#kalgalen

[saphizzle]

midnight mass exchange/collab I did with @kalgalen !! They sketched a lovely sunrise scene for me to color ;v; I wish it could’ve ended this way…. Go check out Mer’s part for erin and riley hanging out!

[red-archivist]

.@kalgalen 's zine came in the post today! It's so charming and funny (and not at all badly drawn!)

The extra little touches like the institute's stamp on the envelope and bonus sad Jon are so sweet as well, thanks for making it!

[nameless-is-nameless]

@kalgalen ‘s vampire look was so good I couldn’t resist sketching them

[im2tired4usernames]

:c *hug* friend it is not selfish to want to celebrate your birthday with your family and I'm sorry that they decided to just straight up leave you alone for it. It's bad and they should feel bad

*hugs* thanks friend it's alright :p i've decided I'm going to make something fancy for dinner and enjoy having a quiet clean house to myself

[celsidebottom]

Given how exhausted Jon was after extracting a statement from Breekon, it’s likely that compelling Peter Lukas from within the Lonely will probably wipe him out even more.  So, based on a conversation I had with @kalgalen, here’s a short fic of Jon passing out the moment they’re out of the Lonely, and the talk he and Martin have when he wakes up, a talk which is long overdue.

Heaving and staggering, Jon and Martin stepped from the fog and static and back into the Panopticon, faint wisps of the Lonely still clinging to them until they finally wrenched themselves from it entirely.  

It was only once they were back in the Institute, hard, solid ground beneath their feet, did Jon realize how exhausted he was.  While looking for Martin, focusing on saving him above anything else, his adrenaline had taken over and nothing could stop him, not even Peter Lukas.  But compelling Lukas that last time, trying to force him to explain and – oh, god – killing him… Jon started relying more and more on the arm Martin had wrapped around his shoulders as they clung to each other and to the companionship both of them had very nearly lost. 

But soon enough, even Martin holding tight to him and calling his name couldn’t keep him awake. Exhaustion won out, and Jon fell to the floor.  The last thing he heard was Martin crying out for him, begging him to not leave him alone again.

*

Jon blinked heavily against the fluorescent light above him.  His head ached, and he could barely move his limbs from the bed in which he rested.

Besides the pain, though, he could feel one thing, something warm and soft against his hand, a vague motion to it.  

Struggling against his weakness, he lifted up his head to see Martin beside the bed, now watching him with worried and relieved eyes, while his hand tightened its grip around Jon’s.

“Jon… you’re… you’re okay.”

“Where are we?  What happened?”  Everything was a blur, flickering combinations of fear and static.  

“You saved me.  From the Lonely.  And then, when we got out, you… you passed out.  I carried you back to the Archives.  Elias tried to stop me, briefly, but, well, out of everything, he was not going to stop me.”  Martin let out a heavy exhale.  “I didn’t know if you were just unconscious or if…  but you’re alright.  You’re awake.  You’re here.”

Jon squeezed Martin’s hand and mustered a smile, before propping himself up on some pillows. Every motion ached and his head throbbed, but it all hurt a little less once he was able to see Martin, still sitting there, holding carefully to his hand and refusing to let go.  “I’m not going anywhere, Martin.”

“Thank you,” Martin whispered.  After a pause, he continued, more frantically this time, “When you passed out in the Panopticon, I thought… I was afraid you were in another coma, or something.  Last time they didn’t expect you to ever wake up. And I… eventually believed that. I gave up on you.  Not this time.”  He shut his eyes tight against the tears.  “I’m not giving up this time.  I don’t know why you didn’t give up on me, but… thank you.”

“Because I love you,” Jon said, blurting out the words that had replayed in his head over and over as he wandered through the Lonely, hoping that that feeling might guide him to Martin.  

Martin watched him, clearly playing the words over in his head, before smiling and giggling slightly as a blush crept into his cheeks.  Jon couldn’t help but smile at him too, biting back an apology – he’d said the truth, and there was no reason to take it back, not now.  Not as Martin looked at him with a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there in ages, reminding Jon of every little thing he loved about him.

“I love you too,” Martin replied quietly.  “I thought I’d stopped.  But… once I saw you in there, really saw you… I know that those feelings never went away.  Not even when I thought you were dead.  But you’re here, we’re here…  Can I… can I hug you?”

Jon nodded and laughed as much as his aching body would allow.  “Yes.  Yes.”

