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cornerofmadnessMore nonsense happened with the doctor's but it's late and I'm tired and I want to write so I'll save that for tomorrow.
Have two things I wrote
Jean-Luc couldn't contain his smile as Elnor – with a look of pure bliss - tucked into the meal he had prepared with Zhaban and Laris’s help. Cognac shrimp to start, followed by coq au vin from chickens Zhaban kept on the estate - and of course, the Picard family wine - and lastly crepes stuffed with sweet cheese and drizzled with chocolate. Elnor might yet return to Vashti and the Qowat Milat but he insisted on seeing Jean-Luc all the way home.
The least he could do was give the boy the grand tour and dinner. Zhaban and Laris took to Elnor straight away and Elnor explore Chateau Picard with all the enthusiasm of the child Jean-Luc had first met. Later, they retired to his fireplace to relax after a perfect meal with some brandy distilled on the grounds.
Jean-Luc understood now why Will and Deanne were content in their bucolic house. There was peace here even if it lacked adventure. With three Romulans and his dog at his side, Jean-Luc was home.
Title: The Wranglers
Author:cornerofmadness
Prompt: Gil Arroyo goes into a bar and meets…Chloe Decker!
Fandoms: Prodigal Son, Lucifer (TV)
Word count: 2069
Rating: teen and up
Contents: no real warnings needed, mentions of their serial killer-cannibal case but no details are given other than mentioning that’s what it is.
Pairings – gen fic but they are discussing Lucifer/Malcolm Bright hooking up.
Summary – Gil wanted to be sure Malcolm was doing okay after dealing with a serial killing cannibal only to find him taking the suave, handsome police consultant from L.A. home for the night. Deciding he was in dire need of some bourbon, Gil ducks into the neighborhood bar only to find Chloe has been wrangling her consultant too and she pulled up short for the same reason he did.
On AO3 here. or you can read it here under the cut
Gil sat at the bar on Bright’s block, shocked to see someone he knew coming through the door. He hadn’t planned to be in this bar. He’d parked his car, intending to pay Bright a visit after their case. Cannibals was a lot to handle but of course Bright had seemed ridiculously fascinated by the idea: Him, Edrisa and the consultant from L.A. who had come east with his detective, a detective who had just entered the bar.
Gil waved, confident he’d be seen as the bar was relatively empty at this late hour. “Detective Decker.”
She glanced over sharply, her pony tail swinging. Seeing him, she smiled slightly and walked over. “Lieutenant Arroyo, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She sat next to him. The only other patrons seated directly at the bar were a foursome at the other end of it. The rest of the patrons were scattered at the tables dotting the floor.
“Call me Gil. We’re off duty. Actually, I had come here to check on Bright. He lives on this block.”
“Ah…that explains it.” A strange expression crossed her face, one he couldn’t quite read almost as if she wasn’t Bright’s biggest fan but he couldn’t recall anything contentious happening on the case.
“Can I get you a drink Detective Decker?” He waved for the bartender. He could use another shot himself.
“I could use a beer, but I can get my own. And it’s Chloe.”
They put in their orders and Gil asked, “You followed your consultant, didn’t you?” Gil knew she had to because her consultant, a very well dressed, handsome man going by the name Lucifer Morningstar, had walked into Bright’s loft with him. Lucifer was why Gil was where he was. Gil had noticed both Lucifer and Bright seemed more than a little drunk as they staggered into the loft just before Gil had gotten to the door. He had walked away. He knew Malcolm. He knew he had a bad habit of taking home people he barely knew if he thought he could get a little closeness and what did he call it? An oxytocin high? High risk sex with near strangers was something Bright was no stranger to.
Chloe shrugged. “Sometimes there is a need to wrangle Lucifer. I saw him go into a building with your consultant. I thought about barging in but I know that look.”
Gil nodded. “I saw it.”
“So, you were wrangling your consultant too.” Chloe sipped her beer, studying him carefully as if she wondered if Bright and Lucifer together should concern him.
