OK OK. HeAr me out guys. Buried!Jon AU where everything is the same until he enters the coffin
It’s the first entity he fully enters and LEAVES (excluding the spiral because it let him go willingly)
Imagine okay. We know roughly it takes an “anchor” to leave the buried, sure, but daisy didn’t have that and Jon brought her out with him using his eye powers
This is where we diverge from canon, instead of him just leaving the coffin it comes at the price of his eye powers, he powers trough the buried a place which should not be seen and in it muddies up and blinds his supernatural sight. He leaves knowing the dirt in a way only a buried avatar can and he leaves behind his sight
At first when he finds out he no longer craves statements he’s ecstatic thinking he’s somehow finally free, only to find out the craving isn’t gone, it’s just changed.
This is a short fic written for @initial-lime, in exchange for THIS stunning piece of art.
I have literally never written or even entertained the idea of Jon as anything but Beholding before, but inspiration struck and here's a possible way Buried!Jon might have ended up happening? I hope you like it!
(dw, @falling-raine I'm still working on your fic)
The Mother of puppets has many strings in her web, many children in her brood. The entropy of the End is not to be underestimated, so she clings to life with every limb she has, lashing the bulk of her existence to every opportunity that comes her way.
On occasion, the vibrations along the strings of destiny fall into resonance, revealing paths in her intricate design to be sturdier than others. But the mother does not play favourites, and in her wisdom she waits.
Jonathan Sims was a promising victim of circumstance. The child of a gifted pair, a weave of potential that spoke of a restless mind and a fierce heart that would require taming lest it splinter its own vessel, was ripped from the ground by the stem. Roots severed and damaged, he was planted in the home of his grandmother, where his growth would be shaped by minimal light and packed soil. Some seeds will not grow under such circumstances, but this was a hardy sprout. He revealed himself to be a clambering, cumbersome, parasitic vine, ever searching: what she had come to recognise as a favourite of the Beholding.
Only now did the Mother bestow her blessing upon the boy, marking him as her own.
That is, until the roots of the vine were harmed once more.
There is no telling which of the Mother’s enemies had conspired against her - the unexpected disaster or the inevitable end - but as the remains of Jon’s grandmother were lowered into the ground, the very earth quaked, churned and swallowed him up as well.
By now too old to be shuffled into the foster care system where she could once more catch him, she resigned herself to watch the young man haunt the corridors of the only home he could remember. It was easy enough to lead him to the pack of cigarettes his grandmother had hidden away in a shoe box in the hallway, but the liquor bottles were in a cabinet in her bedroom, where he never entered.
There were many doors Jonathan left unopened.
He roamed the streets at night, still restless and reaching in his nature, but aimless. His grandmother had never provided him with much light, but in the darkness of her empty home, the vine could not tell day from night, up from down. It had nothing to sustain itself with, and yet its roots grew thicker and ever more tangled - tuberous, tumorous.
The Mother calmly watched as the string of fate pulled taught and frayed. Before it could harm the rest of her intricate web, she severed it. He would never be lost from her memory, but she does not play favourites, and will not nurture those who do not benefit.
And who knows, if he keeps growing, she may yet find use for him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Been meaning to crosspost this since I published it. Featuring: Buried!Jon, Corruption!Martin, cottagecore romance, and the subtle creeping horror of love and the Powers.
A light buried!jon post to start out slow. There’s more for later
In s4 all the characters have an arc with a different fear than their “usual” one, Basira gets acquainted with the eye (she was very dark aligned beforehand, more on that later) Melanie divorces the eye, Martin has the lonely
Daisy and Jon though!!! Get to go trough a little buried arc together (herein the bigger thoughts for later)
I like to think that after leaving the buried Jon starts leaving behind little trails of dust, nothing much barely even noticeable. He probably excuses it as the archive just being dusty whenever someone finally does notice
He probably also starts being more comfortable while under weight, and has a couple weeks where he hunts down every mildly heavy blanket in the archive to pile on top of himself while sleeping
Jon is somewhere actually extremely buried aligned, because even though he hates being a monster he never has a chance to escape it, it is simply something awful that happens to him that he has no chance of preventing
A lot of his reluctant acceptance of the circumstances also happen around the time he physically enters the buried
Hello fellow Buried fan!!! I was checking out your blog and saw you like seeing peoples Buried playlists, so here's mine
I'd highly recommend listening to Buried Alive and Six Foot Deep by Creature Feature :D
Also I really really like your Buried!Jon headcannon!! A lot of people seem to headcannon that Jon would hate the Buried after his trip into the coffin, so seeing someone hc that he'd actually end up enjoying it and gaining some traits from it is really interesting and cool!! I'd love to hear more buried!Jon headcannons from you
YessssssssssssssSSssSsSssSssSSssSsss more music for my insanity eeeeehehheheheheheh (:<
Also!!! I think he kinda picks up little traits from all the fears after getting marked by them? I might be reading into things but I think i could make an argument for it lol
Also! Idk if I included this in my last buried!jon post I haven’t looked at it in a second but a longer headcanon of mine (that I have accepted as pure fact by now) is that he generally sleeps under his desk, like it’s one of those that are covered all the way so there’s a little cubby where your legs go. I think before the buried he’d sleep there because it was simply a nice spot out of view but after the buried he starts finding comfort in the cramped encapsulated feeling of the table cubby.
He gets all snug underneath like 5 million blankets underneath the desk,, for a very overdue nap
