#martin whitly oneshot

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

thank you for the ask, neutral!! time to show my deeply multifandom roots and not have any of these share the same fandom 🫡 below the cut because i’m chatty as hell

number one on the list is a recent one but absolutely my all-time favorite thing i’ve ever written: talk, a bg3/raphtav-and-also-haarlep-is-there smut oneshot

i don’t use this tweet here because it’s smut, but because no fic has EVER gripped me by the brain and haunted me for months until i wrote it like this one did and also because the devil’s hot. i laid awake at night in a cold sweat thinking about this even before i’d finished house of hope for the first time. i’m not even being hyperbolic here, this fic GOT me. also this fic converted me from haarlep-neutral to haarlep’s personal cheerleader. they’re so fun

my beloved darling tav already had a very strong characterization to me but i still feel like i Learned her through writing this, and certainly learned a lot about her dynamics with raphael and haarlep. enough that i’m braving actually writing a longfic for them, and feel free to hold me to this because otherwise it’ll languish in my drafts for another six months. but i’m actually formatting the first chapter for ao3, it’s Genuinely almost done !! promise

fun story about this is i cheerfully told my mom i’d finished writing something after i posted this and she asked to read it. i was like haha. well i’ll do that after work! and then i didn’t ♥️

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number two on the list is what i’d have confidently said was the best thing i’ve ever writtennbefore talk, and that’s one of my dimension 20 big bang 2021 fics: plant a garden in the yard, then, a fantasy high/aelwyn & ayda friendship fic where they explore the deeply haunted tunnels beneath aelwyn’s deeply haunted house

it’s hard to overstate how personal this fic ended up being to me, enough that i hold it as close to my heart as my other d21bb fic which i wrote about grief while Actively grieving. both fics for that event ended up being a good deal more melancholic and introspective than i thought they would at the start, but this one Feels more intimate (for lack of a better word)

aelwyn & ayda are both characters that mean a lot to me on their own, and figuring out their friendship—prickly and uncomfortable as it starts—was honestly healing. there’s something really cathartic about writing a character who’s gone through such extraordinary circumstances in their canon finding a path Towards genuine connection and happiness, even if they don’t find it and Especially if things still aren’t perfect.

also the only time i’ve ever actually hit ao3’s comment length limit was on a reply to an absolutely lovely comment my friend shark left on it so :) the response to this fic was also really nice!

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number three on the list is my queen b magnum opus even though i have one that’s like 8 times longer than it: teeth, the book 1 mc/poppy romance i craved/theoretically a smut oneshot that became something more.

this is a remix of another fic i wrote, so it feels weird to prop it up higher than the original, but i’m just so fond of this one. queen b is a very silly game and poppy min-sinclair can be a VERY silly character but my bea for this fic is another oc i grew deeply attached to, and i think the sheer self-indulgence of the fic shines through, in a good way.

also, i think the characterization in this is strong enough that i’ve been able to recommend it to friends with better taste who haven’t played queen b, and they’ve still enjoyed it! which is just IMMENSELY validating as a writer :’)

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number four and five on the list are my niche oneshots which i wrote for a target audience of me, myself, and i, and i think that’s part of why they work as well as they do!

four is a session with dr. martin whitly, a prodigal son fic which focused on ainsley & martin, namely ainsley relying really heavily on her father, despite the fact he’s a serial killer that she Knows he’s manipulative and terrible.

the fact that i wrote this before the season 1 finale is astounding to me. i have never called characterization beats harder than this, and i feel comfortable saying that even though the actual plot points are quite different, and also even though ainsley isn’t canonically gay. that’s okay because i know and perceive the truth <3

prodigal son’s cancellation is something i’m hard-pressed to say i’m Upset about this far out, but i wish every day that the episode where some ainsley issues got addressed had lived to see the light of day.

this fic i Cannot recommend to people who haven’t watched prodigal son because it’s me extrapolating and picking at lines of dialogue that Suggest a lot without confirming much, but that’s also really fun, in its own way. some of the best fics i’ve ever read are enjoyable specifically as transformative media.

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five is walk with the devil, a the martian/ares3some noir au which was honestly 90% a style experiment but like i fucking nailed it?? there was a stretch of a couple years where some of my best work were from smashing together whatever pairing i wanted to write with a bunch of prompts and seeing what i could make from it (werewolf au caitvi was also one, and a runner-up on this list)

this fic has a lot of hallmarks that i know people aren’t usually a fan of, but i love it. non-linear narrative. major character death but also maybe not, you won’t get closure and neither will the characters. actively avoiding concrete details in favor of a strong, hopeless tone. bringing in a ton of the cast for no reason. LOTS of 1940s slang. and because of that it’s my baby. weirdly i feel like my johanssen characterization is better in this than in either of my two canonverse fics?

i don’t know that i’d write fic for the martian like this again—a lot of what i like about it is really different from the more transformative fandom approach for the things that compel me to write—but i’m glad i did, because this fic is my darling. more people should be experimental in their fics because some of the weirdest stuff will almost always be some of the best !!!

anyway answering this made me so very hyped to write more once i’m off work !!!

[locke-writes]

The Ties That Bind

Author: locke-writes

Title: The Ties That Bind

Song: Killer In the Mirror - Set It Off, with Martin Whitly For: Anonymous

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,111

Tag List: @multifandomfix​ / ask to be added

Warnings: Blood, Torture, Murder

Killing was a master craft that Martin Whitly excelled in, but this wasn't the only one. Ever since he was a boy he'd been able to manipulate anyone into doing anything he asked. When he was younger he used this talent only to succeed in what might further his education, then after college, to get himself into the best medical school. His ability to manipulate anyone was part of the reason it was so easy to kill, because it was so easy to get his victims to trust him.

Due to the variety in the way that he'd killed his victims there were plenty who had gone unconnected for a period of time before Martin's arrest. He enjoyed pain, enjoyed seeing how much the human body could take and the most efficient of ways to deliver it while ending a persons life. Experimentation required many test subjects. That's what he'd viewed the killings as. Experiments to further his own research, habits from being a doctor, from being a medical student. You were one of those experiments.

He'd wanted to know how the idea of the pain that a person would feel influenced the actual pain that was to come. Martin made you watch as he tortured another person, made you watch while he killed another victim on a surgical table that he'd set up. Martin wanted to kill you, that was the entire plan in his mind, and yet the way you watched him work he understood what you were feeling. Bloodlust. You felt no pain watching the death occur before you, rather you felt a sort of twisted pleasure.

At first he was reluctant to untie you, to remove the cloth that bound your mouth so that you were unable to speak. Primitive methods but effective ones that needed to be used. At first he was reluctant to show you what he had done, yet his mind was changed when you did not fight, when you sat patiently waiting for what was next. Then you begged, pleaded with him as he removed the gag allowing you to speak your wishes freely rather than through glances at the body which was between the two of you.

The wishes that you shared were not to be set free, they were to work alongside him. Martin was not sure that he wished to be a mentor although he claimed that he would consider it. You understood his desire to work alone and waited for him to call you at the number that you provided. What he was doing is what you had dreamed of and yet never had the courage to do so. Perhaps with his guidance you might overcome this dear of being caught, this fear of wrong doing that prevented you from the potential you knew could be fulfilled.

Martin had no real intention of calling you, he'd made that decision as soon as you walked through the door. Truly he was meant to always work alone he believed. It didn't take long for you to realize he didn't take you seriously, that he thought you might have either been playing into some fantasy of his in an order to be free or that you just couldn't commit to what you were going to be taught to do. He needed to be shown that you wanted this, that you had been speaking the truth when you asked him.

When the knife ran through skin it was as though something unlocked within you. You recognized your technique was sloppy which was why you wanted to learn. It had been easier than you anticipated to get someone to trust you enough, to be alone with you long enough that you could kill them. You made sure you knew how to keep your DNA from being found on the scene and made the body up to look like how you had been tied up when you were captured. You hoped this would be enough of a hint for Martin to recognize that this was a gift to him, a way of saying that you were still interested in being what might be considered his protege.

He knew the body was for him although he took a few days to call. He'd wanted the media sensation to die down, wanted to keep from having another body appear right after your own kill. Truly he was impressed that you'd gone through so much effort to get him to notice you, to acknowledge you for what you were. Another killer, another mind with much the same desire as himself. Martin arranged a meeting and from then on there was a kinship.