Gil knew a worried detective when he saw one. What did Chloe know about Bright? Should he put her mind at ease. Should he be worrying about Lucifer? “Not exactly. Have you looked into Bright’s history? I know I haven’t had time to look into Lucifer’s other than he seems to believe he truly is the devil.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t but I heard a few detectives in your precinct muttering that he is the son of serial killer.” Chloe shot him a look over her beer. “That can’t be true, can it?”
Gil didn’t like talking out of school normally but it was easy enough to find out, especially since some of his detectives were gossiping. He decided Chloe deserved the truth since her partner had disappeared into Malcolm’s loft and she might be worried. “His father is Martin Whitly, The Surgeon. He killed twenty-three people that we know of, doing medical experiments on them including a series of four where he tried to find the most painful way to die.” Gil grimaced. In his darker moments, he wished someone had taken that method and used it on Martin. “When Malcolm was ten, he turned his father in. I was still in uniform then and I took the call. Whitly almost made me the twenty-fourth but Malcolm warned me to draw my gun.”
Chloe slapped her palm against the bar and the couple at the end of the bar turned to look at her back. “Really?”
“I don’t know why I believed him but I did. I captured a serial killer and it made my career. In the meantime, a shattered little boy was left in The Surgeon’s wake. I helped his mother pick up the pieces.” Gil smiled softly, thinking back on the sweet boy who had turned to him to help with every fresh hurt. Of course, even now Malcolm still turned to him. He pictured his own hurt after Malcolm blamed him for dragging him back into Martin’s orbit one day – and Gil had to admit there was truth to it – and the next day, standing there in his office with his casted hand wanting ‘Dad’ to make sure his tie was straight. Malcolm had seemed so fragile, so that ten year old boy again and Gil’s perpetual reaction was to protect his child.
“Ah. That explains why you followed your consultant. You’re not just a boss.” Chloe shot him a knowing look.
“No, I suppose I’m more of a dad.” Gil paused for a moment then asked what he needed to know most, And you followed yours because he needs a handler. Is he dangerous?”
“I was about to ask you the same.” Chloe glanced over at the bartender as he set a small bowl of bar nuts down between them. She didn’t reach for them. Neither did Gil even though he felt peckish. He never trusted where other people’s fingers might have been before they were in the snack food. An urge to order fried mozzarella sticks hit Gil as the memory of the first time he gave them to Malcolm bubbled up. The boy had been horrified until he tried one. Things Bright would eat included cheese of any kind as it turned out, even if frying it might be chancy with his gut.
“Bright is dedicated to finding more non-violent ways of dealing with criminals. He is not his father,” Gil said strongly. He shot back his whiskey. He tired of always feeling defensive about Malcolm even though Chloe’s question wasn’t nearly as harsh as many.
She spread her hands and then shrugged. “Lucifer is strange but he’s mostly harmless.”
Gil could almost hear her adding ‘I think’ to that but he said nothing. If Lucifer was a true danger, he wouldn’t be a police consultant and she wouldn’t have dragged him across the country to help catch a serial killing cannibal.
A strange expression flitted across Chloe’s pretty face. “Though, he does have a very casual approach to sex and a very…persuasive nature,” she couched her words carefully.
Gil shrugged. “Bright knows you two are here just for a few days and are headed back to Los Angeles. I doubt he’s expecting much more of tonight than some good sex. I wouldn’t worry much about broken hearts.”
Chloe snorted. “Sorry, that’s not what…I was laughing at the fact that Lucifer might have met his match in daddy issues.”
“He has them too?”
“He will tell anyone who’ll listen he’s really Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of hell, and his daddy is God and you want to talk daddy issue? Lucifer’s got them no matter how he stitches a fiction around them.” She finished her beer but didn’t order another. Smart idea since they both still had to get home.
“And Bright’s issues run deep. It’s probably what got them started talking once they moved off the whole killer cannibal thing. Of course, I’m shocked Edrisa didn’t firmly attach herself to both of them. It was a topic she is fascinated by. The cannibals I mean, not the daddy issues.”
She chuckled. “Ella, our forensic expert, would probably have been all over that conversation too.”
“I’m sure it’s part of the job.”
