#jonpeter

Ethical Consumption- 1.4k, Jon/Martin; Martin gets defensive of Jon Trying, and they have a lil philosophical discussion, ft. Jon as obligate carnivore

Infinite- 2k, pre-Jon/Martin, Martin & Jude; In which the Vast Avatar Jude Perry sends Jon to is Martin, not Mike. I had a lot of fun writing Martin’s monstery origin, and I do kind of want to return to this someday, to get into the two aspects of Martin crushing on Jon here, first being their relationship, and second being the relationship where Martin and Jude are snarky pals and she sends Jon there largely bc she knows he’s exactly Marto’s type

It’s A Date- 700, Jon/Peter; Peter runs into researcher!Jon, gets a crush, dresses like Popeye The Sailor Man, more at 10

Interesting- 1.4k, Jon/Martin, Jon/Elias; Panopticon Jonelias fic where Martin lives, which is huge for him. Also one where I have designs on maybe continuing it and showing what exactly Elias has in mind for Jon.

Retrospective- 300, Jon/Martin; This is underappreciated because it’s short, but I demand recognition for my galaxy brain idea “What if the Eyepocalypse was reversed in a chill way (this was written pre-finale) but no one really knew what caused it? What if the History Channel’s Ancient Aliens had to grapple with that?”

“Jonah Magnus… was an alien …” Jon gasped through laughter, burying his face in Martin’s chest.

Small Talk- 900, Jon & being disliked by his coworkers; Season 3, Jon accidentally Compels Daisy and regrets it instantly. Love a flashback to them in the woods, love Jon holding back tears, love some monster angst. Archetypal Ink fic, tbh

Burning- 1k, Jon/Martin; A different “Jon has a flashback” fic, this time in the Scottish Safehouse and about Jude!  But he and Martin have breakfast for dinner by the end :)

Mine- 2k, Jon/Beholding; In which I begin my meditations on the theme “the Eye just thinks Jon’s Really Neat” and use it to make Jon monstery. With some side dunks on Jonah

Its Archivist draws interest, running about collecting Marks and more and more afraid each day. Beholding does not intend to share.

we were so tiny, happy and shiny- 1.3k, Jon & Agnes; Some of my best fic happens when I get like One line from a song stuck in my head and have to exorcise it through fic; it was the genesis for last year’s Flesh!Martin fic, and it was the genesis for this. I got “Beautiful” from the Heathers musical stuck in my head and attached it to baby Avatars Jon and Agnes. Now they’re friends  :) May eventually get a followup adding Gerry for a Very chaotic trio

Beloved- 7k, Jon/Beholding, Jon/Martin, Jon/Jonah; The gilded cage Beholding-loves-Jon Panopticon fic that got away from me but I ended up quite proud of. Sweater by @suttttton is essential supplemental reading, showing Jon’s POV of Jonah’s chapter and some prime Separated Lovers Jonmartin angst 🥰

His clothes then had been plain and worn and his hair scraggly , but he looked more at home in them than he does with a gossamer scarf wrapped around his head and his hair streaming out in perfect, buoyant curls. Martin always finds Jon beautiful, but that was real, the man he loved doing his best. He could have just as easily called him handsome, or charming. Beautiful is the only word for Jon as he is now; beautiful like bone china, like a doll kept on a shelf far from the reach of children. Fragile and jealously guarded

Alive- 600, Basira/Melanie; I remain a stalwart of this shipping scenario. Unlike my previous S4 Basira/Melanie fics, this, in the immediate aftermath of the Flesh attack on the Institute, is less angsty and more the girls having a fun time bantering and goofing off together.

Quarantine- 900, Jon & Tim; Jon and Tium, unknowingly in the last gasps of their friendship. A brief moment where Jon is hurt and scared and Tim is his greatest reassurance, and they take care of each other.

Without You- 600, Jon/Martin; Actually bookends canon quite nicely, with immediately pre-canon and probably the only post-canon Somewhere Else scene that’s just somft I’ll ever write. Also a proposal!

