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Happy Monday everyone, and that's a wrap for this week! We had a lovely turn out of all sorts of stories and art, from the soft to the sad to the incredibly spicy. Good times! We'll still be checking in on and reblogging from this tag from time to time so if you'd still like to contribute, you totally can! Thank you all so much for contributing!!!

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It Didn’t Have to Hurt

Day 7 of PeterMartin Week - Funeral Read on AO3 here Peter’s body is lost in the fog of the Lonely, never to receive a funeral, no one left to mourn him. Martin decides that they both deserve better than that in the highlands of Scotland

Martin had made vague attempts to thank Jon for dragging him out of the realm of the Lonely, but the effort of social interaction after so long entrenched in the comforting isolation of the Forsaken’s embrace made it difficult. He had spent most of the journey to Scotland sitting in silence and looking out of the train window at the passing landscape. He was so used to Peter and their shared comfortable silence that he felt trapped with Jon’s overbearing presence. He knew the other man didn’t mean to be like that, that he was doing his best to give him space. It didn’t matter, the Beholding made Jon’s presence scrape against Martin’s nerves.

The cabin was small, only ever meant for Daisy really, and it became a habit for Martin to go wandering into the highlands just to take a break from Jon. Not that he didn’t love the man, but he was just a little too much after all this time.

He stepped out of the front door, making his way to his favourite field, one with the big shaggy cows that would crowd around the fence and let him pet their noses. It was foggy this early in the morning and it was fairly predictable that it made him think of Peter.

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a petermartin comic i did for petermartinweek : ) 

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[ID: Two images of Martin Blackwood, and Peter Lukas, respectively. In the first one Martin is standing in front of a desk with an open box adressed to him as he puts on a dark blue suit, while a mist floats around him. The second one is Peter’s hand holding a small keychain of a metal paperboat, his form lightly translucent. Martin is a fat ginger white man, and the warm color of his skin and hair contrast with everything else in the picture in different shades of blue, while Peter is white and his skin has blue-ish tones and is also wearing blue, in front of a bright orange background. //End ID]

Petermartin Week Day 5: Gifts

i just noticed there was a petermartin week a couple days ago so sadly I couldn’t do much else, but I still drew my favorite pm trope from before season 4 started aireing lmao which is peter buying a nice suit for martin 😔✊💞

also martin buying a small keychain for peter…. he doesn’t really Know if peter uses keys, but you can absolutely find that little trinket on his pockets from now on u_u

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Respite

Read on AO3 here Day 6 of PeterMartin week - Temperature Peter was always so cold and Martin wished he could warm him up. Martin shivered, taking a moment from his work to rub his arms of the chill. He looked up at the knock on his door. Peter poked his head in, he had gotten better at not just appearing in Martin’s office without warning, coat slung over his arm.

Cracking his neck, Martin saved his work and stepped out of the office.

The walk to their favourite cafe was spent in their usual comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other. Martin linked his arm around Peter’s as they waited at a zebra crossing and the older man hid his soft smile in his thick scarf. 

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Peter Lukas Characters: Martin Blackwood, Peter Lukas Additional Tags: Lighthouse Keeper Martin Blackwood, Fae Peter Lukas, Romance, No Fear Entities (The Magnus Archives), Alternate Universe, Supernatural Elements, No Sexual Content, yet - Freeform, We’ll Get There I Promise, PeterMartin Week (The Magnus Archives) Summary:

Martin, desperate to find a job that will allow him to pay for his mother’s care home fees and keep him off the street, applies for the position of a lighthouse keeper in the small town of Valeworth. To his surprise, he gets it.

Something is strange about the lighthouse, though. It’s been abandoned for upwards of thirty years now, and there’s been a string of people in the area who have gone missing, seemingly vanishing into thin air.

And, strangest of all, something keeps eating his canned peaches.