For weeks the two of you worked side by side, choosing victims and killing them in turn. Martin often would walk you through the procedures that he'd wanted done, observing to see effectiveness of methods and to register the length of time an unskilled hand took in some of the more detailed dissections.  The credit was to be all his, you knew this from the start. Having the killings be done in his methods it was only obvious that you would fade into the background. You hadn't anticipated this being a blessing.

His arrest was learned about through the news like everyone else. Part of you was relieved that you could stop the killing through his eyes and start working on the killings through your own. Part of you was worried that Martin would attempt to pin everything on you if he implicated you in the murders at all. Of course it wouldn't make sense as all the killings were the work of someone with a skilled medical background, something in which you did not possess.

You avoided the news for weeks while the trial was going on. You waited for the police to come to your door but none came, life moved on. It took time before you found the courage to see Martin again, you questioned if he'd even want to see you but you were permitted a visit anyway. His room was unlike all the others, more privileges given to him than should have been granted with what he'd done. Even so it was nice to see him virtually unchanged by what had felled him.

Visits were occasional, never any sort of pattern to the frequency that would cause alarm. Each time the same phrase had been uttered to him before you left. To anyone who watched the conversations it was innocent, yet between you and Martin there was the underlying meaning that everything would be normal once more.

"It was nice seeing you. I hope we can continue all of this again."

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The Best Worst Kept Secret

Hello!! I am back with yet another fic! I decided to give y’all some fluff this time as a treat. I wanted to finish this before yesterday’s ep but I got tripped up on one of the sections. So this just kind of ignores canon a lil and takes a path of its own. Enjoy!!

AKA: The one where everyone finds out that Gil and Jessica are together

JT

Gil tries to contain himself for about the hundredth time that night. He should have known she wouldn’t listen to him. It’s in the Whitly’s nature to go against everything he says. The second he knew that Jessica had an invitation to a charity discussion with their latest suspect he should have pulled the plug. It was absolutely absurd to send her in there with nothing more than a wire taped to her to catch anything duplicitous that might be said.

He should have known.

When they heard glass breaking and the connection drop his team rushed in. It was on Dani’s insistence that he stay behind. It was driving him absolutely crazy not to know what the hell was going on in there.

So he paced.

Finally, after what seemed like ages the door opened. She steps out, looking all the same if not slightly more disheveled than when she walked in. He notices she walks with a slight limp, he makes a mental note to wave down a paramedic the second he gets the chance. But it disappears once her eyes meet his.

It feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs as she walks to him, a half smile on her face that masks the fear and exhaustion lying beneath. He wants to ask her what happened in there. He wants to know what the hell went wrong. But all he can think about is that he could have lost her.

That sound could have easily been Wilkes knocking her unconscious, dead before Dani and JT can even reach her. Another missed opportunity. Their window slammed shut for good this time.

He doesn’t think.

She opens her mouth to speak but he just presses his lips to hers, pouring all of his fears and hopes into those few seconds that he loses himself. He’ll be damned if he loses her before kissing her one more time.

But he isn’t losing her. She’s alive and he can feel her heart thundering against his chest as her hands hover between them, unsure of what to do. Then he remembers everything that happened. Her fears and boundaries that he definitely just crossed way too quickly.��

He pulls away just as she starts to respond and her face almost makes him laugh, her eyes are blown wide, jaw clenched but then she smiles. That warm, effusive smile that digs deep into his chest every time he sees it.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” For a second he wants her to tease him, that it wasn’t her fault that things went south.

“Yes Lieutenant.” She answers with teasing smirk. Back on her game just as quickly as he threw her off. And god help him.

The sound of a throat clearing makes him remember just where they were. JT stands just a few steps behind her, hands in his pockets. Jessica blushes, her jaw dropping open as she stammers for words once again.

“Mother!” Malcolm’s call saves her from whatever she was going to say, her motherly instincts taking over as she rushes to him, despite her hurt ankle. He shakes his head with a small smile as he watches her go.

“So,” JT strolls up, rocking back and forth. “You two?”

“Not a word.”

“I didn’t say anything!” He casts a look to the two Whitlys, Jessica fussing over her son like she wasn’t the one in a hostage situation just minutes ago. “Just didn’t know you two were a thing.”

“We haven’t been for a long time.”

“Well in that case, don’t let her slip away.”

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Dani

“Do not.” Jessica’s voice dips with the warning, her threatening tone lacing through the words. 

“Don’t what?” Gil smiles, mirth sparkling in his eyes. She’s seen that look hundreds of times in Malcolm, she’s more than familiar with what follows.

“Whatever you were thinking, do not.”

“I wasn’t thinking anything.” He puts his hands up in mock surrender and she almost falls for it. 

Almost comes a little too late when the jet of water hits her straight in the chest soaking her blouse. “Are you serious?” She tries to be angry but when he tilts his head back laughing it sends blush rushing up her neck and to her cheeks. “I am going to kill you. I didn’t bring any spare clothes.”

“At least I know my murder will be solved if Malcolm’s on the case.” 

“Hilarious.” She drawls, trying to suppress the shiver that rolls up her spine.

“Fine, take it off.”

“What?” She stammers for a second. Just as quickly, she recovers, a smirk forming on her face. “I thought we’d at least wait until after dinner.” She watches his eyes go wide when he realizes what he’d said, his head turning as he chuckles nervously. She bites the inside of her cheek as she undoes the buttons, tilting her head in a tease.

He is right behind her though, shucking off the turtleneck he’s wearing and tossing it to her instead. “There. Now you have something dry.” She presses her tongue to the inside of her teeth rolling her eyes at him but puts it on nonetheless.

“How do I look?” She does a little spin for effect, feeling the heat in her cheeks rise once again as he looks her up and down.

“You look beautiful.” He’s about to walk towards her when there’s a knock on the door. They’d been expecting their food to arrive any minute, she’d just hoped he would’ve taken a little longer. Gil steps back leaning against the counter. “This isn’t over.”

“Promise?” She flips her hair over her shoulder before going to answer. She swipes her purse from the table along the way. She doesn’t even look up when she answers the door. “Hi, ok so that’s $29 and-”

“Gil, I thought you were cutting down on the takeout since we order so much at the precinct-”

The two of them stop at the same time realizing that they weren’t talking to who they thought they were. Jessica looks up from her purse meeting Dani’s confused gaze. Why was she here and why did she have their food?

“Ms. Whitly.” Dani seems just as shocked as she was. Eyes falling to the very recognizable turtleneck she was wearing. “What are you doing here?”

Jessica has to bite the sarcastic remark before it slips off her tongue. 

It is not helped when she hears Gil slide up behind her. “What’s taking so long?” It only takes a sideways glance to know that he is definitely still shirtless. He goes rigid when he spies Dani and from the look on her face she’s almost certain the poor girl is ready to bolt. “I’ll go get a shirt.” She mentally curses Gil as he dips into the safety of the bedroom and away from the awkward questions.

“How long have you two been…” Jessica frowns when she realizes that her tone doesn’t sound nearly as interrogating as she expected. Rather a little guilty, she partially wonders if she ever found out that Jessica had overheard their conversation all those months ago.

“It’s new.” As in literally under a week, she thinks to herself. She’d hoped that they could keep this under wraps as much as possible. “We didn’t want to tell anyone until we were certain.”

“Not even Malcolm?”

“No.” She sighs. As much as she loves her children, they’re equally nosy and while they want the best for her, she knows Malcolm is still looking to get revenge on her for when she meddled with his first date with Eve. “I just,” She casts a look to where Gil had disappeared to, the fear and sadness momentarily taking over. “I don’t want to mess this up again.” Not for herself. Not for her children who cherish him like a father. Especially not Gil who she’s slammed the window shut so many times. Every single time he just gave her that same understanding smile. Even if it hurt.

“Well,” Jessica snaps her gaze back to Dani, remembering that she wasn’t just lamenting to herself. “He looks happy.”

Gil chooses that time to come back while she’s still locked in her own thoughts. It’s all she can do to excuse herself to the kitchen and leave them to talk. She finds the bottle of bourbon they’d planned on opening later trying to quell her shaking hand as she pours two glasses. All of her ease has disappeared, replaced with the knot of tension pulling her further into herself.

She’s just about to go check when she feels to arms wrap around her from behind. “What’s wrong?” He asks dropping a kiss to her cloth covered shoulder. Of course he could tell something was wrong just from her standing there. He’s always known her better than anyone. “Talk to me.”

She spins in his arms, her hands coming to rest on his chest. She bites the inside of her cheek. “Are you happy?”

