#Malcolm Bright x Reader

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i mean since you asked lol

how about a malcolm x reader (gender non specific preferred if possible!) where malcolm is just like not having a great day (case gone wrong/jessica being even more overbearing than usual/rough session with therapist etc) and close to having an absolute breakdown but reader does their best to try to help without infantilizing him? even the toughest profilers need cuddled and their foreheads kissed while being told they're doing their best :')

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"Difficult Day" - Malcolm x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Content and Warnings: No reader descriptions, the relationship between Malcolm was intentionally left to be ambiguous, 2nd person, no warnings, just hurt/comfort and fluff

A/N: Eeee my first request! I really enjoyed writing this <3 I hope you like it. Ft. me spreading my “Malcolm loves The Hogfather” propaganda 

Also sorry this was so late. School is a pain sometimes.

You knew something was wrong the moment Malcolm walked through the door of his loft. As Malcolm closed the door, he leaned forward against it, letting his forehead hit it softly with a light thunk. You turned from what you were doing on the couch to see him like that, your gaze softening slightly at the view of him.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to avoid startling him, even though he knew you’d be there. He turned around and looked up.

“Hi,” he responded softly and smiled at you as he stripped off his coats and shoes. It wasn’t a fake smile, fortunately, but it was a soft half-hearted smile that almost immediately had fallen as soon as it had gotten there. Like he had smiled because he was grateful to see you, because he was happy that you were here, but that the negative emotions of whatever he was dealing with was simply too much, and that happiness was washed away. It broke your heart.

You got up and walked over to him, standing in front of him. All you did was open your arms slightly as a silent invitation for a hug if he wanted it. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder and gently nuzzling into your neck while holding you tightly. You quickly wrapped your arms around him and one of your hands went to stroke his hair. “You want to talk about it?” you asked softly, turning your head slightly to kiss his temple. 

He let out a shaky breath. “I… I don’t know. Today was just hard.”

“What do you need? We can just stand here, we can talk, or we can cuddle. We could even watch a movie and eat snacks. Even better, we can watch the Hogfather, I know how much you love it. We can’t watch all the movies in one go this time, sadly, but we can watch the first one. And, we even have red vines.”

His head perked up slightly at the sound of that. He pulled away to look at you with a slight look of excitement on his face. He obviously was still emotionally feeling raw, but it was an improvement and you’d take it. He smiled slightly, “I’ll grab the red vines and snacks, you’ll find the movie?”

“Of course,” you pulled away mostly, but lingered long enough to kiss his forehead. It was quick but gentle, a reminder that you were here for him. You walked over to the TV to set up the movie. “By the way, I already fed Sunshine and did some chores and cleaning, so you can just relax for the night,” You looked over your shoulder as you spoke, smiling lovingly.

Soon, Malcolm was curled up in your arms with his head on your chest and snacking on red vines as you laid on the couch and watched the movie. Sunshine was freely hopping around the living room and was preening herself. You looked down at Malcolm lovingly as you ran your hands through his hair, happy that he seemed more relaxed than before.

Malcolm looked up at you. “Thank you for this, I needed this,” he sighed. “Sometimes everything, my job, my parents, my past… It gets to be too much.”

You gently grabbed his hand that was starting to shake, holding it firmly but gently. “I know… But you’re doing your best, and I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

Malcolm teared up slightly, his eyes fluttering closed briefly when you kissed his forehead again.  You don’t know what happened or what goes through his mind most of the time, but you’re always here for him after a hard day to take his mind off it.

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Hum Me Something Soothing (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ When Malcolm's night terrors reveal themselves at the office, you're there to guide them away.

I'll Watch Over You (Malcolm Bright x GN!Caregiver!Reader) ⊹ You're young Malcolm and Ainsley's caregiver when the Whitly's are away. And you can't help feeling protective over the boy who's taken a liking to you.

Little Parts (Malcolm Bright x Fem!Reader) ⊹ With a serial killer on the loose, you join Gil and his team to try and apprehend her, growing closer to a certain consultant in the process. When you're put in harms way, Malcolm does everything he can to save you.

