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Here's the link to my Linked Universe fic: When Darkness Comes. I hope you enjoy!
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Link sighed in relief as the Lynel finally went up in a cloud of purple smoke. Although he didn’t have much need for the supplies anymore now that his second adventure was over he still liked to collect whatever loot he could. Sidon called it hoarding, but Link thought of it more as being prepared. Crazy shit went down in Hyrule all the time so it was never a bad idea to be prepared for anything. Besides he might as well reap the rewards since he did kill the Lynel after all. Sure it was easy with how many times he had done it now, but it’s the effort that counts. He always liked to get rid of the monsters around Zora’s domain as soon as he could after the blood moons since he lived in the area now. It was always good to be cautious since the Zora military wasn’t exactly their strong suit.
As he picked up the stuff dropped by the Lynel and stored it away in his Purah pad he heard some splashing from the direction of the waterfall leading up to Tal Tal peak. Link whipped around ready to defend himself against whoever or whatever he could hear coming this way, but immediately relaxed when he saw it was just Sidon, King of the Zora.
“Hello my Pearl,” he greeted Link with an easy warm smile as he bent down to place a kiss on Link’s head
“Hello love. What brings you up here?” Link asked curiously as normally Sidon left him to his own devices when fighting the Lynel.
“I saw a fire and I wanted to check that you were alright,” Sidon replied a bit worriedly as he inspected Link for any injuries.
Link chuckled lightly as Sidon finished his inspection of his Hylian husband. “I’m just fine. I’m tougher than I look, love.”
“I know I just wanted to make sure because the fire was bigger than it normally is,” Sidon said as he picked Link up from the ground.
“I was just taking advantage of the updraft today. I promise I’m alright though really,” Link insisted.
Sidon gave him a bit of a suspicious look since Link was known to hide injuries, but eventually he conceded. “Alright shall we get off this mountain then?”
“You are such a worrier I could’ve gotten down myself,” Link scoffed playfully. He knew Sidon didn’t mean anything by it, but he was self-sufficient, he did go on two adventures essentially on his own.
“Yes, but after you almost hit those rocks at the bottom last time…I just worry,” Sidon said innocently.
Link sighed fondly. “Alright off we go then.”
Sidon smiled at this as he walked them both to the far end of the summit before wrapping Link up in his arms and diving off into the water below. There was barely even a splash as Sidon’s sleek body entered the water in one smooth movement. Zoras really were beautiful in the water and as Sidon swam across the East Reservoir with Link still held protectively in his arms he couldn’t help, but admire how beautiful his husband was.
Swimming over to the waterfall closest to where the throne room lies Sidon zipped up the rushing water and jumped up onto the smooth surface of the luminous stone path. Once safe upon solid ground Sidon set Link down gently on his feet taking great care to make sure he didn’t slip on the puddle of water Sidon had brought with them.
“Thank you for the ride love,” Link told Sidon as he took the red Zora’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“Of course my Pearl. I’m always happy to do it,” Sidon replied with a grin. “I’ll take any chance I can get to hold you.”
Link giggled at that and they began walking toward Sidon’s study. As they came to the split in the road that would mean their parting so that Link could go to the armory for another sword Sidon stopped him abruptly. Looking up at Sidon’s face he tilted his head and the timid smile there. “What?”
“Do you know what today is?” Sidon asked him coyly.
Of course Link remembered, how could he forget it was their first one after all, but why not have a bit of fun. “Hmmmm, is it your birthday?” Sidon shook his head. “Is it my birthday?” Another head shake. “That’s good then because you would think I would remember my own at least. Let me see…Is it pancake day?”
Sidon huffed in annoyance. “No, why would I be reminding you of pancake day? You really don’t remember what today is?” He looked a bit wounded and Link decided it was time to stop playing clueless.
Link chuckled good naturedly. “Of course I know what today is. It’s our first wedding anniversary. How could I forget? I was just teasing.”
