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multifandomfanfiction · 3 months

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I'm Gonna Show You Crazy Part 2

TITLE: I’m Gonna Show You Crazy Part 2 PAIRING: [Malcom/Cassie Lector (OC)] RATING: T CHAPTER: 2/? SUMMARY: Malcom and Cassie have their date and it doesn't go that well.

[A/N - So this a sort-of sequel/continuation of "I'm Gonna Show You Crazy" that I wrote back in 2019. I had a whole series of fics I was gonna write, but of course I never wrote them down so I have no idea where I was going with it. So now we're gonna do something different with the same ending I was planning.]

For their date, Malcom came down to Baltimore. That had at least earned him some brownie points from Hannibal since he was apprehensive of letting Cassie travel all the way to New York City without him or Will.

Sometimes Hannibal’s over-protectiveness bothered Cassie, but she understood. She knew that she reminded him of his little sister Mischa, so naturally he worried about her.

Well that and he was a serial killer, so he knew what kind of things could happen to her. Even though he knew Cassie could fend for herself if needed.

Like she told Dr. Whitly, there had been some…unfortunately accidents. Accidents that Hannibal helped her cover up of course.

It wasn’t like she’d meant to murder people. She blacked out and it had just…happened. Even though she had taken people’s lives, she didn’t crave the blood and violence like she knew Hannibal did.

But every time she did, Hannibal would look at her with such pride. As if she was following in the family footsteps.

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Malcom and Cassie met at a coffee shop (of Hannibal’s choosing) not far from the house.

She knew Hannibal would be watching, so she made sure to pick a seat where Malcom couldn’t possibly spot him.

Malcom came in wearing a denim button-up shirt, scarf, peacoat, and dark wash jeans. Cassie couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

She met him at the counter.

“Cassie, good to see you again.”

Cassie laughed. “There’s no need to be so formal, Malcom.”

Malcom smiled and looked down bashfully. “I’m sorry. Growing up…well you’ve met my father.”

“Yeah. Seems a little OCD and wanting things to be just so. Hannibal is like that about some things.” His murders.

They stepped up to the counter and ordered their drinks.

“Do you have any other siblings?” Malcom asked.

Cassie shook her head. “It’s always just been Hannibal and I. What about you?”

“I have a sister, Ainsley. She’s a journalist.”

“Ah.”

They picked up their drinks sat down in some chairs by the window.

“So I did some research into your cousin,” Malcom said.

That statement made Cassie stop drinking her coffee. She should have felt offended by him snooping, but she had done the same thing. She knew what Dr. Whitly was accused of doing.

“He’s my brother. Not my cousin. We may be cousins by blood, but he is first and foremost my brother. I know my brother’s past and it was unfortunate what happened to him and his family. I don’t ask him about what happened and we don’t discuss it. It was a deeply traumatic experience, but he’s grown and moved past it. I’d appreciate if you didn’t bring it up again.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”

“Just…please don’t talk about it around Hannibal.”

That was a sure-fire way to get himself killed, which would in turn motivate Martin to retaliate and Cassie wasn’t interested in getting in the middle of two psychopaths.

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

Cassie smiled and told Malcom of how she had been accepted into art school right out of high school.

“Your brother must be very attached to you to follow you across the country.”

Cassie narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not sure what you’re implying Mr. Bright.”

“He clearly needs you close to him which implies that there’s a level of unhealthy obsession.”

Cassie wanted to snap at Malcom, but she knew why Hannibal wanted her close to him. She was reminded of her first meeting with Will.

There have been many famous Cassandra’s in history, but none as famous as the daughter of Troy,” Hannibal said.

“Of Greek mythology?” Will asked.

“ She was admired by the God Apollo, however she refused his advances so he cursed her. Her prophecies would no longer be believed. She was written off as insane and a liar.”

“I think this meeting is over,” Cassie said. She stood up and stormed out of the coffee shop.

“Cassie! Wait!” Malcom called after her.

Cassie was heading for the alleyway where she knew Hannibal’s car was parked.

Malcom grabbed her arm as she stepped into the crosswalk.

“Let go of me! I’m not going to just sit and listen to you insult the only person who’s ever truly loved me!” Cassie yelled.

“Please. Just come back inside,” Malcom begged her.

“No!”

It happened so fast.

One moment they were arguing in the street, the next she was on her back with Malcom on top of her.

There was the loud honking of a car and the screeching of tires.

Malcom’s bright blue eyes stared into her dark ones. The adrenaline rushing through her body gave Cassie the bravery to do something.

She grabbed the back of Malcom’s neck and kissed him.

