#brandasara

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i've been thinking a lot about a malcolm/vijay soulmate au if that's something you're into!!!

I have a soft spot for this trope but hadn't even considered writing one for whatever reason! Thank you!

This takes place in an AU where the first word(s) your soulmate says to you appear above your heart during puberty.

Now that I've written this i want to flesh it out and turn it into a full thing! I hope you like it 💓

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Malcolm didn't believe in the concept of a soulmate. Didn't believe wasn't exactly the right words for it. He didn't accept the concept. He'd been to enough crime scenes and seen enough bodies to know that being soulmates didn't mean much of anything at all.

His mother and father had been soulmates and, well, everyone knew how well that turned out. It was a sore point his father liked to rub in as much as possible.

This didn't mean he wasn't romantic. He was when given the chance. He just wasn't given the chance often.

Ainsley blamed his feelings on the fact that his soulmates words were boring. While some people had introductions or full on phrases he had a single word. While other boys his age complained about how much space their words took up he was filled with disappointment of the brevity of his.

At this point in his life he didnt put much thought into it. His hopes for finding love, let alone his soulmate, were low. Who would want to be with him, the son on The Surgeon, someone who drug down everyone he grew close to? No, it was better this way.

He sighed, shaking the lingering thoughts from his head when a buzz came at his door.

"Come in!" He called.

Ainsley walked in, a drink holder with two starbucks cups in her hand and a guest trailing behind her.

"Look who I ran into at Starbucks," she smiled. Vijay smiled awkwardly at him, waving a little, his own cup in his hand.

"She told you to meet you there, didn't she?"

"She's very convincing," the taller man replied.

His heart skipped a beat, it always did when Vijay looked at him like that. A smile on his lips, eyes soft and filled with genuine happiness to see him. He felt a slight blush rise on his cheeks and turned to Ainsley.

"So, you said you had something important to tell me?"

She smilled again, another shit eating grin that made him roll his eyes.

"News later, drinks first. Could you pass this to Malcolm?"

Vijay took the drink and before either of them had a chance to process what was happening it slipped from his hands, spilling on his shirt.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry! Here let me," he scrambled, looking for a napkin and started to dab the ruined shirt off.

"You should take that off before it stains." Ainsley unsympatheticly mused from her spot on a nearby stool. He shot her a look before starting on the buttons to remove his shirt.

He didn't realize the silence that had overtaken the room until he looked up. Vijay's jaw was slack, staring at him, the napkin in his hand forgotten.

"I-Your." He pointed to his own chest and back to Malcolm's. Malcolm looked down. Even though they'd been friends as teenagers soulmarks hadn't exactly been a topic of conversation.

Vijay had never seen his even though he'd seen Vijay's plenty of times. He'd watched Vijay play sports with other boys, taking his shirt off when he got sweaty, he'd seen him fresh from the shower and half dressed. Malcolm had always been more private and self conscious in his youth, even wearing a shirt at the pool the times they had gone swimming together.

He saw something sad and hurt shift in his friends face.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Vijay asked.

He felt a step behind. Like there was something he was missing.

"We don't match," he answered.

"What do you mean we don't match?" Vijay began to take his own tie off and unbutton his shirt. "The first time we met you asked me Can I sit here and I said Yeah! I thought that maybe you were the one but you never said anything about it. You knew for years and you never said anything?" The pain in his friends voice was terrible. He pointed to his own words in looping letters near his heart. He never wanted to hurt Vijay, he never wanted to lose him from his life again.

He wracked his brain trying to remember the first time they had met when he had a horrible revelation.

"I was wearing earbuds."

"What?" Vijay looked at him confused.

"The first time we met, I had my iPod, I had my earbuds in. I didn't hear you! I just saw you nod after I asked! The first time I saw your words I thought that maybe you were the one but I remembered the first thing you said to me was asking me to pass the ketchup!"

"That was a full day later!"

There was a moment of silence between them before Vijay reached out to him and pulled him close.

"I've been wanting to do this since we were fifteen," he pressed his lips hesitantly against Malcolm's.

His brain went blank. This was it. This was real. With every beat of his heart and fiber of his being he knew that they belonged together. It may have taken them an unfortunately long time to get to this point but they had the rest of their lives to make up for it.

