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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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Elias can't see, so Nikola very helpfully describes to him what she's doing to his Archivist. (Can invole B&H as well if you want!)

Mr. Spider invites Martin over for dinner. Martin likes spiders very, very much, and there's something hypnotic about Mr. Spider's eyes....

What-if fic where the thing that wasn't Sasha does replace and "wear" the Archivist (at any point of the plot), and then procedes to have fun with any of his acquaintances.

Preference and obvious choice and would be Martin (who feels that there's something not right with Jon suddenly paying attention to him, but is very weak to it), but Tim could be really fun too.

Seconded, this sounds so hot

MAG104 spoilers

Tim gets kidnapped by Nikola/seeks her out for revenge. Predictably, things don't go as expected, and now he's her helpless prisoner. She decides to cheer him up with a bit of family time! Cue Tim being gifted to the dancer wearing Danny's skin, to do with as it pleases. This turns out to be 'pretending to be Danny as convincingly as possible while fucking Tim'. Any level of consent is fine here. Tim can hate every second of it, or maybe the monster gets inside his head and convinces him that this is the closest he'll come to getting his brother back? And maybe when Nikola decides Tim can be let go, he no longer wants to leave his brother...

Just some good old unprofessional conduct in the archives.

Bonus options: hurried and messy, half-clothed, standing and pinning against wall/shelves, semi-public kink, almost-getting-caught, knocking things down, messing up files, incongruous comments about the weird job, ...

Spoilers for ep 104.

Elias tries to stop Tim again. Reasoning with Tim fails again. Only this time, it goes somewhere rather different. (And hey, maybe Elias can teach Tim a little respect, this way.)

Also I love the idea of Elias secretly wanting to keep Tim controlled for now, but wanting him as the sacrifice to stop the Unknowing in the long run. If you could throw that in, that'd be awesome.

Sasha had never been loud, but Martin still felt her absence as an echoing silence. Ever since she’d vanished, Tim had been even more distant, with the occasional sharp word impaling Martin’s attempts at good humor. But he didn’t really mind. It dug at the hollowness in his chest, and maybe that was good. It distracted him from his worry.

The police had taken Jon, after finding the old man dead. He hadn’t tried to run, or even protest, just used that disarming charm that made Martin’s heart flutter, and went along with them. Before he left, he’d rested his hand on Martins arm, fingers lingering on his wrist, and he’d said they’d talk when he returned. And he would return. No one had any reason to suspect a man like Jon of anything.

Least of all Martin.

He stared down at the page in front of him, and tried to think. Dark, erratic scribbles marred line after line of his attempts, but he had to keep trying, had to get it just right.

Odd how my eyes never find you.
Stranger still how your skin,
Softer than a baby’s breath,
Slips over mine like a glove.

It was utter tripe. Martin lifted his pen to scratch it out again, but before he could, the paper was snatched out from under him, the pen scoring a jagged line through the words, but not covering them.

“What’s this?” Jon peered down at the paper with that funny little smile that always made Martin’s stomach roil. He pressed his lips together, trying to hold it back.

“Well, it’s just—well, you know, I write a bit of poetry, and—” Martin made a vain attempt to grab the paper back, but Jon danced out of his reach, ever graceful. A lock of golden hair fell into his eyes, and Martin itched to reach out and touch it. It was so perfect, sometimes he wasn’t sure if it could be real.

“This is lovely, Martin.” He set the paper back on Martin’s desk, and Martin shivered. “Is it about me?”

“I—I mean.” The words stuck in Martin’s throat, and he tried to swallow them back down. Jon was smiling. That couldn’t be bad. “Yes, it is.”

Jon’s smile widened, and Martin froze in place, terror shooting through him. What would Jon do now, that’d he’d pretty much confessed he fancied him? It wasn’t right, was it, to fancy your boss. And Jon was a good man, he’d never take advantage. Even if Martin wanted him so much he ached.

But Jon just gave him a conspiratorial wink. He’d always been a bit of a flirt, but had never turned it on Martin before. The sick feeling was back in full force as Jon conspicuously scanned the room. They were alone, so alone. Martin wrapped his fingers around the edge of the table as Jon walked around it to stand behind him, placing a clammy hand on the side of his neck.

