#joneliasweek2024

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JonElias Week Day 1: Try Again

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[cornmagnate]

Jonelias Week | Entity Swap

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Jonelias Week 2024

Sunday, August 25st:

Setting: No Powers | Prompt: Try Again

Monday, August 26th:

Setting: Royal | Prompt: Forbidden Affair

Tuesday, August 27th:

Setting: Sick | Prompt: Confessions

Wednesday, August 28th:

Setting: Hurt/Comfort | Prompt: Last Words

Thursday, August 29th:

Setting: Sci-Fi | Prompt: Firsts

Friday, August 30th:

Setting: Time Travel | Prompt: Old Memories

Saturday, August 31st:

Setting: Entity Swap | Prompt: Fatal Attraction

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[sleepybugeyes]

In the Eye of the Beholder

drawn for joneliasweek!

[klm-zoflorr]

*crawls out of hell to drop this fic, wet and hideous like the month old cat embryo it is, at your feet*

Yeehaw! I made a new thing! For @joneliasweek !

Prompt: Firsts

Summary: I'm basically drawing parallels between a few of JE's firsts. As my own spin on it, the firsts are mostly relating eye stuff (Woah!)

[somuchbetterthanthat]

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."

"Well, you're young," Elias says, amused. "You haven't met many people yet."

Jon frowns. "Are there others?" he asks. "How many? Is this a -- what, a polite zombie apocalypse? Vampires? A strange mutant gene?"

"Nothing as dull as that, I'm afraid; but shouldn't we start at the beginning, Jonathan? What don't you tell me what you see?"

"I --" Jon wavers, hesitant. Elias decides he might as well make a proper gesture of goodwill, and leaves work fully behind to get up, closing the distance between Jon to offer him his hand, the very same Jon had only accepted to shake after being hired with his little black gloves on. Jon looks back at him, takes a deep breath, and remove the very same glove from his left hand this time and, very carefully, brush his fingers over Elias' opened palm.

Elias shudders; despite centuries of life, there is still something sickeningly terrifying about watching his skin immediately wrinkle and pale, a few patch of it simply falling off into ashes to reveal dull, white bone underneath -- no blood, no warmth, nothing but the End --

It's ever so embarassing to be the first to remove his hand, but he does it all the same. All the while Jon's eyes have darkened still, somehow, and now they stare at him with such bottomless, cold hunger that Elias worries a moment he'll push; Elias also cannot help but lean forwards. What if they kissed? he wonders. Would Jon manage to undo centuries of good and horrid work in a moment? Does Jon have the power to kill yet, or will the fear still be enough to sustain him, once he grow stronger? It's something Elias usually appreciate, how passive Death can be in its certainty It shall always get what It wants in the End.

But then his God goes and picks some young avatars like Jon, brimming with life and the urge for action, and it begs the question --

"You should be dead," Jon murmurs. "And that still makes you afraid, even now. I can see -- every second you are stealing from others, every missed heartbeats that sends you hunting, every moment you are walking when you should be rotting in the earth and I know -- I know you know that you are already rotting, as we speak; you live and talk and breath but you are dead, you've been dead for centuries --"

"It's a bargain I've made, and it's not entirely displeasing, usually," Elias says, after a beat. Jon blinks and seems to come back to himself, his face crumbling into a mixture of guilt, curiosity and terror, and he hastily put his glove back on. "Very impressive," Elias tells him, to regain full control of his senses and the situation. "Is that how it is for everyone you touch, then?"

"...Yes," Jon mutters, reluctantly, fleeing his gaze now. "It -- it didn't use to be so... so much but it's been getting... hard. Since university."

"Fascinating," Elias breathes. Terrible, the way he has to resist his own impulsve to embrace Jon fully. The body has a funny way of craving Death in all its form, even when the mind firmly wants it away. "Why don't you sit down, then? Let's talk about it all. There is many things we might be able to do for one another in the long run, I'm rather sure of it."

[doorhusband]

jonelias week '24 doodles

howdy!! things got busy this year, so i couldnt do much for jeweek. however! i did some doodles so i figured id post em. i also wrote a little fic for day 7 where you can read here:

[rhywhitefang]

This is art I did for @joneliasweek, it is directly inspired by this fic (Looking Past your Flaws) by @2ofswords and they helped me a lot with picking the motive. Please check out their fic, it's genuinely incredible!

Process under the cut

[sl1nkie]

submitting myself to the mortifying ordeal of being known & promoting my fic here as well 😳

behold!

ao3 info under the cut :3

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Relationship: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Elias Bouchard | Jonah MagnusJonathan "Jon" Sims | The ArchivistMichael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives)

Additional Tags: Sickfic, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: e101 Another Twist (The Magnus Archives), Joneliasweek2024, Hurt Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, a little bit. as a treat, POV Alternating, It/Its Pronouns For Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), No beta we kayak like Tim

Language: English

Summary:

'As Jon realised he wouldn’t be getting answers, and worried his ruckus will cause other employees to come up to the office, Jon decided to just open the door. What he found was most peculiar. Elias was sleeping soundly on his desk, using some coffee stained documents as a pillow.' Elias literally worries himself sick.

[beheldandcompelled]

Day 1 @joneliasweek LETS GOOO

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58459915

No Powers / Try Again

[2ofswords]

My first fic for the Jonelias week 2024... and also my first Jonelias fic! I had a lot of fun figuring out how to write the two. ^^ They are living rent-free in my brain, which is very appropriate, I suppose.

