#martinjon

[listeningtoabundleofpodcasts]

MAG 165 - Revolutions

not jon spitting absolute bars than having the audacity to say the poem wasn't good. martin would have loved the poem if he had heard it is all i'm saying.

[springypaws]

Another quick & messy jmart drawing cause I’m so sane about them (…there will inevitably be more)

The image description can be found in the alt text of the image <33333

(Also feel free to lmk if I should move the descriptions here (under the image as a caption), cause I’ve noticed that’s what most people do!!)

[minnesota-fats]

There are no Strings on me

Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist

Season 5 Jon goes back in time in the form of a cassette and becomes Season 1 Jon’s Jiminy Cricket.

Tape Jon:

I just updated chapter 4 so go take a look if you can!

[thebookofthefaeries]

Computer: Please type a password

Martin: *types jon's name*

Computer: Your password is too weak

Jon: The fuCK YOU JUST SAY?

[atelolucid]

Mild Spoilers For Magnus Archives

Jon Introducing Martin to everyone in season 5 made me sooo happy!

[toosicktoocare]

Ya’ll know when you’re waiting for the whole kiss, kiss, fall in love in The Magnus Archives, but there’s no kiss, kiss? 

This is my attempt at fixing the very apparent lack of kiss, kiss in episode 159, The Last. (Spoilers for episode 159.)

The sheer, quivering power of the Eye, of ripping Peter Lukas to static, frayed pieces that disintegrate and fade to nothing, mixes tightly with Jon’s pulsing adrenaline, concoting an almost overwhelming pressure of power that’s steady underneath his heart and mind.

He turns, the echo of his footsteps mingling with a distant pair that soon becomes loud yet lost. 

“Martin.” Jon calls out to Martin, his voice wavering slightly. “He’s gone, Martin. He’s... He’s gone.” Martin’s back is to him, and Jon steps forward, reaching out to Martin, his hand stopping just short of Martin’s shoulder. 

“His only wish was to die alone.” 

Jon’s hand falls, his fingers curling into tight fists at his side. “Now, listen to me, Martin. Listen.” The reverberating roar of compulsion nips at the edges of his tone, but he swallows the pulse of power down, working with his own raw, twisted emotions instead. He lifts his hand once more, grabbing Martin’s shoulder and pulling until Martin’s absently turning to face him. 

“Hello, Jon.” 

Just as before, Martin’s eyes are endless, white pits that are far too hollow and void of life. His face is carefully posied in a neutral, distant look that has Jon digging his fingers hard into Martin’s shoulder. 

“Listen, I know you think you want to be here; I know you think it’s safer, and well... well, maybe it is. But we need you.” Jon’s voice breaks, lips and tongue working thickly around the three, single words he’s been desperately itching to say the moment he woke on a hospital bed. “I need you.”

Martin’s passively still before him, looking but not seeing. “ No, you don’t. Not really. Everyone’s alone, but we all survive.” His words, predictably, come with a lifeless echo that Jon interrupts, unknowingly tapping into a desperate, frustrated plea.

“I don’t want to just survive!” The burst of words come easily, his emotions flipping quickly through his lexicon to form the sentences he doesn’t think he could easily form on any other given day. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Jon lifts his other hand to Martin’s other shoulder, and he digs his fingertips into Martin’s skin, with only a thin shirt stopping the contact of skin. He steps forward, his elbows bending as he shortens the distance until he can feel Martin’s even breaths puffing warm against his face. 

“Martin.” Jon presses, unaware of the inner tremble that’s jerking to his hands. He stares desperately hard into Martin’s vacant, lifeless eyes, searching frantically for any sign of familair life. “Martin, look at me. Look at me and tell me what you see.” The cutting jolt of cumpulsion tiptoes across his tongue, as if teasing him, but this time, Jon welcomes it, if only faintly. 

“I see...” Martin’s voice quivers, shaking similarly to Jon’s hands, and Jon’s breath catches tightly in his throat, air building underneath a growing lump.

