#malcom bright x reader

[mrs-malcolm-bright]

I’m heading out on vacation and I need some recs for long/multi chapter fan fics. Currently into Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) or any character played by Joe and Malcolm Bright (The Prodigal Son). Please leave your recs below!

[ficsofabotchedmind]

Family that slays together, stays together

Summary? Nope.

Warnings? Hell yeah!: Blood, murder, disposal, knives, sibling bonding over murder, just a lot.

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Every single person always overlooked Martin and Jessica Whitly’s youngest except Ainsley, their sister. 

You see while Ainsley had Malcolm, Y/n had Ainsley and while it had faltered as they got older, Ainsley and Y/n still protected one another no matter what, even helping cover up a murder. 

It was late when Y/n’s cellphone rung, looking at the phone it was Malcolm, “Ugh, what does he want? Hello?” 

Malcolm was out of breath, and he had a wild tinge to his tone, “Y/n, I need your help, it’s Ainsley.” 

Y/n’s breath caught in their throat at the thought of something happening to their big sister and as they shot up and flew around the house, they asked, “What happened?” 

Malcolm stopped for a second and then responded, “Not over the phone, just get here now.” 

With that, the siblings hung up and Y/n flew out of their house and over to their mothers. 

Letting themselves in, Y/n did a survey of everything as they walked through the house. 

Things didn’t look different, but they felt different something was off and as they walked into the dining/living area, it became clear. 

Nicholas Endicott lay on the floor with blood surrounding him and as Y/n got closer, they saw the deep slit on his throat and multiple stab wounds to his torso. 

While anyone else would balk at the sight of a dead body, especially one with so much blood and violence involved, Y/n did not. 

When you are a Whitly you’re not like others, and your father’s genetics made sure of that. 

Y/n took in every detail, and after what seemed like hours taking in every stab wound and the slit across his neck, Malcolm spoke, “We don’t have time, we need to get Endicott's body out of here before morning, hurry!” 

Y/n would ask what happened later but right now, the Surgeons children did what they do best, murder and disposal. 

Y/n went around gathering everything that was caught in the aftermath and set it aside so it could be taken care of later and once that was done, they focused on what their brother was doing, “Malcolm, let me get the next part while you finish the clean-up.” 

Malcolm was about to protest before Y/n made an obvious show of missing certain items, of course it was only a show though, Y/n was more of Martin than Malcolm or Ainsley ever would be and then you add Jessica’s issues on top and you have the perfect killing machine. 

Malcolm moved aside and gave Y/n the saw, and as the saw sunk into the flesh and worked its way through the bone all Y/n could do was smile. 

Just like their big sister, Y/n preferred a knife. It was more satisfying, anger dissipating as the knife would sink in repeatedly, blood casting into your face, spreading onto your hands, dripping. 

Malcolm observed Y/n, he saw the smile spread wide, the calm in their eyes, the precise cuts Y/n made along Endicott's body to dispose of him, he saw someone he would have to watch and make sure no one found out. Malcolm wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling this may not be Y/n’s first time, they’re a Whitly. 

Hurrying up and getting the body dissected, put into bags, and the bags into suitcases, Malcolm handed the rest of the clean-up off to Y/n, “I’m not stupid, finish the clean up, get yourself clean and then dispose of everything, we meet back here. Oh, if Ainsley asks, I did it. Go it?” 

Y/n cocked their brown along with their head, “Yeah, got it. And Malcolm, what did Ainsley do?” 

Taking a breath, Malcolm spoke, “I’ll explain when this is done, we just need to hurry up.” 

Y/n took the supplies once again and set to work, after a bit longer of scrubbing and missing a spot on a book for the hell of it because let’s be honest, it will be easier for all of them for their mother to learn that way. 

After getting everything cleaned up, Y/n went to go shower but decided to check in Ainsley first.  

Looking inside the room, Y/n could clearly see their big sister still sleeping and Y/n carefully made their way back out, into the hall and continued to their bathroom. 

Once in, they took a black trash bag, stripped, and shoved the clothes in the bag to burn with everything else. 

Setting the water to the hottest temperature, Y/n got in and took their time.  

Standing there with their head down, watching with a smile as the blood mixed with the water and swirled down the drain. 

After 15 minutes of standing there, Y/n heard the door open and rushed through the rest of the shower. 

Once done and dressed Y/n took everything and with Malcolm’s help, disposed of the other half of the evidence. 

Going back to their childhood home they finally were able to sit, and Y/n could finally get some answers, “Malcolm, what happened with Endicott?” 