He drops his head, shaking it with the same soft smile that makes her heart skip. “Of course I am.” One hand moves from her back brushing the hair that had fallen across her face. “I’m happier than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m with you.”

“Even if-”

“Yes.” He stops her before she can ramble off any scenarios. He’s not letting her push him away, not this time. His thumb strokes her jaw and her eyes fall to his lips. “Even then.”

Finally he kisses her, and it tastes like a promise.

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Edrisa

“Are you certain there’ll be nobody here?” Jessica grasps Gil’s arm as they step into the restaurant. By all means, it was perfect. Out of the city, away from prying eyes of photographers looking to get a shot of her, far from the legacy of her name. Just a nice, fancy restaurant for a first date.

That thought send a whole new wave of anxiety through her.

Gil had asked her to dinner, officially, to celebrate his closing of a case and her sealing the deal on a new realtor’s space. Finally they have some time to themselves again, maybe for the first time in weeks they can see each other for more than fifteen minutes for a quick meal before she’s called off to a meeting or Malcolm calls him for an update on the case. 

He seems to sense her unease as he slips his hand over her’s giving it a gentle squeeze. “Just me and you.” She softens at his smile, her hand reaching up to trace his jaw. For a moment she thinks she could say the three words that have been stuck on the back of her tongue ever since they’ve started this again.

“I-” Her breath catches, choking on the words once again. She quells the frustration before it can even cross her face, instead pushing away from him. “I have to go to the restroom. Will you get our table?”

“Yeah.” If he caught what just happened, he doesn’t let on. She steadies herself by focusing on each step. Gaining back her control with each careful stride. That is, until her eyes fall on a booth across the room.

It’s the laugh that draws her attention. A sound she’s become familiar with the more the woman hangs around Malcolm. Her laugh has been something that made her son smile brighter than she’s seen in years. It’s instantly recognizable.

Edrisa.

She’s sitting with a group of women, from what she can tell they’re sisters. Similar in appearance enough to be related at least. They’re so caught up in each other that Edrisa doesn’t see her. If she’s quick enough she can just slip right into the bathroom and be back to Gil where she requested a private booth.

She’s so focused on the group of women she doesn’t see the waiter round the corner talking to a coworker. Not until she crashes into him, wine glasses tipping from the tray and spilling all over the front of her dress. The force knocks her to the ground flinching as the glass sprays across the floor around her.

“Jess, oh my god!” Gil runs up to her, careful of the shards to help her back to her feet.

“Ma’am I am so sorry. I didn’t- I wasn’t-” She barely hears the rambling apologies when she can see that the person she was trying to hide from is now looking straight at her, along with everyone else in the damn restaurant. 

“I’m fine.” She dismisses with a hand. “I’m going to clean up.” She knows her tone betrays everything. She hasn’t caused such a scene since smashing the camera of the man who tried to sneak pictures of Malcolm while he was sitting on the swings with Gil only months after Martin’s arrest.

The quiet of the bathroom is a welcome change as she steps in front of the mirror. She’s an absolute scene. Hair rumpled, face flushed with embarrassment. The dress that she spent hours trying to pick out by herself all but ruined. The stickiness of the wine already making her uncomfortable.

What if she can’t do this?

The knock startles her out of her thoughts. She shuts her eyes gathering herself, “I’m fine Gil. Really, I’m not hurt.”

The door opens slowly and the person in the doorway isn’t him. Rather Edrisa who swallows heavily before stepping inside. “Do you need help?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, cause yknow wine stains even black clothing- which is, awful, right? Like, how dare it? Isn’t that the fundamental rule of black?”

“Edrisa-”

“You should probably start blotting, that looks like expensive velvet.” She passes her a cloth napkin that she must have snagged from the table when she got up. “That’ll clean up better than the paper towels. Trust me.”

Jessica wants to put up a fight but just sighs, accepting the help. “Thank you.” She carefully blots the stain, eyes falling on the woman who rocks back and forth looking like she wants to ask a hundred questions but is barely refraining. “Before you ask, yes. We’re dating. No, it hasn’t been for long. This is our first actual date. Yes, we were trying to keep it secret.”

“I knew you two were together!”

“What?!” Jessica’s head snaps around, her tone coming out angrier than she intended.

“No! I mean- No!” Edrisa stammers. “I didn’t know know but I knew. You know?”

“No.”

“Well, it’s like. It’s like in the movies. It couldn’t be more obvious that the two people who’ve known each other for decades are going to be together in the end but it’s this will they won’t they. It’s the miscommunication and the boundaries. He’s a widower. But there’s all this tension.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’d have to be blind not to see how you look at each other.” She smiles tilting her head. “You’re head over heels for each other.”

“Are we really that obvious?” Edrisa gives a half shrug and Jessica lets out the breath of frustration. “Well, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell Malcolm.”

“Oh! Yeah, totally. I mean, wouldn’t want it getting out before you’re ready.”

“No, we wouldn’t. Not yet at least. It’s new and I don’t want to mess this up. I just want to keep everything discreet.”

“One hundred percent. My lips are sealed.” The silence falls between them and for a moment Jessica wonders if she’s going to tell her something else. A thought passes across the woman’s face before she waves it off. “Well I should get back to my family. Have fun! Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want your kids to hear about.” She laughs and Jessica just chuckles nervously. “Right. Going. Bye!” Jessica follows her out the door relieved to see Gil standing there with a worried look on his face.

“Sir.” Edrisa nods at him passing him, but as she’s about to round the corner, she spins around giving him a double thumbs up with a wide grin and a wink.

“Do you think she’ll tell?” Gil asks once he’s certain she’s gone back to her family.

“Honestly? I have no idea.”

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Ainsley

“Gil.” Her warning comes out huskier than she intended it to. She’s trying to focus on the paperwork in front of her, stacks of royalty agreements, press issues, and editor’s notes scribbled on the words of her own writing are enough to drive anyone mad. She partially wonders if this is how he feels when pouring over case files.

He hums against her neck and her control almost snaps. His arms wind around her torso scooting her closer to him on the couch. 

“Don’t you have a case to work on?”

“Just finished.” She feels him smile and she sighs putting down the file she was studying. “Not my fault you look so good in glasses.”

“They’re reading glasses.”

“Doesn’t matter. You still look good.” She bites her tongue, cheeks blushing with the compliment but she leans further into his touch. “Take a break.”

“We’ve taken 3 breaks in the past 2 days.”

“Are you complaining?” She tilts her head, pretending to think about it for a minute. That only encourages him more as he trails his kisses down her chest.

“Gil,” She tries again but all of her will is gone the second he hits that spot on her collarbone. “You’re horrible.” She pushes him back using the momentum to swing a leg over his lap so she’s straddling him. His wide eyed look of wonder is enough to make her laugh before she captures his lips with hers. Her hands rest on the back of the couch while his slide down her thighs pulling her impossibly closer.

She begins tugging at his turtleneck that he has carefully tucked in. “We should move.” He whispers in between kisses and it’s her turn to split into a wicked smile.

“I dismissed everyone this morning. We’re all alone.” His jaw drops and she tilts her head back with a laugh.

“Who’s horrible now?” But his lips attack her neck again and she just laces her fingers through his hair letting the sensation take over.

She’s ready to lift his shirt over his head when the sound of the door opening and shutting calls her attention. They both freeze, chests heaving trying to catch their breath. “Mom?” 

Jessica lets out a stream of curses under her breath at the sound of Ainsley steadily approaching. She pulls herself off his lap, quickly fixing the buttons that she didn’t notice he’d managed to snap open on her blouse. Gil does the same, tucking in his shirt where he can and taking a file to drape over his lap. She runs her fingers through her hair and picks up the file she was working on as if nothing had happened at all.

“There you are! You won’t believe what happened today! Oh, hey Gil!” Her eyes bounce between them for a moment, but if she suspects something she doesn’t let it show. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m helping your mother with her book.”

“You’re letting Gil read it?” Ainsley pouts, reminding her of when she was little and she didn’t get what she wanted. “You told Malcolm and I we’d have to wait until it was released.”

“I believe I told you I didn’t want you reading it at all, but nevertheless. What’s happened today?”

“What do you mean?” It takes Ainsley half a beat to remember she came home for a reason. “Oh. I just got the word that they want to kick off Joseph Lassley after the whole incident. You remember, right?”

“Yes?”

“Well they want to give me his spot! I’m going to be the head reporter!” Jessica jumps up going to hug her daughter. 

“Oh, darling, that’s wonderful!” She squeals. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Congratulations Ainsley.”