“You are a mean husband,” Sidon pouted, sticking out his bottom lip for added effect and Link just laughed.
“I’m just the worst aren’t I?”
“The absolute worst,” Sidon agreed even as he bent down to place a lingering kiss on Link’s lips. “I have a surprise for later tonight though. Once you’re done ridding the domain of monsters and I finish up all my royal paperwork we’ll have the night to ourselves.”
“I get you all to myself for the whole evening?” Link said salaciously. “Sounds like a dream come true.”
“Better hurry with those monsters then,” his husband said with a wink. “Meet me in our private dining room at 7pm tonight.” And with that Sidon planted a final kiss on his Pearl’s lips and turned to head for his study.
Link watched him go until he was out of sight then with a dreamy sigh he turned to finish his task of getting a new sword. His habit of breaking weapons really was inconvenient at times.
As much as Link loved Zelda he was happy to no longer be her appointed knight. After training this last round of troops she had relieved him of his duty and not so subtly told him he was free to be with Sidon. It was hardly a secret that Link had had feelings for the Zora Prince, now King since they worked together to tame Vah Ruta. Unfortunately both of them were nervous wrecks and terrible at expressing their feelings. Both were familiar with the sting of rejection and neither of them had wanted to risk it for fear of losing a best friend. Not to mention Sidon ended up in an arranged engagement to Yona while Link was recovering on the Great Sky island under the watchful eye of Rauru.
Sidon had been ecstatic when Link had returned alive and more or less intact, but he then felt trapped by his engagement. He had longed for so long to tell Link how he felt only to have the chance taken when his father engaged him to Yona the second Link was gone. His father hadn’t had bad intentions, but Sidon was a loyal son and more importantly a loyal King. The engagement was only called off because Yona confessed she didn’t want to marry Sidon. Turns out they were both gay and it took them far too long to realize it.
Yona was with Gaddison now, but she often stepped in to help Link and Sidon with any Royal duties that might require a female touch. She was appointed ruler in the case that both Link and Sidon might not be able to perform their duties. She was one of their most trusted allies.
Link thought back over everything that had brought them to this present. They had so many obstacles to overcome, but it had all been worth it to finally have this happy ending. It was really more of a beginning though. They had their whole lives to look forward to many more anniversaries to celebrate. Hopefully kids to raise together, but right now he needed to get his head out of the clouds. He could reminisce with his love later.
Right now he needed to focus on the task ahead. Grabbing one of his favorite Zora swords, simple yet sturdy, a good shield and as many arrows as he could carry he set out for the nearest monster camp. He had quite a bit of work to do so he best pace himself.
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Malon yawned once more as she walked toward the cuccoo coop. She had woken up a bit late, but of course she was still as tired as she was when she went to bed. It seemed pregnancy was both a blessing and a curse. Some days she felt on top of the world, positively glowing. Other days she felt like actual horse shit. It seemed today was going to be more of the latter unfortunately.
All thoughts of her exhaustion fled her though when the amusing sight of her Link stumbling out of the cuccoo coop covered in small scratches caught her attention. She couldn’t hold back the small chuckle that bubbled up through her throat at the sight of it. The new cuccoos had finally hatched and it seemed the mama birds were still quite territorial over them especially with Link.
“Oh dear, I thought I told you to let me handle the cuccoos for now,” Malon said as she approached her husband. She loved him very much, but sometimes he could be a little stupid especially regarding self preservation.
Link looked a bit embarrassed, but what he said next melted Malon’s heart. “I didn’t want to wake you. You’ve been tired lately so I thought you might benefit from some extra rest. Also I know you didn’t sleep well last night because of the nausea.”
He really was so thoughtful. It was one of the things she loved most about him. “You are so thoughtful Link,” she replied as she stepped forward to give him a kiss. “Thank you. Next time though I think you should leave the cuccoos until I wake up. I don’t want to come out here only to find you’ve been killed by flightless birds. I’m pregnant, not disabled Link,” Malon pointed out good naturedly. “Besides if we work together the quicker the chores will be done which means you can dote on me sooner dear husband.”