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chrism02 · 1 year

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So, I noticed we're both on a Gwendoline Christie and Alfred Molina kick (which is weird that personal tastes run so alike!). Do you have any other actors you simp hard for? Asking for a friend who wants to expand her obsession towards other characters.

Weird? Nah. A happy occurrence. You should have seen me when I discovered that I and @omgbrainstorming like some of the same characters. Or how happy I was when I saw that you liked Molina as well. 😊

Well, for actors:

Mark Sheppard - as Crowley (SPN), James Sterling (Leverage)

2. Michael Sheen - as Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aro Volturi (Twilight), Martin Whitly (Martin Whitly)

3. Anthony Hopkins - as Hannibal, Stevens (The Remains of the Day), Frank Doel (84 Charing Cross Road)

4. Lana Parrilla - as Regina Mills (OuaT), Rita Castillo (Why Women Kill)

5. James Spader - as Raymond Reddington (Blacklist), Alan Shore (Boston Legal)

For characters, I was tagged in a fandom tag game once, so I'll put that:

The Librarians: Jenkins

Harry Potter: Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy

The Devil Wears Prada: Miranda Priestly

GoT/asoiaf: Tyrion Lannister and Brienne of Tarth (obviously 😁)

BBC Sherlock: Mycroft Holmes

Agatha Christie’s Poirot: Hercule Poirot

Hellsing: The Major, Walter C. Dornez

Avatar: Dr. Grace Augustine

Daredevil (TV series): Franklin “Foggy” Nelson and Wilson Fisk

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hector Barbossa and Cutler Beckett

The Sandman (2022): Lucifer Morningstar (does it come as a surprise? 😁)

I'm sure there are others I can't recall just now. 😅 And you know I like Jafar from the animated movie since your fics are the ones I read repeatedly. 😊

#ask #thank you for the message!

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prodigal-howlter · 6 months

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Title: Candy Boy Ship: Dani/Gil/Malcolm Rating: M Contains: long-term Pavlovian training, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Dom/Sub undertones, Fluff, No Smut, Malcolm Bright Gets a Hug, Malcolm Bright has a candy addiction Initial prompt: Twizzler chat in Pson Discord chat Words: 3380 Summary: It had been a secret. Gil insisted it was in their best interests. Only he, Malcolm, Dani, JT, and HR knew. Anyone else had been an accident. Their relationship was custom-designed just for them. (But when you're dating someone as chaotic as Malcolm Bright, you had to roll with the punches.) About four months in, they discovered how to hack Malcolm Bright's brain.

Read it below or on ao3

Well... hello Prodigal Son fandom!

This fic was encouraged from the prompt of Gil and Dani giving him Twizzler Nibs as rewards for being smart. Shout out to the Prodigal Son Trash Discord for encouraging this and for welcoming me with open arms and so much kindness and for hyping up all my silly little headcannons! I think I'm really going to enjoy my stay here.

Also, this is Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own!

It had been an accident, really.

Malcolm had gone to see his father and the two were left pottering around the loft waiting for his return. And when he finally arrived, they were met with a shattered version of their partner. Sunshine tweets distressedly, hopping in her cage.

It looked as if he had been crying, and they rushed to greet him in the doorway. "Woah, woah woah!" Gil shouts, rushing over to allow Malcolm to collapse into his arms. The man's hand grips his cable-knit sweater and his breaths come out raggedy as the duo looks at him with fear in their eyes.

what had happened at Claremont?

"Bright? Bright, honey, what happened? Can you tell us what happened?" Dani tries, gently touching his trembling hand. "Did everything go okay?" She knew it was a ridiculous question, but even having him admonish her would be more than what he was giving them.

"Dani, will you grab some licorice and sparkling water from the kitchen? I'm going to try grounding him out." Gil holds the boy tightly, murmuring in his ear. "You're okay, we've got you... You're safe here. We won't let anything happen to you. You're safe." He presses gentle kisses against Malcolm's jaw, waiting for Dani to return.

When she does, Gil releases Malcolm to sit back. "Alright, this is how we are going to do this. I need you to look at me." his head lolls to the side, gaze far off and dissociated. "Bright!" he barks, snapping his fingers. The tone slips into the same one he uses during their darker scenes and by some unknown miracle, that's what grabs Malcolm's attention.

He shakes his head, blinking rapidly, "Wh--?"

"Good!" Gil praises, "Welcome back." He offers the younger man a licorice rope, and opens the water for him, "You were gone completely."

"What were you seeing?" Dani asks, hand resting on his ankle as he devours the candy, "It's okay if you can't say right now, just please let us know what we're workin' with."

He chews the last of the rope and sips the water before speaking, "Uh... It's just... My-- Um... Doctor Whitly told me some distressing new facts about my past nothing major."

Dani nods, handing him another rope, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Promise not to scream?"