So Be It (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ Taking care of a sick Malcolm is no simple task, but with everything you've been through together, there's no place you'd rather be. In his moment of vulnerability, he opens up like never before.

Sunny Side (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ Malcolm tries to surprise you with breakfast, and it may not go so well.

To Make It Through (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ It's all been hitting you hard. Sometimes it's all just so exhausting. Malcolm sees the signs, and he wants you to know he'll always be there.

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By Any Means Chapter 18 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

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You paused when you exited your apartment building as there was clearly someone waiting for you. She turned to look at you and raised her eyebrows at you.

“So you’re Malcolm’s…” she trailed off as she looked for the right word

“I’m not Malcolm’s anything,” you said as you approached, “and you seem to have me at a disadvantage.”

“Malcolm hasn’t mentioned me?”

“If I don’t know your name how can I know if he’s mentioned you or not?”

“Ainsley, I’m his sister.”

“Ah. He might’ve mentioned you once or twice.”

You stuck your hands in your pockets as you walked towards her.

“So what do I owe this honour?”

“Malcolm hasn’t been himself lately. What happened.”

“Well you don’t beat around the bush do you?”

“I don’t see the point.”

You sighed and ran a hand over your face.

“Come on,” you jerked your head to the side, “there’s a good coffee shop nearby. You can’t buy me an overpriced coffee and pastry.”

“Why should I buy?”

“Because you want answers. Nothing in this world is free.”

Once the two of you were safely tucked into a quiet corner of the shop, and you took a sip of you peppermint tea, you knew you couldn’t escape Ainsley’s questions.

“Malcolm asked me out,” you said, “I refused.”

Ainsley seemed surprised by your answer and you smiled at her shocked expression.

“Not what you were expecting?” you asked

“From what mother was saying I had expected that you two were already together.”

“Jessica talks about me?”

“Not all the time. You’re on first name terms with my mother?”

“We’ve run into each other once or twice.”

“I thought I might find you two here.”

You stiffened at the familiar sound of Malcolm’s voice. He was standing by your table and Ainsley looked amused at your equal discomfort. Malcolm glanced at the empty seat by you side and after a moment’s hesitation sat down next to his sister. An uncomfortable silence settled over you and you looked out of the window. Ainsley took a sip of her drink and looked between the two of you.

“I’m not interrupting anything,” Malcolm said, “It’s just-“

“I should get going anyway,” you said quickly, “I have a lecture.”

“Wait,” Malcolm said quickly, “what I said-“

“Bye Ainsley, it was nice to meet you. Maybe we can meet up again sometime soon.”

You didn’t have time to hear her reply as you practically bolted out of the café. Ainsley turned to her brother and smirked and said,

“You really fucked up.”

*

“What’s wrong?”

You glanced over as Richard sat down next to you. He raised his eyebrows at you and you turned your attention back to the lecturer.

“Nothing.” You said

“Bullshit. You used to sit up here when you had something on your mind.”

“Maybe I just fancied a change.”

“I know you too well,” muttered Richard, “you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m your… I was your friend.”

You turned to look at him, what Malcolm said coming to the surface again. Could he really be the murderer? Someone that you used to trust so dearly?

“Malcolm asked me out.”

“I thought you two were dating already.”

“Ha ha.”

“And what did you say?”

“No.”

“No?”

“We’re too different,” you whispered as you made a few more notes in your book, “it wouldn’t have worked.”

“And here I thought you were getting gout of this life.”

“I am. I want to.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“It’s just-“

“You’re afraid?”

“Yeah.”

“Unusual.”

“This isn’t exactly usual circumstances.”

“When is it with us? You seemed happy with him.”

“I do like him but we’re too different. In the long run it just wouldn’t work.”

“Do you genuinely believe that or are you just telling yourself that? Look, after all the shit we’ve been through we deserve something good.”