The kiss broke and he found himself clinging onto his friend- his love. Their eyes were closed, forheads rested against each other, just enjoying existing in each others space.

"It's about fucking time." Ainsley sipped her drink.

"Wait you knew?" He had almost forgotten she was still there. "This why you keep on trying to get me to take my shirt off when Vijay is around. You could have just told us. "

She shrugged, "my way is more fun."

He wanted to be mad but he turned to look to Vijay to see the look he loved, that he had always loved, focused on him and decided being mad could wait.

#prodigal son fic #fanfic #prodigal son #brandasara #maljay #malcolm bright #vijay chandasara #fanfiction #soulmate au #sometimes i write #answered

[bibright]

wip game

tagged by @acejuddryder - thank you!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

all WIPs are prodigal son! 

bad things happen bingo extravaganza

brandasara quarantine roomies

brandwell ot3

jessica/martin soulmate au

pegging

kidnapping ten year old malcolm

boarding school rewrite (completed - in the process of being beta’d)

i also have about a bajillion ideas running around in my head but these are the ones that are most likely to be written and finished and published at some point or another!

tagging @i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once  @luna-colorata @ephemeraljimin @tess-genor @malclombright @wonder-boy @sybilius 

#ask game #tag game #prodigal son #my writing #ryan writes #uh yeah like one of these wips is being actively worked on atm #you get a star if you can correctly identify which one! #and yes i did this to avoid my essays leave me alone #im very small and very stressed

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I was tagged by @bibright to do the last seven lines tag game 

"Remember that time we got caught in the locker room half-naked by coach Floyd?"

Malcolm snorted and covered his increasingly red face with his hands.

"Do I- yes I remember it! I could never look him in the eye after that," he laughed. "God we were horny teenagers. I'm so glad I grew out of that before I got myself in any real trouble."

"Speak for yourself, I never stopped," Vijay wagged his eyebrows at him and he was laughing all over again. 

Tagging: @wonder-boy @pictures-and-rambles @malclombright @malcolmwhumply

#seven line tag game #maljay #brandasara #current fic

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29456193

#prodigal son #maljay #brandasara #malcolm bright #vijay chandasara #drabble

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Bright/Vijay Chandasara Characters: Malcolm Bright, Vijay Chandasara, Gil Arroyo Additional Tags: Short, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sharing secrets Series: Part 3 of Corner Table Boys Forever Summary:

Hey,“ Vijay scooted closer to him and opened his arms for Malcolm to snuggle his way into. “Take your time, there’s no rush.”

#Prodigal son #prodigal son fanfic #Malcolm Bright #vijay chandasara #Brandasara #Maljay #fluff #established relationship #domestic fluff #short fic #sometimes I write #One year celebration fic #Malcolm Bright x Vijay Chandasara

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Bright/Vijay Chandasara, Gil Arroyo & Malcolm Bright, Malcolm Bright & Jessica Whitly, Malcolm Bright & Ainsley Whitly, Malcolm Bright & Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright & JT Tarmel, Malcolm Bright & Martin Whitly Characters: Teenager Malcolm Bright - Character, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Gabrielle Le Deux, Young Ainsley Whitly - Character, Adolpho | Jessica's Driver, Malcolm Bright, Teenager Vijay Chandasara, Vijay Chandasara, Ainsley Whitly, Martin Whitly, Mr. David | Martin Whitly's Guard, Dani Powell, JT Tarmel, Colette Swanson, Various Characters, Jackie Arroyo Additional Tags: Malcolm Bright Needs a Hug, Papa Gil, Gil Arroyo Acting as Malcolm Bright's Parental Figure, Good Parent Gil Arroyo, Meet-Cute, Depression, Anxiety, Bisexual Malcolm Bright, Awkward Flirting, Eventual Happy Ending, Teen Angst, anger issues, Good Parent Jessica Whitly, Jessica Whitly is a BAMF, Angst, Look. The Boy's Got Issues., minor flashback, Minor Injuries, Vomiting, (it's not super detailed, Fluff, Vijay Seriously Saw Malcolm All Scraggly and Wild and said Yup. This one's Mine., Misunderstandings, Bullying, Verbal Abuse, Human Disaster Malcolm Bright, Disaster Bi Malcolm Bright, No Homophobia/Biphobia, Canon Divergent, Canon-Typical Violence, Martin Whitly is an asshole, Seriously don't listen to any of his advice Series: Part 1 of Corner Table Boys Forever Summary:

"Is anyone sitting here?"

