Characters: Jonathan Sims/Sasha James/Tim Stoker/Martin Blackwood
Rating: Teen
Summary:
“But what if-” Once again, Jon struggles to find the right words. He knows their situation is unorthodox to most people, and the thought of Martin looking at him differently is too much to bear. “What if he doesn’t understand?”
“Then explain it to him,” Sasha relays patiently, her hand never leaving his. Things are always so clear to her, Jon envies that. “You’re my partners, you’re dating Tim, sometimes me and Tim have-”
Or: How One Became Four.
It starts with Sasha and Jon.
She’s fresh off six months in Artefact Storage, shell-shocked and stand-offish. Jon starts a few months later and they learn the ropes together. She warms up, divulges little tidbits of her time in the other department that Jon devours. He’s young, hungry for answers and Sasha’s already jaded by her few years in academia. This is just a transitional job, she assures him. It pays better than most research gigs and allows her to keep up a certain lifestyle.
“I’m looking at other places, putting out feelers,” she confides in him one day over coffee. It’s become their daily ritual, a mid-morning break where they can commiserate on the staid academics that ask too much of them and the fanciful statements that end up on their desk. “Whatever you do, don’t get stuck here.” She leans back in her chair, gives a cynical little smile. “Or maybe you should. It’ll be different for you, you’re a man.” He starts a protest but she cuts him off. “It’s an old boys club and you know it. Besides, I know all about your extra meetings with Bouchard. He’s never done that with anyone else. Who knows - in a few years you might be my boss!”
Jon: you’re talking about me in Morse code! Stop it!
Sasha: Yes, John, that’s what we’re doing. In our very limited free time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form off communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
Sasha, later to Martin: yeah that’s exactly what we did
just found out about alternative archives week and the dorohedoro au but don’t know if i can figure it out fast enough to write it for sunday because on the one hand, Tim having known Sasha before her memory loss and they still end up falling back in love but Sasha is confused as to why he keeps pulling away and thinks maybe it’s the fact that he’ll likely never see her real face but he just kisses the tip of her lizard snout, but on the other hand, neither having prior history and a magically induced fistfight that ends with Sasha pulling away and saying “I could never forgive myself if you got hurt-” and Tim just hugging her and resting his head in the crook of her neck going “… you’re my best friend, you know that?”
[id: two drawings of tim stoker and sasha james from the magnus archives asleep together on a couch, the first as teenagers and the second as adults. tim is a malay man with medium brown skin and black hair, and sasha is an afro-latina woman with curly hair and dense freckles. in the first, tim is dressed in dark clothes with a studded bracelet and smudged eyeliner, and his hair is down to his shoulders. sasha wears a sleeveless blue top, and her hair is dark brown. she lays up against tim’s side, and his arm is loosely curled around her head. in the second, tim’s hair is long and up in a bun, and his hearing aid is visible. sasha’s hair is also longer, and now blonde. both wear button-downs and slacks. sasha sleeps on tim’s chest, tucked between his legs. /end id]
[ID: A digital drawing of Tim Stoker, Jonathan Sims and Sasha James, early in the morning. Jon and Sasha are laying their heads on each of Tim’s shoulders, half asleep but holding on to their respective tea cup and coffee mug, while Tim has his cheek smooshed on Sasha’s face and holding Jon close to him with his hand. Tim is smiling, happy. //End ID]
jontimsasha with 1Efor@sagittaritits :’) an early bird having a quiet moment with his beloved night owls
[ID: The template, two people sleeping and laying their heads on the shoulders of a third person, that’s smiling while holding a cellphone. //End ID]
(its kinda different to the template but shhhhh they’re having breakfast!!)