“Is this you telling me that I fucked up?”

“Yeah?”

“Dick?”

“What?”

“If you were in trouble, you’d tell me right? Even after everything we’ve been through.”

“Where has this come from?”

“Or if you’ve fucked up. You’d tell me so I could tell you.”

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, thought you wouldn’t.”

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Last Names

A Malcolm Bright x Reader Fan fic

Your last name is a secret his is hidden can this love start and survive with two traumatized people. Dumb parents

Chapter 1- The Meeting

“Hold on Sam! Don’t let go! I’m trying, the rope just won’t cut. No Sam! Sam! Mom! Dad!” I sit up fast panting and hot tears running. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I rub my eyes and look at the clock. It was about 5 in the morning. An hour of sleep is not too bad. I roll out of bed and straight into the shower. Trying to be as fast as possible I don’t even bother trying to warm up the shower. It’s not the day to try and get over my fear of water. As I watch my hands shake as I try to scrub my hair I close my eyes and as always, there they are just like always, haunting me. “Go away.” I whisper desperately. Opening my eyes and being blinded by sunlight as it floods my bathroom. I finish up and get out, quickly getting ready for work. I grab my phone and walk out of my apartment. As soon as the door opens I can hear the busy city of New York. The loud car horns, the screaming people, and of course the sound of construction. I wave down a taxi and get in thanking the driver. As he drives away I stare out the window letting my leg bounce up and down. It’s a bright day, the sun is way too bright, not a cloud in sight. This city is terrible to live in with constant migraine but you learn to deal with the pounding in your head. I rummage through my purse and pop a couple of my daily meds, an anti anxiety, some to help with the migrain, then a few for panic attacks, and so on and so just anything they claim will help, they never really do. The rest of the taxi ride is quiet as I let my head fall back. Once my ride comes to a stop I pay and get out. I walk into the police precinct. Immediately I am flooded with familiar sounds and faces making me relax. I walk over to my desk throwing my stuff on the table. I slump into my chair and rub my face. Soon someone taps me on my shoulder, my friend Dani.

“You look tired.” She hands me a cup of coffee. I am immediately overwhelmed with the smell of terrible coffee. I smile and take a sip, is it disgusting, yes, will it only be one of thirteen, again yes.

“Thanks.” I take another sip

“You look tired, late night?” She smirks.

“Yep you know the fun stuff, insomnia, nightmares, and the occasional attack from my cat, Penny.”

“Boring you really got me excited in the beginning.” She says with a slight frown. I raise my eyebrow.

“Really you had even the slightest of hopes my night went different. Do you even know me.” I laugh. She rolls her eyes at me and walks to her desk. I start to fill out some boring paperwork and continue with my coffee. Until my Boss and Mentor Gill walks out.

“We’ve got a case!” He yells out as he throws a coat over his shoulders. With that everyone on my team gets up and leaves. I jump into Gill's car and he starts driving while Dani and my other team member JT follow behind us.

“So how are you doing?” Gill starts with his usual questions.

“You know, fine nothing exciting.” I shrug.

“How's the nightmares?” Again with the questions.

“Preventing me from sleeping but I got a whole hour last night.” With that Gills chuckles.

“So what about the migraine?” Listen, all these questions are sweet but my answers never change.

“Painful but bearable.” Once again I reply now for the lecture.

“You know if you drank more water instead of the, what is that your fifth cup of coffee this morning?”

“6th thanks for underestimating me.” I can see his eye roll. The rest of the car ride is quiet besides the tap of my foot on the floor. Once we arrive I get out but Gill stays.

“I’ll be back, just head upstairs.” I look at him weirdly but follow his instructions. I walk up the stairs and show my I.D. I see Dani and JT so I walk up to them.

“So what do we have?”

A single homicide looks pretty straight forward.” JT claims.

“Boring.” I groan realizing that was said out loud and not just in my head.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean that I just mean it shouldn't be too bad. No no of course her murder was bad I...never mind.” I bite my lip trying to shut up as JT shakes his head. We all start examining her body. Something felt wrong with this case. It was just a feeling but something was off. A couple minutes later I hear Gill talking to Dani and JT and they do not seem happy. I must of zoned out and missed something. I look straight forward only to be met with bright blue eyes.

“Holy!” My hand goes for my heart.

“Sorry you scared me.’ I shake my head.

“Oh sorry ma’am.” The strange man says. My head tilts in curiosity. Who was he and why was he so comfortable in a crime scene. I watch the wheels in his head turn as he stares at the lady.

“Can I help you?” His eyes shoot up to look me dead in the eye.

“Oh sorry, I just haven’t seen you around here before. Normally it's all the same people. I’m Y/N by the way, not that it matters.’ I smile

“Hi Y/N, I'm Malcolm Bright, a Consultant.” He smiles softly but as soon as he said his last name something went off in my head.

“Not to be blunt but why did you just lie to me about your last name?” I ask as curiosity takes over.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry when you said your last name you blinked a few extra times, that's a tell for when people lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You just did it again, the whole blinking thing.”

“I’m not lying, you must be mistaken.” He looks down at the body again.

“Why do you keep lying, you must be a terrible liar.”

“Listen, ignore the blinking thing, why did you introduce yourself with just your first name is the question? People normally use their last name.” I bite my lip at that.

“I don’t like being called by my last name, that’s my parents name not mine.”

“If you won’t tell me the truth I won’t tell you either.” He looks back at the body, I narrow my eyes at the strange man in front of me. Who was he? Why was he here? Questions flooded my head. I was caught off guard when he stood up quickly. He looked angry, I hope I didn’t upset him. Just then he starts going off about how this was a copycat of the surgeon. He went into the surgeon with a fine tooth comb. It was crazy the amount of details he knew about this case. He later stormed out of the apartment and Gill followed. I closely trailed him. He was my ride back and if he was leaving I was too. I could see them arguing. Soon Gill caught a glimpse of me so I walked out.

“Time to go back to the precinct?” Gill rubbed his face.

“Yeah, Bright gets to sit up front he’s older.” My eyes widened but I did not have the energy to argue as my head started to pound even harder.

“Fine whatever.” I exclaim as I rub my eyes and get into the back of the car. Malcolm stares at me weirdly as he gets into his seat. The car ride is quiet which I accept gratefully as it now felt like my head was going to burst open all over the backseats. Once we arrive at the precinct everyone trails into the conference room and starts talking over the case. I sit in my chair with my knees pulled up to my chest as Malcolm goes over a Profile of the killer. Once he is finished people start to trail out of the room as I stare at the board soaking in everything. Malcolm shows up behind me.

“So see anything?’ I gasp at the sudden person and noise behind me.

“Sorry, no, geez what do you have with scaring me.” I rub my eyes viciously.

“I don’t do it on purpose, just Y/N.” He says snarkily.

“Oh so that's how it's going to be Malcolm. So you're a profiler?”

“Yep and I can profile you and anyone else.”

“Ah really.” I laugh

“Yep like I can tell that either you're high on anxiety or that’s your 9th cup of coffee. Which is because you haven’t slept because of something that obviously haunts you. Family issues, financial struggle no your to put together for that, medical issues would explain the migraine you have. So what is it?” My eyes widen and my anxiety picks up as my legs shakes more viscously.

“None.” I say as I stand up way too quickly. The world starts to spin and I feel my legs start to give out. I grab onto the table as he reaches for me. I grab my head as he hesitantly places a hand on my shoulder.

“You good?” He stares with scared eyes. I blink a couple of times.

“I’m fine, sorry I stood up too quickly.”

“Maybe you should sit down or drink something other than coffee.”

“I’m fine but thank you.” I walk out of the room quickly and go to the bathroom knowing its the only place he can’t follow me. I quickly lock the door and slide down it covering my face.

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shout out to tumblr. for flagging one of my Malcolm Bright gif imagines from 2020 for... sexual themes...

what?

anyway, it was a gif imagine about Malcolm hallucinating and then getting hot chocolate after because I was 17 and was trying to show my fav some comfort.

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[olives-and-sunshine]

Malcolm x GN!Reader on their period

Summary: Malcolm takes care of you when you’re on your period

Word Count: 599

Content and Warnings: No reader descriptions, 2nd person, no y/n, gender neutral in the sense that no pronouns for reader used, could be read as queerplatonic, romantic, or ambiguous, menstruation, food/eating, mention of medication, let me know if I missed something!

A/N: Got my period for the first time in 3 years and wrote this within the hour. I guess I can have motivation to write sometimes.

You laid on Malcolm’s bed curled up in a ball, wearing a hoodie and hiding under a pile of blankets, facing the window. This was how Malcolm found you when he got home. He couldn’t see your face, or really any of you. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought there was a just a huge pile of blankets on his bed. He walked around the bed so that he could see you and sat on the edge of the bed. You looked up, your eyes meeting his and smiled weakly. “Hey,” you said softly, your throat raspy from not talking for a while.

“Hey,��� Malcolm said with softness in his gaze, smiling back at you with the gentle smile he reserved mostly for you. “Are you okay? Or did you just want to become one with the blankets?” he joked, but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“I’m okay. Sort of. I started my period today,” you said with a frown. You tilted your head up to look at him better. “I hope you don’t mind me taking over your bed for the time being.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No, I don’t mind. You know I never mind,” he leaned over you slightly, gently stroking your cheek. You leaned into his hand. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“The usual.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back then,” he said, smiling at you again before standing up and walking away.

When he came back, he came with a tray of your favorite snacks, especially the ones you prefer on your period. The tray also had a little cup with some medication in it. He moved a cup of water and a cup of tea that was on the tray to the bedside table. He left again and came back with an electric weighted heating pad, which he plugged in.

You sat up with a soft grunt and put the heating pad on your stomach. You took the tray into your lap before eating some of the snacks. “Do you need anything else? Do you need me to pick anything up, do you need any menstrual products?”

You smiled softly. “No, I’m okay though. Thank you, though. All I need is for you to hand me the glass of water and then maybe cuddle with me a bit later.”

“I can do that,” he chuckled, handing you the glass of water. You took the medication and continued to eat and drink the tea he made you. When you were done, he grabbed it all from you, putting it on the bedside table again. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to go change.”

He came back and laid down next to you. He was wearing a blue Harvard sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. He was on his side facing you and opened his arms so you could cuddle into his side. Once you adjusted the heating pad and got comfortable, he wrapped his arms around you and sighed contently. He kissed the crown of your head, letting his eyes drift close.

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you,” you said quietly. “Thank you, for all of this. I really appreciate all you do for me.”

“Of course, it’s the least I can do,” he kissed your head again. “I love you, too. More than anything,” he spoke softly, rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner.

You eventually drifted to sleep. You knew Malcolm wouldn’t, but it was still nice to just be in each other’s presence and rest.

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Hi ;) I don't know if you're currently accepting requests, but if you do, may I request a Malcolm Bright x Reader fic please ? TW : Self-h*rm, anxiety, depression, ED, mental illness.

Reader and Malcolm are very close friends so they both lovingly care about each other. Reader hasn't been answering any of his calls and messages for a few days, which is unlike her 'cause she always picks up the phone when he calls her. He starts to grow more and more worried, especially because he knows about her mental health struggles. So naturally he decides to go check on her. When he arrives he finds her in a very bad state : depression, anxiety, ED and Self h*rm have been hitting her harder that usual. He stays in at her house for a few days to take care of her, which includes reassuring her when she gets panic attacks, telling her that he strongly cares about her and that nothing will make him leave her, laying beside her to help her sleep, hugging her etc. Eventually she starts to feel a bit better.

I know it's very emotionally charged, both with dark stuff and comfort/care stuff, so if you feel like you can't do it, it's totally okay, I understand. Do whatever makes you feel the most comfortable.

Please take care 🤍 Sending you hugs.

To Make It Through

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Insinuations of self-harm, ED, depression, anxiety, and mental illness.

Word Count: 1203

A/N: I wasn’t sure how to begin writing this. The most important goal for me was writing this with respect to those who suffer from self-harm, depression, mental illness, ED, and anxiety. I have never experienced the first four, but I’ve dealt with mild to moderate anxiety, I believe since I was young (I’d like to add, I’ve never been diagnosed by a doctor for anxiety). I have no idea what someone who lives with these struggles goes through. I wanted this to be a comforting story, one that hopefully brings a little light to everyone who reads it.

I didn't want to include too many details that could be triggering or potentially disrespectful to those who deal with the topics above.

And to anyone who is suffering and in need of help, below are different hotlines and resources.

National Eating Disorders Association

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline

The Trevor Project

National Institute of Mental Health

Malcolm unlocked your front door with the extra key you gave him.

It’d been three days since he last heard from you—no responses to his texts. No calls or video chats, not even a dumbass meme. And he was worried.

You were religious in your response time to him. Honestly, he had no idea how you could send a text off so quickly.

First, he noticed the dishes on your counter. A few days' worth. Then, the blanket was on the floor instead of folded neatly over the couch. Your curtains were drawn tight, and the couple of plants you had were a little less lively than when he was here last week.

He slowly pushed your bedroom door open so as not to startle you.

It was difficult to see through the darkness, but from what he could tell, clothes were thrown around the room. And he could make out a thin layer of dust on your bookshelf.

He took in your curled state under your comforter. Only the top of your head peeked out.

He didn’t need to ask you what was wrong. You’d known each other long enough for him to recognize the signs.

After slipping his shoes and coat off, he gently lowered himself beside you. He didn’t move the covers or speak, only placed a hand close enough to your back so you could feel him while not being touched. 

He didn’t know if you were awake, but that didn’t matter. He’d wait however long it took until you were ready to acknowledge him.

He wondered when you last ate—those dishes were probably older than he thought. He tried to recall if there were any warning signs he should’ve picked up on when he was here last time. But you seemed fine.

You were also very good at hiding it.

About an hour later, you shifted to face him, still beneath the blankets.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

He whispered your name. You didn’t move.

He tried again. “Can I do anything for you?”

You sniffled, and his heart nearly broke.

“Can I move the blanket, honey?” he asked.

The top of your head moved slowly in a nod.

He hooked a finger and pulled down carefully, revealing water-lined eyes with bags under them.

He thought as much. When things worsened, you never slept well.

“What do you need?” he whispered as gently as he could.

You didn’t look at him as your hand emerged to clutch your pillowcase.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

He nodded. He couldn’t let you stay like this.

“Then, could you do something for me? I know you won’t want to, but you can come right back. I promise.”

You glanced at him, then looked away. As much of an acknowledgment as he would get.

“Go take a shower. Take as long as you need,” he said.

You didn’t fight him, didn’t argue, and he took that as more of a bad sign than anything.

Once your bathroom door closed, he stripped the bed and threw everything in the washer. After replacing the sheets, he put the discarded clothes in your hamper and tossed any trash he spotted. He kept the blinds closed. Baby steps.

He was finishing putting the dishes away when you walked out in a towel and back into your room to change.

You didn’t ask what he was doing or tell him he didn’t have to do it. You almost ignored him.

You had already returned to bed when he entered. This time, you were against the headboard, staring off into space.

He sat beside you.

Your hands rested above the covers, wrists on display, and his shoulders relaxed.

It hadn’t gotten that bad.

He let you have your silence. Sometimes it was what you needed.

“Why are you friends with me?”

Sometimes it wasn’t.

“Because I need you,” he said.

It was all he thought to say. Superficial compliments wouldn’t stop your mind from spiraling. Hopefully, you’d believe him.

You shook your head. “You deserve better.”