The boy looked up at him, blinking.

"You don't want to sit here." He waved as if to shoo him away. "You're the new kid, right? Sitting here is social suicide."

#prodigal son fanfic #prodigal son fic #Malcolm Bright #Prodigal Son #Vijay Chandasara #Maljay #Brandasara #Sometimes I write #I realized I never posted just my fic rather than the list so here it is for the evening crowd #I really enjoyed writing this

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Bright/Vijay Chandasara, Malcolm Bright & Vijay Chandasara Characters: Malcolm Bright, Vijay Chandasara Additional Tags: High School, School Uniforms, Fanart Summary:

Fanart inspired by Leif Writes submission to the Prodigal Son Big Bang 2020, “Corner Table Boys Forever”, Malcolm/Vijay, Brandasara. Check out the fic.

#prodigal son fanart #prodigal son #Brandasara #Maljay #Corner Table Boys Forever #I cannot begin to explain how much I appreciate prodigalsanyo for swooping in and posting this lovely art #they're the best #malcolm bright #Vijay Chandasara

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

A Halloween teen Maljay/Brandasara fic!

Only vaguely edited.

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃🎃🎃

"We're invited to a Halloween Party!" Vijay burst into their shared dorm, sweaty, a huge smile on his face. 

"How was soccer practice," Malcolm replied, not looking up and turning a page of the book he was only half reading. 

Vijay took his shirt off, wiping his sweat off, and tossed it to the side. Malcolm finally closed his book, not so subtly eyeing his boyfriend. Vijay gave him a quick peck before flopping onto the couch beside him. 

"You're not even a little excited to be invited?" He asked.

Malcolm thought back to the last party he had been invited to. He was eleven and when they looked up the address they found it was to a dump. He could still see the malice in the eyes of his classmates the next day at school when they asked him if he'd had fun. 

"No. I don't go to parties." He replied stiffly, shaking the memory from his mind. 

"It'll be different," Vijay laid his head on Malcolm's lap, looking at him softly. "I won't let anything bad happen. And if it's too much we can leave, I promise." He fluttered his eyelashes and Malcolm couldn't help but smile. 

"Fine," he threw his head back, closing his eyes to avoid agreeing to anything else. "I'll go but I am not dressing up." 

…

Half the school, along with half the girls from their sister school, had been invited to the party. It made him slightly more on edge and anxious than usual. 

He was at the library waiting for Vijay to find a book when someone walked past, nearly knocking him over when they shoulder checked him. 

"Heard you'll be at the party tomorrow Whitly." The voice made his skin crawl. 

Once upon a time he and Ben had been friends. His mother still had pictures of them playing with the sandy blonde haired boy. He remembered the sleepovers and the jokes shared. Things had changed overnight when his father was arrested. 

"I think you'll like my costume." His smile didn't reach his eyes and Malcolm wondered what joy Ben gained from being an utter asshole twenty-four seven. 

Vijay turned the corner, a pile of books in hand, in time to see Ben walking away. 

"You okay?" He asked. 

"Yeah, fine. Let's get out of here."

…

He adjusted his cravat in the mirror. After a few days of bemoaning the idea of wearing a costume he'd finally given in as long as it was something simple.  He gave himself another look over in the mirror. They'd decided on regency era vampires. Not exactly simple but he had to admit it wasn't an entirely bad look on him. Or Vijay. 

His boyfriend stood behind him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing at what little skin wasn't covered by the cravat. 

Malcolm sighed. "Can't we just stay here and do this instead?"

"We can do plenty of that after the party. Now are you ready to go? It's getting late" 

Malcolm rolled his eyes, grabbing his phone and wallet on their way out. 

…

He could hear the music before they'd even stepped out of the car and could feel it in his chest by the time they got to the door. 

Vijay slipped his hand into Malcolm's. "We can leave if it's too much." 

Malcolm forced a tight smile. "We're here now. Let's go in." 

The house was packed. He had expected teenagers from at least two schools but there were far more unfamiliar faces than that. It was nice in a way. A certain amount of anonymity came with a crowd. He relaxed, dropping his guard just a bit. 