Link smiled ruefully at her. She was only around 3 months or so at this point so the news was quite recent. Malon had been experiencing a bit of morning sickness, but it was quite mild compared to what most of her friends had experienced. Unfortunately her assurances that she was in fact fine and so was the baby did little to quell Link’s anxiety. He was always more cautious when it came to her health than his own which was something they needed to discuss, but not now.
“I really do appreciate your concern dear and I love you for it, but it’s not necessary,” Malon insisted as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “At the moment I’m doing fine and so is our baby.”
Link sighed and nodded. “I know I’m just a little anxious about it all. I think it might be the first time dad jitters.”
“That’s understandable. I won’t lie, I put on a good face, but I’m a little bit terrified,” she admitted and Link gave her a relieved smile. “You’ll be a wonderful father though. I think everyone in the Chain would agree with me on that.”
They both smiled at each other as Link planted a kiss on her lips. It had been over two years since the Chain had gone back to their own eras. Since all of their adventures were over they knew that they were probably all relatively safe in their own time as the threat of Ganondorf and other demons no longer hung over their heads, but that didn’t make them miss the boys any less. Especially Twilight who in the time they had known him had stolen his way into a special place in both Link and Malon’s hearts.
Malon also had a soft place in hers for Wild. He was boisterous and lively even despite his troubled past. Wild held so much guilt over having failed, but all Malon saw was a young man who gave up the peace he would find in death to fight for his world and his friend. They had bonded over cooking and their appreciation for the attractiveness of both men and women. She really hoped that it had worked out with that Prince Sidon of his.
They loved all of the others so dearly and the hardest thing they ever had to do was say goodbye. Malon was just glad that it got to be in their era so that she had a chance to say one last goodbye before they each stepped through their own portals to be transported back to their time.
She was broken from her reminiscing by Link’s next comment. “If only we had Sky here. He’s great with the cuccoos and it certainly would save me a few injuries.”
Malon chuckled and opened her mouth to agree, but a loud crash from the barn had them both whipping around then looking at each other before they carefully began to approach. As they slowly and cautiously walked toward the barn Link picked up one of the many swords he kept around the ranch for such an occasion. He held it defensively in front of him with practiced precision that could never atrophy as he put a hand protectively in front of his wife.
As they got closer though they could hear familiar voices. “Ow you’re on my fucking foot Twi!” Came a voice that sounded a lot like Legend’s
“Well it’s not my fault you were sucked in before me!” A voice that sounded like Twilight complained. “Take it up with the portal!”
“Wind you’re pulling on my hair!” That was definitely Hyrule.
“Everyone stop your whining I’m getting a headache,” That was for sure Warriors. Always the voice of reason if her Link wasn’t there.
The couple stood frozen in shock before they took off running through the barn door and sure enough laying in a pile of hay were seven other Links if she was counting correctly. Silently she checked each of them off: Legend, Hyrule, Twilight, Warriors, Wind, Four, and Sky.
“Holy shit,” her husband breathed, but it must have been loud enough even over the commotion of seven grumpy Links who had obviously been launched through a portal on the ceiling to whip around and look at them.
“Time!” Twilight was the first to process who was standing there looking at them in disbelief and he surged forward to wrap his mentor in a big hug.
“Twilight?” Time said still a bit in shock as he returned the hug. “How are you all here?”
“Portal,” Twilight said and Time huffed.
“Yes I assumed that, but why?” Time asked a bit impatiently.
“No clue, but I can’t say I’m not glad for something to break up the monotony,” Twilight replied as he stepped forward and offered Malon a hug as well. She excitedly stepped forward into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Malon sighed happily as he squeezed her tightly. “It’s so good to see you again!”
The others had finally picked themselves up from their involuntary cuddle pile and hugs were distributed as they happily greeted the couple whose barn they found themselves in.
