Overcome (A TMA JonMartin Fanfiction)

Overcome (A TMA JonMartin Fanfiction)

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Romance
Terror
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The fog comes back. Nothing else has found its way into their safe little haven yet, but the fog does, creeping through the cracks of their cabin, blanketing them in thick, heavy billows. Jon is there every time, he's there to pull Martin back when he gets lost, bleary eyes and hands so transparent Jon's fingers glide right through when he reaches for them. "Martin", he says, forcing a shaky smile on his lips as he tries to hold onto the warmth Martin's name elicits in him. "Martin? Come on. Come back to me." "Jon?" His name echoes, the mist thickening. "Yes", Jon says emphatically. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere without you. You're not alone anymore, Martin, remember?" Martin blinks, something sparking up in his eyes, but the cold fog sets heavily around them, blurring Jon's vision. "No!" Jon reaches out, won't let himself lose sight of Martin ever again, he won't let him slip away. "No, you can't have him!" he yells into the cold white all around. "He's not yours to claim!" ~oOo~ Or, the one where Jon and Martin try to find what happiness they can, despite the Lonely looming, the Eye watching, and their own doubts weighing them down.
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They weren't supposed to meet like this- on a swing, in a park, between coffee jitters and emotional damage. She wore a hoodie. He wore a smile that forgot things. And somewhere between the jokes, the near-death rescue, and the carved arrow... their story started telling itself again. Not everything was clear. Not every memory returned. But hearts? They tend to recognize each other- even when the brain hasn't caught up yet. And if an arrow appears- carved in wood, buried in stone- you follow it. Even if it leads straight back into the chaos.

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