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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!!

If you would like to send me a prompt, come find me at @prodigal-howlter!

#prodigal son #dani powell #malcolm bright #gil arroyogilgi #gil arroyo/dani powell/malcolm bright

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walker-extended-universe · 6 months

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#my writing #my fic #help me #poll

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thenicenamesaretaken · 2 years

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Totally forgot that AO3 was rolling out blocking until I revisited an old pson fic and saw I was blocked 🤣. I haven't written, posted, commented or otherwise engaged with that fandom (or any fandom really) or anyone in it for MONTHS and somehow I'm still forefront in people's minds. lmfao. love that for me.

#prodigal son #its far more enjoyable to just enjoy things on my own than deal with the drama #don't miss it #the fandom not the show #miss the show like crazy 😭😭

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missshezz · 1 year

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Hey ;) I saw the disrespectful message that anon sent to you ; it's just pure hatred rooted in jealousy. You are a very good writer, you delve deeply into important subjects and aspects of stories that aren't generally brought up, and that's just awesome. For example, I read "More than Murder", and the fact that you included a muslim character in it is positively adorable ! I'm muslim and I absolutely did not expect to stumble upon a muslim fictional character, and positively depicted on top of that ! It's so rare to see that, I was about to cry 🥲 Another fantastic example ; the multi-chapter fic about Sorcha and Malcolm's Harvard years - aren't we gonna talk about how awesome it is ? Like it's so rare in this fandom (Prodigal Son) to see fics where Malcolm is positively treated ; I've seen so many fics where him being abused is so normalized it's disgusting. Which brings me to my next point : your heart and your morals. I don't know you personally, but I can feel you are a genuinely sweet and understanding person, and it's something that really shines through your works and the so-often ignored issues you bring up in your fics - mental health, society etc... Thanks a lot ! Don't listen to people like that anon. Sending you hugs.

Hi there, @moonlightfountain!

First

This was the sweetest message to wake up too! Thank you so much for your kind words! 🥰

Honestly? I dunno what crawled up the anons backside. I haven’t been active here as of late and dunno what post(s) they even read that inspired their annoyance.

My approach to art and writing is this:

I am proud of everything I’ve created but also humble enough to say I have a lot still to learn before I reach my final destination.

I have always strove to tackle subjects like mental health in a way that was sensitive and compassionate but showcased the struggles people have. We all know someone with depression or anxiety/personality disorders. We all know someone who has suffered a tragedy, been a victim of assault, bullying. It’s not a topic we can or should avoid. Like alcoholism, addiction, societal issues (umbrella term since there are soooo many things that can land here lol)

That’s why I wrote Here Comes The Sun. I saw in PSon how they didn’t explore the other side of Malcolm’s school life by giving him friends (outside Vjay). Stylistically, I get it. The writers were going for a theme about how this one event affected Malcolm’s life. I just wanted to show he could have friends and positive moments/events in his life.

Like we all have.

Good and bad.

That’s life.

Same as representing people of all walks of life (religious, gender, sexual, cultural, etc). We are a melting pot. We should celebrate our diversity and uniqueness… both the good and bad of it. To not represent that, show that, acknowledge it, creates a fake world to me.

I’m also happy to know I was able to craft a character that meant a lot to you personally. That is always the goal of a writer and to know we succeeded gives us nice, warm, and fuzzy feelings 🥰

Thanks so much again for this wonderful message! It really brightened my day!

Take care!

#asked and answered #thank you so much #🥰🥰🥰🥰

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sonicenvy · 10 months

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so I decided to update the fic rec sheet AND migrate it to google sheets for better sharing. Slow moving, but I have nothing but time while bed-bound due to a broken bone (and off work) so it seemed like an appropriate time. that said, it sucks that i have to one handed peck type ughhhhh.

update notes:

finish adding the missing word counts (mostly affects pre-2015 lcfanfic fics where word count was not provided. this means either copy pasting the text to a word doc to run word count or downloading the word doc when an option and running word count.) Mostly done with this now.

adding a year pub field to the records to better contextualize fics.

updating notes field where necessary.

going back and rechecking on fics marked as wips to get most up to date word counts and completion status.

adding links to author pages where applicable.

adding commentary on fics that don't have it and commenting this on the actual work when applicable.

removing any typos.

re-checking to see if links are still active and deleting if they are not.

added a column 1 freeze pane so the titles are sticky when scrolling through other fields in the record.

add & relationships (family/platonic) to gen fics in column G, now titled "Main Relationship" to reflect this change

add new recs from existing fandoms

add new & missing fandoms (pson, labyrinth, P&P, narnia, castle, sleepy hollow, x files, PJO, etc.)

separate out "DCU" into "DCU" and "TNAOS"

Update "Fandom" < "Star wars" to be something like "Star Wars - main media type" for further filtering?

#as you can see this is a neurotic and ambitious project #the kind i am wont to get myself into #margaret babbles

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sequencefairy · 2 years

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Dani’s footsteps crunch over brittle and drying grass as she approaches. Her weapon is still up. Sunlight glints off the barrel. “Bright?” she asks.

