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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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Love this prompt so much! Any thoughts on how it would be clear that Peter is the one who gets Evan pregnant?

(I am so happy this ship and Lukascest in general is slowly happening.)

This idea is too hot so I dashed this out. Will edit it later for ao3.

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After, Peter's relatives took him out of the cave chapel and back into the house. He was sat on a sofa, still dazed from communion as the older men and women broke off into small groups, talking quietly over celebratory wine. A glass was pressed into Peter's hand and he sipped it obediently as he watched as few uncles or cousins or some sort of relation began a card game. Their talking and laughter was oddly distant, like there was a fog obscuring them. Occasionally they would look over at Peter appraisingly but none spoke to him. It was just as well, by his third glass he was sure he was too deep in a stupor to be up for cards. He had expected his relatives to leave after the ceremony but they stayed stubbornly around, growing more enthusiastic as they made their way through the bottles. Was there another ritual coming? It was frustrating that no one told him these things.

It was past midnight when he was shook from his daze by the sound of one of his uncles being slapped on the back by the other card players. He must have won judging by his grin.

"Well played Nathaniel," someone said.

"You going to take your winnings here?" another asked.

"Yes," Nathaniel said, "There's no point in waiting, this is a celebration."

Then he did the most confusing thing. He came over to Peter. He sat next to Peter.

Then he reached between Peter's legs and unbuttoned his trousers.

Peter instincts broke through his blurry haze and he stumbled to his feet. Nathaniel didn't let him get far. He pulled Peter back against his body, a hand gripping his throat. Peter tried to fight but Nathaniel cut off his air supply, so much larger and older and stronger than Peter. Nathaniel pulled Peter's trousers down. He tried to break Nathaniel's hold but his trousers became tangled against his shoes. He couldn't run and he was grabbed easily by his hair and pushed down against the table. The piles of poker chips clattered across the wood and the room fell silent except the the noise of the man behind Peter finishing harshly stripping Peter. He hyperventilated against the tabletop as he felt the gazes of his family fall upon him pressed there, naked from the waist down.

There had to be at least two dozen in the room and he was utterly, utterly alone.

Nathaniel draped himself over Peter. His hard cock was pulled free of his trousers and pressed against Peter's back and then with a slight adjustment between Peter's legs. Nathaniel wrapped one arm around Peter's chest to hold him down as he weakly struggled and reached the other hand between Peter's legs to stroke his clit. Nathaniel rutted from behind, cock slipping between Peter's fold that were quickly becoming wet from Nathaniel's precum and Peter's own arousal.

Peter didn't touch himself much. He found directly touching his clit overwhelming. He'd come fast. Too fast it hurt so instead when he woke up from sweaty dreams he would straddled a pillow and bring himself off rubbing against that. Gently, over and over, until the fabric was soaked and his body throbbing in satisfaction.

Nathaniel rubbing against him was nothing like a pillow. Not soft and giving and it hurt the same as ever when Nathaniel's fingers brought him off squeezing his clit. His body heaved with sensation and then went limp as Nathaniel pulled away.

Without Nathaniel's body heat behind him Peter began to feel very cold. The eyes were still on him even as he squeezed his own shut.

And then the hands were on him.

Peter was turned over and heaved onto the table, legs pulled apart and one pushed up against his chest, leaving him in the perfect position for evaluation. Conrad and another cousin were suddenly there, each holding one of his legs as Nathaniel stood between them and laid a considering hand on Peter's pubic mound. Peter trembled as Nathaniel dragged his fingers down, pinching his oversensitive clit just to see him twitch before spreading apart his pre soaked folds. Nathaniel hummed as he hooked just the tips of his fingers inside Peter's hole to expose his flushed pink insides to the crowd.

"You lost another bet, Conrad my boy," Nathaniel said.

"You sure?" Conrad asked, leaning in until his breath blew hot over Peter's clit. "Could be a trick of the light."

"No," Nathaniel said, pushing just slightly harder and the pressure built inside Peter until the topic of conversation clicked in his head. "He's kept his legs closed during his little hitchhiking stunts."

Peter started to struggle once again and Conrad moved away so he could hold Peter's leg more firmly.

Nathaniel leaned back and took a moment to stroke his leaking cock to full hardness.. He stroked the precum up and down the shaft while pressing the tip against Peter, comparing their sizes with amusement.

"You know," a man to the side said, "I've never seen a proper cherry popping."