Malcolm sighed and looked to Y/n debating on telling the truth or not, but he decided it would be best to tell them the truth, “I’ll tell you the condensed version. Endicott came over and Ainsley…I…Y/n, Ainsley blacked out and killed him.” 

Y/n suppressed the urge to roll their eyes at him, and asked, “Does she recall anything?” 

Malcolm grew quiet and thought back and the answered, “Not that I could tell, she asked what happened, I told her it was me, and then I sent her to clean up.” 

Y/n already knowing that Ainsley had a bit more of Martin in her than Malcolm did but less than them asked, “Is it possible she does but she’s lying about it?” 

Malcolm sighed and was about to answer when the two heard Ainsley get up and quickly rushed out, “Let’s hope not.” 

Making her way in the dining/living area, Ainsley did a once over of the area and asked in a slight whisper, “Is it all done?”  

Y/n took the initiative and stepped forward, “It’s all done and over, we don’t have to worry about Nicholas Endicott any longer.” 

Ainsley produced a small smile and collapsed in Y/n’s arms, “Thank God!” 

Staying there for a minute but then retreating, Ainsley looked Y/n in the eye and in that moment, they knew that Ainsley wasn’t lying. 

Malcolm motioned that he was going in the kitchen for food so they could all eat and after the night that was just had, they certainly needed it. 

Sitting on the couch, Ainsley patted the seat beside her motioning for the youngest out of the 3 to sit and once they did, she dropped her head on their shoulder, “Thank you for helping Malcolm, I know you two don’t necessarily get along but you did tonight to protect the family, so thank you.” 

Y/n took a breath and laid their head on top of Ainsley’s, “Of course. We need to stick together, or we will all fall. We are now all complicit in this, Ainsley and we must stick together.” 

After staying quiet for a few minutes, Ainsley spoke as Malcolm walked in the room, “I know, and we will.” 

Taking the food from Malcolm, they all ate in silence but after an hour, Y/n spoke calmly before taking a bite from their sandwich, “Just to be clear with both of you, if anyone gets too close to the truth and threatens this family in anyway, I am going to kill them with no hesitation.” 

Both Ainsley and Malcolm observed Y/n, they knew in that moment that their sibling was speaking the truth, they knew no matter who it was, Y/n would kill them to protect the family secrets. 

All three looked at each other and made a silent pact that if anyone gets close, they had to go. 

Most would think that this calm would seem eerie, but they are Whitly’s after all and murder is what they do best.  

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Bonus: After the reveal and learning that Ainsley knew 

“Sooooo, how many have you killed?” Ainsley asked with a side eye 

Malcolm gaped and Y/n laughed, “Enough.” 

Malcolm’s eyes got wider, “When??” 

Y/n casually asked, “Before or after Ainsley killed Endicott?” 

Malcolm had had it, they were going to drive him further up the wall than he already was, “Enough, I need sleep. You two clean, I’m going to my room.” 

The two youngest snickered, the murder had helped them grow closer once again but before Malcolm could leave the room, Y/n asked, “Does it help to know they were all bad?” 

Malcolm sighed and thought with a shake of his head as he left behind the giggling pair, “So that’s who’s been killing those people who have been released, not surprised.” 

Both Jessica and Malcolm could hear them cackling and Y/n shout, “The family that slays together, stays together.” 

Jessica groaned and downed her wine but smiled slightly at the fact they had at least bonded over something and went back to her writing; Malcolm shook his head with a soft smile and made his way up to his room. 

[disasterfandoms]

Dating Malcom Bright Headcanons

Requested: nope

a/N: this man deserves so much better than he’s gotten. Contains spoilers from season 2, this in general is going to be very fluffly and hurt/comfort because he is always hurt somehow and I want to constantly comfort him

TW: mentions of abuse, mentions of PTSD, mentions of other mental illnesses

- I feel like you would meet Malcom at a crime scene. Whether you worked there or you were at witness, he was instantly drawn to you

- He would try to impress you on the first date, I feel like with his mother’s influence he would take you to an expensive restaurant and walk through Central Park

- It wouldn’t take long before you two start dating would he have to tell you some of his traumas and mental illnesses. He can’t hide the fact he’s been traumatized for most of his life. 