"Of course not, Malcolm. We've got you. What's wrong?" Gil prods.

"He... he gave me more information about that night with Walker and Dr. Whitly at the cabin... And I... I just..." He drops his head back, eyes falling shut. "I can't go back there, guys."

"And you don't have to. You did a good job, Bright." Dani praises, giving him a third piece of licorice.

As the third piece enters his mouth, Gil notices the change. Malcolm's pupils are dilating and his gaze flickers between the two of them, waiting for their prompts. His body goes boneless and every part of him wonders how he's gone this long without being told what to do.

"It's late." Dani suggests, "Why don't we get you tucked into bed?" Malcolm nods, rising on shaky legs as she leads him towards the bed. He sits on the bed, watching as Dani removes his shoes.

"Arms, kid." Gil reaches over, cuffing him in, and laying next to him. "You're safe. Would you like us to lie down here with you for a bit?" He nods, raising his arms to make room for his partners on either side of the bed.

And that's where it all started.

-----

The next time they try the candy method, it's a few weeks later.

The team is working on a case that has them all stumped. It's one of those brain twisters where the killer covered all her tracks.

"Brittany Hyde is a con artist." Malcolm begins, pointing at the victim's body on the board, "Has her tiny little world on a controlled string and knows what each person thought of her. Experienced. She knows that she isn't good enough to get away with murder, but she is good enough to hide how she works. The binder JT found at the scene was like a bible of her lies. She used it to take notes of what each person had been told so no one got crossed, and as we saw from the sharp cut lines in the paper, something had crossed. She cut it out, like our first vic. But that can't be all it's for..." Malcolm stares at the team, a crazed look in his eye. Gil knows he's on to something.

"What do you see?" Gil asks, causing Dani and JT to lean in.

"She isn't a perfectionist, she is obsessive! Every single part of the murder was planned. Fixed. She only took what she needed to and used it against the victim. Every part of this was calculated based on how she lied. That's why she took the parts she did! We know her knifework was precise, calculated... Wait, What did you guys say was on the counter at her apartment?"

"Grooves? I thought we deemed them irrelevant." JT shrugs, "What do they have to do with the suspect?"

"If you look closer," he places a photo of the counter on the table, "the digs were always in threes. She seems to cut into the butcherblock once, inches over and then cuts deeper, and repeats the process a third time creating this texture that looks like fish gills. The same marks were on the victim and those digs were also evenly spaced, and she used the same knife. This knife was also the only one with a different handle. Dani! If you noticed at our meeting with her the other day, she also only cut her fruits and foods with the same knife. She favors the same utensil... she--"

"She showed you the weapon." Gil finishes for him, hand falling onto the table with a thud, "Well I'll be damned. Dani, you and Bright stay there, and JT and I will go check Hyde's house for the knife." He rattles his keys, nodding at his partners. "We'll be back shortly. Good find, Bright." He runs his hand over Malcolm's after JT has left. He nods at Dani and walks out.

"What was that?" Malcolm asks, finger raised in her direction.

"What was what?" She replies, arms crossed over her chest.

"That exchange. You two are planning something."

"If you give me a second, I'll give it to you." She smiles, digging a sweet out of her pocket. He tilts his head and furrows his brow. She opens her palm, the tiny piece of candy sitting in the center.

"What's that?" He points apprehensively.

"Just take it. It's a Twizzler."

He follows her direction and takes it, popping it in his mouth. He bounces on his heels, glancing into the bullpen. When he confirms no one is looking, he pecks her lips quickly.

"Thank you. Not that I understand why you have candy in your pocket." He shrugs, "Doesn't matter, I needed it. Can I... have more?"

"No. I have to get back to work." She walks past him and returns to her desk to work on a different case. He sighs and slumps back in his chair, waiting for Gil and JT to return with the next piece of the puzzle.

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The next time he receives one of the pieces is a few days later. At a new crime scene.

"Yknow... I think we should look at the tiles in the bathroom. I'm sure one of them will be loose. There might be a drive behind it. He seems to have hidden his stuff in plain sight. I think the rest of the evidence will be in a lockbox in the bathroom."

"Lockbox?"

"Sure." He grins. "The killer has a key. Look at the bracelet on the vic, she has a lock. The previous one did too." Malcolm bounces on his heels, hands behind his back, a grin fighting at his lips "I think the killer was an owner."

"Calm down, pet" Gil murmurs behind him, voice barely loud enough for him to hear. Malcolm immediately freezes, and instead elects to fidget with his bracelet behind his back. "Good." He drops a Twizzler Nib in his hand, continuing his investigation like nothing happened.

Malcolm's eyes widen when he feels it land, popping the treat in his mouth as Edrisa greets him.