Malcolm doesn't look down.

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I blame Cath.

Thanks to Zjo for the beta and to Meph and Aly for listening to me whine about this show. Thanks to Mel for letting me drag her in after me.

I know I'm six months late, and I know I have other things I am supposed to be doing, but sometimes, you just get a thought in your head and it won't get out.

#prodigal son #PSon fic #i dunno how this fandom tags things #sequence fairy's fic #anyway #i had several thousand words of feelings this weekend

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jinxedwood · 3 years

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This Little PIg… (3/3)

Desperate to get away from his life for a few hours, Malcolm inserts himself into a seemingly routine case. Things turn lethal pretty fast…

Malcolm Bright, Dani Powell, Edrisa Tanaka, ensemble - casefic, with a side order of whump.:P

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28950171/chapters/71887434

#prodigal son #pson fic #malcolm brightly #ensemble #case fic

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fallinfor-youreyes · 4 years

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a "you're home earlier than i expected" kiss for brightwell

For some reason, she’s still in his bed. Time is moving in slow motion, like she’s stuck in honey, the sun just starting to set and paint his entire apartment golden.

Dani probably should have left a while ago. Probably around the same time Malcolm did, when Gil called and asked him to meet him for a drink, because it was Jackie’s birthday, and he really did not want to be alone.

Really, she should have gotten up and followed him in the shower and then walked out the door with him so she could go home and get changed and take a moment away from being completely and utterly wrapped up in Malcolm Bright, but once he hung up the phone with Gil, Malcolm rolled over and pressed his lips to hers, and she all but melted into his sheets.

“You don’t have to leave, if you don’t want,” he said, lips moving their way down her jaw, and Dani decided right then that she wasn’t going to leave. She was going to stay and wait for him to come home, and then kiss him and coax him back to bed and just let this thing they suddenly had develop in real, honeyed slow-motion time.

So that’s exactly where she is, still in his bed, wrapped in his sweatshirt, scrolling through her phone aimlessly when Sunshine flutters across the room to her cage, dragging Dani’s attention away from her useless twitter feed.

Sunshine chirps and Dani is suddenly much more awake. And aware of the fact that she is still in Malcolm’s bed, and there is very good chance that she is about to be caught.

Sunshine alarm.

That’s what Malcolm had called it the last time Dani was over and Sunshine suddenly started chirping excitedly at the stairs.

“The Sunshine alarm,” he said, almost lazily, his hands still playing with her hair. “That means someone is coming.”

Dani froze, and then Malcolm was out of bed and pulling on a shirt and Dani was hastily gathering her clothes and rushing to his bathroom.

It wasn’t because they were a secret, because they weren’t. They were just new. Still figuring it out. Not at all ready to tell his family, or anyone at the precinct, because it was still just theirs.

That time it was just Ainsley, with a bagel and coffee and a complaint about Jessica, so once Dani was put together she exited the bathroom and they fabricated some story about her stopping by for a case and it worked somehow.

But Ainsley was in Vermontchasing a story, and Gil was with Malcolm and they hadn’t been out too long yet, so the only other person with a key that Dani knew of was Jessica Whitley herself, and that last thing Dani needs right now is to face her sort of boyfriend’s mother.

Because while it is still not a secret, she’s still not really ready to talk about, especially not with Malcolm’s mother. Who, if Dani is being a little honest, scares her just a bit.

She jumps out of bed so quickly she almost falls to the floor and then she cannot find her pants, and she’s still not sure exactly where she can hide in his ridiculous apartment when Sunshine’e alarm chirp turns to excitement and the door swings open, and Dani is caught.

Caught in nothing but an old Harvard sweatshirt and her underwear by her not yet boyfriend.

Malcolm’s head falls to side as he takes her in, standing there like deer in headlights in the middle of his apartment.

“Well, hello there,” he says, smile splitting across his face, and Dani deflates, all of the tension floating out of her body at the fact that the person standing in the door is not Jessica Whitley.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” Dani says, making her way across the room so she can drop her hands on his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss. His hands instantly wrap around her waist so he can pull her closer and Dani lets herself melt into him.

Malcolm pulls back first. “Gil wanted to go and get dinner at the restaurant where he brought her on their first date, and said he wanted to go alone. He wouldn’t listen to my protests, so I walked him there and then came home. I’m going to call him later though to check in.” One of his hands slowly slips under her sweatshirt. “I wasn’t sure if you would still be here.”

Dani smiles at him and runs her hands through his hair. “I thought you were your mother.”

Malcolm shivers and presses another kiss to her cheek. “That explains the terrified look in your eye when I caught you.”

“I don’t think it would go very well if your mom found me alone in your apartment without my pants. She might have some tricky questions.”

“Hmm.” Malcolm kisses her again, for real this time, and then he’s walking her back toward the bed, and Dani can’t help but smile as his tongue flicks out slide against the seam of her lips. “Maybe I’ll just have to introduce you to her as my girlfriend when you do have your pants on then.”

Her breathe catches in her throat. “Oh, I’m your girlfriend now, am I?”

His eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink, and he’s so adorable she might just lose it.