The endless white of Martin’s eyes is beginning to darken and fade to familiar colors that Jon wordlessly drinks in with bated breath, relief hesitant. 

“I see you, Jon.” Martin laughs, his distinct echo fading, and then he laughs again, his lips curling upward into a wild and very real smile. 

“I see you.” 

The wall of air pressing against Jon’s rib cage pushes past the lump in his throat, and his entire body sags under the heavy yet very welcome pressure of relief. “Martin.” The smile that crosses his lips is warm yet worringly short-lived when Martin’s breathing hitches before him, his chest rapidly rising and falling in time with the large, pooling tears slipping from his eyes. 

“I... I was on my own. I was all on my own.” 

Jon’s mind falls blank, no words available to ease Martin’s tether to the Lonely, only actions. He steps forward again until the toes of his shoes bump into Martin’s, and he gently leans forward, hands steadying on Martin’s shoulders, and brushes a careful, warm kiss to Martin’s cold lips. 

It feels... impossibly right, Jon thinks. Martin’s lips, warming under his touch, mold perfectly to his, a fautless match of comfort and pressure he melts into. A complete feeling of honest rightness he chases through the easy brush of a kiss.

He pulls away, lips tingling, tasting of Martin, of a warm, present safeness he longs for. 

“Not anymore,” he tells Martin, soft, authentic certainty coloring his tone. “Come on. Let’s go home.” Home, he thinks, one hand slipping down to lace easily into Martin’s. He’s fond of the word, of the scenario that Martin is home. 

“How?” Despite the simple yet heavy question, Martin’s voice is already leaning toward an unwavering trust that Jon solidifies with a tight squeeze of Martin’s hand. 

He turns from Martin, the Eye working to break through the foggy, gray blankness of the Lonely until a wavering path manifests before him. 

“Don’t worry. I know the way.” 

[thebadchoicemachine]

Jon and Martin ♥️ (and The Ceaseless Watcher)

[statementends]

Mmmm I’m gonna be super indulgent and ask for jonmartin and asexual? For your prompt thing. Please!

Characters: Jon and MartinPairings: Jon/MartinWarnings: None.AO3: LinkSummary: Martin learns about a bet about his and Jon’s relationship.

“They’re still together. You gotta pay up.”

“Fuck–I mean… it’s great. It’s GOOD and all… but… fuck I didn’t think you’d remember.”

Martin backed up from the door from Melanie and Daisy. He found himself in this situation a lot now. Eavesdropping without meaning to because no one noticed he had come in. Even being free of Peter’s influence he was still a bit… faded from the world. It helped when he was with Jon. When they were together he could never feel lonely. Not anymore. They were… well, they were dating now and… well…

He’d never been happier in his life. Even with all the monsters, and fear, and worry.

He was going to announce himself, he really was but…

“I can’t believe they got past a month,” Melanie grumbled pulling out twenty pounds and handing it over to Daisy who looked smug.

A month was how long him and Jon had been–did they… did they have a bet?! He leaned in to listen not feeling guilty at all now. Really, betting on his love life!?

“I told you,” Daisy said smugly. “They’re in love. It’s sweet.”

“Yeah, yeah. I didn’t think they weren’t in ‘love’ or anything like that.” Martin could hear Melanie’s eye roll. “What I thought was, they’d be incompatible for actually dating. I mean, Jon is so… persnickety.”

“Persnickety?” Daisy snorted.

“He’s a fusspot, don’t try to deny it. And Martin is so needy, I mean–I get it, but even before the thing with Lukas he was a bit… clingy. I don’t doubt they care about each other, I just thought… I don’t know, that after adrenaline wore off they’d annoy each other, or neglect each other. I thought Martin would be too pushy and Jon would be too distant.” Melanie shrugged.

He felt cold. Was he too pushy? Maybe Jon was just tolerating him because of what happened. What if Jon was actually unhappy, but being a martyr because he feels guilty?