As Wind approached to give her an enthusiastic hug she noticed right away how much older he looked. “Oh my goodness, do I know you young man?” She asked jokingly. He grinned from ear to ear as he was pulled into a firm hug. “By the goddess you must be, what 18 now?”
“17,” Wind said proudly as he pulled away.
“And taller too. Looks like you turned into quite the strapping young man,” Malon commented and Wind beamed at her.
“Thank you miss Malon!” Wind replied happily.
After she had gotten a hug from each member of the Chain she looked around to find the missing Link. “Where’s Wild?”
The Chain all looked at each other and shrugged. “We haven’t gotten him yet. We’re not sure what’s going on,” Twilight said and she could tell he was a bit anxious that the cook hadn’t joined them yet.
“I’m sure he’ll be joining us next,” Time assured him. “This is perfect timing actually though. I was just saying I could use some help with the cuccoos.”
She huffed at her husband, but Sky’s face absolutely lit up. “I assume the coop is still in the same place?”
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Martin knew he must be sweating through his sweater right now. He was more than a little nervous for his first day in the archives. After working in the library so long it felt weird to have a desk to himself. Honestly he was just worried someone would figure out that he lied on his CV now that would end badly. Surely archive work couldn’t be that different from the work he had been doing in the library though right? He should be fine no one would figure it out…hopefully.
Having been so lost in thought Martin barely noticed it when the dog slipped past him as he opened the door to the stairwell. “Shit!” He hissed through his teeth as he ran down the stairs with his box of things balanced precariously in his arms.
After nearly tripping on several stairs he slid to a stop in the assistant's bullpen breathing heavily and searching desperately for any sign of the dog. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear someone shuffling around in the office down the hall. Maybe they had seen the dog. Martin placed his box on the nearest desk and headed for the office. The door was open so he knocked awkwardly on the door frame to get the person shuffling behind the desk to look up.
A man with long cropped brown hair and olive skin popped his head up from behind the desk. He was very handsome, but not really Martin’s type especially seeing as he was way out of his league.
“Sorry you haven’t seen a dog have you?” Martin asked as politely as possible when faced with a very attractive man.
“A dog?” The man asked, looking a bit excited.
Martin rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh yeah a spaniel I think?”
“Why is there a dog in the archives though?” The man who’s name was still a mystery asked, sounding genuinely puzzled as he got to his feet.
“Oh, um,” Martin stuttered, his face going red with embarrassment. “I kind of accidentally let it in. Sorry.”
The man just laughed. “What a great start to my first day as Head Archivist!”
“Oh, oh, you’re Timothy Stoker,” he said, feeling a sinking in his stomach. “I’m so sorry sir I really didn’t mean to let it in!”
“Don’t worry about it seriously, I'm sure we’ll find the little guy soon,” he said, waving off Martin’s concern. “And please call me Tim. Now let's see if we can find that dog.”
Tim led him back down the hall to the assistant’s bullpen. “Where did you last see him?” He asked Martin as he surveyed the room.
“Um, I lost track of him in the stairwell,” Martin said, looking around desperately for the little creature.
“Hey Tim, guess what we found!” Came loud feminine voice from down the hall.
Soon a woman came into view. She had dark skin and dark coily hair done in a fro hawk. She was quite tall and had to be at least 6’ and she was holding a spaniel in her arms. The dog looked very pleased with himself. A man followed behind her as she entered the bullpen. He was a very slight man and he had warm brown skin. His hair fell just below his shoulders and was streaked with grey.
Upon seeing the dog Tim immediately burst into a fit of coos and giggles as he rushed over to scratch the dog’s ears. The woman just smiled as she too scratched the little animal’s head. The smaller man behind her just looked disgruntled.
“Why is there a dog in the archives?” The long haired man asked dryly.
Tim looked over at him with a big grin. “What not a fan of dogs Jon?”
“I prefer cats if I’m being honest,” the other man -Jon- replied with a derisive look at the dog.