"Bright!" She hops up, boots clacking on the wood floor, "Hi! Did you see--"

"The key in her torso? Yeah! I can't believe how clean the linework is!" He smiles at the ME, chewing the Twizzler in his mouth.

"Wait, what do you mean key?!" Dani interjects, "You said there is a key?"

"Yes! Right..." He reaches his hand down, but stops himself, reaching into his pocket for a glove. "Here." He moves the woman's blouse, revealing a key etched into the side of her breast. "Unfortunately, the murderer didn't leave the actual object but it's clear he traced it. Look at the linework around the cut, it's got a marker stain. They planned their cuts." Malcolm rises, removing his gloves. As soon as he drops them in the bin, Dani drops another piece of candy in his hand.

"Good job."

"Thanks" He blushes, eating the sweet. She smiles subtly and follows him out of the room.

-----

The team is standing over a cadaver the next time he receives a candy.

He'd just revealed to the team how the victim was held, and how there would be another key carving on the body. He'd pointed out the bruising on her thighs and insisted to Gil it would be on her rib. Edrisa grins, and moves the sheet, revealing a perfect keyhole on her left hip.

"You see, it being on her left side is symbolic. It represents closeness, importance. It's clear these women are important to the killer. It matches the other woman from before for the most part, but instead, the grooves on the key are different. Like it's a different-- OH!" He staggers back and then forward again, "It's their ownership keys! Edrisa! Did the third victim have a key?"

"Yes, but hers was smooth with one divot instead of... she wasn't kept." Edrisa's eyes widen alongside Malcolms.

"What are you two talking about?" JT cuts in.

"This woman was kept. See the details on the blade of the key. The cuts and bitting are custom, made specifically for the lock they match. The third vic had a handcuff key. She was just cuffed, not locked. That one was impersonal. This one was personal. The murderer loved the first two women." He nodded, "Yeah, that covers it." Malcolm turns, heading towards the door, followed closely by the rest of the team.

"Good job in there." Gil smiles, passing him two Twizzler nibs.

"Thank you." He blushes, tossing them up and catching them in his mouth.

"You are an absolute dork." Dani laughs and shakes her head at his wink.

JT's brow furrows, "You guys are weird as hell."

-----

Dani and Gil notice their hard work paying off a few months later.

Malcolm was standing before Edrisa, Dani, JT and Gil, rattling on about how performative mermaids have cloth tails vs silicone.

Their current vic was part of New York's largest team of mermaid performers. She'd been drowned, but they couldn't figure out how. That is until Malcolm revealed the weighted beads in the fins of her tail.

When he cuts the seam, the plastic beads spill out onto the table.

"Good Job, Bright." A grin breaks out on his face as his gaze switches between his partners. "Oh, you're right! Sorry..." Gil chuckles, "I almost forgot." Gil digs in his pocket, rattling through the plastic, but frowns when he realizes the bag is empty. "Um... I'm out."

Malcolm's gaze flicks to Dani like an eager puppy. She smirks, sliding her hand into her jacket pocket.

"What is happening?" JT asks, watching the exchange play out in front of him.

"Ah! Here you go!" She smiles and pulls one of the licorice bites out of the bag.

Malcolm hops on the balls of his feet, reaching over the table to take the treat before heading out to the bullpen to his desk. The extra spring in his step doesn't go unnoticed by the three police personnel in the room.

JT raises his eyebrow, "You guys Pavloved your boyfriend?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Gil smirks, walking out of the room.

The man at the table glances at Dani, hoping for an answer. She just shrugs and smiles, following Gil out.

"They're so fucking weird I swear to God." JT murmurs, walking out and shutting off the light.

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Edrisa is the next one to catch them.

She sees Dani drop the candy into Malcolm's hand as she walks behind him, talking to Gil about the suspect their officers had just taken into custody.

"What was that?" Edrisa asks, staring at Gil confusedly.

"What was what?"

"Nothing, never mind." She laughs to herself, going back to the cadaver on the table.

"What was Edrisa asking?" Dani questions, watching Malcolm head back into the bullpen.

Gil shrugs, "Oh, she just wanted to know what we gave Bright."

"Did you tell her?"

"No."

Dani breathes a sigh of relief, pushing her hand into her pocket, "Good, I don't want his profiling brain to catch on."

"He won't! We've boiled the frog slow enough that he expects it now."

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Edrisa catches what it is the next time they do it at a crime scene. She didn't hear what he said to deserve it, but she saw Gil hand a licorice bite to the profiler.