“Don’t tell Elias,” Jon whispered into his ear, then bit down lightly on his earlobe. Martin actually squeaked, and then winced. But Jon only laughed softly, rotating him so they were facing each other. His eyes were glassy, probably from lack of sleep. But it didn’t matter. Martin wanted nothing more than to stare into those eyes forever, in the hopes that someday, Jon would look back.

But Jon’s eyes disappeared from view as he leaned in, waxy lips brushing against Martin’s, hand tightening on his neck.

“Later,” he murmured. Martin shut his eyes, and felt Jon pull away, like he’d never been there at all. Martin didn’t look until the door shut behind him.

Strange, how Martin couldn’t bear to watch him leave.

DEALER'S CHOICE! Include the less-than-consensual monster lovin' or don't, make it or the recovery the emphasis, Jon or Martin as the victim, previous relationship or just begining - or related poly pairing, I don't care! But someone's had a bad-touch bad time with an entity, and it's time for Martin and Jon (and associates, if the writer so desires!) to pick up the pieces after it's all gone down.

OP says: FANTASTIC AND PERFECT, YES, THANK YOU!! This subtle wrong-ness and Martin self-justifying everything that's weird was exactly what I wanted and excellent :DD
(and the piece of poetry is not that off, Martin ;) )

Wow, this was absolutely amazing! I love the subtle creepiness, the changes in "Jon".

I love how Martin's desire interplays with the almost slightly off-putting descriptions (waxy lips, clammy hands, glassy eyes).

Martin wanted nothing more than to stare into those eyes forever, in the hopes that someday, Jon would look back. What a beautiful line! And it hurts so good.

I love it! Poor Martin! I know he's very happy right now, but still, poor, poor Martin. (and this poetry is not that bad, really)

This is so great! I love all the subtle hints that it's not really Jon (charming? a flirt? the glassy eyes and blond hair...), and the way that poor Martin doesn't even realize. It's horrifyingly perfect.

How does Martin feel, the first time he takes a statement from someone, and realizes the supernatural being they encountered was Jon?

Tim takes some of his anger out on Martin. Preferably not noncon, but dubcon is okay.

Preferably set during season 3, but alternatively, Martin treating Jon's injury after he got attacked by Michael in A New Door.

During a heated argument, Elias ends up slapping Jon in the face. Conflicted feelings ensue.

(Either POV is fine.)

Can be just Jude's fantasies or can actually happen. It's hard to resist when the avatar of the god you love is a hot girl (pun totally intended). If it actually happens, I'd like better for it to be after Jude left her girlfriend.

They both want it rough, for very different reasons - Tim still focuses his anger on Jon; Jon feels deeply guilty for everything that Tim has been through. Tim is not aware of Jon's motivations, (at least not until after.)

I'm trying to write something, and: are you okay with mentions of Martin having a crush on Jon? Or would you like better if it stays focused on the main pairing?

OP
Mentioning a crush is definitely okay! I firmly believe that Martin has a crush on Jon.

Bitching about the Archive and conspiring against Elias leads to kissing or more

I'm ESL, sorry for the bad English... (warnings for well, very dubious consent, mind control, blood and spider sex)

Martin doesn't know why he entered this random house, without being invited in; when he sees the huge spider monster waiting for him on the other side of a table, he feels relief in the middle of the horror. He will probably die. But he didn't do some kind of rude trespassing without a good reason.

He tries to turn back and run, he really tries, but he's not that surprised when it doesn't work. He has listened to a few spiders statements, even the ones Jon tries to hide from him.

"Hello," he says. Because it can't hurt being polite. He thinks he still likes spiders, even now. He looks at the huge, hairy black legs, the swollen abdomen marked with geometric shapes, and feels fascinated, being so close. Then there's what feels like a human-shaped torso, but with spider-like chitinous skin, and the face has eight eyes, but not like real spiders have. They seem to move on the creature's face, drawing patterns he can't describe. All this is weirdly beautiful. The red bowler hat is weird, though. Maybe because it reminds him the creature is otherwise naked. It doesn't seem to have sexual organs, though, neither human ones, nor the ones spiders have around him mouth. Martin really shouldn't have thought about it, nor looked. He feels embarrassed, and hopes no one noticed.