“Why does it not surprise me that you are a cat person,” the woman chuckled as she handed the dog off to Tim.
Jon gawked in what could be mock offence, but could also be real offence. “I resent that comment!” He turned to look at Tim. “Did you let the dog in? If so you have to pay for the shelf he managed to topple.”
Tim just rolled his eyes. “Martin here accidentally let him in, but honestly I think we’ll blame the shelf falling on account of it being ancient. We’ll just fill out a replacement form,” he said looking at the collar around the dog's neck. “Let’s call your owner huh… Brutor.” Tim read the name from the collar around the dog's neck.
Jon turned a glare on Martin before swiftly striding over to what Martin assumed was his desk. Not the best first impression he could have made.
“I’m Sasha by the way, Martin was it?” The woman introduced herself. “And the wet blanket is Jon.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Martin told her with a wide smile.
The rest of the day dragged on rather uneventfully once the dog was returned to his owner. He still felt like an idiot for having let the animal inside in the first place and he could tell he made a horrible impression on Jon. Tim and Sasha seemed to just think it was a funny moment to look back on later, but he could feel Jon’s irritation from the desk across from his. Even worse Martin kept finding himself looking back up at Jon and admiring the way his hair fell in his face so elegantly. First day on the job and his new office crush already thinks he’s an idiot.
They didn’t have a lot of direction from Tim honestly. It didn’t really seem like he knew what he was doing, but it was only the first day so Martin didn’t want to judge too harshly. He kept coming out of his office to ask Sasha questions and she seemed to be purposely unhelpful. Martin could have sworn she was playing computer games for most of the day.
Once the end of the day came around and everyone got ready to leave Jon made no move to do so. Tim came out and upon seeing Jon still sitting at his desk typing away furiously he went over to the smaller man and began pulling his chair away from the desk.
“Come on Jon, time to go,” Tim said with a large smile as Jon leaned forward more and more to keep typing.
“But I’m not done!” Jon protested as Tim pulled him all the way away from the desk.
Tim shook his head, continuing to push Jon’s chair toward the stairs. “None of this overworking shit like you pulled in research. I’m the boss now and I say we all go home on time.”
Jon crossed his arms and made a face like a toddler might when told they can’t have chocolate for dinner. “This is bullshit.”
“This is a healthy work-life balance my friend,” Tim said light heartedly. “We’re going out for drinks and you're coming. You too Marto!” He called back over his shoulder.
“Oh okay!” Martin said, excited that he was being included. The people in the library never invited him out. “Sounds fun!”
“Yes it does!” Sasha said with enthusiasm. “Never a dull moment when Jon gets drunk!”
“Shut up,” Jon muttered as he followed Tim and Sasha out the door with Martin in tow.
The four headed for the nearest Karaoke bar and Sasha took the lead directing the group to a quiet booth in the back. It was a nice little corner tucked away so as to allow them some privacy from prying eyes.
“Thanks Sasha,” Jon said quietly as he slipped into the booth across from Tim and Sasha. That meant Martin was going to sit next to Jon. Oh boy.
“No problem Jon, I know you aren’t a big fan of crowds,” she replied with a bright smile. “Drinks anyone?”
“I’ll have a beer,” Tim said with a smile. “What about you Martin want anything?”
Martin wasn’t sure what to get as he didn’t drink often. “Oh um a vodka soda I guess?”
Sasha nodded. “Jon, do you want anything?”
“I’ll have whatever you get,” he replied with a ghost of a smile. Jon had a very cute lopsided smile Martin observed.
It was long before they all found themselves 3 or so drinks deep. Tim, Sasha, and Martin were relatively coherent, but Jon was… well he was piss drunk. It seemed that he had decided if he couldn’t work he would drink until he could no longer think straight. He had already consumed 3 beers and 3 shots of straight vodka.
“I’m going to hit the loo,” Sasha announced as she got up and headed for the restroom.