“Thanks Gil.” She beams practically bouncing back to the door. “I have to go. I just stopped by to tell you in person, didn’t feel like over the phone news.” She hugs Jessica again and she squeezes her daughter back just as tightly. “I have to go tell Malcolm.”

“Go! We can celebrate tonight!”

“Belluci’s?”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

“Can Gil come?” Jessica looks back at him and he seems shocked at the request but nods with a soft grin.

“I’d love to.” The look of adoration makes her chest feel so tight that it hurts.

“Awesome. Love you. I’ll see you later.” With that hurricane Ainsley is gone. She lets out the breath she was holding turning back to Gil again.

“That was close.”

“Um, Jess?” Her eyebrows furrow when she realizes he’s looking at her chest. Her blouse is slanted, having missed one of the buttons in an effort to get them back together quickly.

“Shit.” She casts a look towards the door, fixing the buttons while she does. “Do you think she noticed?” 

The scream is distant but loud enough to still carry into the home. “MALCOLM HOLY FUCK.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Malcolm

“Jess if you pace any more you’re going to burn a hole into the floor.” Gil leans against the table, eyes watching her as she walks from end to end.

“He’s late.” She checks the clock again for confirmation, and yes, Malcolm was officially half an hour late. “I told him that tonight was important and that I needed to talk to him.”

“Can you blame him? The last time you said dinner was important was to harass him-”

“Don’t finish that sentence unless you want to sleep on the couch tonight.” Gil raises his glass in mock surrender sipping on the scotch. “Why are you so worked up about this? You know he’ll be thrilled. I mean when he was a kid he basically begged me to move in.”

“It’s not about how he’s going to react. It’s just,” She sighs finally settling in a chair. “He’s the only one we got to tell for real. Everyone else figured it out.”

“For a profiler, he’s shockingly unobservant when it comes to family.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” She smiles with a small laugh. “I thought for sure he was going to catch us that day in your office.”

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“Oh, poor JT.” She laughs, the tension in her chest finally easing a little. It’s enough that she misses the door opening.

“Mother, sorry I’m late. But on the brightside, I’ve got this beautiful 14th century broadsword that-” He stops, his eyes falling on Gil. “And Gil’s here.” He glances between the two of them with a suspicious look. “This isn’t some kind of intervention is it?”

“Not exactly.” She straightens herself, feeling the anxiety bubble in her stomach all over again. Everything up to this point had been amazing. Sure when they were apart, Malcolm tried to help them get back together, but what would he think now? Would he be upset? Hurt to know that he learned last?

“Mom, is everything ok?” Her expression softens, he only calls her mom when he’s worried about her. She’s given him far too much to worry about lately. She takes his hand in hers with a reassuring smile.

“Your mother and I wanted to talk to you. And this is something that’s important to us.”

“Ok you’re both acting weird now. I’m used to her. Please don’t turn on me too, Gil.”

 “Malcolm.” She sighs because she knows this is how he acts when nervous. He can’t stop talking, a habit he’s picked up from the medical examiner she’s noticed him lingering around lately. “Sunshine,”

“Oh god, she brought out Sunshine. I’m in trouble.”

“No, kid, you’re not in trouble we just-”

“Gil and I are together.” She finally blurts out, before pursing her lips together. Malcolm’s head snaps towards her with a mixed look of wonder and disbelief.

“Like, together together?”

“Yes.”

“Is it serious?”

“Well I hope so considering he’s moving in.” She tries for the joke but Malcolm just short circuits, leaning back in his chair running a hand over his chin.

“How long?”

“2 months.”

“2 months?” 

“Well, kid. Your mother and I wanted to make sure it stuck this time before we told you.”

“Does Ainsley know?” The two of them pass a look and they can practically see as the dots connect in his head. “Oh my god the couch. She called me and was talking about Gil, and the couch. She didn’t make any sense. Oh my god.”

“We wanted to tell you for so long. But it didn’t feel like the right time.”

“Is that the bet that Dani and JT have going? If you two are together?”

“Not exactly.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“It’s more like when you’ll figure it out.”

“They know?” 

“Well they figured it out the same way Ainsley did.”

“WHAT?”

“Not like that! JT saw me kiss your mother after the Wilkes case,”

“Dani was a few days later. I stayed the night at Gil’s and I answered the door thinking she was our takeout.”

“Did everyone find out before me?”

“Well we were sure Edrisa was going to accidentally let it slip.” Jessica shrugs.

“Edrisa knows?” 

“We ran into her at a restaurant where some said it would be safe away from anyone we could run into.” She shoots a playful glare at Gil who raises a brow at the challenge.

“How was I supposed to know the Tanakas were in town?”

“Oh my god.” Jessica turns her attention back to her son who looks as if he’s going over every single interaction he’s had for the past 2 months in his mind.

She swallows heavily, taking his hand again and getting serious. “Are you ok with this?”

The question seems to snap him out of his spiral. His eyes finally fall on her with a clarity and hope she hadn’t seen for a long time. “Ok with this? This is like, something I thought about since I was 12. Gil’s basically my dad. And if you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me. Are you happy mom?”

“Oh Sunshine,” She chokes back the tears building in her eyes, her free hand tracing over his jaw. She wonders how the hell she got so lucky. “I’m very happy.”

He turns his attention to Gil. “Are you?”

The look on Gil’s face almost takes her breath away. “I haven’t been this happy in a long time.”

“Good.” Malcolm smiles and Jessica is certain her heart is going to burst right out of her chest. “Now, when are you going to propose?”

“Malcolm!”

“Am I getting a little brother or sister?”

“I am fifty two!”

“So was Janet Jackson.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh I’m just getting started. I’ve got twenty one years of meddling pent up and ready to unleash.”

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Martin

The sounds of wheels sliding across the linoleum breaks Martin’s deep focus, he abandons his latest project with a wide grin. “TV time already, Mr. David? I felt like I had a good half hour in me still!” The man doesn’t answer, only moving to set up the equipment with the same boring monotony as he did every day. Honestly, you’d think the man could show a little more life.

It no longer matters when the TV powers on, just in time to see his daughter’s smiling face, with a warm greeting that feels especially for him. He bristles, the same sense of pride that fills his chest any time he can see his children in their element consuming him. He can’t help but shift in glee, scooting closer to the screen.

“Is she wearing L’agence again? You know, that’s her mother’s influence right there. I was always more of a Brioni man, myself. Italian. Swear you’ve never felt something so soft in your life.” Ainsley picks up her papers, tapping them against the desk, signaling she’s diving into the latest news. “Shh, she’s starting”

“Why don’t we start off tonight on a good note? Lighting up the social circles and buzzing all around New York, daughter of John and Carrie Milton, Jessica Whitly is engaged! You may know Jessica Whitly as she was the ex-wife of the Surgeon and is my mother.” She grins, and he swears he can see Jessica in her. The mischievous glee of knowing that his world is falling apart sparkling in her eyes. “Tabloids were lighting up after spying Ms. Whitly with a ring on her finger, and it is with great pleasure that I’m the one to confirm the rumors. Ms. Whitly is engaged to the head of major crimes, Lieutenant Gil Arroyo. The two of them met during the arrest-”

“Turn it off.”

“Martin,” Mr. David approaches, ready to apprehend if necessary. It won’t be, he can control himself.

“Turn it off!” He snaps. He blissfully does and Martin revels in the silence, if only for a moment. “How could she not tell me? Me? I didn’t even know she was seeing anyone again!” He pushes the chair back pacing from end to end, or as far as his rope would let him reach. “I had to find out by a broadcast. The news.” He scoffs, noticing that the man across the room’s shoulders are shaking with laughter. “Did you know about this?”

“Yes, I received the news about a week ago.”

“A week ago.” He falls back onto his bed with a sigh. “My boy didn’t even tell me! And I really felt like we were connecting again! ”

“Martin,”

“And my girl! Oh you know her mother set her up to do that just to get at me. Ainsley would never stoop so low as to address tabloids. They’re so beneath her.” He rakes a hand through his hair, “and Mr David, Et tu, Brute. Leave me alone, I’d like to suffer in peace.”

“I guess I shouldn’t tell you I got the invitation in the mail yesterday.”

It’s all he could do but turn his face to scream into his pillow.

