#jmart fic

[crit20art]

jonmartin vampire au!!

Summary: Struggling for income, Martin registers with an app that connects vampires with willing blood donors. His first client is not at all what he expected.

Rating: T (graphic violence warning)

Word count: 124k COMPLETE!!!

Tags: vampires & vampire bites, canon tma vampires, getting together, mutual pining, body horror, non-sexual intimacy, power dynamics, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, trans martin, sex-averse jon, slow burn, non-sexual kink, humor

#trying to do something fun and funky while i fight burnout on diaa. sjfhskj #tma #the magnus archives #tma fic #jonmartin #jonmartin fic #jmart #jmart fic #vampires #vampire au #the magnus archives fic

[oatmilksgf]

i will wander in silence with you by romcommunisms (ongoing)

People keep disappearing from a little town up North. Obviously, the most rational way to approach this is to have Jon and Martin go up there and investigate what's causing these disappearances. Obviously, if they want to get any answers, they're going to have to pretend to be a couple. All while trying to avoid getting sucked into the Lonely. It's going to be fine.

#the magnus archives #tma #magpod #tmagp #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #tma jmart #the-magnus-archives #tma au #jmart fic #tma fanfic #jarchivist #rusty quill #(jonmartin brainrot wip) #AHHH SHES HERE KIND OF !!!!!!! #pls be so nice to my baby shes in her growing up stage #ANYWAY please enjoy !!!!!!!! please tell me what u think!!!! #~my fics

[cult-of-the-eye]

What does a person have to do around here to get a jmart lemon boy fic?

#i know some of you are gonna read lemon and be transported back to your wattpad days #and i apologise in advance #read the next word #it gets better i promise #anyway #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #jmart #tma fic #jmart fic

[canon-autopsy]

I need more jonmartin AU fics!!!!

I have this list of ones I love so much, they are each FANTASTIC. so if anybody sees this and has any more recs I would really appreciate it

The Lonley Knight - fantasy AU, wizard jon/knight martin, GREAT world building and relationship build up, so so sweet they both deserve the world

Sea Glass Promise - selkie martin/hydrologist jon, SO FUCKING CUTE, unfinished and i think about it every day🥲

Strange Manner - vampire jon/sugar baby(?) martin, the power dynamics!!! Hot! they work through toxic mindsets and come out the other side happy, so satisfying

Beastly Behavior - beauty and the beast AU w beast martin, this is the Story ever, so very well done and put together, what a Romance

Tongue to Teeth - victorian AU, vampire jon, short but such a great dynamic and atmosphere right from the start, victorian monster hunter magnus institute is an amazing concept

Dustsceawung - fantasy AU, fae moth jon, soooo sweet and lovely❤️ two outcasts finding a home in the other, MOTH JON

Idk what it is about jmart that I specifically love an AU for (with one or both being some kind of monster ofc) but it's really my favorite thing right now and I only found these through tumblr recs so im looking for more

#the magnus archives #jonmartin #jmart #jonmartin fic #tma jmart #tma fic rec #tma fic #jmart fic #fic rec #jonmartin fic rec #jmart fic rec

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One More First Kiss

There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss."

For @jonmartinweek day 1 - First Kiss / Season 1

This is actually going to be a 7-chapter fic, with one chapter posted per day for every day of Jonmartin week! (except that jm week is actually 9 days this week, but oh well) Chapter one is a fluffy season 1 scene featuring a holiday party, a little too much to drink, and two contenders for the title of Jon & Martin's first kiss. Check it out on AO3 here, or read below:

The Institute’s yearly holiday party was miserable. 

The Institute’s yearly holiday party was always miserable, of course, but this year’s was worse than most, because this year – in addition to the lights being too bright and his dress-code-mandated tacky Christmas sweater being too itchy and the music being too loud and too festive and too repetitive (Jon swore to God, if he heard “Silver Bells” one more time, he wouldn’t be accountable for his actions) – the only coworkers he could stand were nowhere to be found.

