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“He said--” God, he could repeat it word for word if he wanted. The knowledge sits in the back of his throat, acidic like bile. Everyone shys away from the Knowing, but the worst is the Remembering, every moment scratched onto his brain too deep to wear away. If he closes his eyes, he could be there again. Jon sighs and looks up, before he can lose his nerve entirely. “How much do we really know each other, Martin?”
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the cabin gives jon a little too much time to think about what peter said in the lonely. martin has a solution.
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What we survive grows in our gardens and stains our hands by Kitkire
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast), Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
12 Sep 2021
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It's the 66th Hunger Games, and Jonathan Sims has been chosen. He's not built for this; scrawny, barely skilled in sewing, reads in his spare time - not a killer.
His mentor seems to agree, and Jon doesn't have high hopes.But the Capitol holds more than death; something entrenched in its core, a secretive president, familiar faces and new bonds, and a flicker of hope.
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just give us a touch and let me down slow (just let me know if this is some kind of life, or something else) by iamcringebutiamfree
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
18 Mar 2024
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Jon’s skin did not feel like his skin.
It hadn’t for some time. A month or more (he couldn’t tell; the storeroom had had no windows, and without a day/night cycle he’d lost track of things quickly) in a refrigerated warehouse with only the thin tee shirt he’d been wearing when they took him had left him feeling cold and numb, as inert as all the silent waxworks that had watched him for the length of his captivity.
He’d grown so used to the cold he hardly felt it until it was gone. It was only when Helen Richardson (if it was still Helen Richardson – her predecessor certainly hadn’t been Michael Shelley, anymore) had deposited him on the floor of his office that he realized how desperately cold he’d been for weeks.
He went to hug himself – from cold, from fear, from a general and overwhelming unhappiness – but found that he recoiled at his own touch. He couldn’t recognize himself in any part of the interaction. His fingers brushed the skin of his arm and felt only the inhuman chill of wax, and his arm received the touch of his hand and felt only the dead press of plastic.
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He’s got a reputation to uphold anyways; an uptight, rigid reputation that dictates the way that he interacts and functions and is such an integral part of him that he can’t let go of it anytime soon. He likes his safety nets. He likes his contingencies. He likes his privacy, and everything around this place right down to the walls seems to have ears, so he’ll stay tight-lipped up to and beyond the threat of death.
He’s good at that.
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In which Jon takes up embroidery and bumbles through life the best that he can.
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Come, my dear, and be a part of my home by iamcringebutiamfree
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
08 Jan 2023
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They saw new sides of each other, living together. Martin got to see pre-coffee Jon – a monster made of bedhead and irritability – and Jon, while helping Martin convert the couch-bed back into a couch, saw Martin genuinely angry for the first time. (It was odd to think that there was a level of unhappiness Jon hadn’t seen from him, given their recent experience of nearly being eaten by worms together, but that rusted goddamn bedframe was enough to bring it out in him.) As Martin broke out some of the more creative curses in his repertoire, Jon gave up on the bed to simply watch in awe.
They learned other things about each other as well. Jon was a surprisingly courteous houseguest (courteous to a fault, if anything - he must have said the sentence “Whatever you want is fine” about 15 times as they were figuring out dinner plans, which was nice and all but not helpful, Jon!) and a surprisingly heavy sleeper. He liked to wear socks around the house, and he never remembered to refill the brita, and he sang in the shower, surprisingly well.
After Leitner's death, Jon flees to Martin's apartment. Some things change, many stay the same.
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- Part 1 of Jmart Roommate AU