There was a round of chuckling. Nathaniel started to rub the head of his cock up and down Peter's slit, never quite pushing hard enough to break his hymen.

Someone sat next to Peter's head, she reached out and stroked a hand down his cheek. "Slow your breathing," she said.She pressed her other hand against his chest. "Breathe out and relax and it'll hurt much less."

Peter tried to summon control over his breathe but it was pointless. Nathaniel utterly ignored her, thrusting in suddenly and with no regard for Peter's frantic panting. Nathaniel groaned, he head dropping back in pleasure as Peter squealed and convulsed under him. It was hot. It was so hot and it stung and Peter was so sure he was going to be burned it felt so bad. The woman sighed in annoyance. Peter's barely noticed as his body shook with sobs as Nathaniel began to properly fuck him.

"You're all brutes," the woman said.

"Oh don't worry," a man answered. They were blurring together thanks to the strange ringing in Peter's ears. "I'm sure Nate will kiss it better when he's done."

More laughter.

"Like a proper gentleman I suppose?"

"Oh shove off. You're getting a bit overprotective of your son, aren't you?"

"I never thought you would stoop so low as to care."

Another annoyed sigh. Peter's mother ran her hands over Peter's torso, pushing his sweater up and watching his small breasts bounce as Nathaniel pounded into him. She stroked his throat and his nipples curiously. She pressed one hand just above Peter's pubic mound, feeling his abdomen distend whenever Nathaniel bottomed out.

Then she touched his clit and Peter learned how hard he could really cry.

He had no idea how long it lasted. His vision was swimming and he was well on his way to blacking out after his third orgasm. And then Nathaniel came, flooding him with a sharp heat that made him cry out.

"Too much, too much," Peter whined, his hips twisting as Nathaniel pulled out, his muscles tightening reflexively. "Get it out."

"None of that," his mother said and Nathaniel pushed the cum and blood that had spilled out back inside Peter's spasming cunt.

Peter's head swam and he almost thought he heard applause.

How he ended up wrapped in a coat and carried from the room was hazy. He was utterly limp when Nathaniel dropped him on the bed. It was like his body belonged to someone else as Nathaniel striped his top off and then spread his legs and took Peter's clit into his mouth. Peter watched from somewhere the heaving, dirty animal on the bed humping Nathaniel's face.

"So greedy," Nathaniel said between sucks. He pushed his cum back into Peter over and over. "This cunt of yours can't get enough, can it?"

The second round was easier. Peter barely cried, even as Nathaniel squeezed his tits, only flinching when Nathaniel emptied inside him once again. It was heavy and hot inside him. Nathaniel slipped out and then slipped a pillow under Peter's hips, keeping his body tilted to minimize the amount of seed that leaked out.

And then his hands were gone and Peter was alone.

And being alone was bliss.

This is so good, and heartbreaking, and cruel! <3

The objectifying discussion of virginity really did it for me. It was just so casual, which upped the hotness like wow.

It's repeatedly shown that the Stranger and the Slaughter do not get along. Tim hates the Stranger so much he'd fall easily into the seduction of violence. Dying in the Unknowing turns him into a full avatar. He's free from the Eye but just a feral mess oscillating wildly between wanting to protect his fellow archive employees and wanting the rip them apart for failing him.

Thanks. This honestly got a little away from me but you know what? Nonny can have little a dehumanization. As a treat.

Though I do kind of want to do something like a sequel bad end where he completely disassociates and forgets Evan's his kid and the family rewards him by making him captain or a good end where he escapes and joins up with Simon Fairchild's weird Vast polycule or something.

(Bro, I love that bad ending so much.)

AYRT No specific thoughts. It could be some kind of supernatural thing, or a simple prenatal paternity test. Whatever is worse for Evan!

(I'm so happy, too!)

Context isnt too important for me, go wild. I just want Elias publically humiliating Peter, making it clear to whoever's around them who has the power in he and Peter's relationship.
Dnw: scat, character death, any form of dom!peter
Bonuses: elias threatening to leave Peter for anyone to fuck (or actually doing it), this actually being a ritual to separate Peter from the lonely, corporal punishment

saw you were filling the prompt yourself, so i hope you don't mind that i took some liberties with a couple aspects. anyways, here's like fourteen pages of porn. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22374751

I love all the Stranger!Danny/Tim fics I've seen, and I'm interested in the reverse. Tim is taken by some power (maybe he found a Leitner during his publishing career?) and Danny joins the institute trying to understand what happened but shambling monster Tim stills comes by now and then to be inappropriately handsy.