It was their fault he’d even shown up in the first place. Tim had been pestering him for ages about his alleged inability to have fun, and Jon wanted to prove to him that he was at least occasionally capable of going to parties. His plan had been to arrive a little more than fashionably late, have one glass of mulled wine and a nibble of whatever looked good from the cheese plate while listening to Tim tell stories from his latest holiday and Sasha report what her dubiously-ethical snooping on their coworkers’ computers had revealed, and then slip out before he ever had to make small talk with strangers.

He’d already failed on that front. Unable to find Tim or Sasha, he’d somehow found himself dragged into conversation with Heather from HR and a man from payroll whose name he hadn’t caught. They were sharing the latest gossip about someone named Hannah and someone else named Jeremy, and while Jon was fairly certain he didn’t know either of those people, the possibility that he’d met both of them multiple times kept him from asking who they were. To prevent that or any other form of rudeness, he’d stuck mostly to nodding along while the other two spoke, and as such was less than fully engaged in the conversation.

When there was finally a lull in the small talk, Jon excused himself and went to search for the others.

A quick scan of the room produced no sign of Tim or Sasha. They were not by the drinks table, not on the dance floor, not in any of the little groups of chit-chatters that Jon could see. Half to get away from the migraine-inducing light and noise and half to avoid being sucked into any more small talk, Jon stepped into the hallway. He took a few steps towards the break room, thinking a glass of water and maybe a brief lie-down on the couch might help his headache, when he heard, from behind the closed breakroom door, the unmistakable sound of Tim Stoker whooping in delight.

Jon opened the door, and nine sets of eyes turned to him at once. Tim, Sasha, and Martin were sat on the break room floor with three of their old friends from Research whose names Jon knew – namely Amanda, Eric, and Salim – and three people from the library whose names he did not. They were all arranged in a circle, a bottle of wine at the center.

Tim’s face lit up. “Hey, you made it!” he said with a grin, waving Jon into the room. 

“Spin the bottle?” Jon muttered acidly as he closed the door behind him. “Really?”

“It’s a party!”

“A work party!” Jon countered. The sheer unprofessionalism on display was staggering.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Tim said, patting the little scrap of empty space between himself and Martin. “Come on, we’ve got room for another player.”

Hm. Jon had come here to prove a point, but now he found the goalposts being moved without his input. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to simply attend the party – he was sure that showing up and not letting his hair down would be worse than not showing up at all, as far as Tim was concerned. And Jon had never been very good at backing down from a challenge – not even a challenge that his opponent hadn’t been aware they’d issued – so, against his better judgment, he took a seat in the circle. Tim shifted to give him more room, while Martin sat right where he was and stared at Jon like he’d just grown a second head.

“It’s your spin, Lee,” one member of the Library contingent said to another, and with that Jon was mercifully no longer the center of attention.

Thankfully, with a circle that large, the odds of it landing on Jon more than a few times weren’t particularly high, and for once, luck seemed to be on Jon’s side. He shared a quick, chaste peck with Amanda from research, and a significantly less-chaste kiss with Tim that was, little as Jon was likely to admit it, not un- enjoyable, and aside from that, he was mostly free to sit back and watch.

There seemed to be some sort of drama brewing within the Library crowd. Two of them – Lee and Yewonde – kept landing on each other, and it quickly became apparent that there was some sort of history there. The first kiss was an awkward, close-lipped affair that was over in the blink of an eye, and they both quite clearly avoided eye contact after it was over. The second and third were a little less brief but no less awkward, but by the fourth (fourth! Jon did not envy them their luck that evening) they’d each had enough to drink to abandon propriety and engage in an activity that could only be described as sucking face.

Jon knew Martin used to work in the library with them, so he leaned over and asked, “Are they…?” He whispered the question as quietly as he could, though he doubted they would notice if he didn’t. They seemed pretty thoroughly otherwise engaged.

“They both insist they aren’t,” Martin answered at the same volume. “But everyone’s pretty sure they hooked up last year’s holiday party. Yewonde’s boyfriend definitely thinks they did, but they’re kinda on-again-off-again, and I’m pretty sure they’re broken up right now.”

Jon was grateful for the context, but before he could express his thanks, Lee had peeled themself off of their colleague and was spinning the bottle again. 

