#martingerry

[lycanlovingvampyre]

I actually already posted this 10 days ago but tumblr filtered it out of the tags and has been no help whatsoever so far SOOOOO... repost! (Also I did a couple of changes.) My fanart for @starfleetrambo ‘s glorious slutty Martin era! I love all your stuff, thank you for conjuring RQ to pick up TMA again XD Gerry is one of my favorite characters, so he immediately came to mind when thinking about this as well as that wonderful chemistry he had with Jon in MAG 111!

[pitviperofdoom]

If u write Jongerrymartim I will love u forever

Then you'll be happy to know that I already have!

It's a mildly Orpheus-flavored fairy tale starring Tim, in which he repeatedly enters a magical dream to rescue the people he loves.

[gerryslighters]

Guys, i have the ultimate Gerry keay faceclaim: Ethan Torchio, the drummer of måneskin

[everchased]

i like the way u think anon. need some... cozy

[radiosandrecordings]

@iceeckos12 opened my eyes to pre-canon martingerry so. Take this. If Martin gets as protective as he does over Jon in canon, then it reasons he’d act the same even for a different boyfriend, right? 

Jon doesn’t even look up as he’s speaking to him, still flicking through the file in his hands. “Martin I’m going to need some follow ups on the Swaine case, number 0132806. Tim is looking into the associated Leitner, but I’m going to need some research into,” he squints at the page, trying to parse his own handwriting, “Gerard and Mary Keay.” 

Martin drops his cup, sending scattered shards across the floor. 

“Oh good lord!” Jon takes two steps back to avoid the liquid spilling across the hardwood “Martin, be more careful.” 

Martin doesn’t hear him. It takes him seconds, feels like minutes, hours, days, but he finally manages to choke out a response. It is quiet, and severe, more severe than Jon has ever heard him. “He’s in here?” 

“What? Who is here,” Jon responds, twist round to check behind him, as if Martin were referring to a physical presence. 

“Gerry,” and the graveness breaks, Martin’s voice cracking on the single syllable. He takes three steps forward, cheap porcelain cracking under heel. He grabs a fistful of Jon’s cardigan in one hand, gripping him by the shoulder, and Jon is suddenly reminded that Martin is by no means a small man. “When was this statement made?” he asks, taking the file from Jon in his other hand, and cursing under his breath when he reads the date. 

He lets go of the handful of fabric, and takes the statement. Jon is too taken aback, and lets it be lift easily from his grip. When he finally shakes himself to his senses, he opens his mouth in protest. “Martin, what the hell was that?” his hands flit about, but he doesn’t attempt to take the statement back, knowing he’d lose that fight. Besides, whatever was wrong with Martin, it had clearly unsettled him deeply. 

“Has he been in any others?” Martin says, declining to answer. He keeps flipping through the sheaf, despite there only being a handful of pages, getting to the end and starting back at the beginning, like he’ll find something different if he tries again. 

“What? No, not that I know of, not as far as I’ve seen yet, at least. Martin what is going on? Do you know that man? Because if so, I have some concerns, that statement does not paint him in a very flattering light-” 

“Oh you don’t get to talk about him like that,” and it is slowly dawning on Jon that this might be Martin, furious. It’s buried under layers, like it’s something he’s trying to hide, but the look in his eye and the set of his jaw tells Jon that this is a man who he should not try and cross. But Martin was... Martin was Martin. He wore soft jumpers and brought him tea and hummed while he worked. Who the hell was this Gerard guy, and what about him made Martin turn into this?

“I- I’m sorry, Martin, but please, explain for me? I have no idea who this man is, he shows up in the statement, any information you have on him would be incredibly beneficial.” 

“Beneficial?” Martin spits the word like it’s an insult. “Jon, has it ever occurred to you just once in your life that some things are bigger than your project of the week?” 

That one stings. It feels remarkably similar, too similar, to something Georgie had once said. It creates a lump in his throat.

“That sometimes other people are people, Jon. They’re not just statements to be seen to, details to be researched and verified and catalogued and stored away on a bloody archive shelf. You put up this veneer of academia and suddenly people aren’t people anymore. Yes, I bloody well know Gerard Keay.” He seemed to be running out of steam, chest rising and falling quickly with tense, laboured breathing. “I knew him- I knew him really well-” 

Anger seemed to be winding down to sadness, and Jon could feel his face fall from a look of shock at the outburst to a concerned frown. “Martin I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” 

“He was my boyfriend, Jon.” The words come out as a sigh, whatever temper was driving Martin’s impassioned speech well and truly faded, slipping out like a sigh.

“Oh,” is all Jon can compose in response. 

Jon may not be the best at consoling emotions. He may not even be mediocre at it. But it was clear that, considering Martin’s reaction and the context of the statement, he had taken a step too far, and would now have to go about fixing it. 

