#eliasjon

At some point Jon just had to swallow his pride and admit that he was in love. It wasn’t supposed to happen. At least, not like this. 

It had been on one of the more mundane days, where they were just lounging around the house. Jon had been sitting in one of the living room chairs, reading some novel that he had just pulled off the shelf. Elias had been going up to get some tea and had passed Jon, and, almost absentmindedly, leaned down to kiss Jon on the forehead.

Elias had walked off towards the kitchen, nonchalantly when Jon had sat there in a state of shock. It wasn’t the first time Elias had ever kissed Jon, not by a long shot. Yet, this time it just had been so... natural. Like it was something that they’d done thousands of times.

Jon went about his day, but he couldn’t stop playing the scene over and over in his head. It was strange, as he had never really thought about being in love. His relationship with Elias was comfortable. It had progressed slowly, but Elias had chipped away at Jon’s walls until they finally, officially got together.

Martin Tim had been more than ecstatic at the news, having gotten together themselves just a few months before Jon and Elias. They had started asking very personal questions that Jon didn’t feel like he should be able to answer, but luckily Elias had come to his aid. That’s what was so wonderful about him.

Elias always made sure that Jon was comfortable, no matter what they were doing. Over the past few months, Jon had gotten so comfortable that he had moved in with Elias, whose house was so much bigger than anything Jon had ever experienced in his life. He guessed being the head of an institute paid well.

Elias never failed to use his money to spoil Jon, much to his dismay. Constantly buying Jon flowers and candies and cakes, each paired with the sweetest handwritten note. Elias was a romantic, and Jon was still getting used to it.

So as Jon was getting ready for bed, he kept going back and forth in his brain about the situation. Should he finally take the next step and say those three words?

“Darling, you look like you’re constipated. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Jon heard Elias say as he walked into the room, a towel wrapped around his hips.

Jon could only stare at Elias, his mouth going dry at the beautiful figure of his boyfriend. “Uh.. j-just thinking about the book I read earlier today. Had some, um, deep philosophical questions that I’ve been contemplating all day,” He stumbled over his words, and he knew that Elias would see right through him.

Elias only laughed and rolled his eyes lovingly, moving across the room to where Jon stood. Jon felt kind of silly, with no shirt and only pajama bottoms on, but Elias was looking at him with such tenderness that feeling quickly faded. 

Elias cupped Jon’s neck with his hand and Jon leaned into the touch, grateful for the warmth his lover emitted. He closed his eyes and reveled in this moment. He whispered under his breath.

“What was that?” Elias said quietly, and Jon could hear the smile in his voice.

“I love you, Elias,” Jon said again before wrapping his arms around Elias’ waist, holding tight and loving the way his skin felt. Jon felt Elias freeze for a moment, but soon he was moving, wrapping his arms around Jon’s shoulders and moving them towards the bed.

It was awkward, and they kept tripping over each other, but they were laughing. Jon’s breathless laugh and Elias confident one filled the quiet room with joy. They were on the bed, tangled in each other as their lips said all the words that their vocal chords couldn’t produce.

Jon was sitting on top of Elias, their bare chests pressed together as if they needed to be closer to each other. His hands were tangled in Elias’ hair, still wet from his shower. They were like two sparks, both feeding off the other’s energy. It was wonderful to behold, two souls crashing into each other and realizing their feelings and finding ways to say all the things they couldn’t.

“I love you, Elias. Elias...” Jon spoke softly, his lips swollen from the kissing.

Elias only smiled before bringing his lips next to Jon’s ear. It was barely a whisper, but the words meant everything to Jon.

“I love you too.”

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Hello yes this one is short, but I was struck by genius. I was gonna write a soft JonMartin smut but wrote this instead, so I hope you enjoyed lmao. If you do wanna see my other nsfw stuff tho, you can go check out my ao3!

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But it had been far too early in his own awakening to guide his Jonathan. After Albrecht’s death Jonathan made it clear where he stood on the matter. Where he placed blame. It was amazing how Jonathan managed to be so observant, but always managed to miss the connecting dots. Albrecht would have been dead anyway, the books were a means to an end and there were other powers at work that needed containment. Milbank had been important and Jonathan himself could have gained so much if he had only stopped refusing Jonah’s letters, and company, and bed.

Jonah had existed too long to have these sort of … human regrets, and yet with the passing years and the passing Archivists he always thought of Jonathan Fanshaw. A useless comparison. Jonathan had never been his in all the ways he wanted him. He had never been an Archivist or scion of the Beholding, despite his own best efforts.

Near the end he had begged and made threats. He had been so close to uncovering the ritual that would bring his Master into the world and he needed the right person to stand at his side. Nothing worked. Even when he threatened to expose them both and the letters he had kept between them. He had kept everything that Jonathan ever wrote to him. Jonathan always spoke plainly. It was clear what the letters meant. It would destroy his practice, and his life and reputation. He still refused him.

But the Eye isn’t the only one that watches. The Spiders got Jonathan, and although time and alliances forced working with them he never forgot what they took. Never forgot Jonathan’s delicate broken movements in their threads.

Jonah Magnus would never know another man like him. Not for two hundred years.

Time and priorities move differently when you continue on and on. Different bodies had different challenges and desires. Despite his start, Elias Bouchard suited him. Opened to this world of fear and monsters Elias was alive for the first time in his squandered life. They melded well. Their memories complimented. Elias came to love Jonathan as Jonah had.

Meeting Jonathan Sims was a shock straight into Jonah who had never forget those eyes even two-hundred years later. Dark eyes, deep, intelligent, and beautiful. That took in everything in the room.

And his voice.

A different accent, but the same rich voice that had huffed at him when he was frustrated. That would make that soft rare chuckle at a jest. Jonathan had never laughed much, but he had a wry humour. It was Jonathan’s voice, and Jonathan’s eyes, even Jonathan’s temperment.

It was Elias that stopped him from plunging into the young man’s head and learning everything about him.

He skimmed the surface thoughts. The usual things. Mostly nervousness about the job interview. Jonathan–Jon… he keenly wanted it. It was the next logical step in his life. Elias pushed a little more. Jonathan unfurled before them answering every question his potential employer could have asked without even knowing it. Among the nerves was another set. Being watch. The Eye already had its sights on him. It pleased Elias to no end. Jonah kept digging though.

A door. Someone grabbed by spider’s legs–

He let Jonathan finish and hired him on the spot as a researcher.

He went home. Elias felt foolish for it thinking he was being influenced by memories of a dead man, Jonah knew though.

When he closed his eyes he dreamed of Jonathan made to dance by silk threads, but it wasn’t Doctor Fanshaw.

It built inside of him, that finally he had found him again. In the world he had come to know reincarnation didn’t seem so unbelievable. He wouldn’t doubt a trap either, the Web getting creative and breaking their alliance.

It didn’t matter. Elias came to cherish Jon, and Jonah already did.

He had found his Archivist, and nothing would keep him from him this time.

Gertrude’s betrayal honestly couldn’t have come at a better time. She had been so useful stopping the others from rising it was hard to justify making room for another, but then she wanted to burn the archives.

There was a certain smugness he felt. Having Jonathan after all the running. Innocent and unaware, eager even for the job he offered. For the life he was laying out for him. Jon stepped into it so easily he wanted to laugh. He wanted to pull the younger man to him and tell him everything. He wanted him back in his bed with Fashaw’s indignance and Jon’s innocence learning every detail all over again.

It was a shame Jon wouldn’t be amenable to that.

Not without without a struggle.

But Jonah wasn’t going to let go this time.