“No doubt. She’d have hugged the stuffing out of Bright, had this case been happening in L.A. especially if she heard his story.” Chloe pulled a long face. “Ella is a hugger.”
“So is Edrisa.” Gil grinned a bit. “Get the idea we’re both running the same circus?”
Chloe wagged her head as she rolled her eyes. “Just tell me you don’t have to work with your ex who is another detective and he absolutely hates your consultant.”
A momentary pang hit Gil and he twisted the gold band on his finger. “Jackie, my wife, died three years ago and she wasn’t a cop.”
A pained expression flashed across Chloe’s face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.”
“It’s okay. I don’t regret thinking about Jackie, not ever. Bright loved her like a second mother.” Gil glanced toward the door as if he could see through it and around the corner to Bright’s loft. “She’d have worried if I told her he’d gone home with someone he barely knew.”
“He’ll be safe with Lucifer,” Chloe reassured him. “He’s become my daughter’s favorite person. Oh! I almost forget. I better text her goodnight.” She pulled out her phone and he gave her space to text her daughter. “There. I miss her so much.”
“I can only imagine. You should be able to go home soon. We caught Sam Hind,” Gil said, thinking he might be on his way home soon himself. He didn’t want to leave Chloe sitting in the bar on her own. It was a safe one as far as that went and she could surely take care of herself. Still, he’d feel uncomfortable leaving a lone woman new in town by herself in a strange bar.
She nodded, a faint smile riding her lips. “I’m already making arrangements to go back to L.A. Lucifer was dragging his heels and now I know why. He found something interesting to do, sharing his daddy issues and ah…other things with Bright.” The smile twisted into something else and Gil wondered if Chloe was a bit jealous. Did she like Lucifer? Well, it was hard not to. He was very charismatic not to mention handsome. Still, it would be a bad idea for a detective to fall for someone delusional enough to think he’s the devil.
Of course, Gil didn’t think Lucifer was the devil or delusional. It was more likely an all-in investment in a persona for his high-end club, Luxe, that Lucifer had talked about. Gil was fairly sure the next time he mentioned vacation to Bright, Malcolm would do something he rarely did: go clubbing. Gil wasn’t sure he liked it. Lucifer, in the brief time Gil had known him, was all about letting go of inhibitions. Something Malcolm could stand to do but on the other hand a few of his inhibitions might be important, like controlling his temper. Gil didn’t need him punching another cop.
“Yes, I have to say I’ve never met anyone quite so invested in his persona as Lucifer is.”
Chloe snorted. “I know. He does not deviate from being a fallen angel. He can almost make you believe it.” A shadow fell over her face and Gil didn’t know what to make of it. What did she know that she wasn’t telling him?
For a wild second, Gil thought maybe Chloe had begun to buy into Lucifer’s inventive backstory. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. A shiver ran up his spine as his brain whispered but what if it’s real? No, he wouldn’t give that thought air. He was Catholic. He believed in hell but the idea that Lucifer could be walking the earth…No, Malcolm deserved better than that. He lived inside of hell half the time. He didn’t need to be upstairs boffing the actual devil. Gil wouldn’t believe that for a second.
“You okay, Gil?”
“Sorry, drifted off.”
“It’s a long day. I should probably head back to the hotel.”
“Want a lift?” Gil offered.
She shook her head. “You have to be exhausted too. I’ll get a cab.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. It was nice talking to you, Gil. I appreciate the company.”
“Same here.”
Gil walked Chloe out and helped her flag down a yellow cab. Once she was on her way, he glanced back up at Bright’s loft. Stay safe, kid, and have a blast, he thought before walking back to his car. Chloe was right it had been a long day and he was exhausted. It was time to go home to his cats and get some sleep.