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Share and Share-alike

Day 5 of PeterMartin Week - Gift Read on AO3 here Peter loves to give gifts to Martin, expensive pretty things. Martin doesn’t have the money to buy the sorts of things Peter likes but he can certainly make something

Martin could not avoid the fact that Peter enjoyed spending money on him. From the beautiful black coat he had given him for the funeral, to the new shoes when the soles of the ones he normally used wore too thin. He spared no expense either, brands that were eye-wateringly expensive. Even their semi-weekly lunch dates cost enough for Martin to feel a slither of guilt induced nausea if he peeked at the bill. Martin often didn’t feel like he deserved all these nice things but Peter was often swift to come up with reasons why he deserved all that and more. Talking of dedication to his work and bravery. Martin had a secret thought sometimes that half of the reasoning behind Peter’s gifts were that the older man wouldn’t know what to do without Martin there to fix everything that “went wrong” with his computer.

Peter had recently picked up on his love of poetry if the book on his desk was any indication. Martin had come into work that morning juggling his bag and coffee for the two of them, nearly spilling them all over himself as he cracked his office door open.

He didn’t notice the package on his desk at first, it was only as he settled down and switched his laptop on that he saw the paper wrapped parcel. It was tied with string and Martin thought it endearingly retro. He had a fondness for old fashioned things and he supposed that might have been part of Peter’s charm, not that he would ever admit that to his boss.

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Fic: Clearer Sights

Since it’s my OTP, I wrote an entry for the PeterMartin week and it’s up at AO3! Smut in the apartment building.

Clearer Sights

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i wanted to draw a couple of cute pics to celebrate petermartin week! 

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A Place of Peace

Read on AO3 here Peter takes Martin out on the Tundra. A man is sacrificed, and two lonely men kiss

Martin slung his hold-all over his shoulder as he exited the taxi. Peter had once again made him crawl out of his flat at an ungodly hour and he didn’t even have the decency to pick him up or pay for the taxi.

He had only been to the beach a few times in his life, a vague distant memory from before his dad had left and then a couple more with school. The rush of the waves was pleasant in the dim light of the foggy morning. He walked up to the docks that Peter had given the address for, a number of men and women loading a large shipping freighter with supplies.

Martin had heard of the Tundra of course, Peter’s beloved ship. The other man could talk about “her” for hours given the chance. Martin would never admit it, but he liked listening to Peter talk about something he was so passionate about. As he came closer, looking for the ship’s captain, he noticed that none of the crew talked to each other like the crew of the other ships that were also docked. Except for one.

He found Peter, looking tall and stern and scary and it was such a difference to his usual chatty, obnoxious self that Martin had to restrain a laugh. He was looming over a young man who was apparently making the poor decision to work on the ship. The young man was getting the odd pitying look from the other crew and Martin couldn’t help but feel sorry for the naive idiot. Peter caught sight of him and gave the young man a pat on the back, leaving him to gather his things and find the crew quarters by himself.

A few of the crew gave quite alarmed looks as Peter strode over to him and seemingly transformed into the overly cheerful man that he knew.

“Hello Martin! All set are we?”

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eyyy my first pic for pm week! Prompt was ‘weather.’ I took it… very literally, lmao

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The Rains of Moorland House

After going to Moorland house, Martin deals with Peters inheritance. Meanwhile, Peter considers the more esoteric inheritance he has received over the years. Read on AO3 here When Martin thought of Peter, he thought of fog. A thick choking mist that blinded you, wrapped around you. Peter and the fog left you stranded and alone no matter how many people you surrounded yourself by. Peter was much the same. He would wrap his presence around Martin to keep others away, possessive and protective. He hid Martin away from both those who cared for him and those who would hurt him. Martin thought of pale skies and muted lights, of an ever-present damp chill.

When Peter thought of Martin he thought of rain. A soft pattering of water against windows and roofs. A comfort and a danger. Martin and the rain seemed unimpressive and unnoticeable until they turned on you. Until the rain caused you to slip to your death on cold, slick stone, or it brought a chill that never went away, only brought sickness and weakness. Peter was fond of Martin but he could not forget what the man did to Elias, he was not as helpless as he pretended. Martin brought the comfort of tea and company but also the harsh sting of passive aggressive anger. Peter thought of dark storm clouds and light reflecting off puddles, of the warmth of being inside as the storm passes overhead.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Peter Lukas Characters: Martin Blackwood, Peter Lukas, Moorland House - Character Additional Tags: Eros & Thanatos & how to fuck up a perfectly good child, unenthusiastic consent, (no underage or anything like that but do check out the CW inside) Series: Part 2 of PeterMartin Week 2020 Summary:

For PeterMartin week 2020, day 2: home.

