I love the dynamic that peter jon and elias have especially as a ship. As far as we can see of Jon he's a mess to be blunt, but he tries to put on a facade that he's not. Elias is sharp and malicious. He says stuff just because it hurts. Then you have peter. Secretive and manipulative. He's soft in the way the snow is. Cold and more dangerous then it looks. Mash it all together and it is so interesting. You have Jon trying to figure things out, Elias already knowing but being his evil self, and then Peter waiting for his moment to a strike and jump in.
Could you uhm. If you don’t have too many prompts already. Do something more with Jon/Peter? Really enjoy their possible dynamic and. … Possible size difference/body contrast outside of the normal bounds of that trope.
I will never have too many prompts, and Peter is just too fun to write.
This is a lot like my "Intoxicating" fic, although there's no weed and it's a different boy Peter's stolen out from under Elias's nose.
(I thought about making Jon more monstrous, but unfortunately, could not justify shoehorning that into this one. Very sad.)
Ultimately, Peter had lost his bet with Elias, yes. (Which wasn’t entirely fair, given you could very easily argue he had gotten one of Elias’s employees to pledge themselves to the Lonely or at least to Peter, but he did not think Elias was in the mood to be debated at the moment, nor would he be at any point in the next few decades.) Peter did not have the Institute, he did not have the Panopticon, and most infuriatingly of all: Elias was still alive.
But all told, Peter was simply not that upset. Elias’s precious Archivist was quite the fair consolation prize.
The overall details had been tedious and entirely alien to Peter. There was something between Martin and Jon, which he had been aware of, part of the reason he’d chosen the Blackwood lad to begin with, that delicious one-sided yearning spinning slowly down into a comfortable numbness. He never would have taken Martin if he had known it was at all reciprocated which, unhappily for them all, it turned out it was. At least things had all worked out in the end.
There’d been some “Take me, not him.” There’d been some “Jon, no, you - you can’t.” Elias had broken out of prison apparently for the sole purpose of throwing what was, by his standards, a tremendous strop. And Peter had left the Institute and then London in rapid order and with a new pet in tow.
“There’s no place in the city you could put me, then?” Jon asked quietly on the way.
“Well, much as I would like to…” So close to the rest of Elias’s little band of gathered misfits, Martin Blackwood especially, and yet so far! Truly delicious. “I think Kent will do quite nicely for now, for us both. And not just because Elias threatened to make a new desk blotter out of my skin.”
“When did he say that?” Asked with faint surprise.
“Oh, he didn’t as such, but I could tell he was thinking it. I know him quite well, you see. Despite my best efforts.”
So Jonathan Sims, Archivist (because that title was lifelong), former head archivist of the Magnus Institute, new…something or other of the Lukas Estate, Peter would figure it out later, came to reside at Moorland House. Twice-claimed now, all-marked, especial beloved of two gods who really worked quite well together when given half a chance. Peter saw Jon settled (insomuch as one could ever “settle” at the old family homestead, which was to say he didn’t), then it was with great relief he left England entirely, returning finally to his beloved Tundra. Where he remained for months, a beautifully-long and fantastically-healing voyage where he spoke on average to one person a week.
Peter preferred to have no contact with land while he was gone, feeding his god and his own soul, but it was unavoidable this time, the family themselves contacting him. They were nervy: the House had never seen so many visitors as it had begun to get with Jon installed.
They came over the moors and down the roads, traveling for hours some of them, driven inexorably by the need to make a statement, to deliver the phobic cargo riding poisonously in the bellies of their lives. These were people, as Peter understood it, who would ordinarily have found themselves drawn to the Institute to tell their story. It gave him some pleasure to imagine Elias tearing his hair out over that.
The Archivist received the statement-givers, those phobic pilgrims, when they arrived. Ordinarily he would have hunted, sought them out, but they came to him, the constraints of his new god and Peter demanding isolation. Speaking of, Peter had his concerns about so much socialization, but when Conrad dropped in to observe and reported back, Peter’s fears were assuaged. They recounted, they left, neither greeting nor goodbye passing between them and the Archivist, a distance maintained always between him and them. Acceptable.
Peter sailed, the statement givers came to Moorland House, and the Archivist gorged himself on as much fear and loneliness as he could hold.
(Conrad had said Jon seemed fit to burst by the time he left, belt unbuckled and trousers undone, Corruption-scarred belly swelling free of his jumper in an overfed bloat.)
When Peter returned, as he sometimes-regretfully but always had to, he found Jon much changed. The gray in his hair had spread and deepened, pale silver translucence rapidly overtaking the black, frost blooming out from his scalp. Those striking eyes had also paled, nearly luminescent, hue reminding Peter of Elias…but where there were rays of iridescence in his irises, Jon’s were flat, marble instead of opal.
He’d also gotten quite fat during Peter’s absence.
There were tits, there was a second chin, the hawkish angles of his face had softened considerably. A heavy, well-fed gut flowed back into creased love handles that sat atop much-widened hips, with an ass and thighs to match.