“Only if you want to be,” Malcolm says, and she rolls her eyes at him before capturing his lips again.

“I do.”

“You do?” He asks, and she’s nodding and pushing him back the final few feet to him bed until they fall and she lands on top of him, pressing her mouth against his once they settle.

“I really, really do.”

#prodigal son #prodigal son fic #brightwell #brightwell fic #malcolm bright #dani powell #my fic #pson fic #pson #anonymous #asks #thank you for the prompt sorry it took me 700 years #once again will i ever write something not in mal's apartment #the answer is probably not #i did not really edit this so sorry for any mistakes #my fics

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tessaservopoulos · 3 years

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jess/gil + tropes 19 and 96 please!

19. Summer Camp AU 96. Scars

hmm I think I would definitely go with baby!JessGil for this one (and by baby I mean like, late teens/early 20s). They would definitely be the camp counselors for sure (since this is an au, the rest of the team would be the kids, so Malcolm and Ainsley would probably be there in a not-Jess’s-kids-capacity, for au sake). I’m half-tempted to make this vaguely horor-esque?? With Martin as the villain (obvs) and maybe John?? it would have a good ending bc i don’t like to write anything else and also i am the biggest martin anti ever. i’d also 100000% write a “we might die, i’m gonna kiss you before we do” moment because that is in fact my favorite troupe in the entire world.

#actuallylorelaigilmore #asks #jessica x gil #writing meme #pson fic #otp: you have always been good enough #i am...actually vaguely tempted to fully flesh this out now i cannot lie

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prodigal-sons · 4 years

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I may have definitely written a Dani x Ainsley College AU...

-read here-

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kingofdarkness00 · 2 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the amazing @anewkindofme 💙

Here's a snippet of a new PSON agere fic I started fairly recently; based on The Slap™ incident from episode 4 of S1.

"It took everything I had to walk into that cell–"

"Spare me!" Malcolm snapped, cutting his mother off. "You knew what he was doing."

Malcolm watched as a range of emotions crossed the woman's face in just a matter of seconds, before she settled on anger. He expected her to start shouting at him, maybe even slip up and reveal something damning, but he certainly hadn't expected what came next.

He didn't even see her raise her hand. All he registered was the sharp sting her hand left across his cheek, which was almost immediately followed by a burning sensation, as the momentum caused her nails to scrape his skin. It was by far the least painful thing he's ever experienced before, especially given his line of work, but the shock that overcame him was still enough to make him stumble aback.

He heard her gasp, but kept his gaze firmly set on the floorboards beneath him, mind desperately trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. He slowly brought the back of his right hand up, lightly grazing it over his now throbbing cheek and wincing when he made contact with the heated flesh.

"Oh God, Malcolm, I-I didn't..." She took a shuddery breath, all of the anger she possessed sounding to have disappeared. "I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what came over me."

He could take a guess. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she–

Malcolm's eyes went wide in horrible realization.

She had reacted with just about the same amount of aggression when he told her what–who he saw in that trunk all those years ago.

The thought of his suspicions possibly being proven correct instantly had tears flooding his eyes. As much as he wanted to believe she couldn't be capable of keeping a secret of that magnitude for so long, he had to remind himself that people were capable of just about anything given the circumstances.

He furiously blinked the tears away, before lifting his head and meeting his mother's gaze once more.

"I told you about the girl in the box, before I called the police." He paused momentarily, swallowing against the steadily growing lump in his throat. "You were wearing a red dress. You yelled at me, made me promise not to speak of it again."

At the mention of the dress, Jessica's eyes widened and her expression turned grim with recognition, before frustration began to creep back in to her eyes.

So, she did remember then, Malcolm thought.

"Your father's in your head, Malcolm. Can't you see that?"

Malcolm clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times, willing the tears to stay at bay until he was alone. "Well, so are you, mother."

The man moved to walk past her, but before he could get far her hand shot out towards him and attempted to grab his arm. He inhaled sharply, heart rate spiking as he flinched away from her with wide, frightened eyes, reminding him of that night when she held his arm in a death grip. Logically, Malcolm knew her intention had only been to stop him from walking away, but the suspicious and hurt part of him distrusted her even more now.

There was also something about the way she hit him that felt a little too Deja vu for his liking. It niggled at the back of his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't place exactly why. Maybe... maybe his mind didn't want him to know the reason. Like with the memories of his father drugging him that his mind had sealed away for twenty years, maybe there was something else he wasn't being allowed to remember just yet.

"D-don't. Just don't."

She immediately stilled and pulled her hand back to her side, a mixed expression of hurt and anger blossoming over her face. "Malcolm, please, just let me–"

"No. I'm through with this conversation, mother. Please just leave. I want to be left alone right now."

Jessica sighed, rolling her eyes. "Malcolm, don't be like that. Let's just sit down and–"

"I said I'm done talking, mother! Just go–get out!"

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @snarkythewoecrow, @bat-to-da-robs, @tomwise, @adhd-mess, @sinninghowlter and anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game #prodigal son #jessica whitly #malcolm bright #snippet #cw parental abuse #my fanfiction

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