"Oh! You activated Malcolm's hippocampus and amygdala! And then giving him a candy makes him release Dopamine and Serotonin! That's smart. Honestly, I think it's probably one of the more genius responses the brain can do, but if it were me I would probably have elected to use Pavlov's technique. Which, I know is what you think you have done, but instead you've used Skinner's technique. Instead of it being a reply of a bell to make him salivate, he's like Skinner's rat who uses a pedal to release food!" Dani crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, "Oh, right... the body..."

Dani stares at Edrisa, "Did you just call Bright a rat?"

Malcolm turns to Gil, "Should I--"

"Please. Go ahead." He touches a hand to Malcolm's back gently, subtly. "Tell us what you see"

"Gladly." Malcolm begins, "As you can see, the vic was strangled, but the murderer staged it to look as though he was strangled in the sheets." He crouches down next to the body, brow furrowing as he inspects the injuries. No..." He tilts his head, inspecting the discolored splotching on his body, "He wasn't strangled at all. The marks on his neck were made post-mortem... or by the vic himself?" He places his hands on his own throat, eyes widening. "That's exactly what happened. This was a suicide made to look like a murder."

JT looks up from his notepad, "Well this just got interesting."

"Bright, what do you mean it's a suicide?" Dani asks, leaning down to see if she can spot the reasoning herself.

"Look here, at his neck. The choking marks are upside-down. If someone else strangled him, the index finger would be on the top, but instead, the pinky is. The only way he could have sustained these marks is by doing them to himself. But why? Who was our victim trying to frame and why couldn't he get out of it?"

"Bright! Check this out!" Dani calls from the other room.

The profiler rushes into the home office to find a ceiling covered in CDs with black streaks seemingly randomly placed on them.

"Well, what's this now?" Gil sighs, tilting his head this way and that.

"It looks like our killer left us a message, but where?"

"There," Malcolm replies, stepping back into the hallway.

"Wha-- holy shit." Gil gasps, catching sight of the message written in the negative space.

"Hell of a find, Bright." JT smiles. Malcolm bounces lightly on his heels, fighting a smile. Gil smirks and passes him a candy, exiting the room.

"Let's head back to the precinct and see where we're at with evidence."

In the Le Mans, Gil squeezes the back of Malcolm's neck. "You did good in there." From the backseat, Dani smiles and kisses the older man's wrist where it rests on Malcolm's shoulder.

"I'm proud of you, Mal." She murmurs, "Just a little longer and then we can go home okay?"

It's not often that they talk to him gently, but his reaction is always the same. As soon as the soft tone of Dani's voice fills the space between the throuple, Malcolm's eyes widen. His partners watch as a soft shiver creeps along his neck and a blush tints his cheeks.

"You guys ready to go?" Dani asks.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, we can go." Gil nods and speeds down the road to the precinct, following JT's car and the rest of the team down the busy New York streets.

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By the time Malcolm realized what Gil and Dani had done, it was too late.

He'd had his head in Dani's lap, legs hanging off the edge of the couch. Gil had elected to curl in the lounge chair next to the couch, nose tucked in a book. A comfortable silence fills the empty air. Dani's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling ever so slightly.

"So... did you guys actually Pavlov me like Edrisa said?"

At this, Gil closes his book. He glances up at Dani, panic splitting his gaze. Malcolm's eyes flicker open as he glances up at Dani.

"Well..." Gil starts, "I wouldn't say that..."

"You wouldn't?" Dani asks.

"You're both lying," Malcolm interjects, "Don't do that, please. Just... tell me the truth. I'm not mad. I just... I want the truth. Please." At this, he sits up, setting his shoulders. His gaze flickers between the two sitting on opposite sides of him.

He breathes a deep sigh, "Listen, Malcolm, we... we did actually use your licorice bites as a way to help you."

"Why? When did this start?" Malcolm asks, brow furrowing.

"About five months ago." She confesses, "I'm--"

"No need. Don't apologize. You two must have had a motive?"

"We just wanted to help you," Gil confesses, trailing off.

"And the answer to that was using my favorite food against me?"

"Not against you..." the older man sighs, fingers scratching at his beard, "It was my idea, Mal. I thought it might be better for you to get something like a gold star."

"Well, it worked. I mean, it's definitely better than any of the prizes my father got me as a kid..." Malcolm smirks, "I mean, Twizzlers is definitely better than years of irreversible trauma and night terrors."

Dani chuckles behind him, placing her hand on his knee, "Good lord, Bright."

"So you aren't mad?" Gil asks, scooting closer to sit on the arm of the couch.

"No, you guys meant well. I know you weren't intending to harm me. I know you guys just wanted to do it out of love." He kisses Dani softly, leaning back against Gil's leg.

"We love you, Mal. We just want you to be healthy, happy, and loved." He smiles and presses a kiss to the younger man's forehead, fingers brushing his hair.