thank you so much, Jon's humiliation kink is truly a thing of beauty. <3

Thank you, and thanks for the fantastic prompt! <3

Peter has never met someone who so effectively makes him feel like a lost and especially stupid child like James/Elias/Jonah. The 200 year gap helps. Yeah,,, just. Jonah making Peter feel like a dumb little boy even at 50.
Bonus:
- spanking
- curfews, no Peter sneaking out, his Daddy is much more strict than his father ever was

I'm sure someone has requested something like this before but I can't be bothered to go check so here goes. AU where instead of being hurt or terrified by the Fears, Jon has to be fucked by them. Encounters and levels of consent mirror canon interactions.

Bonus:
-Trans Jon

DNW:
-Underage. Please make his encounter with Mr Spider happen later in his life
-Scat or watersports

seconded!!!! this is GREAT

seconded... Please Take Care Of Him!!!

Tim raised his head when heard the door creak open. “Somebody really needs to grease the hinges on that yellow door,” he thought to himself; it had creaked for as long he could remember. A set of long, blade-like fingers wrap themselves around the door and push it open slowly, revealing a man who was too tall, with curls that were too yellow. He would have been handsome, if he didn’t blur in a way reminiscent of wearing eyeglasses with too strong a prescription. The distorted man smiled Tim, and only then did he remember that there had never been a yellow door in the middle of the Archives.

“God damn it,” Tim grumbled. “What do you want?” The creature he knew as Michael regarded him quizzically.

“Not the Archivist,” it said.

“Oh,” said Tim. “If you’re looking for Jon, he’s not here. He’s off god-knows-where, doing god-knows-what spooky fuckery.”

“No…” said Michael. “I am here for you, Not-The-Archivist.” Tim grimaced at that form of address.

“I have a name, you know.”

“Oh? And what is your name?”

“It’s—” Tim cast his mind about, nervously. “It’s Abraham.” He fell back on his old joke nickname and hoped he sounded confident enough, but Michael merely giggled.

“No, it is not. Abraham Stoker is a real name, but it is not yours. I have heard what the others in the Archives call you, and it is not that. But fear not, Not-The-Archivist. My power is not in knowing or control. It is in deception. Names, the concept of a self, the notion of accurately labeling one, these things are… of little use to me. But,” Michael took a long stride towards Tim, “you are uncomfortable when I call you Not-The-Archivist. So, I should call you…?”

“Tim. And you’re Michael.”

The Distortion laughed again.

“Am? I do not know. I doubt even anybody in the Archives could answer that. But it is something to call me.”

“Fine. Michael, you still haven’t answered my first question. What do you want?”

“You do not Compel as the Archivist does,” said Michael, drawing ever nearer. “What I want… is… to understand. I have seen you, Tim Not-The-Archivist, and you are very different than he is.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” said Tim. “Understand what?”

All that separated him from this distorted figure was one measly office table, which Michael towered over, bearing down on Tim. Its curls seemed to reach out in every direction conceivable—and even some that weren’t—touching Tim, caressing him, drawing him away from himself. He sat upright in his chair, determined to hold his ground.

“Understand… you,” Michael continued. “What you do. And understand… myself. Part of me was once of your ilk, a Michael who searched for answers, longed to know. And there were… other things that Michael longed for, in his memory and future. I feel it. I remember desires that are not mine, but I do not understand, and the feeling compounds, as is my nature. But you, Not-The-Archivist, you do what he does not want and what she denied her want of and what Michael wanted but did not always have. And so, what I want… is to do what I remember but do not know. Michael, before he was me, was many things, and so I am… curious.”

Tim shook his head. He rubbed his temples and squinted at the creature craning over him. It didn’t help.

“I’m sorry, I’m not following,” he said. “You want to use the Archives for research?”

“No,” said Michael. “You. Not-The-Archivist. Tim. You do the things that Michael wanted and I remember. You bring companions to your home and undo them without lies or corridors.” At this point, Michael was leaning so far forward that its nose, if it had had a defined boundary, would have been pressed against Tim’s. “You know them, but it is not the Knowing that is done here. They… enjoy it. You enjoy it. I have seen you and your companions in your home. It is wanted. What Michael wanted. What… I want.”

“You… you’re talking about sex,” said Tim. Michael smiled, timidly at first, but the grin quickly grew to encompass more space than the face occupied. Then, it reached out and grabbed Tim by the shoulders, its knife-like fingertips ever so slightly grazing the back of his neck.