“I’ll get us another round,” Tim said, sliding out of the booth after her. Then looking over at Jon he said with a grin, “Maybe water instead.”
Then Martin found himself left alone with a very drunk Jon beside him. He let his eyes wander as he waited for Sasha and Tim to get back. Suddenly he heard mumbling from beside him. Was Jon saying something?
It was hard to tell, but it would be rude not to reply if he was saying something. “What was that Jon?” Martin asked the person slumped over on the table with his head in his arms.
Jon lifted his head and looked at him. “Sorry I was rude earlier,” he said quietly. “I’ve been in a right awful mood today. The dog thing isn’t nearly as big a deal as I made it seem.”
“Oh,” Martin said, surprised by the apology. “It’s fine, it was kind of a stupid thing to do… Seems like something only I could achieve,” he said with a self deprecating laugh.
“No it could have happened to anyone,” Jon slurred. “I just um…” a pause. “I saw a bunch of spiders earlier in the stacks and it just kind of set me off kilter for the rest of the day. I-I really don’t like spiders.”
Martin was surprised by that confession. “Oh that’s understandable. A lot of people are scared of spiders. I personally find them cute.” Jon gave him a dubious look at that. Martin swallowed trying to gather some courage. “You know they are all fuzzy and they’re little faces are cute like yours.”
Jon gave him an eye roll at that, but it had no real heat behind it. “I am not cute,” he declared with a drunken slur.
“Now that’s not true,” Sasha said as she slid back into the booth, a teasing note in her voice.
Jon just rolled his eyes and dropped his head back onto the table. At that moment Tim slid back in with waters in hand. “Here Jon drink, then we should get you home.”
Jon took the water begrudgingly and drank quickly then with surprisingly little resistance allowed himself to be led out of the pub and to the tube before dropping him off at his flat. Hopefully he didn’t have too much of a headache in the morning.
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Martin Gilroy.
Arthur Blackwood looked down at the ID that now marked him as a man with that name. It turned out that if you were related to Salesa, you could pull favours with the men selling fabricated backstories. Arthur- or rather, Martin- flicked the card between his fingers, looking up at the old building that housed the Magnus Archives. Martin smirked. Elias Bouchard was certainly bold, Martin would give him that. Martin had to give him that, considering how bold he was about to be.
He stepped into the building, looking around for the front desk. Approaching it with a little more uncertainty than he had approached the building; he felt a little silly, actually. Having been so caught up in this entire plan, he’d forgotten how long it'd been since he had properly interacted like this.
Foreign words tumbled out of his mouth, getting a little jumbled together in his haste. “Ah, hi, hello. I’m looking for Mr. Bouchard? Uh, I have an appointment with him, soon… I think.”
Well, all things considering, a little social anxiety would probably help with covering what Martin was actually planning on doing here.
The woman at the desk looks up from her computer and asks "Mr. Gilroy right?"
"Yes, Martin" he replied
"Great, have a seat over there and I'll let you know when he's ready" she told him "I'm Rosie by the way" she added.
Martin nodded and took a seat outside of Mr. Bouchard's office. He sat there for a few minutes just looking around. He noticed the cob webs in the corners of the room, one of them with a spider hanging from it.
Martin had always been fascinated with spiders. He recalls his science research project from primary school. How many hours did he spend on that project with his father? That was before he left of course.
Before Martin could get too lost in thought, he heard Rosie call.
"He's ready for you now Mr. Gilroy. You can go right on in."
"Thank you," he replied over his shoulder. He twisted the knob and entered the office. Elias is a small man, wearing a 3 piece navy suit with a white shirt and black tie. His face is sharp with a well kept moustache and bright green eyes that seemed to pierce right through Martin- like he was trying to read his soul and intentions. Martin took in a shaky breath.
"Good morning Mr. Bouchard, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing well, thank you. Have a seat," he all but demanded. "Sorry for making you wait. It's been a bit hectic around her these last few weeks after our previous Archivist’s disappearance. Now what can I help you with?" He said, looking up at Martin.