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SHOWS

The 100 (6)

Good Omens

The Good Place (3)

Lucifer (4)

On My Block

Parks and Recreation (4)

Prodigal Son (1)

Sherlock

Space Force

Supernatural (14)

The Walking Dead (8)

MOVIES

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BROADWAY

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Hamilton

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The Phantom of the Opera

Six

VIDEO GAMES

Detroit: Become Human

Red Dead Redemption 2

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SHOWS

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Finn Collins

Harper McIntyre

Jasper Jordan

Johnathan “John” Murphy

Jordan Green

Lexa

Lincoln

Marcus Kane

Monty Green

Octavia Blake

Raven Reyes

Roan

Wells Jaha

Aziraphale

Anathema Device

Crowley

Newton Pulsifer

Mme. Tracy*

Witchfinder Sgt. Shadwell*

Chidi Anagonye

Eleanor Shellstrop

Jason Mendoza

Michael*

Tahani Al-Jamil

Amenadiel

Det. Chloe Decker

Det. Daniel “Dan” Espinoza

Ella Lopez

Eve

Dr. Linda Martin*

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen “Maze”

Cesar Diaz

Jamal Turner

Jasmine Flores

Monsé Finnie

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Ruben “Ruby” Martinez Jr.

Andrew “Andy” Dwyer

Ann Perkins

April Ludgate

Benjamin “Ben” Wyatt

Christopher “Chris” Traeger

Donna Meagle*

Gerald “Jerry” Gergich*

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein*

Leslie Knope

Ronald “Ron” Swanson*

Ainsley Whitly

Det. Dani Powell

Edrisa Tanaka

Lt. Gil Arroyo

Det. James “JT” Tarmel

Jessica Whitly

Malcolm Bright

DI Greg Lestrade

Mrs. Hudson*

James “Jim” Moriarty

Dr. John Watson

Mary Morstan*

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Adrian Mallory*

Capt. Angela Ali

Brig. Gen. Bradley Gregory*

Dr. Chan Kaifang

Duncan Tabner

Erin Naird

F. Tony Scarapiducci

Kelly King

Maggie Naird*

Gen. Mark Naird*

Abbie “Bela” Talbot*

Adam Milligan

Alex Jones

Balthazar

Benjamin “Benny” Lafitte

Castiel

Charlene “Charlie” Bradbury

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sheriff Donna Hanscum

Eileen Leahy

Ellen Harvelle*

Gabriel

Garth Fitzgerald IV

Jack Kline

Jessica “Jess” Moore*

Joanna “Jo” Harvelle

Sheriff Jody Mills*

John Winchester

Kaia Nieves

Kevin Tran

Lucifer

Meg Masters

Michael “Mick” Davies

Patience Turner

Robert “Bobby” Singer*

Rowena MacLeod

Rufus Turner*

Samuel “Sam” Winchester

Aaron

Abraham Ford

Andrea*

Beth Greene

Carl Grimes*

Carol Peletier*

Dale Horvath*

Daryl Dixon

Dwight

Enid*

Eugene Porter*

King Ezekiel*

Father Gabriel Stokes

Glenn Rhee

Hershel Greene*

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Morgan Jones*

Negan Smith

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Sasha Williams

Tara Chambler

Tyreese Williams

MOVIES

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

Josh Lucas

Tai Frasier

Travis Birkenstock

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz*

Phillip Carlyle

Phineas “P.T.” Barnum

W.D. Wheeler

Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody*

Albus Dumbledore*

Arthur Weasley*

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

James Potter

Lily Evans

Luna Lovegood

Minerva McGonagall*

Molly Weasley*

Neville Longbottom

Nymphadora Tonks*

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin

Ronald “Ron” Weasley

Rubeus Hagrid*

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Viktor Krum

Cinna

Effie Trinket*

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Haymitch Abernathy*

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Anthony “Tony” Stark -- Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner -- Hulk

Carol Danvers -- Captain Marvel

Dr. Christine Palmer*

Clint Barton -- Hawkeye

Drax the Destroyer*

Edward “Ned” Leeds

Gamora

Groot*

Harold “Happy” Hogan*

Dr. Henry “Hank” Pym*\

Hope van Dyne -- Wasp

Sgt. James “Bucky” Barnes -- Winter Soldier

Col. James “Rhodey” Rhodes -- War Machine

Loki Laufeyson

Luis*

Mantis*

Dr. Margaret “Peggy” Carter*

Cdr. Maria Hill*

May Parker*

Lord M’Baku

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Nakia

Natasha Romanoff -- Black Widow

Nebula*

Col. Nicholas “Nick” Fury*

Okoye

Peter Parker -- Spider-Man

Peter Quill -- Star-Lord

Agt. Phillip “Phil” Coulson*

Pietro Maximoff -- Quicksilver

Rocket*

Samuel “Sam” Wilson -- Falcon

Scott Lang -- Ant-Man

Shuri

Dr. Stephen Strange

Steven “Steve” Rogers -- Captain America

King T’Challa -- Black Panther

Thor Odinson

Valkyrie

Virginia “Pepper” Potts

Vision

Wanda Maximoff -- Scarlet Witch

W’Kabi

Wong*

Yelena Belova

Yondu Udonta*

BROADWAY

Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov

Dimitri Sudayev

Gleb Vaganov

Countess Lily Malevsky-Malevitch*

Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna*

Vladimir “Vlad” Popov*

Adam Maitland

Barbara Maitland

Beetlejuice*

Delia Schlimmer

Lydia Deetz*

Carrie White

Christine “Chris” Hargensen

Susan “Sue” Snell

Thomas “Tommy” Ross

Eurydice

Hades

Hermes*

Orpheus

Persephone

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Elizabeth “Eliza” Schuyler

George Washington

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

John Laurens

Margarita “Peggy” Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Marquis de Lafayette

Philip Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson

Cosette

Enjolras

Éponine Thénardier

Fantine

Insp. Javert

Jean Valjean

Marius Pontmercy

Carlotta Giudicelli*

Christine Daaé

Erik “The Phantom”

Mme. Giry*

Meg Giry

Raoul de Chagny

Anna of Cleves

Anne Boleyn

Catherine of Aragon

Catherine Parr

Jane Seymour

Katherine Howard

VIDEO GAMES

Carl Manfred*

Chloe

Det. Chris Miller*

Connor

Elijah Kamski

Lt. Hank Anderson*

Capt. Jeffrey Fowler*

Josh

Kara

Leo Manfred

Lucy*

Luther

Markus

North

Rose Chapman*

Simon

Abigail Roberts

Arthur Morgan

Beau Gray*

Charles Smith

Daniël “Dutch” Van der Linde

Eagle Flies

Hosea Matthews*

Javier Escuella

Johnathan “John” Marston Sr.

Josiah Trelawny

Karen Jones

Kieran Duffy

Leonard “Lenny” Summers

Marion “Bill” Williamson

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Micah Bell

Molly O’Shea

Penelope Braithwaite*

Rev. Orville Swanson*

Sadie Adler

Sean MacGuire

Simon Pearson*

Tilly Jackson

[breannacasey]

Hi AC!

☕️ 👁 🎀 💕 ✏️ for the writers ask game?

☕️- favorite passage

I answered this already, but have another. From Embrace the Part of Me That's Just Like You (Prodigal Son)

Ainsley’s heart shattered as she listened to her mother saying how she didn’t know what to do anymore, that she was at a lost for new ways to help Malcolm. Ainsley wanted nothing more than to offer something, anything to help, but she couldn’t come up with anything. It filled her with rage how destroyed both her mother and her brother felt. She wished she could appease their pain somehow.

Then, she thought back to the source of all their troubles. To what had led them here. Martin Whitly. Without him, they might’ve been happy. They certainly wouldn’t have to endure so much pain. Malcolm wouldn’t have grown up with conflicted feelings between the father he knew and loved, and the monster he’d discovered he was.

👁- series or oneshots?

Answered here

🎀- favorite story

Answered here. But I could add Floating On, the Ghost!TK Au, and Good Things Don't Come Easy, an Ace Eddie fic.

💕- opinion on AUs?

I enjoy them, they're fun to do and read, but they're a lot of work too. I also prefer AUs that stick close to canon, just change a thing or a few thing, like Carlos has a different job or soulmate AUs, rather than full-on AUs like Coffee Shop AUs or high school/college AUs.

✏️- favorite part about writing

Seeing the story come to life, imagining all sorts of scenarios and seeing how they'd play out with certain characters, playing with the story by changing things and seeing how it would affect it, being able to channel all sort of emotions into it. When I have a flow going and everything else around me disappears.