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Prodigal Son
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blue and red lights
to dream forever
past the blood and bruise
Finding Home ch 14 WIP
Key Witness. ch 12 wip
the darkness hummed
Prospect Theory ch2 wip
Sanctify 🩸 ch 16 wip
Other Fandoms
black humours overflowing MCU - Wanda
Echoes Of The Past Star Wars
Darling T'Pril Star trek
Have two things I wrote
Jean-Luc couldn't contain his smile as Elnor – with a look of pure bliss - tucked into the meal he had prepared with Zhaban and Laris’s help. Cognac shrimp to start, followed by coq au vin from chickens Zhaban kept on the estate - and of course, the Picard family wine - and lastly crepes stuffed with sweet cheese and drizzled with chocolate. Elnor might yet return to Vashti and the Qowat Milat but he insisted on seeing Jean-Luc all the way home.
The least he could do was give the boy the grand tour and dinner. Zhaban and Laris took to Elnor straight away and Elnor explore Chateau Picard with all the enthusiasm of the child Jean-Luc had first met. Later, they retired to his fireplace to relax after a perfect meal with some brandy distilled on the grounds.
Jean-Luc understood now why Will and Deanne were content in their bucolic house. There was peace here even if it lacked adventure. With three Romulans and his dog at his side, Jean-Luc was home.
Title: The Wranglers
Author:
cornerofmadnessPrompt: Gil Arroyo goes into a bar and meets…Chloe Decker!
Fandoms: Prodigal Son, Lucifer (TV)
Word count: 2069
Rating: teen and up
Contents: no real warnings needed, mentions of their serial killer-cannibal case but no details are given other than mentioning that’s what it is.
Pairings – gen fic but they are discussing Lucifer/Malcolm Bright hooking up.
Summary – Gil wanted to be sure Malcolm was doing okay after dealing with a serial killing cannibal only to find him taking the suave, handsome police consultant from L.A. home for the night. Deciding he was in dire need of some bourbon, Gil ducks into the neighborhood bar only to find Chloe has been wrangling her consultant too and she pulled up short for the same reason he did.
On AO3 here. or you can read it here under the cut
Gil sat at the bar on Bright’s block, shocked to see someone he knew coming through the door. He hadn’t planned to be in this bar. He’d parked his car, intending to pay Bright a visit after their case. Cannibals was a lot to handle but of course Bright had seemed ridiculously fascinated by the idea: Him, Edrisa and the consultant from L.A. who had come east with his detective, a detective who had just entered the bar.
Gil waved, confident he’d be seen as the bar was relatively empty at this late hour. “Detective Decker.”
She glanced over sharply, her pony tail swinging. Seeing him, she smiled slightly and walked over. “Lieutenant Arroyo, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She sat next to him. The only other patrons seated directly at the bar were a foursome at the other end of it. The rest of the patrons were scattered at the tables dotting the floor.
“Call me Gil. We’re off duty. Actually, I had come here to check on Bright. He lives on this block.”
“Ah…that explains it.” A strange expression crossed her face, one he couldn’t quite read almost as if she wasn’t Bright’s biggest fan but he couldn’t recall anything contentious happening on the case.
“Can I get you a drink Detective Decker?” He waved for the bartender. He could use another shot himself.
“I could use a beer, but I can get my own. And it’s Chloe.”
They put in their orders and Gil asked, “You followed your consultant, didn’t you?” Gil knew she had to because her consultant, a very well dressed, handsome man going by the name Lucifer Morningstar, had walked into Bright’s loft with him. Lucifer was why Gil was where he was. Gil had noticed both Lucifer and Bright seemed more than a little drunk as they staggered into the loft just before Gil had gotten to the door. He had walked away. He knew Malcolm. He knew he had a bad habit of taking home people he barely knew if he thought he could get a little closeness and what did he call it? An oxytocin high? High risk sex with near strangers was something Bright was no stranger to.
Chloe shrugged. “Sometimes there is a need to wrangle Lucifer. I saw him go into a building with your consultant. I thought about barging in but I know that look.”
Gil nodded. “I saw it.”
“So, you were wrangling your consultant too.” Chloe sipped her beer, studying him carefully as if she wondered if Bright and Lucifer together should concern him.
