timid voice barely above a whisper. "It's just..We've lost so many people already and seeing that almost happen to you…" I hesitated. "..yesterday..? I can't…I don't want to lose you-" I broke off before my voice could crack, looking down at my feet.

"I know. I understand, but we're in this together. Nobody gets to go running off." He finally met my gaze, looking exhausted.

"I'm sorry." I repeated, breaking off with a cough and a wheeze. He gave me a concerned glance.

"That happened three days ago." He eventually informed me, eyeing me up and down for my reaction.

"Oh." I whispered. "How long have you been here?"

"Two days."

"Martin I-" I began. He immediately cut me off.

"Don't, not right now. I'm just glad you're still here. I thought you were gone."

He took me in his arms, holding me tightly to his chest, the gesture admitting how scared he had been at the thought of losing me. I held onto him as tight as I could, sucking in a shaky breath and then wincing. His hands began to gently run across my back in a comforting manner. I relaxed into him in exhaustion. He was careful as he gently pulled me down onto the cot with him, tucking an arm securely around my waist. I sighed contentedly, knowing we were both safe right now, in the current moment. That was all that mattered.

#the rain #the rain netflix #martin the rain #the rain martin #the rain martin x reader #martin x reader #simone and martin #i still respect them and i absolutely love their relationship #but the ending ugh #they deserved SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT #the rain fanfiction #the rain netflix fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #the rain angst

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ezrazzle · 22 days

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After slowly chipping away at this for a while, I'm finally done drawing the cast of The Magnus Archives!

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wilkoakdraws · 5 months

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My 2023 Inktober, done all as Magnus Archives illustrations!

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melandrops · 8 months

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the key to enjoying the magnus archives is understanding that every single person is a bitch. name a character and i can tell you right now they have the most petty bitchy tendencies. you have to understand that all of these characters are absolutely insufferable bitches and there's nothing any of us can do except say slay king live your truth. they served cunt and if innocents died along the way that's none of my business thank you

#whether youre an avatar of a fear #or....an avatar of a fear with slightly more of a moral compass #youre a bitch #i think sasha is the only person that isnt a bitch #but i think if she'd had more screen time #we would have seen her true side #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #basira hussain #melanie king #georgie barker #tim stoker #daisy tonner #elias bouchard #peter lukas #simon fairchild

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juuxzi · 7 months

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Fall in love again || Everything in you

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #betty groff #petrigroff #minerva campbell #martin mertens #minerva mertens #finn mertens #illusts

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nuooage · 2 months

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#swann arlaud #im sorry #la joie de vivre #lazare #crawl #crawl 2012 #martin #baden baden #simon #elles #elles 2011

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morphomolva · 2 months

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#tma spoilers #the magnus archive spoilers #the magnus archives #magnus archives #my art #tma podcast #lonelyeyes #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #helen distortion #peter lukas #elias bouchard #simon fairchild #I love you Helen in particular #doodlysketch

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dcartcorner · 8 months

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Elsewhere AU (bundle 3) ft. Jane Prentiss and a Mysterious Librarian who is definitely a ghost, as far as they are concerned.

#tma #the magnus archives #fanart #elsewhere au #peter lukas #simon fairchild #elias bouchard #jane prentiss #martin blackwood

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redrobin-detective · 7 months

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I find it completely hilarious to think after Simon was freed from the crown and got to be himself in Ooo that he and Finn have a close relationship that neither of them understand.

Finn views Simon as a fellow human, someone he saw at their lowest point and now is on the upswing and now they can be buddies and go on adventures together. He also wants to do sleepovers all the time, what a bro. Simon sure is fussy with him, like Jake sometimes is, must be because they're such good friends.

Simon meanwhile is going around to people in Ooo like 'why did you let a child/teenager live alone in a treehouse with a dog and access to weaponry while making him fight monsters?' and when no one stepped up, Simon unofficially claimed Finn as his own. He checks in regularly, goes over a brings groceries, cleans up the treehouse, educates Finn as best he can on human anatomy, culture, history as well as other stuff.