[writingwithadinosaur]

“90″ - Oneshot

“90” - Oneshot

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Plantonic!Gil Arroyo x Reader

(Mentioned) Sibling!Malcolm Bright x Sibling!Reader

Word Count: 2,145

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color Chunks or lines of text that are in italics means that it's (Y/N)’s thoughts.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of trauma (Whitly)

Summary: While out on a lunch break with your boss, you find out that your brother is back in town. Unsure of what to do, Gil tries to give some advice. 

Author’s Note: So I had an idea while at work because I find myself thinking a lot about crime shows at work. The line that Gil says “Should have said 90. 100 I know you’re lying” really stuck with me for some reason. So I thought, what if he was told that by Malcolm’s sister, only to use it on him later? And boom, here we are.

It’s not my best, but I thought it was a cute oneshot ramble thing. 

This takes place right before season 1 episode 1. 

This was not beta-read, so please let me know if there are any errors! 

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

~~~~~~~~~

Thanks to your father messing your family up from a young age, abnormal and criminal psychology seemed to be a “natural” path for you and your brother to end up going down. Words cannot describe the negative effect that Dr. Martin Whitly had and continues to have on your life. Growing up and really realizing the awful things he did to those women, your brother, and you made you see the world for what it truly is: Chaotic, painful, and full of surprises (both good and bad.) You saw that there were more monsters like him out there and you wanted to figure out who and where they were. 

While Malcolm went on to change his last name and run off to Quantico to try to help catch more of these deranged killers, you changed your last name and stayed closer to home. If there was one monster living in your own home, they really could be anywhere. 

Gil Arroyo was the officer that caught your father and helped make sure that your family was alright after The Surgeon was put away in Claremont Psychiatric. He helped you and Malcolm bond and grow as much as you could. While you did drift away from the rest of your family, you kept in contact with Malcolm and Gil.

As soon as you graduated college and walked into his office asking to be on his team, Gil knew he had to say yes. Not only to make sure you were safe, but also because he knew you had the ability to help get into a mindset that could help the team solve some of these trickier cases. 

Which leads to today, a normal lunch break. 

You and Gil went to a sub shop not too far from the station and got your usuals from Mr.Santos. While waiting, Gil was slightly shifting his feet, slightly visibly unsettled by something on his mind. You made your way to a table off to the side of the room and motioned for him to sit across from you.

“Go on and tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Whatever's got your headspace all worked up.” Gil looked down and sighed out a slight laugh.

“What gave it away this time?”

“Do you really want to know?” Gil shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, trying to feign being comfortable even though he knew he was going to have to speak his mind sooner or later. You leaned forward, elbows on the table, slightly squinting your eyes, preparing for the rare chance to put the Gil Arroyo in his place.

“Well, for one, you haven’t been able to make eye contact or even look at me since we left the station. You’ve also had your arms crossed more than usual, which could be an attempt to make a physical barrier to whatever is creeping its way out of your mental barriers. Your jaw has been clenched for at least the last fifteen minutes, which means you’re at least slightly stressed about something. Do you want me to keep ripping you a new one, or do you want to just tell me what’s going on?”

Gil looked down to see that his arms were indeed crossed over his chest, he let out another sighed laugh, shook his head slightly, and dropped his arms. He took a deep breath.

“Malcolm is coming home.” Gill didn’t look up until after he spoke, trying to gauge your reaction. 

When Malcolm applied for Quantico, you were happy for him. That same day, you found out that he had been meeting with Dr.Whitly. You had made a choice to try to stay as distant from his as possible, and yet, Malcolm was visiting as if he wasn’t locked in there for murder. You didn’t even hear him out, you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone wanting to visit that creature.

 It drove a spike between your relationship with your brother. You knew that you two would mend it and make up eventually. But you didn’t expect to have to talk to him so soon. 

One of the downsides to growing up like how you did and knowing so much about psychology now, you knew how to hide your emotions fairly well. Some would call it a blessing, especially working with the NYPD as a psychological analyst assistant. But right now, Gil hated it. 

“(Y/N)? You still with me?” Gil tapped your hand to try to get you to focus on the real conversation as opposed to your inner monologue. You shook your head and tried to put on a small smile.

“Yeah. I’m here. I’m fine.”

“Now I know that’s a lie.” 

“Oh really? And how do you know that?”

“Your real smile reaches your eyes. This one,” Gil pointed to your face, “is as fake as Pamela Anderson’s boobs.” A small chuckle left you at his choice of comparison. Gil now matched you and leaned on his elbows on the table. “Talk to me, kiddo. What’s going on in that big ole brain of yours?”

Leaning back, you started to play with your fingers as you tried to settle on a single question out of the handful that were swimming around your mind to ask right now.

“Do you know why he’s coming back?”

“From what I know, he got fired. Assaulted an officer.” 

“Must have deserved it.”

“Which one? Him or the officer”

“Honestly, either one.” Gil slightly chuckled, knowing your brother as long as he has, he could definitely see the punch landing either way.

“Well, I don’t know. But... you can ask him that yourself.” You raised a questioning brow at Gil as he paused, trying to choose his phrasing. “I think it would be good for you two to talk. Go get coffee, take a walk, something.”

“Really? You think it would be a good idea to reopen that broken door labeled ‘Warning! Malcolm Bright! Do not open?’”

“100%” Gil tried to smile, but similar to how he pointed out on you moments ago, his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

Mr.Santos came to your table with your sandwiches wrapped up and some chips. The two of you thanked him before getting ready to head back to the station to eat. As you got back out to the sidewalk and fell in step with him, you spoke about the case that you were both working now. It wasn’t until you got back to the station that you spoke on what was bothering you.

“You should know better than to lie to me, Gil.”

“And what am I being accused of lying about now?” He couldn’t help but sound a bit annoyed as he opened the door to the conference room where you had all of your notes and evidence board set up. The two of you setting up lunch as you continue.

“When you were saying that it would be good for me to try to meet up with Malcolm, I asked if you were sure, and you said ‘100%.’” 

“And?” Gil asked, mouth half full of chips. 

“You should have said 90.” Gil looked at you, waiting to hear your reasoning. “100 I know you’re lying.” 

“You know I’m lying by me saying 100%?”

“There are very few things that we can say we know with 100% certainty. You of all people question the certainty of things. And with the subject being Malcolm, then there is no knowing how us trying to reconnect could go. And you know that. So--” 

“I just think that you could help him out.” Gil interrupted, not wanting to hear your whole dissertation on probability and chance. 

“So could you. You’re basically a father figure to us, albeit thanks to unfortunate circumstances.” 

“Yeah, but he knows that I usually bring cases, not social visits.” A slight sigh exhaled through your nose, knowing that he was at least partially right. “And I know damn well that he would like to see his sister.” Gil pointed his sandwich at you before taking a bite.

“That's the great thing about him having two sisters though. He can go talk to Ainsley. Although, I know she is like mother in the way that they are dreadfully draining to talk to.” Gil put his sandwich down, looking down at the table and taking another deep breath. “There’s more you’re not telling me.”

The only response you got from him was a hand pointing towards the evidence board. You looked at the board, trying to see if he was pointing to something specific. When you couldn’t make anything out, you looked back to meet Gil with a questioning look.

“I think having two profiler brains on this killer could be helpful.” You took a deep breath in through your nose as you leaned back in your chair, looking up at the ceiling slightly, everything clicking into place. 

“I see. You want us to make up so we’ll play nice when you eventually wave a case file in his face and drag him to the next crime scene.” You looked at Gil and saw him holding his hands out getting slightly defensive. 

“That’s not the only reason. I know you two are some of the best profilers in New York. You are also the only ones that can truly understand and help each other thanks to your... life experiences. So in order to try to help catch bad guys like how we want to, and help you two finally get the relationship back to where you want to, yes, I want you to make up and play nice.” 

You knew he was right and that this would be a smart move. You reach for your drink and take a sip. Your lack of response let Gil know that he had “won.”

“Plus, he feels bad for how things left off before he moved.”

The next few minutes were silent as the two of you finished your lunches. Gil got up to throw away your wrappers and such. As you thanked him, you turned to the evidence board and sipped on the last of your drink.

You tried to find more correlations or similarities between these victims, but you kept thinking of the same ones you already had written down. As much as you loved your team, they weren’t trained much when it comes to the thoughts and motives of a killer. 

You haven’t been able to have a psychologically focused and interesting conversation with anyone since Malcolm left for Quantico. He was always one of a select few that didn’t completely drain your social battery and understood how far to push you to challenge you without causing any damage. Malcolm understood your humor, your ups and downs, and how to really help you. And you understood the same thing for him.

You missed that. 

Maybe a mind like his would be refreshing and helpful nowadays.  

JT knocked on the door’s threshold before poking his head in, phone in hand. You swiveled your chair around, knowing what he was going to say.

“Uni’s called in from east side of 42nd. Something weird. All I could make out was ‘blood paint’ and ‘skin mural’ before they begged for backup.”

“Sounds like something right up your alley, (Y/N).” Gil turned to you. You nodded and started to stand up, gathering the last of your trash and tossing it in the can. 

You stopped before leaving the room. Looking down at the piles of case notes along the table, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty about not finding this guy yet. All of these victims with no answers yet. Gil noticed and put a hand on your shoulder. Before he could say anything, you spoke.

“I’ll try and reach out to him. I can’t let this guy walk around doing this shit again and again. I need a brain like Malcolm’s to jump off of.” Gil just squeezed your shoulder before moving his hand gently to the scruff of your neck, ushering you towards the door so you could get to the crime scene. “I’ll see if he wants to go to that nice place off 16th. But I can’t promise anything.”

You stopped again before getting into the front seat of Gil’s car. Looking at him over the roof, you were a bit nervous now about meeting up with your brother. 

“Are you sure he actually wants to try to make up?”

Gil nodded his head side to side with a slight frown, as if he was weighing options in his head. 

“I would say 85, maybe 90%.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Hey! I’m learning this all from you! I’ll have to use that line next time someone says 100.” 

Gil smiled as he leaned down into the driver's seat, you followed and soon you were on your way to catch another monster. 

