Themagnusarchives Stories

For them, it's always been this way. The give and the take, the thrill of Seeing, the relief of Loneliness. This time, however, things have gone exceptionally awry. The result? Bickering, emotional manipulation, and two powerful servants of eldritch fear gods being absolutely horrid to each other.

It was a cloudy Monday morning when Jon first found flowers on his desk. A JonMartin fic from the podcast The Magnus Archives.

Jon only catches glimpses of Martin throughout the months following his recovery. He looks pale and drawn, often accompanied by little indescribable wisps of white fog. Jon wants to approach him but doesn't know how without Martin feeling like he doesn't trust him. But Jon feels like he doesn't have a choice once he sees how little Martin is taking care of himself. Hurt no comfort. Spoilers for the Magnus Archives series 4. Tw for weight loss, isolation, general canon typical Lonely stuff. Cover art is by me, you can find my work on Instagram at Luc_artwork

Just some oneshots I'm writing about The Magnus Archives

These are a collection of unreleased (fan made) statements of the Magnus Archives

None of the characters or fandoms belong to me

Just a short supplemental I wrote for tma, this is not canon and the Magnus archives does not belong to me. This takes place in the middle of season two

The Eye watches the world crumble, and so will you, because really, you don't have any other choice.

Jon experiences Trauma™️, gets adopted, and starts working at The Magnus Institute. If only he knew what working for the Institute entailed.

hello i just finished listening to tma so i decided i wanted to start writing fanfiction as i begining to re listen to it!!! these will be one shots, primarily of martin and jon. i will include any tw before the oneshot begins so keep an eye on those. im not too sure how often this will be update but feel free to join me along thing journey. All right to the characters go to rusty quill. im just here to make up fun storys

The Magnus Archives. Timothy Stoker is down in the storage room recording himself with an extra tape-recorder, his suspicions and how he personal felt about the real Sasha, his friend, a person he had a good bond with. knowing he can't quit his job he's going insane. This is a short story, I have no thoughts of adding much to it.

You were Jon Simm's little sister, also known as the archive's sweetheart, also known as Elias Bouchard's girlfriend. Jon hated you and Elias being a couple and failed to hide that fact. His complaints about the two of you had no filter, ranging from a mild comment between the two of you during dinner to a full on yelling competition in the library of the archives where you both knew Elias could hear.

Sasha!Archivist au Tma Magnus Archives. I'm planning to lay out the whole series - hopefully, it lasts that long. (Sorry for bad grammar 😭)

COVER ART BY STREETLIGHT-HALO ON TUMBLR!!! no creative name for this au but tim lives and becomes an avatar of the desolation

This podcast has consumed me. I can't decide which fear fits me best so I just end up writing about them all. It's missing Michael hours my dudes. Also It/Its Michael supremacy.

These are the final thoughts of Gerard Keay as recorded on the day of his death at UPMC Presbyterian Hospital in Pittsburgh, USA. (Very first time writing any kind of fanfiction so be honest what you think and I hop you enjoy)

Martin hears the familiar sound of laughter echoing around the archives & immediately knows who the culprit is. It's about time he got some revenge on Tim

MAG 160 except the world doesn't end.

MY MAGNUS ARCHIVES ORIGINAL CHARACTER!!!!

[This story has been abandoned, Im sorry to say. Its incredibly cringey to my current self, and frankly i just forgot too much about TMA as time went on to keep writing the characters in good faith without them being too OOC or lore divergent. If you enjoy this fic i encourage you to write your own!] Spoilers for up to mag 200 The archives crew have found themselves transported to a strange house in a rather nonsensical neighbourhood, with avatars who should be dead as their neighbours. With no way to die and a strange force whom most certainly is not the author, what hijinks will ensue? I believe in 2015 style chatfic supremacy so I HAD to make this. This is one of my first fics ever so I may not be the best at it, but i hope that atleast I can entertain anyone who reads. art done by me Technically an everyone lives AU except they still died, they just got better