#mix of canon‚ Lucid continuity‚ and Dragon AU in here

[hemi-demi]

Was tagged for thia game by @prairiedawn! Thank you!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

God, and I just wrote 9 for JMart week, so it's going to be entirely that, lol. Every fic below is for The Magnus Archives, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims

The Coming Storm (Rated M)

This bed would feel so much better if it weren't so goddamn cold.

Martin curses the old mattress that sags beneath his weight, creaking at even the slightest shift. Despite how accommodating the old springs are in their attempt to shape around his body, it might as well be a block of ice. Beyond frigid, and devoid of any life. Though he supposed that last part is his fault. Maybe all of it is.

Something Sweet to Savour (Rated E)

“God dammit, that’s the wrong drawer…”

While Jon has quite a bit of extra room in their new kitchen, he sometimes worries that might be to his detriment.

Knight in Shining Armour (Rated E)

Daylight from the room's only window gleams against the well moulded curves of the cold iron, casting an almost ethereal glow from the polished metal. When they rest their hand against the heavy plate, they find it to be surprisingly warm, absorbing the heat of the sun and the sweat of battle which ended just moments before.

Not Tonight (Rated M)

The weight of the bed shifts as Martin rests his knee against the edge, shedding his t-shirt and chucking the bundle over towards the hamper before crawling up onto the mattress.

Jon turns the page in his book, but the words have become nothing but an incomprehensible wall of ink. He just can't silence the thoughts today. Too many little voices chattering in his head.

Copper, Whiskey, and Wine (Rated M)

“Sure I can't tempt you?”

Martin peers up at him, an uncertain smile forming at the corner of his lips. To clarify, Jon simply holds out two empty wine glasses fresh from his cupboard, the stems held between his fingers.

That uneasy grin spreads a bit wider, but Martin shakes his head.

“No, no, that's alright. Not with wine, anyway.”

All Ruffled Up (Rated E)

“Martin, you’re – you're sure you know what you're-”

The sound that ekes out of Jon's throat is one that Martin can't entirely decipher. It sounds to be one of panic or fear, made all the more likely when Jon clings to the bedsheets, bundling up the fabric into their clawed fingers.

Salt and Sanctuary (Rated E)

“Jon…you-” The muscles in Martin's thighs shake when Jon pushes forward again, fully seated into the heat of his body. He drifts his fingers along the sides of Jon's frame, feeling out the edges of old scars and divots where two ribs very much should be, before wrapping his arms around Jon's back and drawing him into a tight embrace.

It's Just a Rumour (Rated M)

[CLICK]

[PAPERS SHUFFLING, FUTURE JON HUMMING A TUNE TO HIMSELF AS HE ORGANISES FILES]

[DOOR OPENS CAUTIOUSLY, HUMMING CONTINUES]

PAST MARTIN

Jon?

FUTURE JON

Oh! Yes, ah – good morning, d- (pause for a beat, was absolutely about to call him “dear”)

Good morning, Martin. You’re in a bit early, aren’t you?

Hard Work (Rated E)

Despite still being stood in the comfort of their own home, Jon can't help but observe the smallest twist within his stomach as he stands before the freshly stained door. He takes a moment to centre himself, fidgeting with the sleeve of his button down and shifting the weight off his cane, before giving the wood a gentle knock.

There it is Again (That Funny Feeling) (Rated T)

If Jon had to spend one more second surrounded by all the noise and drunken back slaps against his shoulder, he might actually snap.

It was…nice of Tim to invite him, although a part of Jon can't shake the feeling that it was just to throw him off the trail. Even if his investigation has since turned away from his boisterous assistant, he can't discount the possibility entirely. This could very well still be a trap, and the crowded rooms filled with laughing half-strangers attempting to coax him into conversation was far too much to endure.

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