Peter takes Martin to Moorland House.

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Ghosts of Past Pain

Day 2 of PeterMartin Week - Home & Melancholia Peter has a funeral to go to, and he doesn’t want to go to Moorland House by himself so he drags martin along for the ride Read on AO3 here

Martin had awoken to a text from Peter and a parcel on this doorstep.

Stumbling through his morning routine, Martin flicked open the message while he waited for the kettle to boil.

Head Idiot (Lukas)

Sent at 05:10 Hello Martin! I have an urgent meeting today and I would like you to come with me.

I have ordered you something so that you don’t stand out too much.

Please be ready and at the institute for 6.

Thanks

Peter

It did not matter how many times Martin told Peter than he didn’t need to sign his name at the bottom of his texts, the older man still did it.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood & Peter Lukas Characters: Martin Blackwood, Peter Lukas Additional Tags: general unhealthiness and mutual manipulation Summary:

For PeterMartin week 2020, day 1: lighthouse.

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Opening Note: Okay, so I’ve decided that for PeterMartin week, I’m going to write a sort of… short series in a chronological order, where for each day it’s going to follow the rough timeline that takes place in the 6 months after the Unknowing, before the start of season 4. As the days/story progresses, so while the odd relationship between Martin & Peter, because I think that’ll be fun. Plus I’ve already locked myself in on this setup, so there’s really no turning back for me. So! Without further ado…

PeterMartin Week Day One: Lighthouse // Concealment | 4.1k

It had been weeks now, since the Unknowing, that is. And Martin had found himself in a bit of a weird spot, unsure of how he was meant to carry on– or really, if he even could. But he did know that he couldn’t continue sulking around the archives, or bumming about Jon’s hospital bed waiting for everything to just magically be okay. Yet it also wasn’t like there was much for him to do. It wasn’t like he could quit and run away. Though he doubted he would be able to do either of those things even if they were a possibility. So instead, he settled back into what he knew.

Taking, and researching, statements.

The current statement in question, had come in from someone by the name of Castor Wick, and it had led Martin some couple of hours away from London to just outside of Norwich, along the shore somewhere between Mundesley and Walcott. And that was where he found it. A small, out of the way, and rather out of place, lighthouse. There were no mentions of it on any travel guide or roadmaps, and quite frankly, he wasn’t sure it was even supposed to be real. A few kilometres to the south there was one in Happisburgh anyways, and some authority or other had already tried to get that one deactivated or something a while back. Or at least he’d read something like that on the long trip out this way.

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Vanishing Act

Read on AO3 here cw: kissing Day 1 of PeterMartin week - Concealment Martin wanders the halls of the Institute. Invisible to all but Peter.

Wandering through the ever-winding halls of the Institute, Martin watched as co-workers he had spent years chatting with, making friends with, didn’t even notice he was there.

It wasn’t their fault. Not really. They couldn’t exactly be expected to see through the fog of the Lonely, they may be bound to a temple of the Eye, but that meant very little for the average worker here.

Peter preferred it when Martin stayed in his office, out of the way of the temptation to speak to others, but Martin could only look at the same four walls for so long before he felt like he was going to loose it all together.

The only place he didn’t wander was the Archives. No one else in this building might be able to see Martin, even Jon, but if he stepped in the Archives themselves he somehow knew that Jon would be able to tell he was there and he wasn’t in the mood for the hassle of an argument right now.

He sat in the library for about an hour, willfully ignoring all of Peter’s paperwork that the older man had shifted onto him. Not a soul noticed he was there as he watched them going about their day. He actually had fun, messing with people’s books and notes. He was watching in horror as one of the new librarians put her cold cup of tea in the microwave, something he hadn’t been forced to watch since his first week in the Archives, when he felt a heavy hand fall to his shoulder.

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