Gil knew a worried detective when he saw one. What did Chloe know about Bright? Should he put her mind at ease. Should he be worrying about Lucifer? “Not exactly. Have you looked into Bright’s history? I know I haven’t had time to look into Lucifer’s other than he seems to believe he truly is the devil.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t but I heard a few detectives in your precinct muttering that he is the son of serial killer.” Chloe shot him a look over her beer. “That can’t be true, can it?”
Gil didn’t like talking out of school normally but it was easy enough to find out, especially since some of his detectives were gossiping. He decided Chloe deserved the truth since her partner had disappeared into Malcolm’s loft and she might be worried. “His father is Martin Whitly, The Surgeon. He killed twenty-three people that we know of, doing medical experiments on them including a series of four where he tried to find the most painful way to die.” Gil grimaced. In his darker moments, he wished someone had taken that method and used it on Martin. “When Malcolm was ten, he turned his father in. I was still in uniform then and I took the call. Whitly almost made me the twenty-fourth but Malcolm warned me to draw my gun.”
Chloe slapped her palm against the bar and the couple at the end of the bar turned to look at her back. “Really?”
“I don’t know why I believed him but I did. I captured a serial killer and it made my career. In the meantime, a shattered little boy was left in The Surgeon’s wake. I helped his mother pick up the pieces.” Gil smiled softly, thinking back on the sweet boy who had turned to him to help with every fresh hurt. Of course, even now Malcolm still turned to him. He pictured his own hurt after Malcolm blamed him for dragging him back into Martin’s orbit one day – and Gil had to admit there was truth to it – and the next day, standing there in his office with his casted hand wanting ‘Dad’ to make sure his tie was straight. Malcolm had seemed so fragile, so that ten year old boy again and Gil’s perpetual reaction was to protect his child.
“Ah. That explains why you followed your consultant. You’re not just a boss.” Chloe shot him a knowing look.
“No, I suppose I’m more of a dad.” Gil paused for a moment then asked what he needed to know most, And you followed yours because he needs a handler. Is he dangerous?”
“I was about to ask you the same.” Chloe glanced over at the bartender as he set a small bowl of bar nuts down between them. She didn’t reach for them. Neither did Gil even though he felt peckish. He never trusted where other people’s fingers might have been before they were in the snack food. An urge to order fried mozzarella sticks hit Gil as the memory of the first time he gave them to Malcolm bubbled up. The boy had been horrified until he tried one. Things Bright would eat included cheese of any kind as it turned out, even if frying it might be chancy with his gut.
“Bright is dedicated to finding more non-violent ways of dealing with criminals. He is not his father,” Gil said strongly. He shot back his whiskey. He tired of always feeling defensive about Malcolm even though Chloe’s question wasn’t nearly as harsh as many.
She spread her hands and then shrugged. “Lucifer is strange but he’s mostly harmless.”
Gil could almost hear her adding ‘I think’ to that but he said nothing. If Lucifer was a true danger, he wouldn’t be a police consultant and she wouldn’t have dragged him across the country to help catch a serial killing cannibal.
A strange expression flitted across Chloe’s pretty face. “Though, he does have a very casual approach to sex and a very…persuasive nature,” she couched her words carefully.
Gil shrugged. “Bright knows you two are here just for a few days and are headed back to Los Angeles. I doubt he’s expecting much more of tonight than some good sex. I wouldn’t worry much about broken hearts.”
Chloe snorted. “Sorry, that’s not what…I was laughing at the fact that Lucifer might have met his match in daddy issues.”
“He has them too?”
“He will tell anyone who’ll listen he’s really Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of hell, and his daddy is God and you want to talk daddy issue? Lucifer’s got them no matter how he stitches a fiction around them.” She finished her beer but didn’t order another. Smart idea since they both still had to get home.
“And Bright’s issues run deep. It’s probably what got them started talking once they moved off the whole killer cannibal thing. Of course, I’m shocked Edrisa didn’t firmly attach herself to both of them. It was a topic she is fascinated by. The cannibals I mean, not the daddy issues.”
She chuckled. “Ella, our forensic expert, would probably have been all over that conversation too.”
“I’m sure it’s part of the job.”