There's a chair here, and Martin sits, without being prompted, and without wanting it. A table between them, with nothing to eat or drink. Nothing for him at least. He remembers that once, he told Jon that he'd like for spiders to be after him, rather than any other kind of supernatural things. Be careful what you wish for, they say.

"What's your name? I'm Martin Blackwood. I work at the Magnus Institute, but you probably know this. I doubt it's a coincidence." He casts nervous glances at the creature, who has not eaten him yet. Or laid eggs in him, or something.

"Mr Spider." the thing says. The voice is both hissing and deep, and exactly what Martin expected. Not that the name is very surprising either. Martin feels the faintest hope that he could be here to actually talk.

"I always wanted to ask, is every spider supernatural? Or only some specific ones?" Martin wants to add he likes spiders, because he really does, but at worst, it would sound like some pitiful way to plead for mercy, and at best, like flirting. When he's in presence of this kind of power, he really doesn't think that years of taking some house spiders in his hands to get them outside, preventing his mother from killing them with a vacuum cleaner, will weigh a lot in his favor.

"Do you really want to know?" Mr Spider asks.

Does he? Or is he just trying to strike a conversation? He's surely interested, but it's not the first thing in his mind right now. "As you wish," Martin says quickly. "But we're allies, I think? Maybe not personally, but if Jon hadn't freaked out about this spider, Jane Prentiss would have had more time to prepare and attack us, and maybe we would have lost..." He hesitates. "More people. I think it was on purpose, wasn't it? Your friends sent Jon a lighter too. By the way, the table was yours too, I think, and it was a good thing. I'm sorry we destroyed it, it was... well, we didn't understand what it was for."

He shouldn't have talked about the table, he guesses.

A huge spider leg leaves the floor and lands on his shoulder. It's light on his tee-shirt, and Martin tilts his head on the side a bit to know if the hair on it is soft or urticant. It's mainly soft, even the harder hairs brush nicely on the skin of his cheek.

"You're something, Martin," the creature says, sounding deeply amused. "Maybe I should trust people from your side to notice things from time to time."

"Thanks? I guess?"

"You don't notice everything though. You talk about being allies, but it seems you just mentioned times when we were helping you."

That's very true.

"What do you want?" Martin asks. Not that his admission of debt changes a lot. The creature was already doing to do with him as it saw fit. And to be honest he still doesn't want to be eaten. "I could make some tea while we talk about it?" he proposes.

"I don't like tea," the spider answers. "I'll have you instead." And as Martin was already trying to get up, he feels that he can't. He has no control over his actions. He squeaks. He was expecting some kind of visible web, he realizes. It was ridiculous. He's already a puppet, he was even before opening the door. Maybe the physical web would feel comforting. Or maybe it would just be sticky.

"Will you kill me?" Martin asked, terrified. His heart is beating hard. Another long leg joins the first one. They are softly caressing both his cheeks, making him shudder. A normal spider would bite him first, or encase him in web, to have him slowly decompose and drink him rather than eat him. What is he thinking, it's not a normal spider!

"Maybe. Or maybe I could offer you a situation?"

"I already have a job!" Martin claims. "A job I can't leave - not that I want to." The creature is joking, isn't it? And Martin is joking back? He's not sure.

"Oh yes. Watching the Archivist from afar, looking after him, never catching his eye."

It's not a totally accurate description of Martin's job, but it's still too personal and it makes him angry. Not that he can do anything about it. As he wants to furiously protest, he feels that his mouth won't open.

"I actually met him when he was a child," the creature says, and Martin believes him. "He was interesting. If you accept my offer, work with us, you could get more control in your relationship."

Martin can talk again, yell even. "I'm really not interested!"

Well, if it was this or being killed, maybe he should have thought about it more? But his answer would have been the same. He's no traitor.