Tied in Knots- 3k, Jon/Jonah, Agnes/Gertrude, Agnes & Jon; Is this AU the Regency? Regular arranged marriage? Game of Thrones? Fairy tale? I still haven’t decided, tbqh. It does feature Agnes finding out she’s Big Gay for Gertrude, though. Another candidate for eventual expansion.

Pretty Bird- 2.8k, Jon/Beholding, Jon/Martin; the Ink fic Deep Lore- to make sense of this you need to read Sutton’s It’s Like a Bird (Eyes in the Dark), which is a roommates/happy future AU for which you need to know my cult au, linked below. But if you can get past or ignore the barrier for entry it’s 2000-odd words of Jonah getting Jon all dolled up.

WIPs

Till Things Are Brighter- 27k, Daisy/Basira, Jon/Martin, Naomi/Evan; Thee Daisy time travel fic. Currently hoping to recover from the complicated planning and non-standard (to me) word processor it lives in for a return in early 2022. Has lots to offer in the meantime, such as: Daisy thinking Annabelle knows she’s from the future and is threatening Basira; Annabelle actually being invested in Daisy/Basira as her own personal soap opera; Gerry!!! Soon to offer: Daisy&Gerry&Evan&Naomi, the friendgroup only I stan; the new timeline finding new ways to whump Jon at every turn; Martin giving more bemused outsider POV. My biggest regret is that when I started planning TTAB, I was thinking of “Hurt” by Johnny Cash as the ultimate Jon song (it is) and a bit less JonDaisy friendship song. And I wanted to use a lyric from that for the title, but couldn’t find a satisfactory one, so the title is from “Man in Black.” I’m a dummy who found a perfectly good time travel fic title in “Hurt” eventually though! So really this and Beneath the Stains of Time should trade titles, the inverse is much more thematically apt for both.

Magnus Drabbles- 21k, various; In theory, a 100 word drabble for every episode. In practice, I skip one or two, write a couple for others, and include the Q&As and other supplemental episodes, so even though it’s over 200 chapters it’s not done quite yet. There are chapters for a lot of minor characters only I like, including Zhang Xiaoling, Major Tom the cat, miscellaneous minor Statement givers like the Oregon Trail Statement writer Mrs. Carlisle, and a couple of the people featured in the S5 Statements.

The Archivist and the Adventurer- 3 works, 7k, Jon/Martin, Jon/Elias; This is all plotted out, I’m just slow at writing it. In which Jon is captured by the Wild Hunt, only able to be freed by True Love’s Kiss. Annabelle has a larger role than I would’ve thought when I first planned it. Martin finally gets to show up in the 75% complete next installment! Also has a spin-off by @marten-blackwood in which Martin is fae instead of a human adventurer, Binding Love.

He had a little room off the Archives designated for his use, filled with basic amenities so that Elias would never have to amend his order to remain within the Archives at all times ( because Archivists belonged in Archives, not creeping about causing trouble and trying to find a way to trick their way to freedom). The wardrobe there contained clothing of all types, but every garment was made out of a gauzy material that practically floated wherever it was left loose and only preserved his modesty by virtue of being used in aggregate layers; it did nothing to keep out the chill, of Archive air or strange hands.

Beneath the Stains of Time- 34k, Jon & Daisy, Jon/Martin; teen Jon AU! Not so much time travel fix-it as Daisy making an entirely new and interesting mess. But she does eventually get Jon to like her. His staying with her in the modern day portions is more voluntary than it looks thus far, and I’m very excited to get into the why

Little Archive- 33k, Jon & Beholding, Jon & Elias, Jon & Gerry; baby Jon au! Eventually I will have an AU beginning with every year of Jon’s life. Neither of us can prove it won’t happen. Less planned than the previous AUs, we’re vibing our way through. Click through for eldritch entity validation of neurodivergence.