It landed on Martin. It was safe to say that Lee approached this kiss with less enthusiasm than they had the last one, but less enthusiasm was not the same as no enthusiasm. Lee drunkenly misjudged the angle and left a clumsy, wet kiss to the bridge of Martin’s nose, and Martin received it with a good-natured grin. 

Jon was glad he still seemed to have a good relationship with his old coworkers. He sometimes struck Jon as a little isolated down in the Archives, the odd one out in a group who had otherwise all known each other for years. It was nice seeing him relax like this, among friends.

“Alright, my spin,” he announced, though everyone in the room had long caught on to the game’s rules.

The bottle swung in a wide, complete arc, then another, then one more before finally coming to a stop with the cap pointed squarely at Jon. Jon’s heart sank.

It wasn’t that Jon hated Martin. No one could be blamed for thinking that he did, given how he acted, but he didn’t. It was just that, well, it took Jon time to get comfortable with new people. He’d been quite looking forward to running a department that contained only himself, Tim, and Sasha – two people he had known long enough that they’d long made it out of the ‘acquaintances’ category and were well into the range of ‘friends’ – and when he’d learned that a stranger had been thrust into their midst without Jon’s input, Jon had handled it… poorly. He’d softened a bit on Martin in recent months, coming to view him less as an unwelcome intruder, but that didn’t mean he wanted to kiss him.

Martin was the worst-case-scenario in this game – not enough of a friend for the interaction to be comfortable, not enough of a stranger for the interaction to be meaningless. Jon would have to kiss Martin, and then he would have to come into work with him on Monday, and then again the next day, and the next, and that thought froze Jon in place.

Jon’s thoughts must have been written all over his face, because Martin’s face fell. The easygoing smile vanished in an instant, and he cringed.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Martin muttered softly, but Lee interjected.

“Yes he does!” They were slurring their words, just a bit. “It’s spin the bottle! The whole game falls apart if you just ignore–”

“Alright, alright!” Martin cut them off, shoulders creeping up to his rapidly reddening ears.

“Come on, Jon!” Tim chimed in, slapping Jon roughly on the back. “He doesn’t bite!”

And Jon knew he didn’t, but now everyone was looking at him, and making a fuss, and he couldn’t move under the scrutiny of so many eyes.

Martin leaned over and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. He had to stoop quite a bit to bring himself level with Jon’s cheek, and his hot breath stirred the loose strands of hair beside Jon’s jaw. 

Martin’s lips were warm and dry and a bit rough. Jon wasn’t sure why that mattered more than the feel of Tim’s or Amanda’s lips had, but it did. 

It must have been the surprise. That’s all.

“That counts, right?” Martin asked, and the group all conceded that it did.

Jon very much wanted to sit in quiet contemplation of the memory of Martin’s lips against his cheek for a while, but unfortunately it was his spin next.

It landed on Tim, and Tim raised a single eyebrow enticingly. Jon thought about invoking his newly-established right to kiss on the cheek instead of lips, but he thought doing that again so soon might cause Lee to accuse him of destroying the integrity of the game again, so he sighed and kissed him.

Tim was a good kisser – Jon had known that for a while – but somehow it was Martin that he couldn’t get out of his head.

The game went on. Tim landed on Eric, Eric landed on Lee, Lee landed on the woman from the library whose name Jon had forgotten, she landed on Salim, Salim landed on Martin, Martin landed on Sasha. 

Jon could still smell Martin. That was hardly surprising – they were sitting right next to each other – but when Martin had leaned over, the smell had completely overwhelmed Jon’s senses, and now he lost himself trying to place the scent. It was vaguely citrusy. Not lemon, though. Bergamot, perhaps?

Sasha spun, and the bottle came to rest in front of Jon. She planted a sloppy kiss to the corner of his mouth (the library group weren’t the only ones who’d been getting a bit clumsy the more they drank) with a loud, “Mwah!”

Jon’s spin next. He couldn’t exactly say he was surprised at where it landed.

Martin visibly sagged. “I-It’s sort of between me and Sasha…”

“No, it isn’t!”

“Shut up, Lee!”

It really wasn’t.

Jon took a breath, steeled his nerves. Grabbed Martin by the shoulders, pulled him close, and pressed their lips together.