"Seems like I misjudged you," the creature says, still sounding amused. "You like better being the one controlled. It's still a possibility. Look at my eyes."

Martin's neck moves by itself, and his eyelids won't close. The eight round eyes, black with green reflections, slowly turn around Mr Spider's face. They're very beautiful eyes. Martin feels that this neck can move again, that he could look away. He doesn't.

Mr Spider's legs play some puppet theater in the air.

And Martin starts to remove his clothes.

The feeling is so weird. It's not that he doesn't want it, more than he doesn't want to want it? He undresses neither fast nor slowly, puts his clothes on the back of the chair, without taking the time to fold them. Will he wear them again? Will someone wear them again? His heart is beating wildly on his chest, and he can't help registering all his feelings, the sensation of being made to do this against his will. He wonders how he would describe it to Jon if he made it alive and made a statement about it. Except that there's a dull excitation taking hold of him, as he's getting accustomed to the loss of control, and it slowly becomes some perverse enjoyment, and he won't tell this to Jon, to anyone, even if he lives.

When he's naked except for his boxer briefs, he realizes that he's hard.

He'd like to believe it's part of the physical control exerted on it, but he feels like it isn't. Either he's getting aroused of having every one of his movements controlled, either it's watching Mr Spider's dark hypnotic eyes and huge, arachnid body. He doesn't know which one would be telling worse things about him.

Once he's totally naked, he lies down on his back on the dinner table. Of course he does. He's the meal. Panic mixes with arousal to make his heart beat faster than it even had.

Soft spider legs running on his body, probing every surface on his skin. His eyes into the monster's eyes, never leaving. It's impossible there are only eight legs, he feels touched by very soft threads everywhere. Pleasure mixes with soft, fleeting pain. As he comes, he already forgot that it was meant to be bad, that he didn't want it.

He thinks it's his fourth orgasm when he passes out. It sort of clears his mind, and when he wakes up, he doesn't open his eyes again.

"Enough?" says Mr Spider's voice.

Martin's body wants more, always more, but he feels light-headed and sick. He can move his hands other his body, and finds some wounds, dressed with spider web. He's not bleeding out, but there are a lot of them. He feels vaguely horrified that he didn't even notice. He thinks he's lost a lot of blood, and it's not on the table, just in the monster's mouth and stomach.

"I don't want to die," he answers.

"And I guess I don't want to give answers to the Institute about what happened to you, so if you agree to this, you can leave."

"Agreeing to what?" Even with hope flaring in him, he's still very tired, and a bit turned on. This part gets slowly better with his eyes closed and his freedom of movement back.

"Not telling your Archivist, of course. Not showing anything so he doesn't ask you. If it had to be a problem, I could as well kill you or keep you."

Do they think he would tell something like this to Jon? Really? To see him wince in disgust? "Never! I'll never tell anyone!"

Mr Spider hums a little song as Martin feels his body betray him again. He puts his clothes back. He manages to stay on his feet, but he knows he hasn't enough strength left; it's just the spider webs, supporting him as they imprison him. He shouldn't get used to it.

"Maybe next time." the creature says.

Martin doesn't collapse in the street. Every one of his steps stays controlled until he reaches his home, his apartment, falls on his bed. It's objectively very creepy. They know where he lives. Not very surprising, as he's used to clean a few spider webs from time to time, and he even remembers being a bit sorry about it.

For now, though, he's just grateful he can go directly from the forced dance of the spiders to a very deep sleep. He just has to hope he won't dream.

Elias wants to bring Jon closer to their Master.

(Any level of consent is fine, but for noncon, I'd prefer the "magical influence" variety to others.

Bloodplay and marking are welcome!)

MARTIN... omg Martin's narration is great, this was almost a fun read. Hot in a horrible way as well ;) The description of how it feels and why Martin likes that feeling make a lot of awful sense. I love it.

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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

Prompt: Nikola/Jon, Elias/Jon, non-con, taunting, humiliation

Prompt: Mr. Spider/Martin, bondage, mind control

Prompt: Not!Jon/anyone, impersonation, manipulation, creepiness...

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Prompt: Martin/Jon, hurt/comfort after injury

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