They walked from room to room. There was food, all displayed in some ghoulish form or another. There was alcohol of course but not that many people seemed to be drunk yet. The night was young and there was still plenty enough time for that. Vijay's stomach growled and Malcolm laughed. 

"It's okay, you can grab something. I'll be alright." 

Vijay gave him a quick kiss before weaving his way through the crowd. He watched him grab a plate and begin piling food on it. He felt guilty sometimes. Vijay deserved this, he was a social person. It wasn't fair for him to be cooped up all the time because of him. 

There was a lull in the music and he saw something- well, someone- that caught his eye. He knew what the costume was the second Ben came fully into his line of sight. A doctor's coat, slacks, curly brown wig, syringe in hand. His worst nightmare, his greatest fear, his father the infamous serial killer, The Surgeon. 

"So what do you think Whitly? Remind you of anyone?" A cocky smile was plastered on the teens face. 

Malcolm's hands were clenched into tight fists. He ground his teeth. Don't do anything stupid. He's trying to egg you on. Just let it go. 

"I think I got his look down. Well, not what he looks like now. How does he look by the way? I heard you still visit him in the madhouse? Do you have a room ready for you already?"

They had a small crowd growing around them. He wasn't going to give them a show. He wasn't going to yell, or fight. He was outnumbered anyway, Ben traveled in a pack. A trio of boys that made it their life's goal to make sure Malcolm knew how much he was despised. The dim light of the room hid their positions in the growing crowd but he knew they were there waiting to jump on him at any moment. 

"Nothing to say?" 

Malcolm blinked, feeling like he was seeing double. On one side there was Ben in his costume and on the other his father was smiling down at him. He didn't belong here. How did he convince himself that this could possibly be anything other than a disaster. The taste of bile rose in his mouth and he shrank into himself. He didn't. This is why he avoided parties, why avoided people. 

What he hadn't expected was for Vijay to throw the first punch. He hadn't noticed him until his fist made direct contact with Ben's face, knocking him to the floor, his wig comically flopping beside him. 

"The fuck is wrong with you, asshole!" Vijay shouted. "We all know mommy didn't give you enough attention and you'll do anything for your five minutes but seriously, even for you this is in bad taste." 

Ben's buddies made a half hearted grab at Vijay and he struggled from their grip. This wasn't going according to plan and they didn't seem to know if they should be punching him or not.

"It is a pretty tasteless costume," a girl Malcolm didn't know commented. 

"Yeah, like, my aunt's best friend knew someone who was killed. Too soon man." Someone else chimed in. 

Ben licked the blood off his lip, "oh so you're going to side with the freak?"

"Hey man, I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just saying it's a stupid costume." 

Vijay leaned over, to anyone else it looked like he was adjusting his costume but Malcolm saw him slyly picking something up off the floor. "Let's get out of here."

They walked hand in hand, Vijay staring down anyone who looked their way. 

"I'm sorry." His voice wavered. "I'm sorry I ruin everything."

"Malcolm, baby boy," he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight, grounding him, "it's not your fault people are assholes. Plus, we can still have some fun." He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. 

"Who's keys are those?"

"They're Ben's, they flew out of his pocket when I clocked him."

"And what exactly are we going to do with those?"

"We're going to key his fuckin' car with them and then throw them in the river." Malcolm stood on his tip toes and kissed his boyfriend, the man that knew him so very well. 

…

They were in a cab making their way back to campus. 

"I'm sorry our first big holiday together was a bust."

Malcolm turned from the window to look at Vijay's face. "What?" 

The taller boy reached for his hand and wound their fingers together. "I just wanted to do something different. Something special. To- I dunno- to prove to you that things are different now. I won't let anyone hurt you and you're allowed to go out and have fun." 

He had spent the week thinking this entire charade was a bit selfish. Vijay knew he didn't like big crowds or loud music. That he had enough real horror in his life to last him a lifetime. His heart broke a little at the thought of his kind hearted and maybe a little naive boyfriend planning the whole evening out for him. He just wanted one night for Malcolm to feel like a regular teenager and it had almost instantly been ruined. He brought Vijay's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. 

"Y'know, I did have fun. It's not every day you get to key someone's car with their own keys." They laughed together. 