For a moment Martin went rigid against him, lips stiff and inflexible as wood, but still as warm and chapped as he’d remembered. Then he melted, turning soft and pliable beneath Jon’s touch, sighing softly against his still-closed mouth.

It was definitely bergamot that Jon was smelling.

When Jon pulled away, Martin’s eyes were closed and his cheeks were pink, freckles disappearing against the rising color. His lips were still slightly parted, as though waiting for Jon to lean back in for another kiss. Jon took in the sight for just a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I think I might head home,” he told the group. “I have to get up early tomorrow.” That was a blatant lie, but Jon needed an excuse that wasn’t I’ve seen what happens when you land on the same person too many times, and I’d rather not end up snogging with Martin as aggressively as the two of you did.

“I was actually thinking of calling it a night, too,” Martin said. “My hips are killing me; I’m too old to sit on the floor this long.” He stood up, and as though to prove his point, his knees cracked audibly.

“You can’t leave, it’s your turn!” Tim protested.

Martin leaned down and gave the bottle a final spin. It landed on Sasha, and he stooped to give her a hurried kiss on the cheek.

“Bye, Sash.”

“Bye, Martin! See you Monday!”

Tim looked up and tilted his cheek to Martin in clear invitation. “One more for the road, Marto?”

“Fine,” Martin laughed, and complied.

Jon couldn’t quite meet Martin’s eye as they made their way out of the building together. He supposed he could have found some excuse to peel off, maybe say goodbye to Elias or Heather from HR – hell, even make one more stop at the drinks table – anything to avoid the coworker he’d just kissed. Instead, they wound their way through the party shoulder-to-shoulder, and the silence was more comfortable than it had any right to be.

Neither of them spoke until they’d stepped through the front doors. They lingered on the steps of the institute. The December air was dark and brisk and sobering, and Jon took a deep, full breath of it.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” Martin said. “I, uh. I didn’t think you would.”

“Yes, well, Tim’s reports of my reclusiveness are overblown, I can assure you. I do actually leave my office on occasion.”

Martin laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m glad.” He blinked, then huffed another, softer laugh. “I-I guess I said that already, b-but–”

“I’m glad, too,” Jon said.

Martin smiled. His lips were growing pinker by the second, in the chill night air. For a second, it seemed that he was leaning toward Jon, and Jon found himself leaning in as well.

“Well,” Martin said, and the moment, if there had been one, was broken. “G’night, Jon.”

“Good night, Martin.”

#jonmartinweek 2024 #tma fanfic #tma fic #jonmartin fic #do not archive #jmart fic #jonmartin fanfic #jonmartinweek #jonmartin week 2024

[dstrt1xn]

It Will Be This, Always by @bluejayblueskies

EPUB TYPESET

cover and storyboard by me

Jon coughed again, and blood stained his lips and blood stained Martin’s hands where they pressed against Jon’s back and blood stained the floor beneath them and help, they needed help.

Martin doesn’t remember shouting. He barely remembers the faces that had surrounded them, wide-eyed and terrified, all utterly unfamiliar.

OR

Jon and Martin wake up somewhere else. Jon begins a slow path toward physical recovery, and several important, long-put-off conversations are had as they begin to navigate a new world that they hadn’t thought they’d be alive to see.

Please, go leave a like and a comment for this amazing author. As far as I'm concerned, this is official post-canon. @bluejayblueskies, utterly incredible work!

I was honoured to be given permission to typeset this fic. It will work on any and all ereaders, as far as my knowledge stretches, and is completely customisable.

He will love Jon for as long as Jon will let him. And if it will be this, always—loving Jon… Well. Martin doesn’t think that would be quite so bad.

#tma #the magnus archives #jmart #jmart fic #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #post mag 200 #ao3 fanfic #epub #typesetting #somewhere else #tma fanfic #went to jmart to get my heart broke #but also went to pick up some fluff

[gayghostrights]

jonmartin week collection:

@jonmartinweek is over! I somehow managed to not only write something for every day but also by some miracle managed to get them all posted on time (the miracle is procrastination, it's been a really busy week in the real world and writing fanfiction is more fun than writing academic essays.)

Here's a master list of all nine!