Jon had kept up with his wardrobe as his clothing sizes changed…barely. His trousers clung to him, and his top threatened to come untucked from his waistband and dump his soft underbelly out to jiggle and wobble.
“Ah, I see,” Peter said after he’d spent an appropriate amount of time examining and, yes, admiring - good to see a well-fed Avatar. Good to be a well-fed Avatar too, apparently: he could swear Jon was preening as he was perceived. Apparently there was more of Elias in him than just eye color. “Elias was starving you.” Peter paused, putting his head to one side. Though I suppose I can’t blame him since, left to your own devices, you obviously overeat…”
“It wasn’t as if there was much else for me to do,” Jon said, sharply defensive.
“Clearly.”
A statement giver had come in all but on Peter’s heels. Jon took their story sitting across from them, belly spread luxuriously in his lap and Peter’s hands on his shoulders where he stood behind him. Once Jon was finished, gut having long spilled free of his clothing with the meal, Peter took him to bed.
They did not fuck. Peter had no interest and suspected that neither did Jon, not that he cared. But Peter kissed him, tasting fog and fear in his mouth, and lay in bed with Jon straddling him. Peter was a big man, much taller than Jon and stout through the middle, but Jon was heavier than him and no doubt fatter. He pressed Peter measurably into the mattress, plush thighs enveloping Peter’s pelvis, and made soft, high little noises as Peter kneaded at the generous spread of his stomach where it spilled down across him.
Jon was warm. Hot, even, studded in sweat as he flushed. Clearly they still had work to do.
“I ought to go,” Peter said dispassionately, and enjoyed Jon’s sharp intake of breath as the stab of loneliness that caused filled him just a little further.
Chapters: 1/5
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Lukas & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Peter Lukas/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Characters: Peter Lukas, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Additional Tags: Minor Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, One-Sided Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Enemies to Tolerated Aquaintences to Pet Ownership?, Master/Pet, Non-Sexual, Kidnapping, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Peter Lukas Being Peter Lukas, Serial Divorcees Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas, Beholding Avatar Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Crack Treated Seriously, Dark Comedy, Dehumanization, Pet Names, Manipulative Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, The Tundra Cargo Ship (The Magnus Archives), Peter Lukas Hates Having Feelings, Voyeur Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, No Sex, Stockholm Syndrome, Lima Syndrome, for both of them honestly, Who's Stuck With Who?
Summary:
Jon doesn't have it in him to destroy Peter Lukas, and Peter is a sore loser. Instead of running back to the Tundra like Jonah expects, Peter bashes Jon over the head and brings him out to sea with him. Apocalypse averted, world saved, and most importantly Jonah Magnus punished for stacking the deck during their wager.
Peter never had a pet before, but he's certain that looking after the Archivist is exactly the same thing. He just needs to keep his new cat fed and entertained. How hard could it be?
Another Tma Au, because I am bored, and I have a lot of thoughts. Lonely/Eye Jon, PeterJonElias. This isn't good characterization, this is blatant projection, and also really long.
Okay, so season 4 Jon right, he's sad, and he's being either called a monster by people, they are ignoring him, or they blatantly hate him.
Jon gets upset after something happens, and essentially locks himself in his office. No one was expecting him to react like this, so they just ignore it, and hope that he quits being dramatic. Meanwhile, Jon is having a mental breakdown and hiding under his desk because he wants to feel safe for the first time since his coma.
A few days pass, and they realize he isn't gonna leave his office, so they go to get the key. They unlock the door to find that Jon is nowhere to be found, and the room is covered in fog. They try yelling at Peter for this, but he has no clue what is going on. He's been staying away from the Archives, and so they also try asking Martin, but no dice.
Cut to Jonah freaking out because he can't see his Archivist anymore, and he doesn't quite know why because he had been keeping an eye on other things. However, he can still feel that Jon is alive somewhere, he just can't see him. So, he tries mentioning that Jon could be in the tunnels somewhere. They look, and he isn't there.
Finally we cut back to Jon, and he's just cleaning up the Archives once everyone has gone home without anyone realizing. He's quietly getting his work done, and he's leaving before anyone else can show up and get upset at him. The Archives are slowly getting organized, because Jon is a workaholic with nothing better to do, and he's just trying his best to avoid everyone.
Since no one knows where Jon went, things kind of just go on hold overall, because Jonah's plans need Jon. Peter still tries to get Martin to kill Jonah, but Martin just ends up completely fading into the Lonely instead.
Jon has realized by now that something is wrong, and that he's in the Lonely. He ends up accidentally teaching himself to leave it when leaving the Institute one day because he wanted to get a coffee, and the barista couldn't see him. So, now we've got a Jon who actually kind of understands what is going on, and he's starting to feel a bit better about life overall.