A warm hand grabbed his wrist, startling him.

“Jon?”

“Martin.” Jon was looking at him up and down, his beautiful piercing dark eyes pinned to him, unblinking. “What’s the matter?”

Martin took a deep breath. Put his free hand over Jon’s. It was later. Melanie and Daisy were gone. How long had he been standing by the door?

“I had to Look for you,” Jon said softly. He squeezed Martin’s wrist, and let it slip into hand holding. Jon rapidly blinked, coming out of his Archivist mode.

Martin’s skin was chilled, but already he was feeling warmer. “I had… a bit of a relapse I guess,” Martin admitted. He paused. “Not that–I’m fine. You don’t have to–I mean–”

Jon was peering at him. Not in his Archivist way, but in his Jon way. Slightly confused, a bit awkward, very curious, and all of it laced with concern. Concern for Martin.

“Martin.”

“I just… I heard the others talking about… I just… Jon. You’re not with me just to make me happy, are you?”

Jon’s brows scrunched trying to understand the question. “I mean… yes?”

Martin’s heart dropped. Jon backpedaled seeing his expression.

“That’s how… that’s how relationships work, right?” Jon said quickly. “I know that I’m not the best at it, but that’s–that’s the basic principle isn’t it? I make you happy, and you make me happy, and we’re happy together? Am I not–have I not–Did I do something wrong?”

“No! No, Jon, you’ve been… you’ve been wonderful I… I’m so lucky. I’m so lucky to have you.” Martin squeezed Jon’s hand. Jon still looked a bit upset, unsure.

“I know I’m not …” Jon hesitated. “I know I can’t give you… what a normal relationshi–”

“This is a normal relationship.” Martin reassured. “I mean… besides the spiders, and eyeballs, and disappearing boyfriend. Asexuality is normal. Lots of people are ace.”

Jon snorted. He still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the terminology, but he did like labels. Categorizing was always a comfort to him.

“I just… I don’t want you to be… stuck with someone who doesn’t meet your needs.”

“You do meet them though, Jon. You’re everything.” Martin turned. He was holding both Jon’s hands now, letting Jon gaze at him, so that he could see the truth in him powers or no. “I haven’t been lying to you. I’m the same. I mean… for me sex I can take or leave, but I promise it has nothing to do with that. I was… I was worried I’ve been… too needy in… in other ways.”

Jon blinked once and shook his head. “You haven’t been.” He said plainly. “Not at all. You always ask first… no one else has done that for me.”

Jon was awkward about touches. He had told Martin that he just… wasn’t used to it. That it took a long time for him to get comfortable, and that when people did touch him it tended to end in pain. Martin understood. Every scar on Jon’s body hurt his heart.  He made it a habit to ask first or let Jon make the first move. Jon always had this little smile when he did that. A fondness that heated Martin’s cheeks.

“Where did this all come from, Martin?” Jon frowned. He had gently let go of Martin’s hands and started rubbing them, warming them from the Lonely’s icy touch. “You said you overheard something?”

Martin blushed. It all seemed so stupid now with Jon in front of him, holding him.

“I heard gossip and it… hit close to home. I just… still can’t believe that you actually want me.”

Jon let go of his hands, hesitated, and hugged him. Martin wrapped his arms around Jon encircling the smaller man. God he was so warm. Martin blinked away tears.

“You’re everything,” Jon said, echoing him. “I think… I think we just… fit together.” His cheek was pressed against Martin’s shoulder muffling his words a little.

Martin gently pressed a kiss to the top of Jon’s head. They pulled apart. Jon took his hand again. Both of them were blinking rapidly. Jon rubbed his eyes.

“Let’s go home.”

Martin nodded happily. He walked through the halls with his partner feeling completely there, and whole and content. The others could bet all they wanted, but it would always be a losing bet if they thought Martin would give up Jon for anything.