Day One [first kiss]: My head is screaming words that I just don't wanna repeat

day two [outsider POV]: Hard to watch, hard to look away.

day three[nightmares]: I think I'm growing into someone you could trust

day four [tea as a love language]: I promise to take care of you if you promise to let me

day five [cryptids]: I was a wreck and you were the saviour type

day six [ace day]: I can’t read you but if you want the pleasures all mine

day seven [Eldridge powers]: don’t ask, cause I never could tell (all I need it four walls to make it my own hell)

day eight [Martin’s poetry]: all the lines you traced through my like like cursive poetry in sunlight

day nine[free day]: somethings bound to break

I had a lot of fun writing all of these! Thank you so much to everyone who read my work!

#highly recommend all of the songs the titles are from as most of them are jonmartin as fuck #also this post is also a way for me to procrastinate oops #Writing-wise day nine is my favourite but I am very fond of day one & two cause I think I got their voices right and they fit well in canon #fanfiction masterlist #jonmartin #jonmartin week #jonmartin week 2024 #written by me #teaholding #jmart #jmart fic #tma jmart #jonmartin fanfic #jonmartin fanfiction #jonmartin fic #i also have a rejects pile (also a Georgie & Jon fic and wtgf fic that i wrote intending for it to be jmart but changed direction) #so i'll be sifting through those and hopefully posting more fic soon

[quillquiver]

Prompt 1: First Kiss for @jonmartinweek

The times Martin has imagined it—and he has, extensively—he’d always thought Jon would be someone who’d take charge. Yeah, Martin has had the odd fantasy or too where he’d be the one pushing Jon up against a wall and snogging the living daylights out of him, but those are generally few and far between. Since Martin has known him, Jon tends to take charge in every situation. Even when he absolutely shouldn’t. Even when he’s terrified.

So the way this is going makes as much sense as it is completely baffling.

Martin honestly can’t remember how they got here; they’d been talking, and then—it doesn’t matter. All he knows is that he had had settled quite nicely into the well-worn routine of pining from his desk and into his poetry notebook, and they had some sort of interaction, and now, somehow, there’s kissing. Between the two of them. Together.

Quite a lot, really.

AO3

#jonmartinweek 2024 #jonmartin #jmart fic #jonmartin fic #fluff #first kissing #lots of kissing #lots of fluff #they're awkward and they like each other okay

[avatarofnonsense]

Time to fight Google docs for the next 10k words ig

(I’m notspykat007 on ao3 btw if you want some good old jmart fluff)

#martin blackwood #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #tma fanfic #tma fan content #jmart fic #jmart #jonmartin #tma fic #jon tma #tma jon #martin tma #tma martin #tma john

[epilobium]

the aches between missed connections (the beautiful devastation of meeting you again) (81963 words) by epilobium Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Location: Somewhere Else (The Magnus Archives), Alternate Universe - College/University, Post-Episode: e200 Last Words (The Magnus Archives), Post-Canon, Spoilers for Episode: e200 Last Words (The Magnus Archives), Reunions, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Sort Of, Hurt/Comfort, Yearning, OCD tendencies, PTSD, Slow Burn, Non-Sexual Intimacy Summary: Jon's been going about his life and his schooling the same way he always has — overworking himself to exhaustion and attempting to ignore the phantom pains he experiences (though there's one ache that always takes him out for the day, a blinding pain in his chest just above his heart that doctors have assured him is no cause for alarm). One late night, while doing work for his literature course, something strange happens. He brushes it off, but when the same thing keeps happening, maybe Jon has to admit there's something going on. or Jon and Martin will find each other, no matter where they go.

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Finally finished this fic and I am really proud of how it turned out! I’ll most likely be writing a few more stories in this verse, as well! :)

#tma #Jmart #jonmartin #the magnus archives #my fic #jmart fic #jonathan sims #martin blackwood

[crit20art]

On the eve of The Unknowing, Jon and Martin find comfort in each other's arms.

