#Gil Arroyo Fanfic

[the-flaming-nightmare]

After closing a case that leaves Malcolm in a downward guilt spiral and refusing to regress, Gil has to do what needs to be done to get his son to drop. Even if Malcolm doesn't particularly enjoy the method Gil enforces.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated! 🩷

[thisisonlychaos]

It was 2:27 when Gil's phone rang, which, on its own, was alarming. Phone calls in the dead of night didn't typically lead to anything good.

But as he grabbed his phone from its place on his nightstand, squinting at the screen with bleary eyes, that feeling of alarm only grew.

Because it was Malcolm. (Not that he was too surprised, Malcolm was one of the few people whose phone calls would always, always ring).

~

Malcolm calls Gil crying in the middle of the night but refuses to tell him what's wrong.

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Finally!! I actually finished writing something! It only took like...a year 😂

[incorrectprodigalsonquotes]

What Could've Been for Prodigal Son Season 4... Part 1

Okay so this is what could've been for Season 4, of course you're free to disagree with me but this is just how my brain thinks might’ve happened to just settle the fact that we never got closure lol:

Season 4 starts where Season 3 left off more or less

Malcolm is still at the hospital with whom he now knows to be his sister (seriously, Lorelai or Katherine? Which name? I'll just call her Sissy for now... because she's a little sister lol)

Her husband makes his first appearance, and he's a little cautious about Malcolm. Sissy wants to know her older brother, especially now that she's learned that her birth father is one of New York's infamous serial killers. She needs to know how to live with that.

Dani goes to the hospital to see Malcolm, hugs him, then slaps his chest because she thought he got seriously hurt... again. We'd get the first Brightwell moment of the season, possibly a kiss.

They have another moment in the waiting room as Malcolm talks about the fact that he now has another sister and that it turns out his mother thinking Martin had been cheating on her wasn't her getting the wrong vibe, they both had the right instincts back then, Malcolm had just been able to prove his suspicions. Dani hugs him and tells him that she's here for him, whatever he decides to do to proceed.

Martin is awake, and he tells Mr David that he wishes to call his family, he has a few words for "his boy".

A case with another family annihilator comes their way but the main difference this time is that it's attempted murder because the killer got it all wrong. He killed his boss because he got rightfully fired and he didn't want to face his family so he'd been lying about going to work for weeks and then he tried to kill them... thankfully he failed.

It brings up a lot of feelings for Malcolm because he can't imagine doing something like that to his own family... but then again, Martin was technically his family because DNA (dumb DNA) and he wonders if stabbing Martin (again) wasn't just a fluke and it was just tapping into who he really is.

At the end of the case, Malcolm and Gil have a conversation, and Gil tells Malcolm, "I don't know if I ever told you this, kid, but... even though I do worry about you and I always will, the one thing I never worried about was you becoming like the Surgeon. You two might be related by blood, but you are your own person, and you have proven more times than you'll ever know that you are a good man. One I happen to be very proud of."

Halloween episode where they all dress up... Malcolm is clearly dressed up as Waldo of "Where's Waldo" fame. It was Dani’s idea jokingly, but he took it seriously. Dani is dressed in the sequin jumpsuit similar to the one Sandra Bullock wore in "The Lost City", a movie both she and Malcolm really enjoyed.

At the end of the episode, Malcolm is informed that Martin has woken up and wishes to speak to him. Malcolm declines.

After that, a Dani backstory episode about her and her family. We learn about how her dad died (it was definitely something unexpected like a car crash) and also why Dani chose to join the force in the first place. Dani's dad was actually an officer who was in the same police academy class as Gil, the two might have been friends in their academy days and then years later, it wasn't until after Dani was brought onto his team that Gil realized who her dad was. One of the reasons Dani likes Gil as a boss is because he reminds her a lot of her dad.

Christmas episode and partial JT backstory (we don't learn his name until Season 5). We see how JT and Tally spend Christmas, especially now that they have a son who is almost two years old. They're very happy and Tally tells him that she's pregnant again.

They invite everyone from both their jobs for a Christmas party too.

The Christmas case involves a gingerbread house competition and one of the judges was killed because he rigged the contest so the woman he was having an affair with would win. That same woman tries flirting with Malcolm but not only is he oblivious to it, he also makes it very clear just how in love he is with Dani.

Malcolm also sends his half-sister a Christmas card. He considers sending one to Ainsley but finds the ripped birthday card she sent back in his drawer and decides against it.

Gil actually takes Jessica out to dinner for Christmas Eve, hoping to start a tradition for the two of them. It goes so well, they both wonder if this is some kind of dream.

Malcolm and Dani spend Christmas Eve together and Dani teaches him how to make a lavender mint hot chocolate (an idea I got from @morningssofgold seriously go check out her Brightwell fics, they are incredible!) Malcolm says how he's never felt so... calm on Christmas Eve, like there's no expectations, they can just enjoy the night.

Dani agrees and offhandedly says, "There's something soothing about the people you love making you feel at ease..."

Malcolm stares at her for a moment.

Dani tilts her head, "What?"

He finally smiles before he pulls her in for a kiss, stopping for one moment to whisper, "I love you too..."

The mid-season finale ends on a seemingly positive note...

Until the actual final scene.

Ainsley can be seen picking up the phone and calling someplace. The camera goes around her apartment as her muffled voice seems to be asking for someone. When the camera goes back to her face, she's smiling, "Hi Daddy... Merry Christmas."

Martin’s voice happily saying, "My girl"

Mid-season finale ends on Ainsley’s smile (maybe) turning sinister.

[msshezza]

9 Crimes Masterlist (Batman/Prodigal Son crossover)

Summary: Can Jason Todd set aside his bad blood long enough to bring a killer to justice or will old wounds, and bad memories, prevent him from working with Batman?

Chapter(s):

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Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Come check out my other stories on AO3: MissShezz

Thanks for reading! Take care! 🥰

[norsevvy]

making a quick masterpost of my prodigal son fics!! hopefully will be editing this with more in the near future >:)

describe the way the sun hit - https://archiveofourown.org/works/61672414 [finished | oneshot | brightwell | mutual pining | malcolm LOVES her]

It's clear and sunny out. He's sure that was the only reason Gil hadn't exiled him specifically to his apartment. Malcolm doesn't mind — he prefers being outside on days like these. It helps get him out of his head. She helps, too. Arguably more than a million sunny days with a suspicious lack of clouds.

(or, malcolm bright deeply adores dani powell)

you were a miracle, i was just holding your space - https://archiveofourown.org/works/62520433 [finished | oneshot | pre-canon | gil/jessica | miserable </3]

“Gil, please,” Jessica murmurs, her voice hardly above a whisper. She isn’t crying, though she doesn’t look like she’s completely free of it happening again. “This is what you do, I know. But please,” she whispers. “I can’t take this.” He’s quiet for a handful of seconds, watching as Jessica opens and closes her mouth, shaking her head. “This guilt, it’s—it’s eating me alive,” she whispers. “I can’t handle it. Please. Not tonight.” “Okay,” Gil says back, keeping his own voice soft. “What do you need from me?” “I don’t know,” Jessica says, simply. “Nothing you’d be willing,” she adds on. “I don’t know why I bother calling,” Jessica mutters, her gaze suddenly dipping down, drifting away from him. “It’s never you. You’re always—you understand. You’re the good part of it all. It’s just me,” she murmurs. “I suppose I’m terrible at being guilty, too.” “Not sure about that,” Gil offers. “I think you’ve got that down better than anyone else I’ve met.” Jessica laughs, shaking her head. “I suppose it’s something of a talent.”

(or, a look into gil and jessica's early relationship)

never been better -https://archiveofourown.org/works/61983073/chapters/158501161 [wip | 2/? chapters | brightwell | light angst (not the focus)]

“So do you,” Dani shoots back. “You like pain.” Malcolm hums, decidedly not answering that. “Still haven’t been shot twice and stabbed thrice, Detective Powell.” “I didn’t seek this out,” Dani scoffs, almost sounding offended. “You were two steps behind me. This wasn’t for fun.” “I know,” Malcolm assures her, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of sirens. “Hey. Your bus has arrived,” he turns back to beam at her. “If they ask, it was all me keeping you awake.” Dani laughs, her eyes narrowing immediately. “Those bedside manners,” she drawls out, tilting her head with a playful half-smile. “You gotta work on those. You are really bad at this.” “I’d like for this to not be an everyday sort of thing,” Malcolm suggests, glancing back over his shoulder. He’s been restless the entire time, but it’s suddenly surging again. He can feel himself starting to lose his mind a bit, the urge to yell at the paramedics to come over here faster burning a hole in his brain. “You and me both,” Dani mutters, shifting a little. “Alright. Get me up.”

(or, dani gets shot. malcolm's insistent on being there for the whole ride)

working on it -https://archiveofourown.org/works/60898588/chapters/155560459 [wip | 1/? chapters | brightwell | developing friendship / relationship]

Dani isn't a good friend, and neither is Malcolm Bright. It works. They work well enough. She doesn’t know how to be a friend or to have a friend, especially not a “friend” like Bright. Dani doesn’t mind him, and it’s clear enough that he doesn’t mind her. Whatever they have is unconventional, just like everything else about Bright. It’s all unconventional, he’s unconventional, this entire whatever between them is ridiculous, and Dani likes it. She’s sure half of it has to stem from the fact that she thrives in environments like this. Any place that’s out of the norm is a good enough place for her. Comfortability and stability are two words that Dani rarely shares a space with. The ever-changing everything with Malcolm Bright works well for her. She’s used to this. The warm familiarity is where things start getting uncomfortable for her. Bright's good at keeping that all very much so at bay.

(or, dani isn't good at friends. bright's even worse. they make it work well enough)

canary islands -https://archiveofourown.org/works/62801314/chapters/160786252 [wip | 1/2 chapters | brightwell | awkward, Painful confessions that aren't even romantic]

“I’m pretty clear on the fundamentals of birthdays,” Bright helpfully tells her, though Dani isn’t sure if she’s choosing to believe him or not. “Can I see it?” “Not in the stairwell,” Dani tells him. “Your apartment is literally ten seconds away at most. You can handle ten seconds, Bright.” “You don’t know that for sure,” Bright musess. “There could be a sudden, freak accident. Falling down several flights of stairs is no joke, Detective. Maybe a car could come flying in and hit me.” Dani laughs, not fully meaning to. “We’re two flights up. You think a car can get that much air just to take you down? No, wait,” Dani interrupts herself, “You think a car is purposefully hunting you,” she decides. “Not quite,” Bright offers, his eyes sparkling, catching in the light flooding through the window behind her. “I’m not exactly implying that a car is hunting me. It’s just a potential theory of a freak accident that would mean we don’t make it to my apartment door in ten seconds. It’s been ten seconds, by the way,” Bright says, a smile tugging at his lips. “Fifteen, actually. To be exact. Sixteen, now.”

(or, dani and malcolm celebrate his birthday)

spruce - https://archiveofourown.org/works/61138180 [finished | oneshot | brightwell | fondness against all odds]

“Gil has made the executive order that I have to get little trees. And that I must be accompanied,” Dani adds, rolling her eyes again. She had been pissed when he made that rule, though she never minded JT and Tally coming out with her. “So. Here we are.” When she looks back at Bright, he's grinning so wide that it has to hurt. “What?” Dani asks, laughing a little. “Nothing!” Bright laughs back, ducking his head. “Nothing at all. I just can't believe that I'm on babysitting duty this time around,” he says, grinning even harder at her. “That's all.” “It is not babysitting,” Dani scoffs, glaring at him. She can't quite stomp down her smile. “You know what?” She starts, grinning at the vaguely fearful look written all over Bright's face. “You can go sit in the car.” Bright immediately pouts at her, and Dani can only roll her eyes at how hard he's pretending to be upset. “I'm not doing that,” he announces. “It's almost Christmas. Where's your holiday spirit?” “Hm, I dunno,” Dani offers, arching an eyebrow at him. “Do you usually get visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past?”

(or, dani and bright go christmas tree hunting)

marvelous - https://archiveofourown.org/works/60823024 [finished | oneshot | brightwell | grocery shopping because good god malcolm bright]

“Listen,” Bright immediately starts, a very obvious fake tone of indignance in his voice. Dani can see him fighting a smile — the corners of his lips keep turning upwards. “It's not my fault, okay? Serial killer father, remember?” “Yeah, no, I remember,” Dani helpfully assures him. “I don't exactly think that's an excuse for this, though.” “Oh, no, it is,” Bright equally helpfully assures her back. Dani can't help but roll her eyes at him all over again. “I think it's a good excuse for practically everything. A serial killer father tends to do more damage to your psyche than you'd think. My trauma surrounding boxed pancake mix is not to be understated, Detective Powell.” Dani laughs, ducking her head when she does. She can't help but grin at him, raising an eyebrow. “You're trying out jokes again?” “Depends,” Bright says, beaming back. “Was that a pity laugh?”

(or, dani and bright go grocery shopping)

[dontsayimhere]

ok so I came across a little malcolm bright fanfic (don't worry babes, linked below, go enjoy) and it began a lil bit of brain rot so hear me out:

(spoilers for the fic, go read it first if you want, commentary/word vomit bit is below)

ok so in this malcolm has a seizure disorder which Gil knows about, but not Dani. stuff gets figured out, others are updated etc. etc.

BUT

my lil goblin brain couldn't leave well enough alone so after like the third time reading this i've decided to pen (or rather type) these ridiculous things i can just about call thoughts

SO

let's set the scene, malcolm (yh for some reason my brain thinks the name looks better lower case? sorry if that bothers you but now it's slightly more symmetrical?) has a seizure while Gil and Dani are there.

(also not trying to romanticise anything, just going off what i got)

Dani and Gil are both used to the Complete Human Disaster™ that malcolm is so obviously they both know seizure first aid for future reference.

(also gentle reminder, if you don't know this go find out, there's like st John's ambulance videos that make you a functioning member of society in under 10 mins)

now, based on the confidence that each of them seem to have regarding the situation, they keep looking at each other like "huh, they seem to have done this before"

so they end up each thinking that malcolm must have epilepsy/a seizure disorder that the other knows about but they never got told.

they look after him, do all the things you have by now learned in helpful video format (wink wink) and everything is fine, right?

THEN

when malcolm eventually wakes up, and is told what happened he is understandably eloquent in saying "wtf, how, why etc." and his surprise makes them realise that for once he wasn't just conveniently leaving out information.

i feel like this started out fine and got slightly more unhinged and less logical as it goes on but if that isn't life i don't know what is

the point may have gotten a little lost and it petered out a bit but i said a thing and it's done so woo

[lattecosmico2000]

❣️Estoy escribiendo este fanfic de una aventura/romance entre Garfio y Wendy. Puedes leerlo aquí o en wattpad. Críticas y comentarios bienvenidos ❣️

REGRESO A NUNCA JAMAS

Capitulo 1

<<<<<<<<WENDY>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Había despertado en una playa desierta, la cabeza me daba vueltas y mi boca estaba seca y llena de arena. Podía escuchar el sonido de las olas rompiéndose y el ruido de la gaviotas en vuelo. El sol me daba de lleno en la cara y apenas podía abrir los ojos. Definitivamente esto no era un sueño.

¿Donde rayos estaba? hasta donde yo recordaba debía de estar en Londres... Aunque cualquier lugar es mejor que estar donde estaba antes supongo.

Empecé a caminar por la playa sin rumbo fijo, El sol calentaba mi fría piel y el agua se sentía deliciosa en pies descalzos y entumecidos. Alcé los brazos al mismo tiempo que tomaba una gran bocanada de aire limpio. ¡Dios se sentía tan bien estar libre de nuevo!

Bebí un poco de agua de un arroyo cercano, así que descarté la idea de estar muerta ya que aparentemente aun podía sentir sed y hambre, así como sueño, muchísimo sueño. El clima cálido y el sonido de las olas comenzaron a adormilarme y debajo de la sombra de una palmera frondosa me acomode para dormir un poco.

Aun no me había despertado del todo y mi visión seguía estando borrosa pero lo primero que puede enfocar fue el brillo de una espada apuntando directamente a mi cuello y del lado de la empuñadura se encontraba un hombre alto de cabello oscuro y de ojos desafiantes y aterradores. Atrás de el había un pequeño grupo de unos cinco hombres también armados y expectantes.

− ¡Hey! − grito al mismo tiempo que me dio una ligera patada en mi pantorrilla− ¿Qué estas haciendo aquí?­− sus preguntas eran secas y agresivas. Pero yo me quede muda del miedo al ver el peligro en el que estaba y trate de huir retrocediendo lo más que pude hasta chocar con la palmera

­− ¡Quédate quita mujer! - gritó mientras acercaba mas su espada a mi garganta. Esa voz me sonó familiar, entonces lo miré fijamente a la cara y lo pude reconocer. A ese hombre que de forma más o menos recurrente aparecía en mis pesadillas− ¡Garfio! − grité de forma totalmente inconsciente e imprudente.

−así que me conoces, ¡perfecto eso hace todo más fácil! Si ya sabes quién soy, entonces estoy seguro de que también sabes mi costumbre de no dejar a las espías con vida, ¿Quién te envió y como llegaste aquí? −El filo de su espada se encajó un poco más en mi cuello mientras me miraba con una mueca burlona

− ¡No soy ninguna espía! se tu nombre porque ya nos conocíamos − le chillaba al mismo tiempo que trataba de parame − ¿En verdad no sabes quién soy? ¡Soy Wendy Moira Angela Darling! −Algo cambio en su cara al escuchar mi nombre, pasó de una cara burlona a una de total estupefacción y después a una de total repugnancia.

− ¡Cara larga Gil!, no puedo decir que sea una agradable sorpresa verte otra vez

Dicho esto, enfundo su espada y sin dejar de mírame como si de una alimaña ponzoñosa se tratara se alejó unos pasos de reversa sin quitarme la mirada de encima.

− ¡Increíble, aun recuerdas mi nombre pirata! −él aquella conversación que habíamos tenido hacía ya tantos años cuando yo todavía era una niña en su camarote, no voy a mentir me emocione ligeramente saber que me recordaba.

− ¡Claro que lo recuerdo, era un nombre ridículo! − Y ese breve sentimiento de felicidad se fue al traste de forma instantánea

− ¿Qué vamos a hacer con ella capitán? −preguntaron algunos de los hombres que estaban atrás de Garfio.

−Atenla y llévenla a bordo, Tal vez "Mamá Wendy" sepa donde era Peter Pan

Y así ocurrió: con manos atadas a la espalda me llevaron caminando al otro lado de la playa donde una pequeña lancha nos esperaba, a la distancia se podía ver el galeón de Garfio, era más impresionante de lo que recordaba y también mas grande.

Dentro del camarote de Garfio las cosas habían cambiado mucho desde la primera y única vez que estuve ahí, ahora todo era mucho más sobrio, las cortinas de terciopelo y los adornos extravagantes habían dado paso unas cortinas de lino blanco y una un centenar de libros, mapas, compases y catalejos, todos dispuestos de tal forma que indicaban una investigación náutica muy minuciosa y sobre todo constante ¿A dónde se dirige?

−Y bien Cara larga Gil, ¿Dónde está nuestro amigo Peter Pan? −me cuestiono sin más miramientos ni modales mientras se dejaba caer pesadamente sobre una silla de madera frente a mi

− ¿Peter Pan? −Genuinamente estaba confundida por la pregunta, si Garfio no sabía su paradero ¿Cómo iba a saberlo yo?

− ¡Si Peter Pan! , ya sabes el niño que no crece, el líder de chico perdidos ¡ese Peter! ¿O es que acaso conoces otro? −Garfio, alzó la voz molesto conmigo al tiempo que agitaba el garfio de su mano lanzando una mirada asesina que hizo que entrara en pánico unos instantes.

−No lo sé... no sé dónde está él, yo simplemente... −no pude terminar la frase porque sentí como una daga voladora pasó rosando mi oreja derecha a gran velocidad para incrustarse en la pared detrás de mí.

− ¿Sabes niña? es muy difícil no atravesarte las entrañas cuando claramente no respondes a mi hospitalidad mintiéndome a la cara.

− ¿Hospitalidad? Estoy amarrada y siendo interrogada ¿Cuál hospitalidad?

−Te lo pondré de esta forma: Los marinos de allá afuera hace mucho tiempo que no ven a una mujer, y si yo fuera tú agradecería el conservar aun la ropa puesta ¿nos entendemos niña?

Palidecí al darme cuenta de la total desventaja en la que estaba, y aunque la voz se me quebró un poco sabía que no podía flaquear, mi respuesta debía ser firme y concisa− ¡Ya te lo dije, no sé dónde está!... Mira entiendo que no me creas, pero te estoy diciendo la verdad; hace unas horas estaba clasificando unos libros en la bodega de la biblioteca y después...-Me di cuenta que esta parte de la historia no me convenía que se supiera, al menos no por el momento así que mintiendo como toda una profesional dije-...Después un extraño libro se abrió ante mí, me envolvió en luz y aparecí en la playa donde me encontraste.

Garfio me miró confundido ¿me que creyó todo lo que le dije o por el contrario me atravesaría la garganta ahí mismo?

− ¿Biblioteca? ¿Dónde hay una biblioteca en estas tierras salvajes?

− Ohm, Yo estaba en Londres, en biblioteca de la escuela para señoritas de Bedford. No he estado en Nunca Jamás desde hace ya mucho tiempo como puedes notar −dije al tiempo que me señalaba a mí misma.

Con una mirada rápida él revisó todo mi cuerpo de arriba a abajo

− ¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado unos 2 o 3 años? − pregunto curioso sobre el tiempo de mi ausencia

− ¡Han pasado 7 años! Ahora tengo 19 años, 20 en un mes - no sé porque me ofendió que dijera eso, pero me hizo sentir insignificante

Un breve silencio inundo la habitación, Garfio tenía a la mirada baja y murmuraba para sí mismo unas cuantas maldiciones y otras palabras inteligibles. Rápidamente alzó la mirada hacia donde estaba yo y a pasos grandes se dirigió hacia mí sosteniendo una daga igual a la que había lanzado hace poco. Sentí como me daba un infarto del miedo al pensar que vendría a matarme, pero no fue así, cortó las cuerdas de mis manos, me dio una mueca rara qué supongo era una sonrisa y me ordeno que me sentara en un taburete cercano

−Señorita Darling, si lo que ha dicho es cierto, entonces su vida y seguridad están garantizadas mientras este conmigo. Por el contrario, si descubro que ha mentido entonces no solo se víctima de 50 hombres solitarios, sino que yo personalmente la usare como Diana para practicar con mis dagas ¿He sido Claro señorita Darling? ¿O debo llamarla "cara larga Gil"?

−Lo entiendo perfectamente Garfio, ejem, quiero decir capitán −Unas gotas de sudor frio empezaron a recorrer mi espalda, pero hice un gran esfuerzo y mantuve la cabeza firme y el mentón en alto.

−Me alegra que nos hayamos entendido Señorita Darling. Usted hace lo que le pido y yo la dejo vivir, tan simple como eso

Desde un extremo de su escritorio sacó una pequeña campana y la hizo sonar vigorosamente.

− ¡Es la hora de cena y yo estoy hambriento! ¿Desea acompañarme? pediré a Smee qué nos traiga algo de comer y beber para celebrar su afortunado retorno a Nunca Jamás

[writingwithadinosaur]

“Alibi” - Oneshot

“Alibi” - Oneshot

My Masterlist - Here

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Malcolm Bright x Reader, Gil Arroyo x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Mentions of murder, cursing. Large chunks of text in italics mean that it is a flashback.

Summary: After your boss is murdered, you are brought in as a suspect. In order to prove your innocence, you have to reveal a secret to your father. 

Author’s Note: This was one of those ideas that hit me like a train right as I was about to go to bed, so I scribbled as much as I could down and tried to make sense of it the next day.

We’re also gonna pretend that Gil and Jessica aren’t a thing cause then that would make this story a bit awkward.

This is not beta read, so let me know if there are any mistakes! 

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

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“So, (Y/N), got any news for me?” Your boss, Mr.Naruski asked from his desk chair, casually weaving a pen in between his fingers. It was lunchtime and you had gotten salads from the meditarrian place that he liked.

“Well, Simon wanted to move his meeting with you to Friday, but there would be no way to do that unless we add another 4 hours to the day. Oh! And Mrs.Krewnshe asked me if--”

“(Y/N), sweetheart! We are on our lunch break! Which means I don’t want any news with my clients unless it's urgent. I meant news in the world of the best secretary in New York!” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little bit and smile. Mr.Naruski was a true blessing when it came to employers. He owned his own architecture business in New York and somehow wasn’t a complete asshat like some of your previous bosses. He and his wife were incredibly caring and truly understood that you had to be a human in order to work with other humans. The respect you got here was well worth the daily commute!

“Well, if you really want to know... My boyfriend set up a nice, and very last minute, date for us tonight.” You couldn’t hide the true smile that spread across your lips. Mr.Naruski leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? And where is this ‘nice’ date happening, if I might ask?” 

“I’m not sure. He wouldn’t tell me. All he said was to be ready by 6 because we have reservations for 6:45. But I have a feeling it’s that new modern industrial place that I was telling you about. He knows I love to walk past it and appreciate the details. While I don’t think I’ve ever said out loud that I like it or would like to go inside, he has a great ability to read me.” 

Your smile grew a little more as your eyes drifted slightly down, thinking about all the times your boyfriend picked up on the smaller details in the past. He was good with surprises. Mr.Naruski watched how this interaction brought out your best side. The two of you finished your lunches and got back to work. 

Your boss had one more meeting this afternoon. It was with a company called Jetlan Inc. From the small bit of conversation you heard as Mr.Naruski escorted his guests out, it was a successful meeting. He turned back to you once the door was closed and let out a relieved sigh.

“I take it everything went well?”

“As well as I could. They are going to take tonight to mull it over and then give us a call tomorrow. So expect Samuel to call at some point.”

You wrote down a little reminder to yourself on a sticky note “May get call from Jetlan Inc.” and placed it near your desk’s phone. You went back to typing out the schedule for next week when Mr.Naruski tapped a finger on your desk.

“How about you leave early today, (Y/N)?”

“Are you sure, sir? I can stay and help with the final prep for tomorrow’s deal if you want. I should also probably finish this schedule.”

“I think I can handle that on my own. And you can add your final touches tomorrow. You,” He stood up and walked around your desk and held out his hands. You put your hands in his and he helped you up before grabbing your coat from the coat rack. “Have a date to get ready for.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was almost unbelievable to have a boss that really cared about your personal life as much as your professional one like he did. You just slipped on your coat and grabbed your purse, knowing that when Naruski made up his mind, it was set. He opened the door for you and put a hand on your arm.

“He told me to ‘love with my whole heart, but be smart enough to know when to use my brain instead.’ I think it was his way of saying ‘Be safe and have fun.’” 

A small but sad smile worked its way onto your face at the thought of him being so supportive. You felt a wave of tears coming, so you finished up your story to try to stop them from falling. 

“After that, I thanked him again, and I left to go back to my apartment and get ready. The next time I saw Mr.Naruski was the next morning, behind the crime scene tape blocking my office, dead.”

You couldn’t believe that just 24 hours ago, you were happily talking to your boss about your date. And now he was dead. Murdered in his own office, two hours after you had left. You were being questioned at the NYPD by none other than JT Tarmel, Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright, and your father, Gil Arroyo. 

No one spoke, they were taking in all of the details of your alibi. It felt like forever before Malcolm broke the silence. 

“Are there security cameras in your office?”

“Yes. There is one in the main office where my desk is positioned, one in Mr.Naruski’s office, and one in the hallway outside our door.”

“Great. We can check those. They’ll show (Y/N) leaving and should have a timestamp on them that we can check.

The team did their own little nods, still thinking about your alibi. They wanted to trust you, but they needed to think of every possible thing that could have happened, or if they could find any evidence to the real killer.

“Who did you go on a date with?” Dani was sitting about 6 feet to your right, a bottle of water in her hands as she leaned forward, elbows on the table. 

“I don’t see how my dating life is relevant to my boss being murdered in his office.”

Lies. You knew why she was asking. It was a major part of your alibi and it’s the only other way that they could concretely cross you off of the suspect list. JT jumped in to try to diffuse the situation, none of them aware of how much you didn’t want to share. 

“It's just another way that we can confirm your alibi, (Y/N).” 

You could see Gil adjusting his stance as he leaned against the wall to your left. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your father, already feeling his intense stare boring into you. 

The room was silent, but the anxiety in your chest made it feel like the room was half of its real size. You kept your posture as straight as you could while you focused on your hands that were unconsciously fidgeting on top of the table.

“Tell us the kid’s name, (Y/N).”

“Why can’t you just check the cameras like Malcolm said? That’ll show when I left at around 4:30 yesterday afternoon and when I came back today for my shift but saw the tape instead! You could even check my apartment’s security cameras!”

“Woah! We will, (Y/N). We just want to be able to cover our asses and yours.” JT tried again to calm you down, everyone know seeing how uncomfortable the idea of sharing the details of your date made you. 

Your leg started to shake under the table, that was your cue that your anxiety was getting bad. You lock eyes with Malcolm. He sees how much you’re struggling and just gives you a short nod. You knew what he was trying to say, but you really didn’t want to agree. Malcolm then took a deep breath, trying to get you to do the same. You looked down and tried to take a deep breath in.

“Why can’t you just answer the question, (Y/N)?!” Gil didn’t yell, but you could hear the annoyance in his voice. It was the final hit that broke the last of your defenses.

“Because it's Malcolm, alright?!” 

Even you were a bit shocked at the slight frustration and exasperation in your voice. As everyone let that fact settle in their brains, you closed your eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to accept the fact that it was out in the open now. Malcolm made his way behind you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly rubbing this thumb to try and soothe you. You opened your eyes and stared at the center of the table, your hands now clasped together. 

“Last night I left work early to go get ready for a date with Malcolm Bright. He took me to that nicer place off of 47th that has the grey brick exterior with the iron corner details. We went there to catch a break from our lives because it's been so hectic lately and we haven’t had much time to just sit and enjoy each other’s company.” 

Our reservation was for 6:45 under Malcolm’s name. You can check with the manager there, go into their electronic reservation system, and see that we checked in and everything. Or Malcolm may have some sort of confirmation email. Now do I need to go into detail about what we ordered or what cocktail I was drinking, or am I good?”

You slowly looked up to meet your father’s eyes. You expected something upset in his eyes, but instead, they were very professional. He looked from you to Malcolm, who in turn nodded, confirming your story. Gil audibly inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his nose and he rubbed a hand down his face.  

“No. You’re good, kid.”

You look back to your hands and close your eyes, focusing on your breathing. You weren’t hyperventilating, but you definitely felt a weight in your chest. 

Dani and JT looked at each other, unaware of what to do in this situation. Malcolm looked from you back to Gil, his face slightly pleading. Gil quickly tilted his head towards the door, a small sigh of relief coming from Malcolm as he moved his hand to your arm and leaned down to quietly talk in your ear.

 “C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s get some air or something to drink, okay?”

You nodded and stood up as Malcolm grabbed your coat from the rack near the door. You took yours and slung it over your arm as Malcolm opened the door for you. Before you could leave, Gil spoke up.

“I will be seeing the two of you in my office in an hour though. We need to have a chat.”

You just nod and leave already knowing what this “chat” is going to be about. Malcolm was reaching for his coat when Gil’s voice resonated again.

“Malcolm, take care of her. Go to that shop around the corner. They have those little pastries she likes. And make sure your both are back here soon. We’re not done with this.”

“Will do.” Malcolm nodded and quickly left and caught up with you, walking you safely out of the NYPD.

With that, there was still a semi-awkward air in the meeting room. Dani quietly fiddled with her water bottle and let out a “Well…”

“Heh! Yeah. That was somethi--” 

Before JT could get further, Gil pointed at him and sternly said “Don’t.” JT just raises his hands in defense and backs off. Dani couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the sight of JT getting called out. 

“So where do we go from here?” Dani calmly asked the room. 

“We need to get the security footage from the office building and (Y/N)’s apartment complex. Get in contact with the restaurant owner and see if we can check their reservation system, if not, ask Malcolm if he has any email from their reservation.”

“On it.” JT confirmed as he left the room to head to his desk and start working. Gil leaned on the table, thinking for a moment. “What do we know about this Jetlan Inc.?

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tags:  @malindacath @shadowfoxey @whovianayesha @melconnor2007 @ashenfallsof @geeksareunique @all-by-myself98 @sj-thefan

[eddieheart]

Autistic Malcolm Bright Headcanons

Part one

still has his childhood therapist because he hates change

has a hand shake stim that exasperates his hand tremor

he's bad at talking about his feelings and keeps things bottled up

doesn't understand social queues and comes across as rude

studied psychology so he could better understand the people around him

Gil used his detective powers to teach Malcolm how to 'read people'

he went non verbal after his dad was arrested because he couldn't deal with all the emotions

has trouble recognizing and naming emotions his and other people's

'are you angry or are you joking, no reply, please tell me'

over analyzes everything

special interests are psychology, true crime, ancient weapons, serial killers and budgies

[procrastinatingsab]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Malcolm Bright Whump, Malcolm Bright Needs a Hug, Malcolm gets the hug, Protective Gil Arroyo, Kidnapping, Hurt Malcolm Bright, Drabble Summary:

It has been two days since Malcolm disappeared.

Then they find him.

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Gil takes Malcolm to Urgent Care when he realizes the cut on Malcolm's hand has likely become infected.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated 💚

[kanarek13]

Shattered

A cover for @procrastinatingsab’s fanfic Shattered ❤

Fills the WHUMPTOBER 2021 prompt

NO.5 - I”VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER - betrayal

[incorrectprodigalsonquotes]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Bright/Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright & Dani Powell, Gil Arroyo & Malcolm Bright, Malcolm Bright & Jessica Whitly, Gil Arroyo/Jessica Whitly, Gil Arroyo & Jessica Whitly, Gil Arroyo & Dani Powell, Dani Powell & Jessica Whitly, Malcolm Bright & Ainsley Whitly, Ainsley Whitly & Jessica Whitly Characters: Malcolm Bright, Dani Powell, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, JT Tarmel, Edrisa Tanaka, Sunshine the Bird (Prodigal Son), Ainsley Whitly, Martin Whitly Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Family Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Family Drama, Family Dynamics, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

(Rewritten)

Six months after that fatal day in Vermont, the profiler returned to work but not without feeling like he would be forever haunted by what happened. While on a new case, the team found the last thing they'd expected to find at a crime scene. Life is unpredictable. It's funny like that. He was given a task he didn't feel as though he deserved. Malcolm Bright always did like children but could he handle taking care of one?

Believe it or not, after six months, I finally finished the next chapter! I promise the next one won’t take as long... five months and three weeks, tops lol

[msshezza]

Chapter Three of 9 Crimes (A Batman/Prodigal Son Crossover story)

Chapter Three of 9 Crimes has been posted!

Chapters 1 and 2 can be found clicking the links

Summary: Jason Todd finds himself pulled back into the family when Malcolm Bright, one of the few members of the Batfamily he had no grudge with is targeted by a copycat killer. Can he set aside his bad blood long enough to bring this killer to justice or will old wounds, and dark memories, prevent him from working with Batman?

Post-Under the Red Hood

He stood at the top of a set of stairs as familiar to him as the cobblestone streets and dark alleyways of Park Row and Crime Alley. 

Pitch blackness surrounded him as he slowly descended those stone steps. 

Shadows taunted him, beckoned him, whispered in his ears with every step he took. Above him came the silky wet rustle of wings as the bats roosted amidst the jagged stalactites awoke. 

He reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed a footbridge over a slow-moving river to where a series of dark slate obelisks loomed.   

He passed them and continued up a steel ramp. From the corner of his eye he saw the changing area, workout room, medical area, and laboratory.  

He could feel eyes on him as he walked up another ramp to where the main computer grotto was located.  

Something shifted to his left.  

He turned as a figure oozed from the shadows, it's great gaping maw, and glistening fangs looming closer and closer...

[anxiouswhumpyescapism]

Like The Dawn

"I Know It Will Pass" (Bertolf)

You can also find this on Ao3.

Fandom: Prodigal Son (2019)  |   rated: General Audiences   |   wc: 198 (drabble)

Characters:  Malcolm Bright & Gil Arroyo    |    gen

Tags/warnings: mild hurt/comfort, headaches/migraines, comforting Gil Arroyo

Summary: Malcolm gets a sudden migraine. 

For some reason, it comes out of nowhere. 

His concentration wavers, until that point the article before him crystal clear and the focus of his attention. His line of view blurs, the printed words start to tremble – and then the pain is clutching at his temples, sudden and adamant. He closes his eyes immediately. He has ignored the symptoms up until this point, isn’t even sure there were any.

The article flutters from his hands onto the table, a deep sigh escapes his lips.

He swallows hard. 

There will be horrible nausea next, it’s already blooming in his stomach, starting to crawl up his body. Grinding his teeth makes the hammering pain in his temples worse but he can’t stop himself while he crumbles forward, bringing his arms up onto the table, turning them into a makeshift pillow for his head. 

His heart races. 

It’ll be okay. It -

„It'll pass, City Boy.“, a warm quiet voice washes over him and he feels a hand at the nape of his neck, hears a glass being put on his table. 

Gratitude fills him and his jaw relaxes. The sigh leaving his lips is now one of relief.

It will pass.

[thiscornerihaunt]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Malcolm Bright/Dani Powell Characters: Malcolm Bright, Dani Powell, Gil Arroyo, JT Tarmel, Jessica Whitly, Ainsley Whitly Additional Tags: Gunshot Wounds, Hospitals, Hurt/Comfort, Coma, Malcolm Bright Whump, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Pining, POV Dani Powell Summary: I rounded a corner slowly, gun drawn. It was an open space, larger than any of the other rooms we had passed on the way in. Bright was standing fifteen feet in front of the suspect, who had a gun pointed at him, trying to talk him down. I took one more step into the room and Bright saw me. His eyes darted over to me for just a split second, but the suspect noticed. He followed his gaze, looked right into my eyes, and then he fired his gun.

Malcolm almost dies. Dani's feelings hit her like a train, and she refuses to leave his side until he is better, leaving her with lots of time to contemplate those feelings. But can she find the strength to tell him (while he is conscious at least) and does he feel the same way?