Martin flung himself forward, held onto Jon, and buried his face in the crook of his neck.  A second later he tried to pull himself back, uttering some apology given Jon’s condition, but he couldn’t move as Jon sunk into the embrace, holding onto Martin with every ounce of his strength. They stayed like that for some time, crying into each other, offering apologies for every moment that they were apart and thanks for coming back together against all odds.

Only after they broke away and Martin returned to holding Jon’s hand, did Jon speak.  “There is… something that Peter Lukas said while I was in the Lonely.  He pointed out that we don’t actually know each other that well.  And, he’s right.  So, once I regain my strength and can stand again, what do you say we go get a coffee or something?  A proper date?  None of this end-of-the-world nonsense.”

“I’d like that.  I’d really like that.”

“Thank you for staying with me,” Jon added, unable to think particularly coherently as he focused on the way Martin’s thumb brushed against his own and exhaustion started to creep back into his bones.  

“I’m not leaving again. I mean, maybe to go to the restroom or get a snack or something, but…”  They both laughed, a melodious sound that echoed against the darkness of the Institute.

“I think… I’m going to get some rest, if that’s alright,” Jon requested, barely able to keep his eyes open as he spoke.  

“I’ll be here when you wake up.  Take your time.”

Jon smiled and shut his eyes.  Before sleep claimed him, he mumbled, “I’m glad we didn’t wait too long.”

[screechfoxes]

kalgalen replied to your post “today i am delighted to learn that i have been Cancelled”

jonelias bad?

not only jonelias bad but jondaisy bad

(and also michaelmike bad but that was just my particular fic of it)

[backofthebookshelf]

Hooow about jm and 9. “War’s End” kiss 👀

When Martin sat down on the bench next to him Jon startled, something Martin had never thought he'd see again. He was sure Jon could See everything by now. "Penny for your thoughts."

Jon shook his head tiredly, then shoved aside the lock of gray hair the motion had thrown into his face. "I just wanted a few more minutes before I go...back. In there."

Martin hummed in agreement, deciding not to mention that Jon had been sat out here, staring across the street to the Magnus Institute, for more than an hour. He hesitated, then asked, "Do you think it's really over?"

"No," Jon said immediately, bitter and exhausted. "If I've learned anything it's that this has all happened before and it will likely all come round again, whether we're here to stop it or not." He sighed, and it seemed to drain the rigidity out of his spine as well; he slid a little closer to Martin, leaning their shoulders together. "But I think it's done for now, as much as it can be."

Martin nodded. "Good enough," he said softly. He let his hand fall to his side and meet Jon's, and when he didn't pull away, Martin turned his wrist and laced their fingers together. After a long, tense moment, he glanced over at Jon, who was staring now at their interlocked hands as if he'd never seen such a thing in his life. Martin bit back a smile and squeezed.

He got a startled look in response, and Jon started to pull away a little bit, then seemed to change his mind. He licked his lips nervously. "Martin," he started, hesitating. "I don't - I'm not human any more, Martin. I haven't been for a long time, and I." He met Martin's eyes, looked away again. "I'm not the same person you." He bit off the end of the sentence hard, squeezing his eyes closed.

"Maybe not," Martin said when it was clear Jon wasn't going to finish his thought. "I'm not the same person either." How much Jon knew about what had happened - well, that was a matter for a different time. What was more important now was -- "I still love you."

Jon took a deep, shuddering breath before opening his eyes. They were shining, his eyelashes beginning to clump with unshed tears, and Martin felt a wash of tenderness followed by a profound relief. He'd lost so much, missed so many opportunities, but he hadn't lost this. He leaned in and Jon met him halfway. His kiss was soft, tentative, and much too brief, but Martin had waited this long. Now, finally, they had time.

[send me a kiss prompt]

[sazandorable]

fun fact about nb juno: sophie and kevin didn't intend for him to be nb at first (which is why the first time he refers to himself as a lady he says "a lady gotta have her secrets" instead of "his") but then it kept. happening. "i'll have what the lady's having" was a coincidence as well and at one point they just went "fuck it i guess he's a lady then" and i think that's beautiful

ok that’s just endearing him to me even more and IT IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

love when characters just go even-more-queer/nd-than-expected at their creators and the creators go “WELL THAT’S HOW THINGS ARE NOW I GUESS”