He wanted to shield you from your own words. 

“(Y/N), I need you to look at me,” he said. And when you didn’t, he repeated himself. “Please?”

You glanced at him, rubbing the hem of your shirt between your fingers.

“Have I ever lied to you?” he asked gently.

You shook your head slowly, hunching your shoulders.

“I will always always tell you the truth,” he said. “You’re my best friend. That’s never going to change, okay?” He carefully pulled your hand between his. “I care about you so much, (Y/N). You’re never going to get rid of me.”

You sniffled, glancing at him through your lashes.

Tears lined his own eyes, threatening to spill forth.

You were his best friend. He’d be lost without you, and he needed you to know that he’d never go anywhere, that he belonged by your side. You made him feel seen. You made him feel sane.

Whatever you needed from him, he would give.

“Can you…Can you hold me?” you whispered, trying to keep your voice from breaking.

He answered by laying on his back, waiting for you to settle on his chest, hands still connected.

“Get some rest,” he whispered. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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Malcolm stayed with you for the next few days. He even called Gil and said he had to take a personal day, much to Gil’s surprise and pleasure. Thankfully, Gil didn’t ask any questions. Malcolm never would’ve broken your trust like that.

Today was the first day you had gotten dressed. Malcolm considered that a massive sign you were starting to feel more like yourself.

“How’re you feeling?” He took in every feature of your face, searching for the most minute twitch.

“I’m…I’m better.” You nodded slowly. “I’m not okay. I know that, but I’m better than I was. Not everything’s as…dark.”

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a sympathetic smile. His fingers found yours, holding them lightly.

“All healing takes time. And I’ll be right here whenever you need me.” His eyes stayed locked with yours, nothing but sincerity in them.

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He shook his head slightly. “You never need to thank me for doing something I want to do.”

It brought tears to your eyes—how kind he was. Malcolm was the only person you could trust with everything. He knew what it was like to be trapped in your own mind, to hate so many parts of yourself that you want to rip out.

And each time you were on the verge of relapsing, he’d pull you away from the edge. As you’d done for him.

“Why don’t we take a walk? See how many squirrels we can feed,” he said, offering you his arm.

Your face lifted, not a smile, but not so melancholy as it had been.

“Okay.”

Grasping the crook of his elbow, you interlocked your fingers there and let him lead you outside.

The sun's warmth sunk into your skin as Malcolm launched into what his mother was trying to rope him into. And when the first chuckle in a week passed your lips, the darkness didn’t feel so encompassing anymore.

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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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Last Names

A Malcolm Bright x Reader

What could go wrong at a dinner with a nosy mom?

Chapter 3, Part 3- Disaster Dinner

Suddenly I was in a gorgeous dining room, I was stunned until Malcolm pulled my chair out for me. I quickly sat down and thanked him awkwardly, not being used to such gentle men like actions. Lets just say I haven’t been on a date since I was 17 and now I’m 25, not that this is a date of course. The first few minutes of dinner was quiet as everyone slowly nibbled on the roasted ham that was being served. Slowly things started to dissolve into an argument between Malcolm and his mother. Arguing about how he saw his dad in prison to solve the previous case. I just sat quietly as they continued to argue about this topic. I could see where she was coming from but I definitely can see where he is coming from. Ainsley looks at me and rolls her eyes, “Guys why don’t we argue about Malcolms poor decision making later when we don’t have a guest.”

“Your right Ainsley even though Malcolms actions were totally reckless, Y/N I heard you and Malcolm work together, both profilers I believe?” She questioned. 

“Oh yeah I am a profiler, I have been for a good eight years I believe.” I answered 

“Oh wow, umm what a young age to start in such a gruesome job.” She looked at me strangely. 

“Yeah, I graduated college young so I decided just not to wait to pursue my dreams.” I responded as she nodded her head. Slowly we all finished eating and Malcolm and I were preparing to leave. 

“Hey Malcolm, can you come help me with something upstairs?” Ainsley asked.