Its so obvious to everyone - especially Marcy who is laughing her ass off in the background - that the former Ice King is trying to parent Finn who doesn't get it and proceeds to friendzone the hell out of his father figure.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #finn the human #finn mertens #the idea of finn friendzoning a father figure is so funny #he has such bad experiences with parents in that joshua died when he was young and martin was a piece of shit #so Finn has such positive affection for Simon he just *cant* see him as a dad #Simon is dading the shit out of finn and its going over the idiots lil bear covered head #Simon and Jake (before he dies) have weekly phone calls on hows Finn doing and who gets custody this week #Simon makes sure every house he gets has a spare room for his kids #Finn crashes there a lot after Jake and Simon relishes the chance to dote and take care of his little boy #Finn meanwhile is like 'man Simon is a real bro a true friend a real good dude'

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masao-micchi · 1 year

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I love the idea that Jmart is trying to flirt with each other and Elias is doing the very stereotypical Father ™ moves to Martin like “if you hurt my son I swear to the EYE—“

dating jon in this universe is 100x much harder

ok maybe im having way too much fun with this idea LMAOAOAOA

good luck martin you’re gonna need tons of it

More of this AU here

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vickozone · 5 months

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TMA doodle dump

+ updated trauma chart

ignore my bad handwriting

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thermodynamic-comedian · 4 months

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i wanna talk about tma characters and the concept of a facade. because i have a lot of thoughts.

so most people understand how ironic it is to characterize martin blackwood as a soft boy that can do no wrong, because one of the most interesting parts of his character is how much of a subversion of that trope he is. he's manipulating people by acting like that. this is addressed in the canon. he wants everyone to like him, and he knows he'll almost always get what he wants if he puts up this facade.

something people talk about a bit less, but is still equally canon, is that gertrude robinson was doing basically the same thing. pretending to be just a boring old woman, when she's actually extremely clever and ruthless. she plays into everyone's pre-existing biases and assumptions masterfully to hide just how competent she really is. she knows exactly what she's doing, and she's willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for the sake of her self-appointed mission. characterizing her as a grandmother figure is the funniest form of irony to me.

but do you know who isn't putting up a facade? do you know who isn't changing their behavior to affect your idea of them?

the older avatars.

peter lukas isn't pretending to be passive-aggressive and overly cheery, he just kind of...is. why would he ever bother putting up a facade? he doesn't want people to like him. his authentic self is this talkative yet asocial man, who specifically aims to be awkward and unlikeable.

people say that simon fairchild's polite and carefree demeanor is an act, but i really don't think that's true either. i guess i might see it differently because i personally resonate the most with the vast out of all the fears, but i really think that a lot of that behavior makes perfect sense for his character. he doesn't think that anything in life matters. his personality reflects the lightness and carefree nature of that mindset. he just doesn't care. he does everything for fun. he's not pretending to be anything he isn't.

this could be me reaching, but honestly, i don't think even jonah magnus is putting up that much of a facade. he's lying, sure. he's manipulating people, obviously. but he's not changing his behavior in order to do that. even in mag 160, there's no big, henry mildmay-esque "dropping of the act" when he has his monologue. if you look at his behavior as elias bouchard, it's exactly the same as the little bits of him that we get to see in s5. the elias whose last words are "good luck" is the exact same elias as the one who always greeted basira with "hello, detective".

humans put up an act. monsters don't bother to.

#now that last part kinda contradicts my other interpretation #but im not gonna get into all that (<- girl who's praying for someone to ask her to get into all that)#not in this post. but a girl can dream #the magnus archives #tma #tma analysis #tma meta #martin blackwood #gertrude robinson #peter lukas #simon fairchild #jonah magnus #elias bouchard #tma spoilers #mag 160

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mpetrohero · 4 months

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You cannot pick Jon. It’s not allowed. If you were allowed to pick Jon we’d all pick Jon and he would simply win. *Freddy Fazbear har har tune* Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon