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Locked In

13 Days of Halloween: Day 7

Plot: When you and Malcolm agree to help Jessica prepare for her Halloween party, the two of you end up getting locked in the creepy attic together.

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x Gn!reader

Warnings: None~ (except for a somewhat heated kiss towards the end)

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I saw the prompt 'Person A and Person B get locked in a creepy attic together on Halloween.' on a list by @olicitytropes and it inspired this; hope you don't mind me using it~

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You looked around the large familiar house, noting the change in curtains and flowers to match the holiday, and Jessica's upcoming Halloween fundraiser party.

"Y/n, Malcolm! I'm glad you could make it!" Jessica said cheerfully as she met you and Malcolm in the foyer.

"I didn't think I had a choice." Malcolm said with light sarcasm.

"You didn't dear. But Y/n did." She said with a big smile as she looped her arm through yours "Which makes them my favorite, because they chose to come anyway."

You smiled at Malcolm over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him, as you walked further into the house. Malcolm shook his head in amusement as he followed.

"Ainsley is already here, which means she gets to come with me to the store. You two are on attic duty."

"Attic duty?" Malcolm asked, a change in his tone obvious.

"Yes, that's where the boxes of Halloween decorations are."

You looked up "I guess it makes since this place has an attic, I just never thought about it." You said softly before looking over at Malcolm.

"I never go in there, it's creepy." He said motioning is hands.

"Well you have no choice now." Ainsley said as she walked into the room. She met your eyes "Though I do feel bad for you having to go up there."

"Attics don't bother me as much as basements" You commented casually.

"Good! Don't worry, the attic isn't that creepy, Malcolm just doesn't like it because he got locked in there once when he was a kid. Tried to blame it on a ghost."

You looked over at Malcolm who nodded "The door closed by itself. And I was left in there for seven hours."

"Seven hours?" You asked with widened eyes.

He walked up to you, lowering his voice "No one can hear you scream up there."

Jessica smacked him on the arm before she looked over at you "It's fine, just make sure you keep the door propped open!"

"Right. Just keep the door propped open."

"Exactly!"

You looked over at Malcolm who just smiled and shook his head softly. Not long later, the two of you made your way upstairs as Jessica and Ainsley left the house.

"Do I even want to know how many boxes we're gonna have to drag all the way down here?"

"Probably not." He replied as you stopped beneath the attic stairwell.

Looking up the small darkened staircase at the red door, you hummed. "Never mind, that is very creepy."

Slowly making your way into the attic, you let out a small breath of relief as you looked around the fairly clean room. There was only one small, tinted window that let in very little light, leaving most of the room in darkness.

Malcolm pushed a small doorstop underneath the door before he turned to look into the attic. "Smaller than I remember."

"Most things are after you grow up." You commented softly as you flipped the light switch on.

The old light-bulb buzzed on, and sent a yellow-orange glow throughout the room.

Walking over to some boxes that had 'HALLOWEEN' written on it, you patted them.

"At least we don't have to search for them."

Malcolm walked over to the other side of the attic, and tapped some more "There are at least twenty in here"

"Its a big house."

"And she insists every room must have some form of decoration for her parties."

Picking up a mildly heavy box you turned towards Malcolm "I better get an invite if I have to do all this."

He smirked "You want to attend a Halloween party with a bunch of rich lawyers, accountants and white-collar criminals?"

You paused for a moment "Will there be food?"

He chuckled "Yeah, a lot."

You hummed as you left the attic "Might be worth it then."

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Letting out a sigh as you stomped back up the stairs into the attic for the fifth time, you looked at the dozen boxes still left.

"Never mind, invite or not, this is not worth it."

Malcolm stopped beside you as he nodded his head and let out a breath. Making your way back towards the boxes, you stopped as you heard a scratching sound. Looking at each other, you heard a loud creaking, you both recognized to be the sound of a door.

Your eyes widened in sync as you both spun around, to see the attic door quickly sliding closed.

You and Malcolm both rushed as fast as you could to catch it. But it slammed closed, just before you reached it. From the other side, you heard the doorstop bounce down the steps.

Malcolm grabbed the door handle, twisting and turning the knob as he pushed and pulled. As the door refused the budge, he looked back at you and shook his head.

You let out a sigh "Your mom and Ainsely wont be gone long right?"

"They went shopping. They could be gone for days." He said with a deafeated tone.

"Well, I know something you probably didn't have when you got locked in here the first time." He rose his brow as you reached into your pocket. "A phone."

Malcolm nodded his head in realization as he also took his out. You frowned as you read 'no signal'. Trying to use your data, but failing, you looked over a Malcolm. Meeting your gaze he shook his head.

"What is the attic made out of, layers of steal? Even my data isn't working."

Malcolm sighed as he walked over to the widow, trying to open it, before attempting to use his phone again. "Nothing. There must be something up here interfering with it."

"Great...so what do we do now?"

"We could talk about the fact that the door should not have closed, and that this is the second time that has happened!"

"I thought you didn't believe in ghosts?"

He lifted his arms up in defeat "Well I might now."

You let out a chuckle as you sat down on an old chair. "Or it's an old, heavy door Malcolm."

Malcolm shrugged his head as he walked over and sat down in the chair beside you. "Old door or ghosts, we're stuck."

You sighed and nodded your head. "Yup."

As an hour turned into two, and longer, you rifled through another box of decorations out of boredom, you pulled out a large fake spider. Turning it over, you saw a switch. Getting an idea, you glanced over at Malcolm, who was staring down at his phone, and set the spider on the ground. Silently, you switched it on, and watched as the large spider ran towards Malcolm.

Hearing the noise, Malcolm glanced over, letting out a yelp of surprise as he almost fell out of his chair.

As you began to laugh, Malcolm let out a deep breath and shook his head as he attempted to repress his own smile. "Very funny."

"Thank you, thank you." You said with a soft chuckle and fake bow.

Malcolm picked up the spider and turned it off, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure this is the same thing Ainsley used to put in my bed to scare me."

You grinned at this as you began looking through the box some more.

Suddenly hearing a loud bang on the opposite wall, you flinched, as your head snapped towards the sound. Glancing at Malcolm, who looked alarmed as well, turned to meet your gaze.

"Rat?" You asked.

He shrugged his head "Maybe."

Hearing a scraping sound, following by a thud, the two of you stared at the part of the attic engulfed in darkness.

Slowly, Malcolm made his way over, shining his phone into the darkness. You watched in anticipation as he reached behind a box before lifting up an old photo frame.

"Yeah, that's not creepy at all."

Setting it back down he began walking over to you, but stopped when the attic light flickered off.

There was an almost deafening silence for a moment before you stood up. Turning on his phone again, Malcolm walked to the light switch, flicking it up and down, but the light stayed out.

"That's just a creepy coincidence right?"

Walking back over to you, you could just see Malcolm's expression as he nodded "Yeah. Just a creepy coincidence."

As he stopped in front of you, a loud clattered bang came from the dark side of the attic again, as a box toppled over. Gasping as you gripped onto Malcolm's arm, you turned towards the noise.

Malcolm, quickly turning on his phones flashlight, shined the light at the box, and then around the attic.

"Okay. Maybe the attic is haunted." You said in a whisper.

"Told you." He whispered back.

Walking over to the box, you stayed latched onto his arm. Attempting to push the box with his foot, he shook his head "That's way to heavy for a rat to knock over."

You tugged on his arm "Let's go sit by the window where there's some light."

Malcolm glanced over at you, just now realizing how close you were. "Alright." He said softly as you made your way to the window.

You both sat down in your chairs, eyes darting around the attic, both of you expecting something else to happen.

"Talk." You mumbled.

Malcolm looked over at you "What?"

"Talk, so I don't freak out."

"Oh. Okay, uhm....the first year I was allowed to pick my own costume, I wanted to dress as Seymour Krelborn."

You paused for a moment "The guy from Little Shop of Horrors?"

"Yeah. And I tried to convince my parents to dress Ainsley as Audrey II"

"Audrey....the giant plant monster?"

"Yeah.."

You let out a soft chuckle "Did they?"

He nodded and smiled "My mom refused at first, but I finally got my way."

You smiled at him and shook your head as you peered around the attic, still weary. Malcolm continued to watch you.

The two of you were seated next to each other, knee's touching. You were no longer holding onto him out of fear, but your hands were close. He was tempted to take yours in his.

As a car horn sounded outside on the street, you flinched lightly, barely enough to notice. But he did.

"How is such a bad-ass cop so afraid right now?" He asked with a hint of amusement.

You looked over at him "I don't do ghosts. Ghosts aren't tangible like people, I can't shoot them if they're trying to hurt me."

Malcolm chuckled "I'll protect you from the ghost."

You rolled your eye's lightly "Oh yeah, how would you do that?"

"Well. I believe that if ghosts are real, they only have power you give them through being afraid and wanting, or expecting them to show their presence."

"Sooo, you're saying, if I'm not afraid or don't think about them being real, they can't hurt me?"

"Right."

"Well. It was you who put the idea of ghosts in the attic in my head in the first place. So, really, this is your fault?"

Malcolm paused for a moment as a slow smile crossed his face "Yes, I suppose it is."

"Well then, the least you can do is distract me so I stop being afraid."

Your eyes were locked with his, as you smiled, he smiled in return, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a split second.

Hearing a loud thud, you let out a soft gasp. But before you could turn your head to investigate the sound of the noise, you felt Malcolm's hands grasp your face, before his lips pressed against yours.

The kiss seemed eager and rushed, before it became soft and gentle, and then it was over.

As Malcolm pulled away from you, you met his eyes. You were clearly still bewildered, as you muttered out.

"Why did you do that?"

"I was distracting you."

"From the ghosts?"

"Yes."

Malcolm's hands were still on your face as he spoke softly. He had a faint smile on his lips, and he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from flicking to your lips again.

"Sorry. I should have asked first." He said softly as he pulled his hands away.

Your heart was racing, and your ears were burning hot. You shook your head lightly.

"It's okay. It worked, you distracted me." You laughed lightly. "And besides, I- I would have said yes, if you'd asked." Your voice got a little quieter as you spoke, your ears burning.

Malcolm repressed a grin "You would have?"

You nodded and met his eyes "Yeah."

Leaning in a little closer, his eyes fell to your lips briefly. "Then, can I kiss you again?"

You smiled softly as you leaned in a bit as well "Yeah."

Meeting in a soft kiss, Malcolm's hand cupped your face again as you brought your own hand up to his face as well.

Suddenly, hearing a rough bang, as the attic door shook violently, you and Malcolm pulled away from each other with alarmed gasps.

Another bang against the door was followed by the door swinging opening with a loud creaking groan.

Seeing Gil stumble into the room, having forced the door open with his shoulder, you and Malcolm stared at him in confusion.

"Gil?" Malcolm asked with breathy bewilderment.

He nodded at the two of you as he looked around the attic "Hey."

"Hi." You and Malcolm said in unison, as Jessica came into the attic as well.

"Oh thank God, are you two alright? Why didn't you answer any of my messages or calls."

You and Malcolm lifted your phones up a the same time as he spoke "No signal up here."

"Oh. Well, what happened to keeping the door propped open?"

"I'm guessing they tried." Ainsley's voice cold be heard as she appeared a moment later behind Jessica, doorstop in hand.

"Heavy door." You said, glancing at Malcolm briefly.

"Well, I'm glad you two are okay. Once we got back, I saw the boxes down stairs, I thought you two must have finished and gone somewhere, then I couldn't get a hold of you."

"So you called Gil."

"Yes." They said in unison.

"Well, now that that's all over-" Jessica turned and patted Gil's shoulder "You can finish helping with the boxes."

"Wait, what? I'm on duty Jessica, I'm not here-" His voice was perplexed as he began to follow her and Ainsley out, their voices fading as they left.

As the door began to close, you and Malcolm both rushed forward, grabbing it before you got locked in again. Your eyes locked as you smiled in amusement.

After closing the attic door lightly, you left together, heading down the stairs. Halfway down, Malcolm slipped his hand into yours, looking over at him, you shared knowing looks and smiles.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you both stopped dead in your tracks as you heard three loud knocks on the attic door. Your eyes locked before you turned and looked back up the stairs at the closed door.

Malcolm squeezed your hand lightly before you both raced away as fast as you could, knowing neither of you were going back in that room.

xx End xx

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Here's a snippet from Day 9 of Regressuary:

Malcolm exhaled a heavy, exhausted sigh and ran a hand down his face as he climbed up the stairs to his apartment.

It had been a long day at the precinct. The case the NYPD had been saddled with over the past week had finally come to a close today, leaving everyone who worked it practically running on fumes by the time they made it back to the station for debriefing. Gil, Dani, and JT were the only ones who ended up staying behind to finish up their reports.

Malcolm had attempted to stay behind with them to help, but Gil was adamant about him going home, especially since he knew (y/n) was currently staying with the younger man. He also told Malcolm that it would good for him to take a few days off to just unwind and relax and be taken care of. And much as Malcolm had wanted to refute and say that he didn't need it, even he couldn't deny that he could use some downtime with (y/n) looking after him while in headspace.

It had been far too long since they'd last had some quality mama/baby time, anyway.

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By Any Means Chapter 24 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

Long time coming but here's the last chapter!

It was peaceful.

Who knew that dying would feel like this?

The water was cold but somehow that didn’t seem to register fully. The smell of the flowers were dominating your senses. The sickening scent of them would be the last thing you would know. You were vaguely aware of someone pushing you further into the icy water and then you were sinking. Water filling your mouth and lungs. You tried to claw your way back to the surface but the depths had other ideas.

Then you heard it.

The shouting.

The panic in someone’s voice and the splashing as they made their way into the water. Hands curled under your shoulders and you were roughly pulled to the surface and dragged out of the warm. Warm lips were pressed against your forehead and you coughed up the painfully cold water. A blanket, something that should’ve provided warmth and comfort was draped over you, but you felt neither of those things. You rested your head against the person’s chest as they started shouting for help. You looked up at them, their face a blur but slowly coming into view.

“Ma-”

That was all you managed before the darkness claimed you.

*

You let out a groan as you slowly returned to the waking world. A soft beeping greeted you and you closed your eyes at the bright light. You heard someone move next to you and a hand placed itself on your shoulder.

“Easy,” said a familiar voice, “take it easy.”

“Malc?”

You opened your eyes again and looked up into the familiar face of Malcolm. He gave you a small smile but you could see the worry clear in his eyes. You tried to give him a reassuring smile as you propped yourself up but winced as you saw the look on his face. Worry was etched across it and he said,

“I thought I lost you.”

“I-”

You started coughing and rubbed at your throat. Immediately Malcolm poured you a glass of water. He raised it to your lips and said,

“Small sips. Take it easy. You did almost-”

He cut himself off and looked away. You lowered his hand, putting the glass back on the side table. With his hand now free Malcolm linked his fingers with yours.

“Richard?” you asked

“Under arrest.” he replied

“So not dead?”

“No. No. He,” Malcolm cut himself off before saying slowly, “he’s alive.”

“And how long have I been unconscious for?”

The way Malcolm slumped told you that was the wrong question to ask. He ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I thought I lost you,” he said softly, “I’ve lost so many people I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you too.”

“Even though I’m-” you cut yourself off, “I’m me.”

“Yes.”

Your eyes widened at the seriousness in Malcolm’s voice. You propped yourself up further and reached over and cupped Malcolm’s cheek. He leant into your touch and you said softly,

“I definitely think it’s time for me to give up this life.”

“And what will you do?”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll find something. Maybe it’s time to leave New York.”

You and Malcolm locked gazes and for a moment everything seemed to slow down. Then you moved forward and pressed your lips against his. You closed your eyes and Malcolm’s widened. Fuck, maybe you had misread his signals. Just as you were about to pull away Malcolm’s hand moved to the back of your head, keeping you in place. The two of you broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“I love you,” he said, “so please, don’t leave.”

“I don’t know,” you said teasingly, “why don’t you kiss me again and see if you can change my mind.”

*

“There,” you finished taping up the box and put your hands on your hips, “that’s the last of them.”

You looked around Joseph’s empty flat. It felt strange seeing it so empty. You had offered it to George but he didn’t want it. Probably contained too many bad memories for him. Still, it was weird to close this chapter of your life. Malcolm wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a brief kiss against your cheek.

“You alright?” he asked

“I will be.”

“And are you sure you want to do this?”

“Move in with you? Definitely.”

“And the trial-”

“I thought we agreed not to talk about that,” you reminded him, “at least until we’re closer to the date.”

At the sound of a beeping car horn Malcolm bent down and lifted up the last box.

“Come down when you’re ready ok?” he said, “take as much time as you need.”

You pressed a kiss against his lips as he left you alone. You took a deep breath as you did one final walk around your old flat. Malcolm had been so welcoming and understanding which you weren’t quite expecting. Your old life was in the past and it was something you were glad to leave behind. The future was looking bright. You were going to complete your degree and then, well, maybe travel? You almost lost your life and you still had so much of the world to see.

Maybe you could persuade Malcolm to take some time off. He probably needed it.

You stopped at the front door and took one last look at the empty flat. You flicked the light switch off and closed and locked the door.

Time to leave the past in the past and move forward into the light.

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Thinking about Older!Carl Grimes…

Warning(s): Scent kink, best friends to lovers, horny reader, masturbation, fingering, minor knife play, m!dom, f!sub, minor dumbification, one bite, one spank, allusion to rough ass sex. 18+

Perhaps he was the one who found you and brought you to Alexandria? You took your time with trusting him but he was patient. And then you became good– great friends. 

Maybe too great. 

So much so that even though you two longed and burnt for each other every second of everyday, every glance, every conversation, every ‘unintentional’ touch of your hands against one another's, every heavy breath when you would get too close while camouflaging in a mission, neither of you two were brave or confident enough to take the first step.

You weren't sure how it happened. But you needed Carl's approval on something as he had grown into the prodigal son he was destined to be; Alexandria's pride, and now he handled decisions inside the walls.

Most of the Grimes weren't home and Michonne was heading out too but she let you in, assuring you he'd be back any second now. 

You found your aimless way to his room. 

Some of his discarded clothes littered his bed. 

But they weren't what caught your attention. 

His famous hat lay in the middle of his bed. Your eyebrows furrowed because he didn't go anywhere without it. 

Before you knew it, you had picked it up and put it on before you continued to survey his room, playing with the brim using one hand whilst you ran your other hand along all the things in his room that were typical to a young man. 

You didn't know what it was, but the more you touched the empty shells of the different kinds of bullets he had shot, little trophies and souvenirs from his victories, records of the music he liked and so on and so forth... 

The pressure between your legs increased to the point where its heaviness tugged and weighed down your pussy until the adrenaline caused by your carnal impulses was too much for your young body to handle.

You took off the hat and closed your eyes before you dipped your face in its material and took a deep sniff, his musky and manly scent only firing you up more. 

Before you knew it you were clutching the hat against your face like a pervert. The awareness of your actions was stinging you somewhere in the back of your head but you decided it could wait for now. 

Because for now, you were pushing the hat back on your head as you collapsed face first into his bed, breathing in his used clothes and greedily scooping as much as you could grab before bringing them to yourself. You hugged them, you inhaled his scent, you whined and eventually the bottom half of your body began to rub against the mattress. 

In a matter of moments, you had snatched a picture of Carl in which he proudly stood next to his horse off his bedside table and placed it in front of you. Your pants had been unbuckled and pushed down and your shirt lay tossed on the floor as one of his flannels covered you now. The fabric was gentle, warm, comforting and exciting. 

You felt so close to him that when you closed your eyes it felt as though he was there with you. 

“Carl~” you whined as you slipped your fingers between your legs, lowering yourself until your face was inches away from his picture. “Hnng~” you pushed your ass up more and felt your butt cheeks spread because of the position you were in, the stretch causing your holes to feel the minor stretch and emphasize the feeling of their emptiness.

“Oh, Carl, want you so bad…” Your hips rocked in a wanton fashion to simulate intercourse. As if he was right there to hold your hips, pull you open and take you however he pleased. “Won't you touch me, Carl? Aren't we friends?” Your finger glided over your balmy folds. “Don't you like me, Carl, please?” Your legs widened to access yourself better. 

But you had never been good at insertion by yourself. It hurt and didn't feel right and you could barely reach it. 

So it was a good thing that the male in both question and fantasy stood in the doorway, still and silent unbeknownst to your wanton self. 

Carl had heard your heavy moans the moment he had started climbing the staircase. The throaty moans you were letting out had concerned him at first and he had jogged the rest of the steps, knife at the ready. But the sight that had greeted him was so astonishing that the young man had had to blink many times to trust the scene at first; to ensure this wasn't one of the many depraved dreams he would have with you almost every other night. 

“Please, Carl!” You were unaware of his presence as you continued to rub yourself, pinching one of your nipples as you imagined how it would feel if he led you around by a firm hold on your nipples wherever he went.

You were a young and hormonal little thing with an active imagination. 

Carl silently turned around to ensure the house was empty before he entered the room and locked it behind him.

His ears were hot and thumping with the drumming of his heart when he approached you. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with you or where to even start because there was so much he wanted to do at once.

Drink you, eat you, tear you, destroy you, consume you. 

Become one with you. 

“Carl–” you gasp and your eyes snap open when you feel an arm that smells all too familiar snaking around your neck. “Oh–”

“Shhhh,” he shushes you as he pulls you back up with him against his chest so you're on your knees with your back to him. “I've got you, baby” his deep voice grinds all your gears just right and you feel more slick spilling out of you. “Hush now” your cheeks squish from how he has you in a headlock from behind. “And rub that little cunt pretty for me” you try to pull your hand away but his words stop you. 

You feel the flat part of his knife tap against your lips so you open your mouth, unsure but completely confident in Carl's care for your wellbeing. You grunt when you feel his bulge grind against your ass. 

Carl places the knife between your upper and lower teeth before hinting you to clamp it between them by kissing a corner of your mouth. 

“Don't let it fall, or else” the threat accompanies a pinch on your ass and it makes you whine. “You're making too much noise… like a dumb little baby” his fingers glide between the crack of your ass before they reach your quivering entrance. 

Carl chuckles as he tightens the headlock just a little bit before tilting his head so he can kiss and lick at your blushing cheeks. “A fine mess too” his remark with regard to how wet you are makes your pussy clench in a recoiling manner, the crinkled up hole rudely denying his finger an opening. 

So Carl kisses a spot on your soft cheek before he takes a long, lingering lick to prepare it for when he sinks his teeth into your plush skin. Your back arches and you cry out, granting him just enough time to intrude your tight entrance. The knife slips through your teeth and lands on the mattress.

You shudder at how the shapes of his finger scars feel against your tight walls. Carl clicks his tongue with a snort. “Tsk tsk, I just told you not to let it fall” he slaps the knife off the bed before he nuzzles your loud moans into his mattress by pushing you down face first. 

“Just what am I going to do with you, hm, little girl?” The sharp smack he lands on you betrays one's expectation of his strength that his slender frame lets on. 

And so that day you learn the hard way that not every Prince in shining armor is bound to be a gentle lover.

But you for one will never complain. 

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This is another one originally written for my Arkhamverse OC, but I plan to share a reader-insert version of it as well!

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“Be right there, honey!” a voice sings from behind the door; a mocking imitation of a woman’s voice. A voice that isn’t hers. The voice of a man who is supposed to be dead.

Terror—pure, utter, absolute terror—closes its fist around Jason’s heart as his world implodes around him. His hand shoots around his back, trembling fingers groping for the cold steel tucked into the waistband of his jeans. It feels as if he’s moving in slow-motion as he pulls the gun free. 

The door swings open, and he’s greeted by the wide red grin of the man who tortured him for over a year. “The prodigal son returns!”

Jason takes a step back, his pale eyes as round as saucers, gun trembling in his hands. “You… y-you’re dead…”

“Am I? I don’t feel very dead. You really can’t trust anything you read in the news these days. Fake news and all.”

Jason suddenly remembers where he is, and the realization hits him like a punch to the face. He lunges forward and shoves the barrel of his gun into the center of the Clown’s pasty-white forehead.

“Put down that pea-shooter. We both know you won't use it.”

“Where is she?!”

Joker shrugs, completely unfazed by the gun pressed to his forehead. “You must've just missed her. The door was already unlocked when I got here.”

Jason thinks about how he warned her repeatedly to lock her door but she never listened to him.

“I’m not playing your fucking games, Clown. Tell me where she is. NOW.”

“Is this how all of our get-togethers are gonna go? You threatening me with bodily harm, me harming you with bodily harm.”

Jason shoves past him into the apartment. Nothing looks out of place. No signs of a struggle. Smell of her perfume lingers in the air. Jason’s heart is pounding. 

“I already told you, Junior. The princess has left her palace.”

He frantically searches the apartment for her, going from room to room. Looks untouched.

Notices the canvas streaked with crimson paint. Horror wraps cold hands around his throat as the realization hits him. It's not paint. 

Meanwhile, Joker picks up a framed photo of the two of them together. “She's a pretty little thing. (Smears blood across the glass with his thumb) Or was, I should say.”

Jason tackles him onto the floor. Starts strangling him. 

“WHERE IS SHE? I will fucking kill you Clown.”

“Aww, where's the fun in that?” Joker chokes out.

Shoots him in the knee and he just laughs hysterically. Jason can't take it. Crawls off of him, Backs up against a wall. 

“Okay, I'll play. Please tell me she's alive.”

“Of course she's alive, little bird. What kind of a madman do you think I am? I told you before, kiddo. I like to hear them squeal.”

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𝜗𝜚 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

— father charlie mayhew x f!reader

tags – mature content﹒18 +﹒fem!reader﹒oral sex (f!receiving)﹒blasphemy in general

♱ a/n ◞ sorry this is awful. english is not my first language

his hands are resting on your knees, his grip tight like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again. you’ve been absent for weeks—dodging mass, an act to spite your religious parents. but father charlie mayhew has always spoken in your favour, insisting to them that you were “just figuring things out.” but you know that charlie has an interest in you—he always had. lingering touches, the looks that lasted a beat too long, not to mention the way he defended you, even when he shouldn’t. you’re not naive to it.

and maybe that’s why you’re back in church, letting him do this. one final act of rebellion against the religious dogma they’ve forced upon you. dipping his head, charlie kisses the soft flesh of your inner thigh, eyelashes fluttering as he stares up at you. “you have no idea how much i missed you,” the look in his eyes is reverent, almost worshipful. which, given current circumstances is quite laughable.

you say nothing, giving him a saucy little smirk before graciously lifting your hips for him to slide your panties down your legs and past your ankles. you inhale sharply when you feel the pad of his finger push inside, slowly sinking to the knuckle. then inserting another. dragging across your plushy walls before curling against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your head tilt back; staring up at the faint slats of light filtering through the confessional booth’s lattice window, thin lines of shadow crisscrossing against the mahogany ceiling.

this is the closest to heaven i’ll ever be, you realise. with a priest between my thighs.

at the first kitten-lick, your entire world shifts—fracturing into pieces and reforming itself all at once. a moan escapes you when charlie wraps his tongue over your clit and sucks genty, teasing the bundle of sensitive nerves.

another suckle has you clamping your thighs around his head, fingers twisting in his hair.

every one of his movements is executed with finesse and precision, tactfully coordinating between thrusting his finger and licking your cunt until the pressure he’s been coaxing from you finally reaches its peak, exploding like a gentle burst of snowfall. white-hot pleasure engulfs your entire being, blinding in its euphoric intensity. fingers stilling, charlie keeps his tongue flattened his against your clit as it pulsates throughout the glorious orgasm that follows, him lapping away greedily as if a starved man bestowed upon the nectar of god.

the muffled groans and wet slurping noises between your thighs are nothing short of obscene, and yet you’ve never experienced such a deep sense of satisfaction, of freedom in your life. but with him—the man who always urges you to cast propriety aside for indulgence. father charlie, who wears his hubris like armour, who twists scripture to justify every sin you commit together.

perhaps it’s lust, or something close to it. you don’t know him well enough to say it was love, but you’re drawn to him nonetheless, like eve to the apple, like the prodigal son to his rebellion.

he tries to lead you astray, and you let him. every time.

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Snowed In

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x Female Reader

Word Count: 2650

Description: Shameless use of the only one-bed trope starring Malcolm Bright. Gil sends you to pick up some old cold case files from a detective in a town a few hours away and Malcolm accompanies you. What was supposed to be a quick day trip turns into an overnight trip when a blizzard leaves you stranded in the small town.

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“Doesn’t look like the two of you are going anywhere anytime soon, Detective,” Detective Kinzinger said as he caught a glimpse of the snowstorm that had started to rage outside the station walls, “Just received word that the main road out of town was just shut down due to severe conditions.”

“There’s got to be another way out,” you insisted, “We have got to get these files back to our team. We’ve got a serial killer on our hands and we needed to close this case yesterday!”

“Sorry,” Kinzinger apologized, “but any backroads out of town are going to be in even worse condition than the main road. Your best bet is to check into Mrs. Marshall’s bed and breakfast. It’s only a few doors down from here.”

“Malcolm are you okay?” you asked when you noticed him staring out the window, his hand shaking slightly. When he didn’t respond you walked over to stand beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Malcolm?”

Malcolm jumped when he was pulled out of whatever trance he’d been in, “Yeah, sorry,” he gave you an unconvincing smile, “I’m fine.”

“You look exhausted,” you frowned, “What do you say we go and find that bed and breakfast so you can get some rest?”

Malcolm shot a sideways glance at Detective Kinzinger, you could tell he wanted to say that he wasn’t going to risk sleeping without restraints but didn’t want to draw attention from the older man, “Yeah, that sounds great,” he lied.

“Care to point us in the right direction, Detective?” you asked shouldering your messenger bag filled with the copies of the case files you’d been sent for after you’d pulled on your coat.

“Give me a second to put on my coat and I’ll walk you there,” Kinzinger offered, “I wouldn’t want you two to get lost in the blizzard.”

“Thank you,” you smiled politely, “Do you have everything you need Malcolm?”

“Yes,” Malcolm replied as he pulled on his own coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck.

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“Hello, dears,” a kind-looking woman you assumed to be Mrs. Marshall greeted the two of you when you entered the bed and breakfast, stomping the snow from your shoes before entering any further, “Need a room for the night?”

“That would be great,” you replied with a smile, you couldn’t help but feel at ease around the woman. She gave off very heavy grandmotherly vibes, “My partner and I didn’t quite make it out of town before the storm rolled in.”

“You’re not from around here are you?” Mrs. Marshall asked as she pulled out her registration book.

“No, we’re both from New York City,” you replied, “We both work for the NYPD. Our Lieutenant sent us out here to get somethings from Detective Kinzinger for a case.”

“Oh, Jimmy is such a lovely man,” Mrs. Marshall cooed, before she asked, “What name should I put down?”

“Malcolm Bright,” Malcolm spoke for the first time since entering the bed and breakfast.

“And your name dear?” Mrs. Marshall asked after jotting down Malcolm’s name, “I don’t need if for the register, but I don’t want to just call you Mrs. Bright.”

You nearly choked at the assumption that you and Malcolm were married, and you caught a glimpse of his ears reddening but he didn’t say anything, “Uh, it’s Y/n.”

“Well, Y/n,” Mrs. Marshall grinned, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and you too Malcolm. Here’s your room key. You’re in 204. Up the stairs, second door on the right. Let me know if any of your neighbors get a little too noisy. We’re full up now. Lots of people got stranded here by the blizzard just like you.”

“We will,” you replied taking the key from her, “Thank you so much Mrs. Marshall.”

You and Malcolm trudged off in search of your room. Your mind raced as you trailed behind him. Mrs. Marshall had said the two of you had gotten the very last room and you prayed that it had two beds in it, but you had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t going to be the case.

“Well, that answers that question,” Malcolm sighed when he pushed open the door to reveal one full-size bed, “I’ll make up a spot on the floor with the extra blankets and pillow. I’m not going to be sleeping much anyway.”

“We can share the bed,” you said as you brushed past him to deposit your bags on the floor by the bed, “We are both adults, Malcolm.”

“Night terrors remember?” Malcolm reminded you, “I would never forgive myself if I accidentally hurt you.”

“We can debate the bed situation after I take a shower,” you sighed, pulling a t-shirt and shorts from your bag.

“How are you so prepared?” Malcolm asked as he watched you remove a small bag filled with travel-sized toiletries from your bag, “We weren’t planning to stay the night anywhere. I didn’t even know you had that other bag until you grabbed it on the way over here.”

“I always have an emergency bag in my car with a change of work clothes, gym clothes, and shower stuff along with a few other odds and ends,” you replied as you wandered towards the bathroom, “If you look in there, you’ll find a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that should fit you. I planned ahead for you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Malcolm said as he turned to dig through the bag, when he looked back you already had closed the door and he heard the shower turn on a second later.

He went ahead and dressed in the clothes you’d packed for him, surprised to find they fit him perfectly. Once he finished neatly folding his suit, he started making himself a place to sleep on the floor. While he worked, he thought about how much he wished he could share the bed with you.

Which was a foreign feeling to him, he’d never found himself wishing that before. Intimate relationships had never been his forte and it would be unprofessional for him to engage in such a relationship with you. You worked for Gil and Malcolm couldn’t risk compromising your position or his own on the team. Your work was everything to you, just like work was his everything.

“I told you that you didn’t have to sleep on the floor,” Malcolm jumped when he heard your voice. He hadn’t even heard the shower shut off let alone the opening of the bathroom door, “Sorry,” you apologized, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s fine,” Malcolm reassured you, “I was just lost in my own thoughts.”

“Thinking about the case?” you asked running a towel through your hair to wring out as much of the water as you could.

“Yeah,” Malcolm said, you could tell he was lying but decided not to push the issue.

“I’m glad those fit,” you gestured to the sweats, “I was guessing when I packed them.”

“Where did you even get them?” Malcolm asked tugging at the hem of the shirt.

“Pulled them out of the lost and found at the station,” you shrugged, “They’re clean. I washed them when I went home to take care of my cat before we left.”

“Thank you,” Malcolm said.

“You’re welcome,” you gave him a small smile, “I-,”

You froze when the lights in the room went out.

“Well that can’t be good,” Malcolm said as he reached around for his phone to use the flashlight feature.

“Blizzard probably knocked the power out,” you said turning on the light on your phone, beating him by a second, “I’ll go check in with Mrs. Marshall. She might have some candles or something we can use so we don’t drain our phones before bed.”

“Sounds good,” Malcolm said as he sank into the armchair that was in the corner to wait for your return.

“She could only spare a couple of candles,” you announced when you returned, “Seemed like everyone else in this place had the same idea. Thankfully she thought we were so nice and cute together that she offered us a few extra blankets.”

You held up the pile of blankets, “She said when the power goes out like this it’s usually for several hours so it’s likely gonna get cold in here given how old the building is.”

“Well, I guess we’re in for a long night,” Malcolm sighed, looking forlornly at the sad arrangement he’d made on the floor.

“If you think you’re going to be laying on the floor all night with the heat out you’re crazy,” you informed him, “I don’t care if you actually sleep or not. You’re going to lay in the real bed.”

“I can’t… I mean we shouldn’t…” Malcolm stammered nervously.

“Malcolm, we’re adults and the heat is out,” you said, “It would be absolutely ridiculous for you to sleep on the floor at this point. Besides, I trust you. You’ve saved my life a few times now.”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer,” Malcolm chuckled, “Are you?”

“Absolutely not,” you said stubbornly, “Now get your butt in bed. There’s not much we can do at this point so we might as well try and stay warm while we can and if you’re that worried about impropriety you can sleep on top of one of the blankets so that there’s a layer between us.”

“Alright,” Malcolm conceded, “you get in first.”

“Fine,” you said. Once you layered the extra blankets on top of the bed, you climbed into the bed and snuggled into the soft mattress, your head sinking comfortably into the down pillow.

Malcolm stood hesitantly on his side of the bed.

“Good lord, Malcolm,” you rolled your eyes, “You’ve faced down cold-blooded killers and your own father, and you’re scared to share a bed with a girl?”

Malcolm wanted to say that he wasn’t scared to share a bed with a girl, he’d done it before. He’d simply never felt the way about the girl in the bed the way he feels about you, “What if Gil or the rest of the team finds out?”

“If it makes you feel better, I won’t tell if you don’t,” you promised, “We can tell them we had separate rooms.”

“Okay,” Malcolm sighed and finally slid into the bed, making sure to leave a blanket between you and him.

“Is it safe to assume you’re going to lie awake all night?” you asked as you rolled onto your side to face him.

“Oh yes,” Malcolm nodded, not that you could really see it since it was so dark in the room.

“Well, I’m going to get some sleep,” you said, “It’s been a long day.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Malcolm said.

“Goodnight, Malcolm,” you yawned and rolled back to your other side so that you were facing away. It didn’t take long before you drifted off.

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Several hours later you woke up, but you weren’t sure why. It was still pitch-black outside, and you could hear the wind howling violently. Then, you heard the muttering.

You shot up in the bed quickly grabbing your phone off the nightstand to light up the room. When you looked back towards Malcolm, you saw that he’d fallen asleep, but his face was contorted with fear. He was trapped in one of his night terrors.

“Malcolm!” you shook his shoulder, you briefly considered that it might not be a good idea to wake him up too roughly, but you couldn’t leave him trapped in his own mind like that. You’d seen how quickly they could escalate when he’d tackled Dani in the station during his first case.

“No, stop,” Malcolm whimpered, “Don’t… Don’t hurt her.”

“Malcolm!” you said louder this time, still shaking his shoulder, “Come on, Malcolm, wake up!”

“Stop, don’t… don’t do it!” Malcolm's pleas grew louder and more urgent and he started to toss and jerk.

“Dammit, Malcolm,” you cursed, “This is probably going to hurt.”

You pulled your arm back and proceeded to give him a solid punch to the gut.

“NO!” Malcolm howled as he bolted upright in the bed, but his eyes flew open finally free from the nightmare, but they were still wild as he struggled to regain his bearings.

“Hey, you’re alright. You’re safe,” you said gently grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to you, wrapping him in a reassuring embrace, “It was just a nightmare.”

“Y/n?” Malcolm whimpered into your shoulder slowly coming back to his senses.

“Yeah, I’m here, Malcolm,” you rubbed his back, “You’re okay. We’re in Mrs. Marshall’s bed and breakfast. Remember? We got stuck here because of the blizzard.”

“I-I remember,” Malcolm stammered, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” you asked as he pulled away. Thanks to the dim light your phone provided, you could see the fear still etched across his face, whatever he’d been seeing wasn’t good.

“I woke you up,” Malcolm cleared his throat, “and I could have hurt you.”

“But you didn’t,” you pointed out, “I woke up in time. I was awake before you even started to thrash around.”

“You should try to get some more sleep,” Malcolm said as he tossed the blankets aside and started to get out of the bed.

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist as he stood up, “Where do you think you’re going?” “I can’t stay in the bed,” he said, “It’s pretty clear I can’t be trusted to stay awake and I’m not going to risk hurting you.”

“It’s freezing in here, Malcolm,” you argued, “Just lie back down. We’ll both stay awake this time. We can talk.”

“No, you should get more sleep,” Malcolm repeated his earlier sentiment.

“I got plenty of sleep,” you lied, “Besides, my adrenaline is rushing now. I wouldn’t be able to at this point. Now get back under the covers.”

“Fine,” Malcolm sighed and slid back under the blankets. In his exhaustion, he didn’t notice that he’d failed to keep one blanket between the two of you. You noticed but decided not to say anything. You really didn’t mind in the first place, “So what should we talk about?”

“What was it like working for the FBI?” you asked as you reached over to shut off the phone light.

“Well, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds,” he said as you turned back around and slid back down into the blankets next to him.

“Tell me anyway,” you said.

The two of you spent a couple of hours swapping stories back and forth before you both succumbed to sleep once again. Neither of you meant to but it just happened.

The next time you woke up you found yourself wrapped in Malcolm’s arms tucked securely against his chest. Your first thought was to pull away, but then you noticed how he was holding you. It was almost as if he was clinging to you for comfort like a child would their teddy bear.

You smiled when you realized that he was sleeping rather soundly and couldn’t bring yourself to risk waking him up. So, you closed your eyes again, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep.

After all, you were snowed in. The two of you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon and you had to admit, being wrapped in Malcolm’s arms was rather nice.

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A/N: Hello, loves! Hope you enjoyed this little fic. I promise that I’m still working on my last three Good Omens requests. Unfortunately, I got way off track in the one I was working on so I had to start over so it probably won’t be ready tomorrow. Thank you all so much for your patience.

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By Any Means Chapter 23 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

“I don’t think you and Joseph fully understood how much you fucked over my life,” said Dick conversationally, “I just wanted a normal life and then you two had to come in and ruin it.”

“You could’ve said no,” you muttered weakly, “you didn’t have to-”

“Yes I did,” hissed Dick, “you think that Joseph would just let someone walk away after introducing them to his world? I had no choice.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do,” Dick’s voice broke slightly but he quickly coughed and covered it up, “you always wanted to be part of this.”

“It was good money.”

“You have no love of art.”

“You bastard-”

You tried to punch him but you were still too weak. You fell limply into the water again and Dick just grimaced. He continued to lay flowers down and said,

“Despite what it may seem like, I don’t hate you. I didn’t want you to wake up. For you to just slip into a sleep that you wouldn’t wake up from.”

“You could just let me go.”

“No. You see, you have to go in order for me to be free from this life.”

“Why?”

“Because you were meant to be there when Joseph had his heart attack,” Dick said bitterly, “if you weren’t sick then it would’ve been you that saw what happened to him. It would’ve been you that feels this way.”

“You got him out,” you said, “you got him to a hospital.”

“He still died.”

“He would’ve died-”

“Don’t you finish that fucking sentence,” Dick snapped, “don’t you fucking dare. This is what I need to do and then I can rest easy.”

*

“You think she’s going to die?” asked Dani

“Yes,” Malcolm said as he ran about your flat, “I do. This is all my fault.”

By now they were all in your flat. Malcolm was practically tearing it apart for any clues that might help him find you. He couldn’t let you die. He wouldn’t let you die. He wouldn’t let anyone else he cared about get hurt.

“Look kid,” Gil gripped Malcolm’s shoulders, “take it easy. You won’t be of any help to l/n in this state.”

“If you’re convinced that Richard is the killer then why are we at your girlfriend’s apartment?” asked JT, “why aren’t we at his?”

“Because,” Malcolm said, ignoring the comment about you being his girlfriend, “he kills people in a manner that is relevant to them. Paintings that are linked to his victims. We’ll find that here. We just need to keep looking.”

“But l/n is an art student,” said Dani, “there’s got to be hundreds of painting related things in her flats.”

“No,” Malcolm shook his head, “no it’ll be something… I’ll know it when I see it. Please, we’ve got to continue looking. We’re wasting time!”

Malcolm pulled himself free from Gil’s grip and began to look through your flat again. Gil nodded at Dani and JT and they joined in the search, although with less enthusiasm than Malcolm. Malcolm paused when he reached one of your sketch books. You usually let him flick through them but that one you didn’t. You would slap his hand away and give him a teasing smile.

“Just another secret of mine,” you’d say, “to add to the collection.”

Still, Malcolm was sure that you’d forgive him if it meant he’d save your life. Malcolm took a deep breath and opened the book. At first it just looked like another one of your sketch books. However, the further Malcolm got through it, the more he realised what the drawings were of.

“You found something there, kid?” asked Gil

“Yes.”

“Fucking hell,” said JT as he looked over Malcolm’s shoulder, “those are-”

“Drawings of the murder portraits,” finished Malcolm, “which must mean…”

He turned over the page and grimaced. He trailed a finger over the drawing. A copy of the painting of Ophelia.

“I wonder,” he said, “what made her change the location of it.”

“You recognise it?” asked Gil

“Yes, don’t you?” Malcolm threw the book to the side and bolted towards the door, “now we’ve got to hurry. We still might be able to save her!”

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I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

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You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

 Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

 After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

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[gatefleet]

this is hella cute

Cozy Winter Evening

12 Days of Christmas: Day 5

Plot: You and Malcolm take a break from crime and death to have a cozy Christmas movie marathon.

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None~

Words: 768; short and sweet

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"Got the cookies?" Malcolm asked as he stirred the hot cocoa.

Setting the cookies onto a small dish you grinned "Yep, and they're perfect." You looked over at him and smiled "Ready?"

He smiled and nodded, following you back into the living room. Malcolm smiled at your obvious giddiness as you set the cookies down.

You had been looking forward to tonight for over a week. It got pushed back due to a murder case, but now you finally had your evening to relax and watch Christmas movies.

Sitting on the couch, he chuckled as he lifted the pile of blankets you brought with you "Think we have enough?"

"Not nearly" You said jokingly as you sat beside him, grabbing the blankets and lying them across you.

As you cuddled into Malcolm's side, he stretched his arm back across the couch behind you. The fireplace was crackling nearby as the rain pattered lightly outside.

Grabbing the remote you hummed "Alright, which one first?"

Malcolm shrugged "Home Alone?"

"Or Elf? Which I cannot believe you have never seen."

He shrugged his head "Eh, I wasn't too into Christmas at the time."

"That's fair" You commented before you looked over at him "Elf, Home Alone, and then How the Grinch Stole Christmas?"

"What about Die Hard?"

You tilted your head "We're not watching Die Hard, Malcolm."

"It's a Christmas movie!"

"Not a cozy night on the couch Christmas movie" You laughed.

He pouted playfully and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, we can watch Die Hard, if, we watch a Muppet's Christmas Carol too."

Malcolm tilted his head back as he stared at you for a moment, contemplating your offer. Letting out a soft smile he nodded "Deal."

You grinned as you turned back to the tv "But we're still watching Elf first."

He chuckled as he looked at you adoringly, "Fine with me."

Three movies, Chinese take out, and too many eaten Christmas cookies later, you stretched as you stood up from the couch as the credits rolled.

"Die Hard next right?"

You looked down at him before placing out your closed fist "One round. Winner get's to pick."

Malcolm eyed your hand and smirked "Alright."

Reaching out his own fist, you locked yes before you began moving your hands, and speaking in sync.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot!"

Seeing Malcolm's fist remain closed, as your fingers shot out, you let out a groan as he fist pumped "Yes!"

"Alright alright, Die Hard next" You said with a pout, but your tone gave away your amusement. "I'm gonna get some more cocoa first, do you want some."

Handing you his mug he smiled "Yes please."

Walking towards the kitchen, your eyes passed over the window. Stopping, you let out a soft gasp "It's snowing!"

Malcolm looked over at you before looking out the window, seeing the soft snow replacing the previous rain drops.

Getting up, he walked over to where you were now in front of the window. The small flakes melted as they hit the street below, but you still smiled brightly at the sight of them.

"First snow of the season." Malcolm said softly.

"Now it really feels like Christmas" You said with a smile.

Malcolm looked over at your face, seeing the obvious glee in the wrinkles at your eyes. No matter how many winters you saw, you always loved the first snow.

Malcolm really took in how he was feeling for the first time as he watched you. At first he did not feel the Christmas spirit, after everything that had been happening in his life. But you came bustling into his house with decorations and a tree. Even bringing decorations for Sunshine's cage.

You made him cocoa, and cookies and made him watch Christmas movies, and he loved every minute of it. In between the uncertainty and drama in his life, there was always you. And just as you looked at the first snow in awe, he looked at you the same way.

Reaching over, he rested his hand on your back as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

After another moment of watching the snow in silence, he finally broke the silence with an amused smile. "Okay, now go get the cocoa, John McClane is waiting."

You let out a soft laugh as you stepped away from the window "Alright, alright, sheesh. You and your Die Hard." You finished jokingly under your breath as you headed into the kitchen.

Malcolm watched you for another moment, with a grin on his face., before he returned to the couch and your ridiculous amount of blankets.

xx End xx

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Designer Shades Part 2

Summary: (Y/N) Bateman has to deal with the police more often than they'd like to.

Trigger warnings : rats (mentioned), murder and corpses (mentioned), kidnapping (mentioned), mental illness, self destructive behavior, suicidal tendencies, nightmares, Patrick Bateman (mentioned), interrogation room, being arrested

A/N: I wrote this at midnight and mashed it together with something that sat in my documents for at least 4 months already. Enjoy.

"Would you mind telling me what this is about, Lieutenant", (Y/N) wasn't used to interrogation rooms, but not a stranger to them either and this had to happen at some point.

"We're investigating the kidnapping and murder of three girls who all worked for an Escort service. I'd just like to ask you a few questions. Now, how old are you?"

"I'm 27", almost 28 though.

"Alright, where did you go to school?"

"Harvard. I graduated Harvard Business school too"

"Do you know a girl called Leslie Smith?"

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…but may I ask why I would have to be interviewed for this case? It has nothing to do with me", oh (Y/N), you know the answer.

"One of the girls was murdered with a chainsaw that got dropped onto her"

"And just because my father insists that almost 30 years ago he did that to Christie you think that I did the same now?", (Y/N) got progressively angry. They started to repeatedly hit their index finger against the wooden table at a rapid speed.

"It's a common procedure", Gil got a bit irritated by their reaction. (Y/N) 's leg was now rapidly bouncing too.

"Listen, (Y/N). It's a fact that you inherited many of your fathers traits and you have a criminal record", Gil had an empathetic look on his face.

"It's true, Lieutenant. I have a lot in common with my father. I experience horrible mood swings, anxiety, I see things that are not there, I get overwhelmed and angry, I thought about throwing myself into the Hudson more than once and I wear Ray-Bans. However I also have a lot in common with my mother and this includes that I'm definitely not a murderer", (Y/N) hated the way they got treated, they weren't a criminal just because they were mentally ill.

"Alright, would you mind telling me where you work these days? You left Pierce & Pierce quite some time ago", Gil wasn't done here.

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"Gil, I don't know what to tell you. I don't know why I'm here", (Y/N) was no stranger to interrogation rooms and right now they would rather be anywhere else. The only positive aspect of this situation was that Gil was the one interrogating them.

"You're here because you're a suspect. We're interrogating the case of Katie Sanders. She's been killed with a chainsaw and afterwards left in her closet with a rat. The rat has been used to get rid of the corpse", Gil layed out a photo of the crime scene on the table. (Y/N) stared at the photo and started drumming their fingers on the edge of the table: "What makes me a suspect? I don't know her and I'm sure one rat isn't enough to get rid of a whole corpse. There is no perfect way to get rid of a corpse, something is always going to be found and then someone will try to find the killer and eventually arrest them. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that. I'm very sorry that she has been murdered but I don't understand why I'm being accused".

"I'm going to be honest here, there is no real evidence for you being the murderer, but the scene looks like something that your father could have done and the crime happened near your living area", Gil looked at (Y/N) apologetically, but (Y/N) started to get uncomfortable and angry at the situation. They were going to miss their date with Ainsley, forgot their coat at Jean's place and the interrogation room didn't help either.

"You know what, I'm done with this. Just lock me up already. Hand me over to whoever you want. If I'm just an exact copy of my dad just lock me up already. Restrain me, mess me up with more meds or just stop treating me for my multiple disorders and wait until I end this myself. I'm done", it had been the third time that this had happened this year and (Y/N) had enough. "Look, I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you, but I have to follow every lead", Gil was just doing his job, but sometimes he really hated it.

"This is getting ridiculous and you know it. Why do people like torturing me like this. Gil, I tried to understand why people act like this towards me and at some point in my life I thought I deserved this, but I don't. My father is a serial killer. That doesn't mean that I'm one. I see things that aren't there, I get flashbacks and every light constantly blinds me. I wear sunglasses the whole day, even at night. I used to take drugs and I recovered. I have enough trauma that it might as well be enough for ten people and I'm neurotic and I can't sleep. All of this doesn't mean that I go around murdering people", (Y/N) stopped talking and started excessively scratching their arm. Gil proceeded to grab (Y/N)s hands but they retreated to sitting on their hand instead before Gil could reach them.

"I know you're not a murderer but for your own sake I need you to tell me what you did last Thursday night between 3 and 4 in the morning", Gil looked at (Y/N) like a teacher who begs their student to say a sentence at least so they don't have to mark down an F in the oral exam.

"I don't remember, but I was with Ainsley. You can ask her", Ainsley would confirm this and get (Y/N) out of here. "Alright, I'll ask her. Why don't you remember?", Gil knew the reason, but he wanted to be sure. "Some days I barely remember my own breakfast, it's very bold of you to assume I remember what I did while having an episode".

So Gil called Ainsley to the station. They sat down in Gils office and Gil got straight to the point: "Ainsley, I need you to confirm that (Y/N) was with you last Thursday night". "And once I did, will they be allowed to go home with me?", (Y/N) had been held in the interrogation room far too long for Ainsleys liking. "I promise you can take them home afterwards, but you need to explain what happened that night in detail", Gil mentally prepared for a long story already. "(Y/N) spent the entirety of Thursday and Friday with me. They were having a rough time".

This Thursday had been particularly exhausting. (Y/N) was stressed out and extremely cautious of their surroundings. Ainsley had picked them up from the office after work. They both sat down and watched Shutter Island while eating toast with cream cheese. Afterwards (Y/N) told Ainsley that sometimes they felt like society would treat them the exact same way they treated the main character. They knew that Ainsley understood what they meant. After the movie had finished they got ready for bed. Ainsley woke up again at midnight and stayed awake until 6 am because (Y/N) was shaking in their sleep. (Y/N) kept waking up from nightmares and by 8 am Ainsley left for work, not without letting (Y/N)s boss know that they were sick and wouldn't come to the office. She called Jean. Jean came to pick up (Y/N) at 8:30 am.

"So (Y/N) was in no condition to murder someone that night", Gil regretted his choice of words the second they had left his mouth. "(Y/N) was with me the entire night, I didn't take my eyes off of them in case they needed help. Can we please go home now?", Ainsley started to get impatient.

[bagelbright-tok]

Aspire To be

Hi honey!! I saw that your request were open and I had an idea. I really liked the imagine about Malcolm Bright and having an aunt. I was wondering if you could do more of that, but maybe this time Malcolm does know her and they actually like each other and maybe she helps him on a case instead or with Martin? If not it’s completely okay, I love your work tho!! Thanks sweets ❤❤

Requested By: @atjafshelby

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A/N: Thank you so much for your support! I really appreciate your comments and request! That aunt fiction is one of my least popular fics. I hardly expected anyone to enjoy it and even be inspired by it! Again, thank you! I decided to do a similar thing I did for that last imagine. This is a one-shot and does not really correlate with any other Prodigal Son episode. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for your patience as well! I apologize if it seems sloppy at the end. I just wanted to get this out for you and tended to get sidetracked. _

Finally getting themselves a line of suspects for this crime, Malcolm realizes he might need more than his own profiling skills. Malcolm also has a person in mind who could help… Gil doesn’t agree with Malcolm’s decision, especially when the profiler’s mind has been altered recently. How could Malcolm Bright not go to the person that inspired him?

Malcolm Bright/Whitly x Aunt!Reader [Platonic]

Word Count: 3289 Warning(s): Mentions of murder, mind fog, insomnia, mentions of trauma, attempted murder, drug abuse, swearing, did not double check anything __

Some Good Things in Life __

“Whaddya got kid?” Gil nodded towards Malcolm, hands on hip, and a grin plastered on his already smug face. Gil was already confident in Malcolm’s ability. This would be a piece of cake for the profiler.

Malcolm shook his head. He was confused. This murder took two weeks to have suspects. Even then, they only had four suspects. There was something wrong, though. Malcolm couldn’t get a read on any of them. Their tones and words led Malcolm to many different directions. Malcolm also did not have the right state of mind, having skipped almost a week’s worth of sleep. “Nothing..”

Even he was surprised by his incompetence.

Gil lightly extended his head out towards Malcolm, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What?” He crossed his arms and returned his head to his shoulders. Gil’s eyebrows were now knitted together in concern and were no longer widened. “What do you mean?”

“I… I can’t get a read on them.” Malcolm finally admitted, his shoulders falling down in defeat. He left out a deep sigh and brought his hands to his eyes to rub. Why couldn’t he think straight? “It’s like my mind is just- just covered in fog.” Malcolm motioned to his head, wildly using his index of his right hand to press into his temple.

Gil sighed, looked down at the floor, and unfolded his arms. Taking a few steps towards the NYPD Profiler, Gil placed his hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. “Go home, kid. It’s late and you need to sleep.” Gil was always the father figure that Malcolm needed. Malcolm understood the lieutenant’s concern, but couldn’t help not sleeping. Especially as of late.

Malcolm couldn’t say no. He shrugged his shoulder and peered into Gil’s eyes with his own tired and hazy blue ones. He nodded lightly, closing his mouth and shaping it into a half smile. “Alright..”

*** And with that, the insomniac ventured restlessly to his humble abode. Despite his hazy mind, he drove himself back to his place. On the way over, going through New York’s evening traffic, Malcolm had an idea. Recklessly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached who he wanted. Tapping and putting the phone up to his ear, waiting for them to answer, he shook his leg anxiously. “Hello?” The voice came through, asking curiously.

“Hey! Long time no talk.” Malcolm was smiling, but the person on the other end couldn’t possibly see it. However, it was obvious that they could hear his happiness to be talking to them. “Malcolm? Hey! Where the hell did you disappear to?” They chuckled. “Thought there was a new Bermuda triangle only taking the cool people.” They stated sarcastically.

Malcolm laughed at their joke, shaking his head. “No. I actually got back in New York a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I forgot to tell you.” Malcolm cleared his throat and before the person on the other end of the call could respond, he continued. “Anyways, I could use some help…” “O-Oh? Help? Of course, what do you need?” Malcolm could hear them move from one spot to another. “Some… Some advice. You are still a body language specialist, right?” “Yeah. Need me to do some interrogating?” They chuckled, joking.

“Uh- Yes. Yes, actually..”

“Oh-”

“Could you meet me at my place? I’ll send you the address. If you get there before me, you can let yourself in. There’s a spare key buried in the plant outside.” Malcolm explained, stopping at yet another red light. Traffic had been bad due to another accident happening nearby.

“Of course!” It was obvious that Malcolm and this person were besties and hadn’t encountered one another in a long while. “I’ll get my bag and head out once I have the address.” “Thank you, so much. I’ll see you in a bit.” Malcolm gave a quite breathy chuckle. “Cya!” And with that, the call ended. Malcolm felt a little better. His mood improved, for sure. Malcolm’s shoulders were no longer held up but instead were slouched down. His neutral and tired face was now a happier tired face. Malcolm took note of how he would just have to tell Gil when he got home that he’d be getting some help. Help from someone they both knew. ***

Damn this headache. Malcolm could feel a dull pain in his head as he entered his home. Despite the pain being dull, he felt it making him weaker and even slightly dizzy. Malcolm simply shook the pain away and shut the door behind him. He tried to reach the door, but couldn’t. When he looked behind himself to see why, the door was already shut. His eyes burrowed in confusion. Again, he shook away the confusion and began to text Gil about what he was doing. Now, though, Malcolm couldn’t just shake off whatever was happening to him. He felt nauseous and he felt out of breath. He tried getting back to his phone to call Gil instead. Malcolm instead found that his vision had blurred. He blinked and blinked, even rubbed his eyes, but his blurred vision only got worse. He began to panic now. Something was definitely wrong. Malcolm tried to identify what could be going on, but still, his mind was elsewhere. Malcolm could barely even hear as someone entered his home.

“Malcolm?” The familiar voice could barely be heard as it echoed in his house and in his head. “Malcolm!”

This exclamatory statement of his name was not that of excitement. It was of concern, confusion, and despair. As far as Malcolm knew, he was standing. As far as his visitor was concerned, he was on the ground, unconscious. ***

“What did you do?” Gil asked angrily and accusatorily. He pointed at [Y/N], who responded by leaning back away from his finger. “Me?! Excuse you. I called an ambulance! Maybe next time, I shouldn’t?” [Y/N] argued back, leaning forward into Gil’s finger and raising her hands to her sides, palms up and fingers spread out. Her face was scrunched with anger. Her usual glowing and calm [E/C] orbs were now burning a hole into Gil. Her graying [H/C] hair was standing up due to the sheer frustration she was feeling. This wouldn’t be the first time someone accused her of something horrific due to her past. [Y/N] Bright [L/N]. Also known as [Y/N] Whitly, younger sister to Dr. Martin Whitly. In other words, Malcolm’s favorite aunt and the individual he had called for help in the case. The lady that had found him unconscious in his own home and called authorities. It was because of [Y/N] that Malcolm was in a hospital and not dead. It wasn’t just Gil there for Malcolm, there was also Jessica and Ainsley. Jessica had refused to talk to [Y/N], she never understood how or why Malcolm had taken a favorability to her. Ainsley wasn’t anything but rude to her, and made it clear she did not like her. Summary; All of [Y/N]’s fans were gathered in one place where they were called in an emergency because someone dear to them had almost died. “What were you even doing in Malcolm’s place?” Ainsley’s hollow eyes stared at [Y/N] with pure hatred. Like someone with unlimited darts, trying to get a high score.

“He called me to come over. Sent me his address and told me about the spare key in some weird ass plant outside his place.” [Y/N] swiftly explained herself, keeping her arms open. Her feet however, were closed and pointing away from both Gil and Ainsley. She really did not want to be there, being questioned. “He wanted me to help with some interrogating.”

“You-?” Gil erected his index again at [Y/N], now eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re the help Malcolm called for?” “Why would anyone go to you for help?” “I feel extremely uncomfortable right now!” [Y/N] declared, slapping her hands down to her sides. “I am just here to help with whatever Malcolm needs!” “Just drop it you three!” Jessica finally whisper yelled at them. “My son could have died and you are worried about-.. Her.”

The disdain in her voice as she referred to [Y/N] really set it in for the body language specialist. Nothing she could say would make them think any better of her. Not even if Malcolm were to explain the same thing she did. So, [Y/N] easily decided it would be easier to just sit down and give up the arguing. She felt like a kid once again, forced to keep quiet when faced with authority. She hated it. Gil would never allow for her to help unless Malcolm really made a good pitch to the lieutenant. Then again, when would Malcolm wake up? *** Malcolm was given a diagnosis fairly quickly. Carbon Monoxide poisoning that had been going on for over a week. It was a miracle he had gone so long without anyone noticing the symptoms. Despite the supposed long sleep he was to be put under, Malcolm found a way to wake himself up with his own brain. Waking up with a loud scream as a nurse ran out to get a doctor, and Gil and [Y/N] rushed in with concern. “Malcolm!” Both older individuals shouted at the once unconscious profiler. While the relief was mutual, so was the concern.

“Gil? [Y/N]? Where am I? What happened? How-” Malcolm was confused but mostly scared as well. One moment he was home and the next he was isolated by white walls and repetitive beeping.

[Y/N] made the first move. She steadily and smoothly moved closer to Malcolm’s bedside. She took a deep and obvious breath, straightening her back and lifting her hands with her as she inhaled. A similar action was taken during the exhale; obvious, she lowered herself back onto her feet, and lowered her hands. Although Malcolm was not having a panic attack, it could escalate and [Y/N] wasn’t having it. Gil followed afterwards. Malcolm mimicked [Y/N] in taking deep breaths and calming down. “Are you okay, Malcolm?” [Y/N] asked in a calmer voice.

“Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.” Malcolm buried his face into his hands. “Was I poisoned?”

With his brain working fine, he was able to remember his symptoms. It was unnatural.

“Yeah, in a sense.” Gil responded this time. “A week long exposure to carbon monoxide.”

“A week?” Malcolm removed his hands from his face and peered at Gil and [Y/N]. “Isn’t that around the time this case started?”

Now both Gil and [Y/N] were horrified. What was thought to be an accident, a simple leak in the home, now was a potential case of attempted murder. Whoever was the murderer in their case, knew Malcolm would be a problem and so tried removing him as an obstacle. [Y/N] and Gil took a glance at each other. Despite their… awkward relationship, they knew they had to work together on this one. Malcolm couldn’t leave the hospital, and couldn’t work on the case. His life was in danger and the safest place would be where he was.

***

“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” Gil told [Y/N] with a threatening tone.

“Why not two?” [Y/N] chuckled, entering the observation room sat right next to the interview room. Gil just gave a harsh squint. “Not a time for jokes, got it.”

“It was hard to get the suspects back. We’d released them last night because we had them held for too long.” Gil changed the subject swiftly, viewing into the room where they had the suspects. “We were only able to get them back in because Malcolm almost died last night, when he released them all.”

“It’s clear that all of them are upset that they are back. No profiling is needed for that.” [Y/N] noted this behaviour. “All of them are anxious and nervous. Crossed arms, tapping feet, rapid blinking.”

“All of them are suspicious?” Gil pondered curiously.

“Not necessarily. They are just nervous about being back. The idea of being falsely accused looms over them.” [Y/N] continued to scan the room, finally noticing some odd behaviour. She pointed at a man slightly separated from everyone else. “He, however, is a lot more confident than everyone else.”

“His arms are crossed too.” Gil pointed out, looking at [Y/N] with suspicion.

“Yes, but he is leaning against the wall. He is more relaxed. His lips are slightly parted, unlike everyone else’s compressed or pursed lips.” [Y/N] began her analyzing out loud, forgetting anyone was in the room. “His breathing patterns are very alike to everyone’s. Their breathings are picked up due to their nervousness. His picked up pace is because of excitement, though.”

“He’s leaning against a wall. How in the hell did you get all of that off of him?” Gil was just as curious as he would be if it were Malcolm profiling. It was just as mind boggling as when he profiled Carter Berkhead.

“A magician never reveals his secrets, Gil.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Was Malcolm in the interrogation room when they were all interrogated?”

“Yeah. He wanted to be close to profile.” Gil answered, not as confused now knowing that every question and answer would help.

“Splendid. This will make it far easier.” [Y/N]’s [E/C] orbs glimmered in amusement. Her smile was one that Gil had seen before. It was Malcolm’s smile, but it was one he’d seen on Martin’s face too. “I need you to repeat what you did yesterday. Question them in the same order with the same questions.”

Gil nodded. Just as he was warming up to her, some thought came in and set him back to his place. First and foremost, officers came and rounded everyone up. The interrogation began again. This time, it was just Dani, JT, and Gil. Malcolm wasn’t there. If [Y/N] was correct, the one she was suspect of most would give off more of a reaction than the others. Answers would likely remain the same from each person as well. They all want to get out as soon as possible. If Malcolm’s current profile was correct, the killer was arrogant and would show it. If the killer saw that Malcolm wasn’t there, they’d have some sort of mention or bodily reaction to this.

In the case scenario that she was wrong, [Y/N] was sure to make note of everyone’s reactions. Most did not even acknowledge Malcolm’s absence. Their moods had remained the same, anxious and nervous. Finally, it came to the man that [Y/N] came to know as James Lukai. Most of his answers remain the same, worded slightly different than before. [Y/N] compared his last interview, to this interview. The first showcased this man as nervous and anxious. Now, he wasn’t as much anymore. He looked around, as if to make sure his suspicions were right. He gave a quick smirk when he saw that Malcolm wasn’t there. His answers had remained mostly the same, but the tone had drastically changed. It was clear as night and day, it was this man. Just to prove a point further, [Y/N] straightened herself out and left the observation room. Much to Gil’s dismay, she entered the interrogation room afterwards.

“Heya Gil! Sorry I’m late. The call to replace Malcolm was just too soon!” [Y/N] announced with a large grin on her face.

Gil looked at [Y/N], only to respond by rubbing his face. “Don’t let it happen again.” He played along.

The man in question- James- was now shocked. “I thought you didn’t have a profiler anymore.”

“And what would make you say that, James?” [Y/N] immediately jumped on it. “Malcolm is just taking a little break. Family business.”

“What? He-?” James caught himself before he could say anything more.

“You’re too obvious, James.” [Y/N]’s smile immediately dropped.

“What’re you doing, [Y/N]” Gil questioned, only to get an answer through the raising of the lady’s hand to silence him.

“Want to know how we know, James?” [Y/N] confidently asked, not waiting a moment for his answer. “You are far too confident for this. You thought you had gotten rid of Malcolm, the only one who would have caught you.”

The man was speechless. He was caught. He rested his elbows on the table and put his hands through his brown hair. He was hunched, unsure of what to say now.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Gil wasn’t angry, but just extremely confused.

“Caught the bad guy. My job, Gil.” As confident as before, she exited the room.

Soon after, James confessed to the murders and the attempt on Malcolm’s life. Another day saved by [Y/N] Bright [L/N].

***

“Did you get him?” Was the first thing to exit Malcolm’s mouth that night when [Y/N] went to visit him. Fortunately for Malcolm, he had gotten the all clear, so was able to return home.

“Nice to see you too.” [Y/N] chuckled, entering his home. “Yeah. It was obvious. That poisoning really fucked with your brain if you couldn’t see it.”

“Speaking of which, the place was aired out and my heater was fixed.” Malcolm shut his door. “Inspectors had a nifty device and gave the okay.”

“That’s great!” [Y/N] clapped her hands together. “You plan on trying to get murdered again any time soon?”

Malcolm chuckled again, and sat down at his counter. “Ah, no. I don’t plan on it.”

“Good. Shouldn’t have to attend your funeral when I’m older than you.” [Y/N] glided over and sat with him at the counter. “So- Malcolm Bright. When did you change your name?”

Malcolm gave a small, “oh,” and nodded his head. “Several years back when I went to Quantico. You know, to become a profiler..”

Though [Y/N] knew the story, Malcolm felt obligated to tell her how much she inspired him.

“Couldn’t think of a name until the lady there suggested going with someone who I aspire to be. Then I remembered.. You.” His smile was soft and genuine.

“Really?” She smiled back, surprised by her effect on Malcolm. “I.. I’d never guessed I’d have that sort of influence.”

“I hardly say this, but you’re probably one of the more normal and stable members of this family.” Malcolm gave a light laugh, instigating a laugh from [Y/N] as well. “You prove to me that there are some good things in life.”

“I think there is more than just me that does that, Malcolm.” [Y/N] smirked. “You have all those folk at the NYPD! You have Gil, Dani, JT, and Edrisa.”

“Of course. They’re my friends. I trust them.” Malcolm explained. “But you were the first. You helped a lot when Dr. Whitly was arrested. I still remember that day. Even when mother yelled at you, it didn’t stop you from helping me.”

[Y/N] could only nod lightly. “Yeah, Yeah.. I- I remember that day too. I remember the days before and after that day too. I felt like I had to apologize for my brother. He couldn’t be there, so I tried to be. But Jessica never had a good opinion on me, even before Martin was arrested.” She chuckled at that sentiment. “Then Gil got caught up in all the gossip that I had something to do with Martin. At least Jess was skeptical towards all of that.”

It was dead silent after that until Malcolm decided to clear the air. “Anyways, you want some water, or something?”

“Sure!”

Boy. What an odd and bizarre family.

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A/N: So sorry for taking so long! Hope you enjoyed it. I had a bit of a hard time trying to get an end for it. Sorry if it is abrupt.