As Malcolm leans up to kiss the older man, their phones ring on the coffee table.

"Well damn..." Dani murmurs, "I guess duty calls."

"It would seem so." Malcolm breathes, sitting upright, handing Gil his phone.

"Arroyo." Gil starts, listening to JT explain the scene. He smiles at his partners, heart full of love. Dani hands Malcolm a full-length Twizzler, taking a bite off another one before handing it to Gil.

They'll be okay.

Thank you so much for reading!! Likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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"..you were supposed to be dead."

Martin and Peter?

Hope you don't mind me stealing the idea of Martin and a vampire Peter for this! :D

Warning: injury, mentioned vampire death (but not Peter!)

On with the fic!

"Fascinating, absolutely fascinating. Let's see what is up with this blood..."

Peter could hear a voice he didn't know, and he was confused, that didn't sound like a woman. Wasn't he hunting down a vampire with huge tits just moments ago? One that called him a few insulting names when she realized he wasn't quite the snack that he actually was.

Well, not her type of snack anyway, considering he remembered her chomping down on his shoulder and getting a mouth full of old blood.

Dumbass, at least he remembers to use his nose to tell if someone's alive or dead.

Most of the time.

He felt a sharp jab in his arm and he twitched in reaction, not quite awake yet. Then again, from the searing pain in the back of his head, he had a feeling that he had a concussion that was slowly healing, even with his new healing abilities. How did he get a head injury?

Oh, right, he tried to fight Big Tits in a stairwell and he got knocked backwards.

Did she take him to some other vampire or something? He sniffed the air and nope, he smelled a human. Fully alive, with fresh, hot blood-

Ew, gross, stop doing that brain! There's a tub of pig's blood at the penthouse just begging to be made into a shouldn't-be-delicious-but-sadly-is smoothie at home!

The poking at arm, and apparently at the bite he got, stopped. He heard a small intake of air, a long pause, and Peter opened an eye, finally coming to enough sense to do so.

He was in a room with a bright light (looked like a selfie ring light, two of the bulbs were dead), and there was a man hovering above him with wild, blond hair that looked... dyed. Yeah, he could see some gray at the roots.

The man was wearing a surgical mask and was hovering over him with what looked like a pen knife and a syringe. Somewhere in his heavy head, Peter hoped it was clean.

The man stared down at him, blinked twice, and then looked bothered, as if Peter was suddenly an inconvenience to him. "...you were supposed to be dead."

"Tell me about it, ol' man." Peter grumbled. "I've been sayin' that to my gorgeous reflection for weeks now."

"This is not recent?" The stranger asked, suddenly interested in Peter.

"Three months like this is not recent, yeah?" Peter grunted, trying to sit up, but he was pushed back down. He just realized that he was shirtless. "Hey, if you wanna see me with my beautiful body on display, you gotta pay the ticket price. It's on my website."

The man removed his mask, that was a hell of a beard he had, all pushy and blond and gray. He looked like a teddy bear. Okay, the concussion was still healing, uhg. "Well, it's hard to do an examination of an oddly healing body with no heartbeat when they're wearing a shirt."

"Gross, why are you examining me?"

"Because the woman who weirdly shriveled into a dried out husk when I slit her throat was making odd comments about you. And as a medical professional, I needed to see for myself what was wrong."

"Then go examine Big Tits, Doctor Bear, I gotta get home." He tried to get up again, only to be pushed down by a large, warm hand to his chest.

The man was smiling at him, and Peter suddenly felt like he should be very worried for his undead life now. "Oh, I don't think we're done here just yet. And while Doctor Bear sounds rather like something my ex would have called me in the bedroom, my name is actually Dr. Whitly, and I think it would be wise if you let me do what I need to do."

The smile grew just a bit more. "Don't worry, you can trust me. I was certified one before to do this."

Don't worry, Peter's fine, Martin just wants to know how the corpse he found in the stairwell of the building he was hiding in that night was suddenly healing from a nasty bite.

#martin whitly x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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brightmalcolm · 3 years

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Top 5 Episodes of Prodigal Son Season Two (as voted by my followers): #1 - Sun and Fun

People take comfort in confining women to their expected roles.

#prodigal son #prodigalsonedit #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #martin whitly #dani powell #Ainsley Whitly #vivian capshaw #michael sheen #tom payne #aurora perrineau #halston sage #catherine zeta jones #2x12 #my gifs #annnnnnd we're done :) thanks everyone for voting!

