#jonmartin 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

[jxnxai]

the urge to reread this fic for the millionth time,,

if you haven’t already, go check out @cirrus-grey’s time travel fix-it on ao3 :))

#this isnt entirely accurate to the fic #but whatever #im actually mad at myself for not drawing fanart of this fic earlier?? #ive read it like 5 times in the past 3 or 4 months #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #my art #jonmartin fic #aaufhughufhfu this doodle is late by over a year #sorry 💔

[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

[grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks]

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

[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

[bigolidioot]

When I tell you this has altered my brain chemistry and I'm not even halfway through. If you are going to read any jonmartin fic let it be this one

#the magnus institute #the magnus protocol #magnus archives #jonathan sims #jonmartin #magnus protocol #martin blackwood #mr bonzo #the magnus archives #tmagp #ao3 #the watchers bargin #jonmart #jonmartin fic #fae #alternate universe #gerard keay #gerry tma #this is seriously one of the best things ive ever read

[juneofbonesao3]

Mini jonmartin/lonelyeyes fic!

#jonmartin fic #lonelyeyes fic #ao3 #ao3 writer #archive of our own #fanfics #fanfiction #lonelyeyes #the magnus archives fic #the magnus archives #tma #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard #peter lukas

[nightatthemausoleum]

this is so specific, but does anyone know of any fics where jon finds out about the martin and elias conversation during the Unknowing? i feel like i've read some before but can't find them so any help would be iconic!

#jonmartin #jmart #tma #the Magnus archives #jonmartin fic

[puppadumz]

I need to let this PSA out into the world for my authors, writers, etc. I enjoy a lot fantasy world or historic AU fanfic that is free to me and I appreciate it and I don't know how to leave a comment that says I love you you're doing amazing but-

GOLD IS SOFT

If you want your tavern owner or barkeep or mercenary or whatever to test a gold coin by biting it, and you describe them accepting it after almost breaking a tooth....NO THAT IS NOT PROOF OF HIGH GOLD CONTENT IT IS THE OPPOSITE. If he wants it to be real gold it would have more give, not less.

The reason much jewelry is made in 14k rather than 24k gold is because 24k is soft enough that it gets damaged easily.

Sincerely, a silver(and gold!)smith's daughter.

#fanfic #stucky fic #fanfiction #authors #creative writing #andreil fic #jonmartin fic #ao3 #historical fiction #fantasy #fantasy au #medieval au #writers

[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

[brettanomycroft]

Day 1: First Kiss // Season 1

My first fic for @jonmartinweek! This will be a 5+1, with the additional chapters coming in the following week or so :)

#the magnus archives #tma podcast #tma fanfic #the magnus archives fanfic #jonmartin #jmart #jonmartin fic #jonmartin week 2024 #jonmartin week #first kiss #my writing #my fic

[queerbolg]

okay i've never done this before because i know it's a huge long shot. but i'm looking desperately for a jmart fic that i probably read like 2 years ago. i don't remember all the details, but i do know that it was some sort of riff on the Lonely!Martin dynamic where they are staying together (in either the safehouse or jon's flat), jon is pining, and martin is acting cold and unfeeling towards him.

the one part i clearly remember, which has been stuck in my head ever since, is the two of them lying in bed and about to kiss when jon says, "i feel like... you could just... rip my heart out." and then martin says "maybe i will."

dude if ANYONE has any sort of lead on what this fic is called, who wrote it, or if it still exists online please let me know i'll die

#jmart #jonmartin #tma fanfic #jmart fanfic #the magnus archives fanfic #teaholding #jonmartin fanfic #jonmartin fic #jmart fic #jmart fanart #jonmartin fanart

[grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks]

Today I got this comment on the Jeopardy! AU that I haven’t updated on way too long, and was reminded of the fact that I have had a scene about this exact thing sitting in my draft of the final chapter for about a year and a half.

I fully intend to finish this fic, but unfortunately on top of some (not too serious, but still persistent and annoying) health problems that have made it hard to tackle much writing in general, I also have the issue that the longer this fic goes without updating, the more my brain creates a ton of anxieties and blocks around this fic in particular, so I’m not sure when that will be. So I figured in the meantime, I might as well share a short little snippet about how Twitter (which was still called Twitter when I wrote this and wasn’t owned by Elon Musk good god this has been on hiatus too long) is feeling about Jon’s Jeopardy! run in this universe:

[Jon gets a text from Georgie with a link to a tweet and the question “Have you seen this?”]

The tweet consisted of video with a thumbnail of Jon behind a Jeopardy! podium, accompanied by the caption, "My coworker, Martin..." Jon pressed play warily.