Rating: E

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood

Words: 18k (complete)

Tags: first kiss, first time, porn with feelings, angst and porn, trans Martin, ace Jon

Excerpt:

“Martin,” Jon says, frail. Martin blinks, a flick of lashes, glazing his eyes gold in the low light. Jon squeezes his hands. “This- this might be the last—” “Oh, come on,” Martin huffs, dropping his eyes. “Jon- don’t— Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t-” Martin bites his lip, but not before Jon’s seen it quiver. The patchy hair dusting his neck—would it be prickly against Jon’s skin?—undulates, throat in turmoil beneath. “Come on,” Martin says again, a plea. Jon closes his eyes, and the energy in his body buzzes all the brighter. He furrows his brow. Exhales. “So, I waited too long.” Sudden and sharp, Martin’s hands clench. It startles Jon’s eyes open. “Of course not,” Martin says, a rush. “God, I just—” he laughs, utterly vacant of joy, “it’s just- it’s shit timing, isn’t it?”

Read here on Ao3! (18+ only!!!)

#ive been working on this fic for over 2 years yall ;______; #i hope you enjoy it #jonmartin fic #jmart fic #do it all anew #<- this is a prequel to diaa but it can also be read as a canon compliant missing scene and needs no additional context #jmart #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #martin k blackwood #the archivist #tma s3 #tma season 3

[oatmilksgf]

chapter two of i will wander in silence with you

Would it really be much to ask for the ground below Martin to open up and swallow him up? It is, it turns out, too much to ask.

#the magnus archives #tma #tma podcast #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma jon #tma jmart #jmart #jmart fic #jonmartin #magpod #(jonmartin brainrot wip)

[cult-of-the-eye]

hurt/comfort jmart fic save me...Martin comforting Jon after flashback...save me hurt/comfort jmart fic

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #jmart #jonmartin #jmart fic #jmart fluff #hurt/comfort #save me meme

[godsloneliestcreation]

“The Lonely is a comfortable place,” Peter Lukas assured him. “A queen sized bed on a Friday night with ice cream and netflix for company. Tea and a book on a Sunday afternoon. Laying in a forest at night and counting every star aloud, knowing not even the jackrabbits can hear you.”

The first time Martin Blackwood turned invisible, he cried and no one noticed.

— the invisible life of martin blackwood

read the rest: here

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #jmart fic #the lonely

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One More First Kiss - Chapter 3

There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss."

Continuing on with my fic for @jonmartinweek! Chapter 3 features post-kidnapping hurt/comfort, and another potential first kiss. Check it out on AO3, or read below:

It was daytime when Jon stepped through Helen’s door and into the living room of Georgie’s apartment. It had probably been daytime when he’d stepped through the door in the House of Wax, but he couldn’t be sure. There were no windows where he was kept, and his own internal clock had gotten quite badly out of whack.

When he turned around, the living room wall was blank and bare again. There had never been a door there.

He supposed that was only to be expected. It wasn’t as though he’d been planning to invite Helen in for a cup of tea. But it was unnerving, being alone so suddenly after so long spent in that place, surrounded at all times by a hundred waxwork figures – most of them inanimate, some of them not. Judging by the angle of sunlight coming in through the window, it seemed to be about midday, so Georgie was almost certainly at work. Jon was alone.

He went to the kitchen and found Georgie’s charger plugged into the outlet as always. He plugged in his phone. It had been maddening, feeling the weight of it in his pocket the whole long month, feeling it buzz and buzz until its battery gave out, knowing that the means to call for help were so very, very close, if only he could get his hands free.

When his screen blinked to life, he was almost instantly bombarded with notifications – work emails, and facebook friend requests from people he hadn’t spoken to since uni, a chipper notification telling him his screen time was down from his average this week, for some strange reason. And several missed calls from Martin.

His thumb moved without any real input from his brain, swiping left to return the call. He raised the phone to his ear numbly and listened to it ring.

“Jon?” Martin asked as soon as he picked up. “Thank God, I was getting worried – Where have you been?”

“I–” Jon’s voice came out choked and hoarse. He sounded panicked. Was he panicked? He couldn’t tell quite what he was feeling, just then. “I was kidnapped.”

“Again?” Before Jon could respond, Martin quickly corrected, “Sorry, I didn’t mean– Look, where are you? Are you safe?”

“Georgie’s flat. And– A-And I’m not sure.” He’d been here – just a few feet away from this spot, in fact – when Nikola had threatened him. If she wanted him back, he doubted there was much he could do to stop her.