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qpjianghu · 3 years

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#at least we're getting FED #but someone give this kid a goddamn hug please #NOT YOU MARTIN #malcolm bright whump #prodigal son spoilers #prodigal son #malcolm bright #martin whitly #prodigal son 2x12 #prodigal son season 2 #prodigal son s2

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miseryinyou · 3 years

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Crackpot Finale Theory:

1. Gil OR Dani shoots Martin and kills him. In front of Malcolm (to save Malcolm from Martin, but still). Malcolm has a mental breakdown. He can’t reconcile the fact that a) his father is dead and b) someone he loves killed Martin Whitly. He struggles with his grief for his father and forgiving Gil/Dani during season 3. Meanwhile in season 3 Ainsley is killing and Malcolm has to come clean about Endicott.

2. Ainsley kills Martin in front of Malcolm. The whole team sees (and inevitably find out about Endicott). Malcolm has a mental breakdown....cue next season. In season 3 Malcolm struggles with the whole ‘Ainsley killed Dad’ thing, the fact that the team knows about Endicott and the associated fallout.

SIDE THEORY: Sophie Sanders is the ‘Woodsman’ serial killer that they’re teasing. AND either way, next season is going to be challenging for the Gillica ship due to Martin’s death + Endicott fallout.

#Prodigal Son #I'm pretending that we're going to get a third season #I'm in denial #theories #personal #malcolm bright #ainsley whitly #martin whitly #I don't want Malcolm to kill #so this is my alternative

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tetigitpermortem · 3 years

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Question that I hope gets answered in season 2, but probably won’t:

When exactly did Gil and Jessica have their little “window” for getting together? This chance that they both have spoken of? We know Gil was married and that his wife, Jackie, died three years before the start of season 1, and they didn’t know each other before Martin’s arrest (because in the tape of the interview Malcolm watches, they definitely don’t speak to each other as familiars let alone friends). So when??? When did they have a chance to be together? And how long did it take for Gil to move on after they “missed their chance”?

#unaffected by the preternatural (ooc)#prodigal son #gil x jessica #gil arroyo #jessica whitly #jessigil #gilica #//not sure what we're calling this ship #but i. need. answers.

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notgonnarememberthis · 3 years

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Through the Valley - Chapter 5

Finally managed to get this one out ugh. I really wanted to do this one but with vacation prepping I’ve been so fucking busy. We’re down to less than a month to go and I’m so fucking ready for it y’all have no idea. I hope y’all enjoy this update and I promise you the next one is coming much sooner (hint: it’s already written). Thank you all for the support!! It keeps me going.

Exhaustion feels like it’s seeping in her bones when she rises for the second time. The first had been early in the morning, with Gil’s gentle hand splayed across her back as she shivered from the remnants of the nightmare. She doubts he managed to sleep again with having to go back to work only an hour or two later. She hadn’t even felt him leave.

Yet she wakes up alone, the bliss of a dreamless sleep dares to pull her back under the covers until she peers at her phone, squinting from the light shining in her eyes. All the sleep leaves her body the second her eyes hit the time.

10:30.

She jumps out of the bed, her feet tangling in the blankets, nearly tripping her in the process. She overslept, she was supposed to be up an hour ago. Malcolm and Ainsley would be here soon. She practically begged them to come to lunch and she would be late in her own home.

She gets ready quickly, choosing simply makeup and running a brush through her hair. As she finishes up she can hear Malcolm and Ainsley bickering. Their words are too muffled to make out as she pushes through the halls.

“You can’t.” Malcolm’s voice stands out as she gets closer, of course today of all days they decide to show up on time to lunch. She takes a deep breath, longing to press her fingers into her eyes to will her exhaustion out of her body. She wishes deeply that she had time for a coffee. She’ll just have to request one be brought out. It would already be prepared with Malcolm favoring the drink over tea.

Most days she feels the same.

She squares her shoulders, willing all evidence of the night she had away with a subtle shake. She stretches her fingers to stop the slight, yet present tremble. Malcolm and Ainsley are far too good at picking up the little details, they’d catch it as soon as she walked in and she’s not ready for those questions. She pushes the still lingering images to the back of her mind, knowing that they will just come to haunt her when she closes her eyes again. Finally she tilts her chin up with her signature smile.

She’s ready.

Pushing into the room she launches into the explanation she had prepared with ease, “I’m so sorry I’m late. Mr. Astor tried to negotiate out of our deal over the property I signed on and-” She stops noticing neither of her children are looking at her. Ainsley’s eyes are piercing at Malcolm, anger practically sparking from them. His are turned towards his phone, fingers flying in a text to who she assumes is one of his team. “Did I miss something?”

“Malcolm’s being a helicopter parent.” His head snaps up at that, rearing back in confusion.

“I wasn’t aware I became a grandmother.”

“Hilarious.” Malcolm deadpans before turning to her. “I told Ainsley she can’t investigate my case and now she’s throwing a fit.”