“Oh yeah sure, Y/N I will be right back.” He said as I nodded. I watched as they headed upstairs as I stood there awkwardly. His mom looked at me as if she was examining me. 

“I know who you are Y/N.” She said blatantly, my eyes widened in shock as I was taken aback.

“Excuse me?” I questioned.

“You are Y/N Scott, daughter of the serial killer duo and experimental child abusers.” She stated as my breathing started to hitch and speed up.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” I lied. 

“Stop with your lies, I can see right through you. This is what's going to happen: stay away from my son. He does not need any more dark things in his life. Let alone a whole trauma basket case, or else I will tell him.” My mouth opened but nothing came out. I heard Malcolm walking down the stairs.

“Alright let's get going,'' he stated. He quickly hugged his mother and opened the door for me. I was speechless, blinking away tears trying to hold myself together. I slowly walked out the door and down the steps.

“Hey, whatever my mom said to you, just ignore her, she can be very intense sometimes.” He looked at my eyes with pure care. I nodded slowly as he opened the passenger door for me as I slid in. Almost the whole car ride was quiet which I was grateful for because my voice would have broken if I said anything. As he pulled up to my apartment and parked his car, he looked at me. “What did she say?” He looked concerned.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” I nodded, blinking back tears. I quickly opened the car door and got out.

“Have a goodnight Malcolm, thanks for everything.” I closed the door before he could say anything and ran up to my front door. Quickly opening it and closing it to hide myself as I crumbled. 

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Come and Save Me from It - Malcolm Bright Imagine [Prodigal Son]

Title: Come and Save Me from It

Pairing: Malcolm Bright X Reader

Based On: Sedated

Word Count: 431 words

Warning(s): unhealthy coping strategy

Summary: Malcolm had grown used to handling everything on his own. But with (Y/n) that became more of a choice and less of a requirement. But maybe finding that one person to attach to could cause a new selection of unhealthy behaviors.

Author's Note: I have truly missed writing for this man. Also, this so short and I'm sorry.

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It wasn't healthy.

Both of them knew that.

Healthy relationships needed more than an escape from pain to make a sturdy foundation.

What (Y/n) and Malcolm were doing was far closer to self-medicating than it was to dating.

But neither one of them cared. Neither one of them wanted to even acknowledge the possibility.

Malcolm had enough to focus on. With all his dad had done. With all of the flashbacks and nightmares that followed him from day to day, he didn't want to chance the possibility of tainting the one good thing that he had.

(Y/n) had acknowledged it once. But that was enough for them to shake their head and avoid the thought altogether. They had enough weight sitting on their shoulders. They didn't need any additional guilt. They were scared that their collarbones would start to crack if they did.

The first time either one of them indulged in the behavior was an accident.

Neither one is sure how it happened, but they had started talking about their pasts. It was a long, awkward conversation. Pieces were clearly left out, but neither one of them seemed to care.

Malcolm kissed (Y/n) first.

Not because he had some grand plan to use trauma as an excuse to kiss the person that he had developed feelings for. Instead, it was an action that surprised him as much as it had surprised (Y/n).

It almost felt instinctual. Like they had done it all before. Muscle memory for a skill neither had practiced.

After that, they found each other again and again.

Like going back for another fix. Silence the thoughts, calm the body, and escape the feelings. It all worked so perfectly for them.

Maybe it was unhealthy.

Maybe it would have been better for each of them to pursue real, professional help.

Maybe they should've known better.

Maybe they both knew that in the back of their minds.

But it was good.

For all of the unhealthiness and avoidant behavior, it was good.

Malcolm hadn't known peace better than the times that he could wake up with his face tucked into the crook of his neck. He could hold them a little bit tighter, hide for a little while longer. That was enough for him at night.

(Y/n) grew to need the feeling of being held. Wanted, needed. It was enough to make the pain in their chest stop for a while. The feeling of being held was enough to get them through the night.

In the end, all that mattered to them was the feeling of their personal sedation.

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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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