When he did, he found that someone had made a compilation of all the times he’d said the phrase, “My coworker, Martin,” throughout his time on Jeopardy! The video was nearly two minutes long. Only half of the episodes Jon had filmed had aired so far.

Against his better judgement, Jon clicked on the #jeopardy tag to see what else people had to say. The results were… illuminating.

“Fuck soulmates, I want whatever Jonathan Sims and his coworker, Martin, have going on.”

“just want someone to someone to love me the way the jeopardy man loves his coworker martin”

“Should I make a #jeopardy drinking game? So far the only rule I’ve got is, ‘drink every time Jonathan mentions his coworker Martin,’ but I think that’s a pretty good start.”

“I don’t think half my coworkers even know my name…”

“I want what they have (12-time Jeopardy champion Jonathan Sims and his co-worker, Martin)”

He closed the tab. He was fairly sure he'd gotten the gist.

#i hope the tweets don’t sound too weird - even before it got bought by musk i never really used twitter very much #tma fanfic #tma fic #jonmartin fic #do not archive #jeopardy! au

[sleepymim]

I'm sooo excited to finally share my first tma fic 🥰 Yes, it's a safehouse fic. And what about it?

Title: all the shiny things

Rating: T

Length: 20k

Summary:

In his head, Jon keeps a list of all the things he likes about Daisy’s safehouse. Sometimes, the list is all that’s keeping him sane. Every time something happens that threatens to drive him up the wall, he pulls out his little mental list, and goes through it item by item, and suddenly the bad things don’t seem very bad at all. There’s the scenery, for one. There’s the old-fashioned design of the cottage, sometimes annoying but mostly just charming. And then, of course, there’s Martin. Or: Jon and Martin get settled in Scotland, and settle into their relationship in the process.

Tags:

Set in Episodes 159-160 | Scottish Safehouse Period (The Magnus Archives), Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Statement Hunger (The Magnus Archives), Canon-Typical The Lonely Content (The Magnus Archives), Grief, internalized ableism, body image issues, Body Worship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bathing/Washing, Kissing, Canon Asexual Character, Sleeping Together, Combating Trauma via Chopping Wood, Jonathan Sims Butt Appreciator, Romance, really no plot just the softest of vibes

#tma #tma fic #jmart #jonmartin #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fic #jmart fic #jonmartin fic #mimi talks writing

[quillquiver]

somewhere out there | jonmartin, 2170 words, rated t warning: graphic depiction of past death/murder

It was the slight weight of him, his legs collapsing as if his strings had literally been cut from the inside, head lolling even as Martin cradled the base of his skull. The sickening wet that had followed oozed over Martin’s fingertips. Sticky. Hot. Nobody tells you that no matter how gentle you want to be, it takes strength; up through the space left by his two missing ribs, shoving through soft tissue and into the resilient muscle that is his beating heart. The smell had been cloying and Jon’s breath had gone ragged; a gurgling-wheeze as his arms went slack—

Martin comes to as he always does; impossibly, cradled in those very same arms, his own face slick with tears as he heaves gasping sobs. His fingers dig half moons into whatever part of Jon he can reach—his forearm, this time, and the sharp angle of his hip. It takes a moment to take stock of Jon curled around him; leg thrown over his own hip, free arm slung tightly around his shoulder and hand buried in Martin’s hair. As he does every time this happens, he murmurs a litany of thank yous, as if killing him was something to be grateful for. Martin squeezes his eyes shut in time with his grip of Jon’s body. “M’sorry,” he mumble. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

“I love you,” Jon breathes. “That day and every day since. You did nothing wrong. Martin, look at me. Please.” Jon carefully extricates the arm Martin has held hostage and thumbs at his jaw, catching his eye with a relieved smile. “There you are,” he leans in to brush a kiss to the corner of Martin’s mouth. “That’s it, stay with me. Breathe, love.”

He doesn’t even notice the encroaching fog until it stops, feeling slowly coming back to his numb fingers. Jon’s gaze doesn’t waver, his own hands cupping Martin’s cheeks, thumbs brushing back and forth over the freckled apples of them. Martin presses his palm to the raised line of scar tissue under his sleep shirt. “F-Fuck,” he breathes. He’s going to be sick; nightmares have haunted him almost every night since they arrived here, first at Jon’s bedside for the second time in as many years, and then in their cramped flat. It’s always the same. The same memory. The same moment. The same feeling of lifeblood turning sticky on his hands—

continue on ao3

#jonmartin #jmart #jonmartin fic #jmart fic #the magnus archives #tma fic #tma fanfic #tma #man this piece of media destroyed me #adventures in fanfic