“No doubt. She’d have hugged the stuffing out of Bright, had this case been happening in L.A. especially if she heard his story.” Chloe pulled a long face. “Ella is a hugger.”
“So is Edrisa.” Gil grinned a bit. “Get the idea we’re both running the same circus?”
Chloe wagged her head as she rolled her eyes. “Just tell me you don’t have to work with your ex who is another detective and he absolutely hates your consultant.”
A momentary pang hit Gil and he twisted the gold band on his finger. “Jackie, my wife, died three years ago and she wasn’t a cop.”
A pained expression flashed across Chloe’s face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.”
“It’s okay. I don’t regret thinking about Jackie, not ever. Bright loved her like a second mother.” Gil glanced toward the door as if he could see through it and around the corner to Bright’s loft. “She’d have worried if I told her he’d gone home with someone he barely knew.”
“He’ll be safe with Lucifer,” Chloe reassured him. “He’s become my daughter’s favorite person. Oh! I almost forget. I better text her goodnight.” She pulled out her phone and he gave her space to text her daughter. “There. I miss her so much.”
“I can only imagine. You should be able to go home soon. We caught Sam Hind,” Gil said, thinking he might be on his way home soon himself. He didn’t want to leave Chloe sitting in the bar on her own. It was a safe one as far as that went and she could surely take care of herself. Still, he’d feel uncomfortable leaving a lone woman new in town by herself in a strange bar.
She nodded, a faint smile riding her lips. “I’m already making arrangements to go back to L.A. Lucifer was dragging his heels and now I know why. He found something interesting to do, sharing his daddy issues and ah…other things with Bright.” The smile twisted into something else and Gil wondered if Chloe was a bit jealous. Did she like Lucifer? Well, it was hard not to. He was very charismatic not to mention handsome. Still, it would be a bad idea for a detective to fall for someone delusional enough to think he’s the devil.
Of course, Gil didn’t think Lucifer was the devil or delusional. It was more likely an all-in investment in a persona for his high-end club, Luxe, that Lucifer had talked about. Gil was fairly sure the next time he mentioned vacation to Bright, Malcolm would do something he rarely did: go clubbing. Gil wasn’t sure he liked it. Lucifer, in the brief time Gil had known him, was all about letting go of inhibitions. Something Malcolm could stand to do but on the other hand a few of his inhibitions might be important, like controlling his temper. Gil didn’t need him punching another cop.
“Yes, I have to say I’ve never met anyone quite so invested in his persona as Lucifer is.”
Chloe snorted. “I know. He does not deviate from being a fallen angel. He can almost make you believe it.” A shadow fell over her face and Gil didn’t know what to make of it. What did she know that she wasn’t telling him?
For a wild second, Gil thought maybe Chloe had begun to buy into Lucifer’s inventive backstory. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. A shiver ran up his spine as his brain whispered but what if it’s real? No, he wouldn’t give that thought air. He was Catholic. He believed in hell but the idea that Lucifer could be walking the earth…No, Malcolm deserved better than that. He lived inside of hell half the time. He didn’t need to be upstairs boffing the actual devil. Gil wouldn’t believe that for a second.
“You okay, Gil?”
“Sorry, drifted off.”
“It’s a long day. I should probably head back to the hotel.”
“Want a lift?” Gil offered.
She shook her head. “You have to be exhausted too. I’ll get a cab.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. It was nice talking to you, Gil. I appreciate the company.”
“Same here.”
Gil walked Chloe out and helped her flag down a yellow cab. Once she was on her way, he glanced back up at Bright’s loft. Stay safe, kid, and have a blast, he thought before walking back to his car. Chloe was right it had been a long day and he was exhausted. It was time to go home to his cats and get some sleep.
Have fan recs
Prodigal Son
kick up the dust
blue and red lights
to dream forever
past the blood and bruise
Finding Home ch 14 WIP
Key Witness. ch 12 wip
the darkness hummed
Prospect Theory ch2 wip
Sanctify 🩸 ch 16 wip
Other Fandoms
black humours overflowing MCU - Wanda
Echoes Of The Past Star Wars
Darling T'Pril Star trek
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