“Who’s Georgie?”

“An old friend. I’ve been staying with her since– since Leitner…”

“Text me the address, I’ll be right there.”

“It’s a workday,” Jon muttered helplessly. If he was more in his right mind, he wouldn’t have argued – he wanted to see Martin, desperately, needed to have him near – but his trauma-muddled mind fixated on the detail. It was the middle of the workday, Martin couldn’t just leave.

“Sod work, Jon, you’ve been kidnapped!” he sputtered. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait, don’t hang up!” Jon said. “I-I’ll text you the address, just– could you just stay on the phone with me? I don’t want to be alone, right now.”

Martin sighed into the microphone, sending a pleasant murmur of static over the line. “Sure,” he said, sounding marginally less frantic. “I can do that.”

Jon put his phone on speaker while he sent the text. It took a few tries to type it out correctly – his hands were shaking quite badly – but he managed. Martin monologued to him while he did. He seemed to catch on quickly that Jon wasn’t up for saying much, just listening, and he shouldered the burden of keeping the conversation alive with admirable smoothness. He filled Jon in on his day, what he’d missed at work, what had happened in Martin's life in the month he’d been gone.

“Mrs. Mei, my neighbor across the hall, just moved into a care home last week,” he said. “I can’t believe it – she’d been living here since the 70s, I think, I can’t even imagine this place without her…”

Eventually, the call cut out when Martin lost reception on the underground, but before it did, he assured Jon he’d be there soon.

“Google says 15 minutes,” he said. “Just hang on.”

It stretched on for an eternity. Jon’s skin was still slick with moisturizer, and crawling with the memory of being touched by cold, plastic hands.

He took out his phone again. Georgie always kept her phone off at work – she couldn’t risk it ruining the audio – but it wouldn’t hurt to leave a voicemail.

“Hello, Georgie, it’s Jon. I’m alive. I’m at the apartment right now, and if all goes well and I’m not kidnapped again, I will be when you get home. Call me back when you get a chance.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door. (That would be easier now, he suspected – his skin felt like it had been loosened over the past month.) His instincts screamed at him to throw open the door immediately and let Martin in, but he fought them long enough to check the peephole. Now was not the time to throw caution to the wind.

Martin stood on the doorstep, anxious and alive.

Jon wrenched the door open.

“Martin!”

“Jon!” Martin’s hands were on him in an instant, roving over his shoulders, his chest, his sides – checking for injuries, or perhaps just assuring himself that Jon was real. “God, I’ve been sick with– I knew something was wrong, I should have looked for you, I should have–”

“It’s alright, Martin,” Jon said, though he was shaking.

Martin stepped inside and shut the door, then resumed his frantic once-over. “Did they hurt you?”

Jon shook his head. “No,” he whispered, and he was almost being honest.

“What happened?”

Jon explained, as best he could. He was calm enough at the start, or at least he thought he was – he felt oddly disconnected from himself, like his emotions were somewhere to the left of him. At the very least, his voice was level and his hands were only trembling the slightest bit. The more he spoke, though, the more real it became – that he had nearly died, and that he was alive – that he was safe now, and that he hadn’t been safe in a long, long time – and he couldn’t finish for a wave of wracking, choking sobs.

Martin pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him as though he could ward off all the dangers of the world.

“I’m sorry,” Jon whispered nonsensically, because he’d always hated making a scene. Martin just shushed him and squeezed him tighter.

“It’s alright, you’re alright,” he murmured softly. “You’re safe.”

He pressed his lips to Jon’s temple, right at his hairline, and Jon shivered at the contact.

They stayed like that for a very long time, Jon crying into Martin’s shirt while Martin all but held him upright and whispered reassurances into his ear, until Jon finally calmed. His breathing steadied and his heart rate slowed and he found himself possessed of the strange, unsteady calm of someone who had just had a long-needed breakdown.

He didn’t bring up the kiss. He didn’t ask why Martin had kissed his forehead; he didn’t even ask him to do it again. He just straightened up, and slipped out of Martin’s arms, and whispered a hoarse, “Thank you.”

He didn’t know what else to say.

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Some more fanart that my friend did!

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