"Well Mr. Bouchard, I'm here for the archival assistant job. I think I'm more than qualified for the position. If you look at my CV that I sent over you'll see I have quite a bit of experience as a personal assistant and in archiving," Martin responded with as much confidence as he could muster.
"I did take a look at the CV you sent over, and I must say I am impressed. You have good experience and education along with some very reputable references- Something you don't see as often as you would think. My question for you is why do you want to work here? Why this institution?" He asked in a smooth voice.
"Well, this is most certainly a reputable institution and I find the research you do here quite fascinating, even riveting. I would love to be a part of that research. Also there aren't many places that would make use of my parapsychology and library science degree," He answered with as much confidence as he could muster.
"Yes, I suppose that's true," Elias said with a small laugh. "Well Mr. Gilroy, I admire your boldness and that with your substantial experience, eagerness, and applicable education I think you would be a great fit for this job," Elias stated. Martin breathes a silent sigh of relief. It worked. "I'll just need you to fill out some paperwork and have it ready on your first day. Does Monday work?" He asked
"Yes, that's perfect," Martin eagerly replied.
"Great. Go ahead and just let Rosie know you need the new hire paperwork. You'll drop that off at her desk Monday and then she can show you down to the archives. This place can be a bit of a maze if you don't know where you're going," He added.
"Thank you Mr. Bouchard," he said, shaking the other man's hand. He walked back out to the front desk to talk to Rosie again.
"Here's the paperwork you need." She said, handing him a thick packet of paper. "Just bring it in, completed, to me on Monday and then I can show you to the archives. We don't need you getting lost on your first day." She remarked.
Martin thanked her and headed back out the way he came. It was time for the fun to begin.
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Martin arrived at the institute approximately 10 minutes early. He wanted to make a good impression on his new coworkers. Heading over to Rosie's desk to drop off the paperwork he completed, he lightly cleared his throat to get her attention. As soon as she looked up at him, he spoke.
"Hey, I have my paperwork ready. Hoping I could still get a guide down to the archives."
"Of course, no problem!" She said, taking the packet from him. "Follow me," She continued. She led him to the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. After they got off, she led him down winding corridors to a door marked Archives. "Here we are. Good luck on your first day!" She said with a big smile.
"Thank you. Have a good one," He replied as she walked off back toward the elevator or it looked like he was heading back that way. This place was rather confusing. Martin took a deep breath before walking in through the door into the archives. Inside, there were two occupied desks with plaques. One reads Timothy Stoker- Archival Assistant, and the other Sasha James- Assistant to Head of Archives. Martin cleared his throat and both of them looked up.
"H-hi, I'm uh- M-martin. Um- Martin Gilroy," He stuttered out.
"Hey, it's the newbie!" The man behind the right desk yelled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tim, your new favourite coworker; and this," he gestured to the woman in the next desk over "is Sasha James: the biggest pain in the ass this side of the Atlantic!" He said with the biggest grin.
"Shut up Tim," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Ignore him, he's an idiot. It's nice to meet you, Martin. I'll let Jon know you're here and we'll get you set up," She got up from her desk and made her way to the office in the back. She knocked on the door with the inscription Jonathan Sims- Head Archivist. She walks in and says something Martin can't quite make out; then she turns back to Martin. "You can go on in. He's ready to meet you," She called to him with a smile.
Martin made his way to the back of the room and through the door. He looked at the man behind the desk and he immediately felt his face flush. He's a slight man with long dark hair tied back into a ponytail. Although he looks relatively young, his hair already had a few grey streaks running through it. He looked up at Martin with big brown eyes and Martin couldn't help, but find him and the warm brown of his skin very attractive.
"H-hello, I'm Martin, Martin Gilroy. I'm the new archival assistant. It's nice to meet you Mr. Sims," The words came out relatively coherent- much to his surprise. Martin desperately hoped Jon couldn't see the flush in his cheeks.