“I see. Martin would you like to... Would you like to get tea with me?” 

“What?” 

“It’s just... This clearly is... Means a lot, to you. So I am offering to make you some tea and we can... Talk, about it, if you wish. Nothing on the record. Not for a statement. Just you, and I, and whatever it is you wish to say to me. Because it seems like that might be a lot. We don’t even have to talk about Gerard, if you don’t want. But if you do... Either way, I am willing to listen.” 

Martin pauses, jaw slack, and Jon wouldn’t want to assume, but he seems slightly stunned. 

He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, before responding. “... No tape recorders.” 

“I- Yes, Martin. No tape recorders.” 

Martin let out a breath. “Right. Okay. That’s- That would be nice. Thank you, Jon.” 

‘Your welcome’ seemed a little inappropriate, Jon thought, so he settled on, “Good.” He looked down, and flicked some liquid off his shoe. “Shall we get this cleaned up first?” 

[jackkdaniels]

sorry for the format I’m on mobile but here’s a link to chapter 2 of my cafe au. featuring ghost!Gerry being ghosty

Martin had just about convinced himself Tim was joking about the mall being haunted when a ghost walked up to the counter.

He knew it was a ghost because the man was see-through. He was also glowing slightly. Maybe he was a hologram but Martin was reasonably sure that technology didn’t exist yet.

Also when he blurt out “Are you a ghost” before he could stop himself, the ghost had replied “Yeah” in a very matter-of-fact voice.

Perhaps this was the Hot Topic ghost Tim had mentioned. He certainly looked like he shopped at Hot Topic, between the long, dyed-black hair and the black mesh shirt and the black tripp pants and the black nail polish and the black eye tattoos. Not that Martin was judging! As far as he was concerned, alternative fashion was the best kind. He himself currently sported lavender nail polish.

“Are you the Hot Topic ghost?” If impulsive questions were going to be Martin’s first impression anyway, might as well go all in. Blame it on being caught off-guard; he’d never met a ghost before. Ten seconds ago he didn’t believe they existed.

The ghost crinkled his nose at that. “Is that what people call me?”

[iamthehelperdog]

If you are doing the emoji challenge could you do Mahtin in C2 and Gerry in E3? Martin said something cheeky. (Or a Jon in D7? He watched that video of the kitten hanging of the bed and his lil feets are tryin to get a grip! Just help him!)

What did he say 😳

(still taking expression requests!)

[gerrydeservedbetter]

Jon/Gerry/Martin - Very short drabble collection (Part 1)

(Rated T, though rarely reaches that height. 

Asexual!Jon is respected by his boyfriends as such!)

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Awakening (GM)

It was the first press of the kiss to Martin's lips that made him realize it wouldn't be hard to love Gerard. There was a surprising tenderness to the man.

Resist (JGM)

Jon wanted to work but couldn't find it in himself to wriggle out from between his boyfriends. If it would certainly wake at least one of them up, how could he?

Brave soul (GM)

Gerry's dark hair framed his pale face in the dim light of their kitchen, eyelashes damp, teeth worrying at his lip piercings. It was all Martin could do to focus on the reassurances coming from those soft lips.

Corruption (GM)

Martin is good at kissing. On the lips, of course, he's focused and gentle. On necks, he's teeth and hot tongue, marking and grumbling. On wrists, he's worshipful and... possessive.

Recovery (JGM)

All three of them had their issues, Jon and his new blindness, aching for what he could no longer obtain. Martin the cool, creeping fog that liked to wrap itself around his heart. And Gerry. Gerry had a lifetime of supernatural trauma and more knives in his back than he could hope to count. But they were there, weren't they? Getting through it all together.

Lonely (JGM)

It seemed that all at once, he had more love and warmth than he knew what to do with. It terrified him and he was always hungry for more.

Resolving disputes (JGM)

Martin was never big on video games, but something in him unwound a bit at the sight of his Jon and his Gerry, tangled on the couch as they played MarioKart.

Professional (JGM)

Gerry sat alone in their shared flat, lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with mild irritation. He knew better than to want to work at the Institute again, but... Martin and Jon were allowed to spend every day together, while he was stuck here. Alone.

Band together (JGM)

Board games were a bit of a sore spot after the first 'family game night' they had tried when they first started dating. Ganging up on the AI while playing online Monopoly though? That was always fun.

Strategy (JGM)

It hadn't taken them long to discover that surrounded by soft heat, Jon was quick to fall asleep and tended to stay that way. His insomnia didn't stand a chance against two people who loved him so dearly.

Prowess (JGM)

It was the first time Gerry had been really, properly kissed. He couldn't help but grin as he felt Martin's entire body press him against the door. He felt a rush of something he couldn't quite name as teeth gently nipped his bottom lip.