sitting pretty on the throne, nothing more i want (except to be alone)- 63k, Jon/Beholding, Jon & Gerry, Jon & Danny; Statistically speaking, if you found me through my fic this year it was probably with sitting pretty. The Institute (and the strongholds of the Eye generally- I have glimpses of that coming up that I’m very excited about!!! Although if you have an idea for a name for an Eye stronghold beyond the canon ones, particularly one located in Santiago, Chile, Athens, Greece, or Dakar, Senegal, hit up my inbox, esp before about Jan 2, and I’ll credit you in the end notes and chapter post here) is a lot more cult-y the way that the Desolation and Dark are in canon. And the Eye falls in love at first Sight with Jon. So obviously they need to take him home like a precious treasure ^_^ why wouldn’t Jon enjoy that? And I get to give some spotlight to underappreciated characters like Danny and Lesere Saraki.

"Jon, this is childish." Jonah's voice is still sickeningly condescending, and he's still inching closer. Jon scoots back, practically sitting in Gerry's lap. Gerry is as unmoving as a statue, and Jon can picture his eyes darting back and forth between them, trying to gauge from their conversation just what Mary did. Jon shrugs. "I suppose you'd know." Jon stayed up for three days straight, in the immediate aftermath of Mr. Spider. Unless he's willing to revert to using force, Jonah cannot willingly take him from this bed.

“Tetchy about this one,” he comments, watching as Elias carefully slots the file underneath the others, as if to guard it from Peter. “Any particular reason?”

Elias tenses for one brief, almost imperceptible moment, shoulders encased in a crisp, tailored suit rising at most a centimeter but Peter sees it. Elias has his eyes but for all his lonely solitude Peter can read people. He can find weak spots and exploit them, tiny insecurities laid bare and magnified. And then Elias relaxes, leaning back slightly in his chair as his eyes flicker to Peter’s with a contemplative smugness. There he is. “He’s afraid of spiders.”

That’ll do it.

“Special indeed.” Peter whistles lowly. The Mother’s not to be taken lightly. He can see the draw; few are marked by the web, and even fewer escape with their life. He wonders why she let this one go; from the one photo he’d seen, Jonathan Sims looked utterly unremarkable, which makes him all the more intriguing. Perhaps he should pay him a visit. Recent college graduate, taciturn countenance. Knowing Elias’s predilection for orphans and loners, the boy has little to no social connections. The Institute has always attracted these types, though he risks the ire of its head if he claims it as a hunting ground.

His face must reveal his musings, for Elias’s own hardens. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” he says, each word with a clipped precision. “Don’t.”

“You think so little of me,” Peter laughs, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture. Always suspicious, that man. Rightly so. “I would never interfere with any of your plans.”

He can feel the Watcher’s gaze as he strolls through the halls, taking his time to peer in doorways and flash a pleasant smile at the confused staff. He does not run into Jonathan Sims, nor did he expect to. Elias’s irritation is a satisfaction all its own.

For now. 

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There is a man in the courtyard. 

Objectively, this courtyard is open to anyone, be it staff or guests of the Institute. Objectively, it’s a rare, beautiful day and people should take advantage of it. Objectively, Jon doesn’t have a ‘spot’ he can claim for smoking and insist on being alone. But Jon’s scowl and the wafting scent of cigarette smoke is usually enough to drive people away. 

But this time, there is a man in his spot. Jon is not pleased with this development.

He’s tall, stocky in the way a middle-aged man usually is, though there seems to be some muscle lurking underneath his baggy coat. Is he some sort of vagrant? He’s pale, unhealthy so, and it puts Jon on edge. 

But that’s not the most irritating thing about him. That honor goes to his whistling. 

Jon takes his smoke break at precisely ten each morning. Ten. Who whistles this early? Certainly not any sane person. No, that’s an activity best left for mid-afternoon or dusk. Mornings are for silence and work, not playtime. This is obscene.