Jon looked up curiously at Martin making eye contact with his ocean blue eyes. He couldn't help, but notice the other man was quite tall and large in a sense that made you not want to get on his bad side. Martin had a cute rosy flush to his cheeks as well.
Cute? Did he really just think he's cute? Oh boy. Jon pushed that thought to the back of his mind to address later… or ignore forever. Whichever came first.
"Good morning Martin, have a seat. I'm just finishing getting your account set up on our software." Jon said as he finished typing everything in. "Alright, that should do it. Here is the information you will need to login," he continued, sliding a sticky note across the desk with a temporary username and password on it. "Once you get logged in you can customise your account and everything."
"Great, thank you Mr. Sims," Martin replied with a small, flustered smile. "What should I get started on today?" He asked.
"There should be some boxes on your desk with files in them. Just do as much online research into those statements as you can and make a report of your findings for each. We won’t get you into field research just yet. And Jon is fine, Mr. Sims was my father." He added.
"Right, of course! I'll get right on it Mr-er, Jon." He stuttered.
"Should you need any help, feel free to ask Tim, Sasha or myself," Jon replied, unable to fight a small, amused smile on his own face.
After Martin left the office Jon felt his face flush. His cheeks warm and his eyes lingered on the figure of his new coworker as he took a seat at his desk. Jon couldn't help, but feel like he could trust him; like he may be one of the only people he could trust. Where did that come from? He wondered, scratching at the earring in his left ear. He noticed more and more that the earring he always wore was irritating his ear for some reason. It was a more recent development since he started this job actually. That's weird, he thought. Maybe he needs to get it cleaned? It's a family heirloom, so he's hesitant to leave it with a total stranger. It was, after all, the last thing he had to remind him of his grandmother.
He can think about that later. For now, he needed to stop staring at Martin (and the way his brow creased as he focused), and get back to work.
Martin sat down at his desk with a long sigh. He couldn't help, but take one last look at Jon through his open office door. Some stray hairs fell in his eyes and Martin found himself imagining a moment where he would brush them away to tuck behind his ear so he could look into those deep pools of brown.
He shook himself and turned on his computer. The computer looked like it came straight out of a 90s tech catalogue, and Martin wondered if this used wifi or dial up internet. The computer started up with that classic windows start up sound- and then Martin yelped, jumping up out of his chair.
The screen saver he recognized from the scary maze game people used to prank each other with in high school. It was even accompanied by that blood curdling scream. He heard Tim laugh, taking far too much joy in Martin's terror.
"Sorry I couldn't resist," he wheezed. Sasha shot him an exasperated look. "What? I hardly get to prank newbies anymore now that we've been banished to the dungeon!" He said defensively.
"If we could not traumatise Martin on his first day that would be great," Jon called from his office, sarcasm dripping from his words. Sasha hummed in agreement.
"You guys are such buzzkills!" Tim said with an amused smile.
"No worries, it's all in good fun," Martin said with a smile. "I always expect a little bit of hazing when starting a new job and I'm hardly traumatised," he chuckled.
"See, he thought it was funny. Also I think I should get credit for knowing how to work this ancient piece of technology so well,” Tim declared.
"Yes, Tim. so impressive," Sasha deadpanned. "Now would you quiet down, some of us are trying to work here," Sasha said, throwing a piece of crumpled up paper at him.
Tim fell to the floor dramatically holding his shoulder like he had just been shot "Sasha, how could you hurt me like this?! I thought we were friends!" he cried in feigned agony.
The archival staff burst out in loud laughter at Tim’s very toddler-like drama. Martin was going to like this mission; unsanctioned or not
I'm writing a Magnus Archives fic to satisfy my current hyperfixation. I'll post chapters here as I write them and I'll also post a link once I get it up on Ao3. This fic is a mafia AU inspired by these memes.
Yes we are giving Martin a gun and it's gonna be wild.