This one is for the prompt “try again”. It contains a lot of introspection. And stalking!

Hopfefully this is only my first work for the week out of two! I have a second fic in mind, but that one is a bit more... elaborate, so we shall see, if I can get it done in time...

Ao3 Info is under the cut!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus Additional Tags: The Magnus Archives Season 2, Pre-Relationship, Canon Compliant, kind of?, two avatars of the eye looking at each other, what will they do?, apparently nothing but stare and monologue, is it mutual pining when all parties repress their own feelings?, Mutual Stalking, Jonelias Week 2024 (The Magnus Archives) Summary:

Jon is desperate to get past Elias' defenses. Jonah wishes that the man would rather not.

[hauntedteacups]

Last known photograph of Jonah Magnus, one of 19th Century Britain's most prolific academics with a focus on the paranormal. The identity of the photograph's other subject is unknown.

JonElias Week Day 6: Time Travel

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Jonelias week!!!!!!

It has begun!

[thepastisaroadmap]

Summary: Jon is rattled by Jane Prentiss’s statement and has a migraine. Elias helps.

Written for @joneliasweek's hurt/comfort prompt.

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[somuchbetterthanthat]

Jonelias day 3! It's when people start to realize that, wait, I truly do have an endless recurring theme, huh. Setting: sick // Prompt: confessions

This... was not what Elias had expected. The goal, of course, had always been for Jon to be marked by the encounter in some fashion, and Elias had been eagerly waiting for it. This was to be the first stepping stone to his grand and final plan, after all, the apotheosis of centuries of work -- And yet, as Jon laid down on the ground, worms burrying into his skin, there had been no satisfaction whatsoever.

Hours later, Jon trembling with fever in Elias's bed, Elias still couldn't make out what had gone wrong -- or, rather, he feared he understood too well, but the idea was so ludicrous it was hard to entertain.

Half gone from both the sickness and the medication he'd taken for it, Jon was murmuring under his breath bribes of statements, mostly from the Corruption, his voice regularly shifting to the pitch of Jane Prentiss. Elias sat next to him, running a fresh wet towel over his face and neck, and kept staring, and staring, and staring.

Jon was going to be better in the morning -- he was too tied to the Institute for a few worms to claim him, and even if he hadn't, the spiders were protecting him; a few had slipped under his tongue a couple of hours ago, no doubt to devour the last remains of the unwanted parasites. Elias ought to let them to it, ought to let Jon to it, have him fully take in the encounter so that he may wake up stronger, changed, more beautiful still than he'd already been --

But he couldn't. Just as he hadn't been able to stop himself from bringing Jon home to him, ignoring Jon's fervent and exhausted insistence he was going to be just fine on him own despite having fainted mere minutes before, while finishing to interview Martin. Just he hadn't been able to stop his arm from pulling the handle of the fire sprinklers much earlier than first planned.

"I didn't think you'd care," Jon had muttered in the car, shivering, annoyed and quiet and still painfully grateful not to be alone after all this, no matter what he said out loud.

"You almost died, Jon," Elias had retorted, voice tight.

"Maybe you'll believe me next time I tell you a supernatural monster is hunting us," Jon had snarked, before slouching a little bit more into the car seat, eyes half closing. "You saved me, though. I guess I haven't said thank you yet, have I?"

"Rest," Elias had ordered, but Jon had fumbled to grab his arm, very briefly.

"Thank you," he'd whispered.

"What have you done to me, you terrible thing?" Elias asked now, at last, very softy. His hand brushed against Jon's cheek, who unconsciously leaned into it with a gentle sigh. "The Mother wouldn't have given you to me if they didn't wish for the same thing I do," he continued, all too aware of how tender his tone was. "If you were always meant to distract me, then why let Prentiss attack us at all? Is it all you, Jon? What do you have than none of the others had?"

Had Elias underestimated his own loneliness those past decades, that he would be so taken by this new young man to forget what truly mattered? Had it been easier to discard past lovers because they weren't made of the same ilk he was, or because he'd been then surrounded by many more people to fall in love with next? Was this a fancy, a midlife crisis, as it were, two centuries in the making, or was it just that Jon was everything Elias hadn't thought he would find one day? A mirror; a potential equal; a true partner, at last.

"I suppose I do truly love you," he confessed, slowly. The truth, not quite agreeable, seemed to be fearsome enough that Jon's eyes suddenly opened wide to look back at Elias. Elias shivered and considered killing him, right there, right then. It wouldn't be hard to explain away, after today, and Elias would not even have to fake the heartbreak.

But no. Just because it wasn't what he had expected didn't mean that it couldn't be interesting in its own right. Just because Elias hadn't wanted it didn't mean he wasn't curious about following another path, one closer to Jon and less focused, at least for now, on ending the world properly.

"Let's see together where this lead us," he told Jon. "It's been a very long time since I prioritized love, if I ever did at all -- this ought to feel novel for the both of us."

It seemed appropriate, then, to lean forward and kiss Jon. To make a proper vow out of it.

"Elias?" Jon mumbled, vaguely, against his lips.

"Shh," crooned Elias, now quite decided. "Sleep. Tomorrow is going to be full of surprises for the both of us, my love."