So why, pray tell, does he still go to his spot? He could easily sit on the bench in the center, there’s no one there this early, no one to bother with his little vice. But habits are hard to break, and Jon’s a man who likes routine. He doesn’t want people thinking he can be pushed around. So he walks over, trying to ignore the shiver he gets in the midmorning sun on a perfectly temperate day. Jon doesn’t meet the man’s eyes as he moves closer and despite his trepidation, something is starting to put him at ease. His scent is so familiar, cold and crisp like the foggy mornings of his childhood. His grandmother’s house, not so far from the sea. It brings a sharp pain to his chest as much as it soothes him; she passed months ago and despite their distant relationship, it’s still a sort of grief. Perhaps he didn’t visit her enough in the end. She didn’t deserve to die alone.

Breaking himself from his maudlin thoughts and taking his place at the wall, Jon fishes a cigarette from his pack and lights it in a smooth, practiced motion. The nicotine soothes his fried nerves and he can almost ignore the man in that old jacket whistling some jaunty tune and trespassing in his spot. There’s no greeting, no nod of acknowledgment. Jon smokes his cigarette to the stub until it's acrid odor all but wipes away that familiar scent, and he leaves.

He finds himself humming all afternoon.

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Jon’s an interesting fellow.

Peter can see the remnants of the Web clinging to his shoulders in an almost possessive shroud. The Mother is usually more subtle, but this one screams mine, mine. Elias will have his work cut out for him, that’s for sure. But his machinations have always bordered on unnecessarily complex- the man enjoys a challenge. Enough time under the Watcher’s gaze and you’ll start to think it home. 

And yet the man still calls to him. There’s a vulnerability in the way he holds himself, how he stubbornly clings to his little spot and yet makes himself small. There’s Lonely in him, Peter can feel the itch of it in his skin. He could snap him up quite easily if he tried. But he’s always favored a longer game when he can find it; it brings so much satisfaction to see a soul slowly eaten away until it fades, unremembered and bereft. There’s a quiet dignity to it, and Jon would wane so beautifully.

On his third visit, Jon breaks his silence.

“Why are you here?”

He’s got a pleasant voice, if a bit posh. Jon thinks it probably makes him sound older, but he’s yet to land on a confident enough tone. He’ll get there one day. In any case, he’ll be perfect for reading statements. Another point to Elias. 

“No idea what you mean,” he replies with a smile and he can see the boy is startled. He clearly wasn’t expecting a cheery answer, which Peter finds a bit insulting. He’s not that rude. “Just taking in the fresh morning air like yourself.”

“I’m smoking.” Jon waves his cigarette as if Peter had yet to see it. “In what world is that fresh?” 

“Suppose I’m used to it,” he shrugs, leaning more casually against the wall and meeting Jon’s intense gaze. It’s heavy, though not so much as Elias’s is. You’ve got the Eye in you yet. He’s had practice with these types. “Sailors are fond of cigarettes, when they can get them.”

“Is that why you smell?” Jon blanches, as if realizing the rudeness of his question. Peter pauses, unsure of what he means. He’s showered, he’s not dirty. “I-I mean, it’s just- you remind me of the sea, is all.”

The words make him freeze. He shouldn’t be able to pick up on that, Peter’s been careful not to slip too far into the fog. He’s perceptive. Peter doesn’t usually like being seen, or in this case, smelled, but Jon’s an interesting case. He wonders how he’d fare on the Lonely’s shores.

“Smoking kills, you know.” He ignores Jon’s question, relishing the way his eyes narrow. “Nasty habit.”

“Hear secondhand’s just as bad,” he replies with a snarl, dropping his cigarette and stamping out the dying embers with a scuffed brown shoe “So maybe you should find another spot to loiter.”

“You’re right.” He abruptly turns to leave, not sparing a glance back in Jon’s direction. Best to keep him on his toes. It’s a cloudy day and Peter’s feeling quite hungry. For once he has business that keeps him in the city, why not have a little fun in the meantime? 

His phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text he won’t answer. He never does, and to be quite honest, he doesn’t really know how.

Elias Bouchard: What are you playing at?

Peter chuckles to himself, slipping the phone back into his coat. 

What indeed.