~~~~~~

Tag List - @melconnor2007 @ashenfallsof @geeksareunique @all-by-myself98 @sj-thefan @malindacath @shadowfoxey

[ao3feed-goodomens]

Hazme gritar

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UghZWp

by Yuukivic

AU Killer Husbands. Martin Whitly (Prodigal Son) x Kilgrave (Jessica Jones)

Escrito junto a @No_giving_up -wattpad-

Words: 9597, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Series: Part 9 of Ineffable Husbands - OneShots

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), Prodigal Son (TV 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Martin Whitly, Kilgrave

Relationships: Martin Whitly & Kilgrave, Martin Whitly/Kilgrave

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Killer Husbands (Good Omens)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UghZWp

[notgonnarememberthis]

i will wrap you in my arms (and keep you safe)

Well my city is under an ice storm warning and all my things got cancelled today so I wrote a little something to match the vibes. Enjoy!!

Gil steps out of his car arms loaded, the trudge through the snow is difficult but worth the scene he comes to. The lake had frozen overnight leaving the perfect conditions for their plans. Jessica had called him early in the morning to ask to join them at their cabin further up north. Plans of snowball fights and hot chocolate with his favorite family being too good to resist. Seeing this, he’s thankful he did. Jessica and Ainsley twirl around each other on skates, their laughter and the sound of ice scraping filling the air with joy.

For a seven year old, Ainsley took well to skating. She was a natural almost immediately, with all the grace of her mother who’d grown up skating but gave it up for a couple of years. Now their moves match the other and he smiles at how much Ainsley looks like her mother when she laughs. Her disappointment had been palpable when a group of moms decided they didn’t want Ainsley in their class, solely because of her name. Because of her father. Jessica had looked heartbroken and so angry. Thankfully, however, he knew of a lake that was perfect in the winter for this. 

Malcolm, who is sitting by the lake with a book in hands perks up at the sound of footsteps and runs over. “Gil!” He slows up as he approaches, realizing that he’s carrying their lunch but he smiles nonetheless. “I didn’t know you were coming!” Gil looks at Jess over his head with a sparkle in his eyes. Of course she wanted to surprise them.

“I couldn’t miss out on a snowball fight. Think we can beat your mother and sister?”

“Yeah!”

“Well we better eat up first. We’re going to need some fuel.” Malcolm casts a glance to the two of them. For a moment he looks mournful, like he would regret interrupting their moment of peace. He follows his eyes watching Jessica toss her head back, curls flying with the movement. “Tell you what, why don’t we give them a few minutes and you can tell me about the book you’re reading?”

Malcolm nods excitedly pulling them back over to the spot he’d been sitting. He has his own personal area set up with his book and a couple of games as well as his own skates if he decided to join the two of them. Gil takes up shop beside him letting him go on about the book about the cosmos that Jess had gotten him. He can’t help but smile as his eyes light up when he talks about it.

“Gil!” The excited shout pulls his attention back to the ice where Ainsley is speeding towards the two of them with her mother in tow.

“Ainsley be careful!” She calls out.

The moment plays out all at once. Jessica’s face sinks for only a second before she’s pushing herself even faster. Malcolm is on his feet in a split second, running towards them, seeing something that he hadn’t. Ainsley, who is blissfully unaware, lets out a cry as she’s suddenly scooped up from behind and thrown safely into a snowbank.

Gil’s mind clicks what was wrong seconds too late. Ainsley had been hurtling towards a dark, thin patch of ice between them. Jessica and Malcolm had seen it. The sickening crack shakes the air as Jessica drops beneath the surface with no more than a shout. 

Gil moves immediately into action grabbing Malcolm by the waste and stopping him before he can run out as well. “Stop!” He holds the squirming teenager tightly. “Go check your sister, get me the biggest branch you can find. I’ve got her.” He stops struggling and takes off to get Ainsley.

Gil slides unevenly across the ice dropping to his hands and knees as he gets closer to the hole. He screams her name but she’s not responding, only in short moments where she can only get out a shout or two before her head slips under again. It’s harder to get purchase there and his heart sinks as Jessica disappears underneath the black water and doesn’t come back up again. Once there he plunges his arms into the water desperately feeling around for her. When he doesn’t feel anything, he sticks his head in ignoring the pain as he tries against everything to see her.

When he surfaces he feels more than sees Malcolm passing him a long branch. He takes it with both hands pushing it into the water. He almost cries with relief when he feels the resistance of something pulling on it beneath the water. He reaches in again finding Jessica’s hand on the branch, from there he follows her arm until he can reach her shoulders pulling her with all his might onto the surface again. She comes up with a gasp, her breathing short from the cold and shock rushing through her. He uses the purchase of the back of her coat to pull her all the way out of the water.

She’s shivering violently and whimpering, “Ainsley.” She manages to get out, her teeth chattering the entire time.

“She’s safe, you tossed her out of the way.” He runs his shaking hand over her slicked hair checking to see if she hit her head at all but he doesn’t see any sign of bruising or scratches. He sits up cradling her head into her lap while keeping a close eye on Malcolm and Ainsley at the same time. “I got you Jess, I got you.” He whispers, dropping a kiss to her forehead.

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That night it takes Malcolm and Ainsley longer than usual to settle down. The two of them hover around their mother like she does when either of them are sick and hurt. Ainsley is still a little confused at the events but she could tell Malcolm was worried, so she was worried. Jessica still sits in front of the fireplace, hardly moving all night other than to put the children to bed.

She looks smaller with the large blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair had long since dried but her shivering never subsided. He knows, deep down, she’s plagued by her own thoughts. That’s what is causing the shaking, not the cold.

He reaches down to her passing her a cup of hot chocolate. She looks up, as if startled by his presence but smiles at the offer. Her lip tweaks a little more at the marshmallows packed over the top. “Really?”

“It helps Ainsley when she gets worked up.”

“Is it spiked?”

“Couldn’t find any liquor.”

“Damn.” She smiles as she takes a sip nonetheless. He takes a seat next to her, their shoulders touching. She leans closer and it makes a shiver run down his spine. “Thank you.” He turns his head in confusion. “For saving me.”

“You don’t have to thank me Jess. You saved Ainsley.”

“I almost didn’t.” She whispers and the confession holds in the air heavily. “I felt the ice cracking as I picked her up. Another second and we both would’ve fell in. I keep seeing her stuck in there and I-”

“Malcolm tried to go out, if I wouldn’t have stopped him I think he would’ve thrown himself in to get you.” She looks at him startled.

“Is this supposed to help?”

He tips his head in a half shrug. “Point is, we can’t get lost in the ifs. You threw Ainsley like a ragdoll though, who knew you had it in you.”

“Yeah, well grabbing Malcolm mid nightmare while he’s sprinting towards the steps will build strength real fast.” She laughs but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. He reaches out taking her hand, when she doesn’t pull away he gives it a light squeeze. She’s stronger than most people he knows. To power through the things she does, he can’t help but admire her.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to go get checked out?” His eyes study her face. While there were no external signs of injury he’s more than aware how quickly hypothermia can set in. Even with how fast he and Malcolm got her to the car versus getting her warm in the cabin, he’s still weary about it all.