“I’m not throwing a fit! You’re blocking me from my biggest case yet.” She turns towards Jessica, as if looking for her to overrule Malcolm’s decision. “I am this close to head reporter. Watts has one foot out the door and I just need one really good story to seal the deal. Wesley Piers is poisoning his patients. He’s making them sick so he can cure them.”

“He’s too dangerous, Ains. I’m not letting you do this.”

“He’s a man in a suit. I’m not afraid of a man in a suit.”

“So was Endicott.” Jessica feels like the air has been punched out of her lungs at the mention of the name. Ainsley must hear it because her eyes flash over momentarily. Her face reading like an apology, He didn’t mean it. He’s just scared.

“I can handle myself.”

“Like you handled John Watkins?”

“Malcolm James Whitly!” Malcolm’s eyes drop, shoulders tensing with the last name. She hadn’t used it on him since he made the decision to change it. Yet watching Ainsley flinch like she’d been slapped was too much. His lips tremble before he pushes himself away from the table fleeing from the room.

She can taste the venom in the back of her throat but she takes a deep breath, swallowing the bubbling anger. Ainsley’s eyes are locked on the table, chewing on the inside of her lip the same way she’s seen a hundred times as her daughter tries to school her own emotions.

“Ainsley, baby.”

“I’m fine. Go talk to him. He’s been acting weird since he got here. I think he’s just lashing out.”

“You sure?” She walks over, placing her fingers beneath Ainsley’s chin to tilt up to meet her eyes.

“I’m ok mom.” Ainsley smiles, a forced one but there’s a genuine spark behind her eyes. Jessica smiles back leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“My sweet girl.” She drops her hand and takes another steadying breath, going to search for Malcolm.

She didn’t have to look far. He’s just in the other room, pacing from side to side as his eyes follow his path. It takes her clearing her throat for him to even realize that she’s in the room at all. Guilt floods his features, at least he’s cognizant enough to recognize that. “You know I was right.”

“I don’t care if you’re right.” Jessica levels him with her tone and he shrinks again. “You need to apologize to your sister. You were way out of line.”

“I’m not talking about Ainsley.” Malcolm rakes his hands through his hair. She can feel his frustration but she doesn’t understand why. “I was right.”

“About what?”

“About Van de Camp!” She draws a quick breath in, understanding finally what’s got him so upset. “I had a bad feeling about it. I thought maybe he’d get away.”

“He didn’t.”

“He was here. He could’ve killed you. I saw him charge at you.”

“Malcolm, he’s dead.”

“But you could’ve died!” Her face softens, hands reaching out to him. When he doesn’t move away she takes his hand in hers. “I knew something was wrong. And when I heard the shots I thought-”

“Sunshine.” She whispers and the tears begin spilling down his cheeks. “I’m ok. I wouldn’t have done it if I had any other choice.”

“I know.” He mutters. “Gil told me you were protecting Cricket.”

“Did he?”

“I almost didn’t believe him.” She furrows her brows but when she sees Malcolm’s lips twitch up into a smile she knows he’s joking. She shoves him lightly with a shake of her head.

“Be nice to your mother. I do have a heart, you know.”

“I know.” Malcolm’s smile fades before coming back again. “Just please don’t do that again.”

“I won’t. I promise.” She wraps her arms around him giving him a gentle squeeze when he returned the hug. “Now, go apologize to your sister and we can begin lunch.”

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Jessica’s head lifts when she hears the bedroom door open. She was just settling down to read papers before falling asleep. On days like these Gil would get home so late he’d shower and join her in bed accidentally waking her in the process. She’s always thankful, though. Truthfully she sleeps better knowing that he’s safely next to her.

“Well this is a welcome surprise.” She croons, with a tilted smile. “I didn’t think you’d be home so early.” The words slip from her lips before she can catch them. She never really put it into thought but he had sort of moved in. All of his things were basically here, he rarely stayed at his apartment and if he did it was because she was on a short work trip. “Though I have been thinking about a back rub all night. I woke up late and the children fought. I just want to relax.”

He doesn’t move though. Nor does he meet her eyes. She feels her heart sink in her chest. Something is very wrong.

“Gil?” Her voice feels strained when it finally pulls from her throat. She’s begging him to prove her wrong. That all the drama from the day, that her nightmares, that her exhaustion were simply making her read far into things. He would walk in, smile, kiss her, and crawl into bed. It would only be for a few moments before she kicked him out of the freshly pressed warmth to go take a shower. Maybe she’d join him and the heat would melt away all of her panic.

But he doesn’t move. She watches him swallow before meeting her eyes.

“Gil.” Another plea. She tries to stop him as tears build.

“Ainsley’s been taken.”

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