He still cleans up the Institute at night when no one else is around. However, one night, Peter is there. He is just sitting in the Archives because he has nothing better to do, and he gets bored with Martin not being around to bug anymore. Peter roughly sees someone in The Lonely and decides to yank them out just to find that its The Archivist. The same person that has been missing for weeks/months by now.
They talk a little bit, and Jon asks a question about Martin, just to realize he can still use compelling, and its gotten stronger, because Peter is just spilling his guts about accidentally killing Martin. Jon gets kinda pissed and tries to leave using The Lonely. He fails, and they just sit together for a bit, because Jon doesn't want to talk to Peter, but the man isn't letting him leave.
After half-an-hour or so, Jon's curiosity gets the better of him, and they start talking again. Peter brings up Jonah looking for Jon, and Jon just yells at him, because 'I swear if Elias is Jonah Magnus I am going to hurt somebody.' Peter kinda just hums along, because that was his reaction at first too.
Jon calms down a bit, and asks about the time, Peter just kinda shrugs because there isn't a clock in Jon's office, and suggests that he go check, as long as Jon stays put. He agrees, and Peter comes back with the time and Jonah.
Jon finally left The Lonely, so Jonah finally saw Jon in the Archives and got overjoyed, because his Archivist was right there where he belonged. Jonah finally gets to the institute around when Peter left the room, so they end up chatting about it for a minute.
They come back to find that Jon is passed out, because as much as he had been taking acre of the Archives, he hadn't been taking care of himself while he was in The Lonely. Jon is exhausted, and now that Peter left, didn't have a distraction.
Jonah and Peter just kinda look at eachother for a minute before Jonah just sighs, and tells Peter to grab Jon, and mutters something about having a spare room on his home. He forces Peter to come with, because serial divorcees, and he can't pick up Jon as easily as Peter can.
So yeah, they end up just putting Jon in the spare room and hanging around the house until he wakes up. Jon finally wakes up the next day, and he's actually doing kind of okay, because Jonah gave him a statement while he slept.
They(Jonah) end up forcing Jon to talk to them, and Jon ends up agreeing to stay for a bit, because he has nowhere else to go. So, a couple days pass by, and Jonah asks if he needs anything. Jon asks for more clothes, and finds them in his room the next day.
They fall into a light dynamic, and Jon ends up enjoying being around them, but its a bit much sometimes, so he wanders off from time to time into the Fog, usually coming back before dinner, sometimes not.
After a while Jon gets comfortable, and kisses Jonah on the cheek as a thanks for something, and Jonah just stops and goes red before walking away. Jon doesn't realize and thinks Jonah is just uncomfortable, so he doesn't do it again.
Something similar happens with Peter, so this causes Lonelyeyes to talk about it, and they are like 'why not, Jon seems interested in us, so we should return the favour' and they start lightly using their own love languages with Jon.
Jon is oblivious until he gets kissed on the mouth, and they end up all talking about it. Peter and Jonah thinking Jon started it, and Jon just not realizing until he lightbulbs. They all go out, and everything ends up being fine.
Jon, setting a bowl down in an empty room: Here's your curry, I put more coconut milk in yours and gave you extra rice because I know that you have delicate white taste buds :)
Peter's disembodied voice, carried on a breeze that shouldn't exist: Thank you, it looks delicious.
Just a little something for today; I’m going to try to do one every day this week, for my idiot boys. These will all very likely take place in my Lonely Eyes OT4 (Jon/Peter/Elias/Martin) AU.
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The letters that Jon receives from Peter bear very little resemblance to letters in the usual sense. There's no greeting, no signature – nothing to address the recipient directly in any way. They read, in fact, like pages torn directly out of a diary and stuffed in an envelope with no context or explanation. For all he knows, they might be. He never mentions them, and the baffling anonymity of them keeps Jon from asking about them either.
He knows that Elias also gets letters; he has no idea if they're the same. He hasn't asked, or tried to Know. If it were only Elias's privacy he were invading he wouldn't have hesitated, but Peter is a different matter.
Jon had ventured the suggestion, once, that Peter sends these inexplicable pages because he wants them to miss him. Elias had laughed somewhat cynically and said that the last thing Peter wanted was for anyone to think about him at all, but Jon isn't entirely convinced. Peter complains, of course, about all the attention – but he does keep coming back.
It doesn't seem right to write back, even if there were a way for letters to reach him (Jon has no doubt that the Tundra has never accepted mail once in her career), but after a couple of long conversations with Martin on the topic, Jon starts leaving things in the pockets of Peter's greatcoat. Small, innocuous things – things it would be entirely plausible for Peter to have picked up from Jon's desk or held for him and then pocketed without thinking about it.
He's careful to make sure not to leave anything personal. Stray pens, notes in his scribbly handwriting that he knows Peter can't decipher, hair ties. There's something, Martin had told him, about finding a reminder of the person you love simply existing, with no thought for you at all.
It's very likely that the tokens Jon leaves are a little too frequent for plausible deniability; he can't claim to be that absent-minded. But they're no more frequent than the letters, at least; and Peter never mentions them, either.
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