“Yes!” The Distortion was positively gleeful. “I want sex. Michael wanted it many times, but I believe just once will be enough for my needs. Thank you, Tim.”

“Now, wait just a minute,” said Tim. “You can’t just have sex with me. I haven’t agreed to this.”

“But you will.”

“Well, isn’t someone confident? Look, I get that you’re tall with luscious hair, but I’m not going to fuck a monster. No offense,” Tim backtracked, realizing that it was probably best to be diplomatic with a horny eldritch horror with knives for hands. “But I only have sex with humans.”

“Why?”

“Because I know how to have sex with humans. And I know how they have sex with me.”

“Because you’ve had sex with them before.”

“Yes.”

“And you don’t know how to have sex… with monsters.”

“Correct.”

“But you want to.”

“I—” Tim stopped. Did he want to? He looked at Michael, who smirked at him.

“I know the Beholding, Tim Not-The-Archivist.”

“Please stop calling me that.”

“It drew you to it because of who you are. You want to know. And I am curious too. This is… a rare alignment of circumstances. An opportunity to know, to learn, to teach, to… satisfy.” Michael gestured at the door that had just appeared beside him. “Shall we start now?”

Tim considered all of this. On the one hand, sleeping with a fear monster was a textbook example of a bad idea and would almost certainly damn him in some way. On the other hand, he was already bound to the Institute, so how much more damned could he get? It had been a while since he’d slept with anybody, and here was a… somebody with all the charm of an ingenue but who could clearly give enthusiastic, unabashed consent. Plus, he had to admit, those fingers were intriguing. Tim glanced nervously at the door.

“How about I stop on the way home to pick up a bottle of wine, and you meet me there?”

OP: Oh, this is phenomenal thus far! I'm just loving the dialogue, especially Michael's - it feels so true to Michael's character and the way that it approaches language and communication, where it's slightly off-centre, but it KNOWS enough of what it wants, and what Tim wants...

And I also die at the idea that Michael separates Beholding into the binary of The Archivist and Not-The-Archivist. It suits its way of being OH-so-well, and I really love it as a take.

And Tim's sass! Sublime!

Is dub/noncon (not sure where on the spectrum it ends up yet) okay with you, OP? Because I might have an idea.

(I would also personally love to see it consensual and am lowkey willing someone to go there, tbh, my brain just only appears to be capable of providing Jonah happening to people more... adversely.)

hey op, idk if ur still checking this but i’m writing a fill currently. how much predator/prey dynamics is good? all consensual ofc, but i sort of think jon ‘do i miss being chased?’ sims deserves to be consensually hunted with a fun outcome at the end, a lil bit

What would your thoughts be on a Leitner that both allows mpreg and causes temporary self-lubrication for additional body horror?

OP Oh, that sounds good!

"whilst leaning into the dehumanising aspects of pregnancy"
Ye gods, I hope somebody writes this.

While the Beholding being associated with birds is kind of tenuous I just think we should put wings on the Archivist against/regardless of his will anyway, you know?

+ body horror, general unnervingness
++ it’s disconcertingly/unnervingly sexy body horror
+++ adding more eyes while we’re here

oh man, it's not mine but check this one out, it sounds like exactly what you're looking for https://archiveofourown.org/works/19448506

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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

Re: Lukas Family/Evan, Peter/Evan, noncon impregnation

Filled: Older Lukas/Trans Peter, impregnation

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Prompt: Slaughter!Tim

Re: Filled: Older Lukas/Trans Peter, impregnation

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Re: Lukas Family/Evan, Peter/Evan, noncon impregnation

Elias/peter public humiliation, d/s

Fill: Peter/trans!Elias, humiliation & degradation, pregnancy kink

Prompt: Tim/Danny, roleswap

Re: Fill: trans!Jon/Tim, fingering, squirting, verbal degradation & humiliation, noncon, 2/2

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Prompt: Jonah/Peter DDLB

Prompt: Jon/All the Fears

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FILL (1/?): Tim Stoker/Michael, weird sex

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Re: Prompt: Julia/Trevor/Jon fluffy drunk threesome in S3

Re: Lukas Family/Evan, Peter/Evan, noncon impregnation

Re: Lukas Family/Evan, Peter/Evan, noncon impregnation

Re: OP

Prompt: Jon/Martin, Jon/Elias, or gen; body horror, wingfic

Re: Prompt: Jon/Martin, Jon/Elias, or gen; body horror, wingfic