“No hospitals. Please.” He almost misses the plea at the end, it’s so quiet. “I’m fine. Really. If anything changes I’ll tell you.” He only nods wrapping his arm around her shoulders. The fire flickers in the quiet, pulling his attention to the dancing flames. “I’m sorry your day off wasn’t really as planned.”

“No.” He chuckles. “It sure wasn’t.” She sighs but he tilts his tone again, “I suppose it’s a good thing I got Nelson to trade shifts with me so I have the whole weekend here.” Her jaw drops in shock and she shoves him playfully. “Play nice.” He teases.

“Make me.” She blushes realizing the challenge had slipped out before she could control it. They’ve flirted a few times in the past year, this family quickly becoming his new normal. This feels different though, like the walls are closing in on them, like the air is electric. He leans in before she can begin to apologize.

Her lips on his feels like the universe righting itself. Everything at once clicking into place. He pulls away, not wanting to pressure her into something she doesn’t want but he wishes it would’ve lasted a little longer.

He gets his wish when she pulls him back in, abandoning her mug on the wooden floor. His hand goes to tangle in her curls pulling her even closer. The smell of vanilla and honey threatens to overwhelm his senses. The taste of the hot chocolate on her lips is addictive and he just wants more.

He pulls away again, this time to catch his breath. Her smile lights up the room more than the fire, her eyes dancing with a hope that she’d confessed to him years ago that she’d lost. It makes his heart skip more than a few beats to be the one to witness such a change. How lucky could he possibly be?

Settling back into the quiet with Jessica’s head on his shoulder he’s certain he’s the luckiest person in the world.

[notgonnarememberthis]

keep pushing me away (but i’m not letting you go)

Been sitting on this idea for a minute but I finally had the inspiration to throw something together with it!! Meant this as a Valentine’s oneshot but I’ve been drawing a lot more recently and I had to finish a piece for my best friend’s birthday so that took priority. Hope y’all enjoy this!!

The tap on the door is so light and quick that even in the stillness of his apartment Gil almost misses it. He glances at the cats who lie on the chair together, confirming that it wasn’t either of them before he rises, abandoning the glass of bourbon on the coffee table. He thinks briefly how it was strange the knock came only a short while after he got home. He had time to eat the takeout he picked up and pour himself a glass before it came.

Taking a glance at the security camera recording who’s at his door clicks everything into place though. Even with her back turned, the figure is unmistakably Jessica. The green gown hugs her figure with her hair falling in curls down her back. She must have come straight from a charity gala or something.

When he realizes she’s walking away he moves to the door quicker than he probably should. He pulls it open, breathless for more than one reason.

“Jess.” He calls out and she freezes. Everything in her body calculates whether to walk away or turn around. He can see it in the way her shoulders pull together, her hands hugging herself as if trying to beat out a part of her that wants to stay. When she turns his breath catches in his throat.

Her eyes are red rimmed, her cheeks flushed with every emotion. She looks as exhausted as he feels. Part of him wonders if it’s been as long since she’s had a good night’s sleep as it has for him. She swallows and tears that she’d been trying to hold back slide down her face.

He’s on her in seconds cradling her arms with both hands. “What happened? Are the kids ok?” She does the head tilt that is a universal sign are they ever? But then she shakes her head, it’s not about them. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

She takes a breath but it comes out choked, quelling the panic she’s all too familiar with. “Cricket died.”

“Cricket?” He’s familiar with the woman, having met her on more than one occasion. Short, tense exchanges mostly told him all he needed to know about her. “Is Adolpho outside?” She nods. “I’ll text him and say you’re staying here tonight.” She doesn’t even try to protest and it makes his heart ache. Normally she’d put up a fake fight about how she has meetings, brunch with Malcolm. She’d always end up staying but no protests…

This is bad.

“Come on.” He guides her inside gently setting her on the couch before going to pour her a glass as well. He keeps his eyes on her the entire time, watching as she rocks herself back and forth. Atlas sits on her lap which seems to relax her, even if only slightly. Her hand comes to stroke his back finding comfort in his purring.

“Thank you.” Her voice is barely a whisper as he passes her the glass. He sets the bottle on the table, figuring they’ll probably need it tonight. “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Don’t apologize. I told you I’m here for you and I meant it Jess. I want you to come to me.” The last words come out thicker than he wanted. He wants more than this, they both do. He pushes all of that aside because right now she needs him. “What happened?”

She tips her head back, trying to recall the events in her mind. “We were at the Andres Foundation, I was in talks of taking over a portion of it when Nicolette steps down. Her daughters want nothing to do with it but she wanted someone who-” She shakes her head stopping herself. He can see her scolding herself for already getting off track. “I was mingling, meeting new people when I came across Cricket. We were just doing the usual going back and forth. I thought-” She laughs, a bitter aching laugh. “I thought I’d finally made the bitch speechless.” She runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “And then she just fell.”

“Oh, Jess.”

“A heart attack.” She moves to run her hands through her hair only stopping when she remembers the probable hundreds of bobby pins holding it perfectly in place. “It’s not confirmed yet but you spend so many years married to a surgeon.”

He hops up right there taking her hand in his. If she’s talking about Martin so casually, it’s bad. “Jess, you couldn’t have done anything about this.”

“I know.” She takes a deep breath, her hand holding his even tighter as she gathers the words. “After Martin… Everything changed. I was an outcast. My children were on the ledge at every second, and they still are, my marriage was in shambles. But Cricket was always there.” He makes a face at that, more than familiar with Jessica’s rantings about her. “Not in that way.” He tilts his head confused but lets her explain. “Cricket was always jealous of me. The Miltons and the Van de Camps were always in competition. Every conversation was a verbal sparring match.”

“And it didn’t change.” Gil sits back, understanding now why this hit her so hard.

“Everything changed, except that. Cricket Van de Camp was always a bitch.” She chews on the inside of her cheek for a second. “And the last thing she said to be was death seems to follow the Whitlys around every turn. Guess she was right. Guess you were right.”

“No.” Her eyes flash up to him at the harshness in his tone, rarely did he use it outside of work. Much less on any of them. “I was wrong. You aren’t a curse. The Whitlys are not a curse. Hell, you all might be one of the best things that happened to me.”

“Jackie would beg to differ.”

“Jackie is on the same level. But Malcolm and Ainsley.” He sighs with a small smile. “They’re like my own. I’d give anything for them. For you.”

“Gil.” Her voice is the broken whisper again. The one of someone who’s been hurt far too many times in her life. Burned by love over and over yet somehow, she still has the biggest heart he knows. One she gifted to her children. “Please.”

“I love you Jessica.” Her breath catches, as if she didn’t know this already. Maybe she did, but she was too afraid to hope. He brings his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away the fresh trail of tears. “I wanted to tell you before but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you again.”

“But you did. I pushed you away. Again”

“I can handle it.” She gives him the no nonsense look she normally reserves for Malcolm and he chuckles. “I mean it. Push away. I’m not going anywhere. Not again.”

“I don’t know if I can say-” She doesn’t finish the words. She doesn’t have to. She doesn’t know if she can say I love you. After Martin, she mentioned it before. It feels like so long ago and she was drunk, but the memory still lingers in his mind. He smiles bringing the hand that he was holding to his lips where he presses a gentle kiss to it.

“I know. I’ll just have to say it enough for the both of us.” Her expression softens and her fingers trace his lips. He can already see it in her eyes. How much she wants the words to come out. To be able to say them without fear of everything crumbling beneath her all over again. Her gaze runs over him and he can feel it, even if she can’t bring herself to say it. “I know you do.”

She crashes into him at that moment, her lips on his kissing him with every emotion she can’t find the words for. He just smiles into the kiss, matching her energy with his own. He pours everything into holding her, making her feel safe, making her feel loved.

She deserves it. They both do.

[ao3feed-prodigalson]

by Yuukivic

AU Killer Husbands. Martin Whitly (Prodigal Son) x Kilgrave (Jessica Jones)

Escrito junto a @No_giving_up -wattpad-

Words: 9597, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Series: Part 9 of Ineffable Husbands - OneShots

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), Prodigal Son (TV 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Martin Whitly, Kilgrave

Relationships: Martin Whitly & Kilgrave, Martin Whitly/Kilgrave

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Killer Husbands (Good Omens)