Malcolm's phone buzzed. He checked the screen, a text from Gil. 

"Hey, Gil just got back from taking Ainsley out trick or treating and Jackie made carne asada and homemade tortillas. I know it's not exactly the party we planned for but-" 

"It sounds perfect." 

He tapped the shoulder of their taxi driver and gave him the address. 

…

They sat around the kitchen table, yawning and wiping the sleep from their eyes while Jackie and Gil made breakfast. 

"Oooooh, Malcolm has a hickey!" Ainsley squealed! 

"It's not a hickey," he glanced at Vijay, blushing, "I had a run in with a vampire."

#prodigal son fic #prodigal son fanfic #brandasara #maljay #fanfic #prodigal son fandom #sometimes i write

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A round-up of all the fics I wrote this week to celebrate my one-year tumblr-versary as part of the Prodigal Son fandom. 

Sharing Secrets - Maljay/Brandasara. A small addition to my Corner Table Boys series.

Hey,“ Vijay scooted closer to him and opened his arms for Malcolm to snuggle his way into. “Take your time, there’s no rush.”

Soulmate - A Maljay/Brandasara Soulmate Mark AU. Prompt from @bibright

Malcolm didn’t believe in the concept of a soulmate. Didn’t believe wasn’t exactly the right words for it. He didn’t accept the concept. He’d been to enough crime scenes and seen enough bodies to know that being soulmates didn’t mean much of anything at all.

The Sweater - Malcolm is Smol and I made him steal a sweater.

"You okay kid?" Gil walked in, taking a sweeping look around the room. "I tried calling but you didn't answer so I thought I'd check up on you."

Malcolm rubbed his face, trying to shake the sleep from his head. "Yeah. I'm fine, just trying a new medication routine. I guess I nodded off there for-" he looked at his watch, "four hours or so. Hm."

Weekend Away - A (sad) young Malcolm AU. CW: Animal Death/Suffering, minimal details.

"It's perfect for the kids," his mother said into the phone's receiver animatedly, "Away from it all. We needed this."

Ride Home - A papa Gil fic because I am soft and the boy needs love.

Gill saw it from the corner of his eye, Malcolm's head dipping dangerously close to the desk before snapping back up.

Appendicitis - It’s not just a stomach ache. Prompt from @higherthanakite

"I'm fine, just a stomach ache. Nothing out of the usual. It'll go away."

Dani snorted, not even looking up from the file she was flipping through. "You've been clammy and wincing all day."

Clothes Make The Man - Malcolm’s musings and feelings about his clothing choices.

Clothing was important, a lesson he had learned from his upbringing at a young age. Ainsley teased him about his unusual choice of clothing but he also rarely saw her wear anything other than clothes made by the family’s tailor so she was a hypocrite in her own right.

Apathy - Depression made me do it. 

It was three pm and he was laying in bed. Not that the time particularly mattered. He didn't have anywhere to be. No one to see. No pressing matters to take care of.

It was nice to do something a little special to celebrate this week and what the fandom means to me! Here’s to another year, another season, and hopefully a lot more writing to come!

#Prodigal Son fanfiction #prodigal son fan fic #prodigal son fic #prodigal son #malcolm bright #vijay chandasara #gil arroyo #Ainsley Whitly #dani powell #jt tarmel #Leif's one year celebration #short fic #fanfiction #sometimes i write

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

Last 7 Lines

Thanks for tagging me @bibright 💓

rules: post the last 7 lines of your current wip and tag 7 people to keep it going

This is taken from yet another young Brandasara/Maljay fic I'm working on 💓

They were at a convenience store, the type of place he’d never step foot in before befriending Vijay. His eyes flicked between the half-sleeping man at the register and his friend who was currently stuffing as many candy bars and slim jims into his backpack as physically possible. 

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing?” Vijay rolled his eyes while continuing further down the aisle stuffing a box of frosted animal crackers into the bag. 

Malcolm fidgeted uncomfortably. He had never stolen anything. Well, not on purpose at least. 

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Tagging: @higherthanakite @malcolmbrighteyes @malclombright @malcolmwhumply and anyone else who'd like to because the Tumblr app wont let me tag people!

#7 lines #current wip #malcolm bright #vijay chandasara