- You take it in stride, some people are more “broken” than others

- He starts telling you about his job and tells you stories about all sorts of famous serial killers you probably have never heard of

- His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. He loves to be told you’re proud of him and will shower you in loving words any chance he gets

- Loves to spend time with you at the apartment with Sunny, watching trash tv and eating popcorn, wanting a distraction from all the other things in his life

- Having to make food for him sometimes when he tells you he forgot to eat that day, bc the man is such a disaster that essential things like food and sleep are forgotten

- Having to have a conversation about the restraints on his bed because he’s worried he’ll hurt you during a night terror

- Meeting his mother and while she is very protective of her children, she’s just happy he has someone to look after him while he’s trying to protect everyone else

- Him wanting to shield you from his father’s atrocious crimes

- Meeting the team, instantly bonding with them over Malcom’s insanity and joking with them that he has no self-preservation

- Awkward family dinners at the Whitly’s with a tense atmosphere due to some family drama he chose not to tell you to “protect you”

- cuddling with Malcom after he wakes up from a nightmare, hoping to help him calm down and realize he’s safe, he’s okay.

[shelsgovroomvroom]

oooo make out session with malcolm?

I just wanna say that I wrote this entire thing out and then my phone battery died and I lost all of it so now here I am again! But I still love this request and I hope you guys enjoy it :)

When you makeout with Malcom, there’s no frantic movements or manhandling. It’s calm and comforting and you always feel so loved.

It usually starts when the two of you are just sitting quietly together at the end of the day. It’s probably a day where Malcom hasn’t had it easy and the two of you are just sitting together on the couch. There’s soft music playing in the background as malcolm sips on a glass of scotch and you read a book next to him.

This is by far his favorite moment of the day. The music playing is a playlist you compiled especially for this time. Just for unwinding.

At some point you put your book down and rest your head against his shoulder. You start to press kisses to his neck. This never fails to make him shuffle closer to you and tilt his head to give you more access. Neck kisses have always been his weakness, and it’s one you’ve taken at advantage of on many occasions.

Eventually he tilts your head up so that he can kiss you properly. He tastes of scotch and he’s pulling you closer.

Before you know it you’re straddling him. You can barely kiss him because both of you are smiling so much.

Malcolm starts to leave kisses all over your face, which naturally only makes you start giggling. He jokingly berates you, telling you to stay still so he can kiss you properly.

He kisses down your neck, moaning a little when you pull his hair in response. Malcolm really would just press kisses all over your body for hours if he could.

But you have to stop him. Because it’s unfair that he’s the only one who gets to give kisses. So you force him to lay back as you do the same to him.

The two of you just spend the night exchanging kisses and relaxing together.

[dennypanne]

This goes to all writers of you!

I really need a good Malcom Bright x Fem!Reader Smut, anything in this direction... I'm a sucker for Malcom I really really need this, help a colleague here girls and boys, because I suck at writing! Please!

[rock-n-roll-refugee]

Brain Damage

Malcolm Bright X Reader

A/N: lol this show really just proves that my type is an exhausted psychopathic white boys. Oh well here’s a fanfic

Also there are spoilers so don’t read if you haven’t seen it because many scenes in this fic come straight from the show baby!

“Y/N” Gil speaks as he walks into my laboratory with JT and Dani, “thanks for hustling on this. I know these homicides were-”

“Amazing!” I said finishing up the autopsy report, “I mean, I’ve only read about The Surgeon’s meathods in textbooks. To see them carried out in person, it’s a real thrill!” Gil just raised an eyebrow as I walked towards them.

“So, three victims... based on the tox report, each one was injected with a different cocktail of paralytic agents that shut their bodies down one system at a time.” I explained using hand gestures with a surgical knife in one hand, “It must have been agony”

“It was”

Everyone turned to the voice in the doorway. There stood a tall, thin, and exhausted looking man, who undoubtedly was quite attractive.

“I imagine” he said catching my gaze, making me blush, “I have a preliminary profile.”

“Damn, Bright, you sleep at all?” Gil said.

‘Huh Bright that’s an odd name.’ She thought to herself

“Wow” Bright said pulling her out of her thoughts, “this suture work is amazing. These Y-incisions. You’re like Picasso with formaldehyde.” He said looking at me with his breathtaking blue eyes.

“Thanks” I chuckled back getting flustered. “And you’re very... slender” I mentally face palmed at my response and awkwardly looked away.

“Yeah, well, most food makes me sick” he said winking at me.

“What’s happening?” JT whispered to Dani as she shrugged.

Bright, Gil, Dani, and JT all discuss Bright’s profile and the case, but for some reason, I just couldn’t keep my eyes of that boy. Something about him drew me to him, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. The subtle wickedness in his smile and I could from his eyes, that he held something in his mind that cut deep, something he wanted to say, something that eats him inside and out. But who knows, right? I’m probably just over examining this kid, he probably just has insomnia or something. 

“They're also strangers.” Gil said drawing my attention yet again, “Nothing connects them. 

“Except for these.” Bright says as he lifts up the corpse’s arm. I tilt my head, “All three victims had the same bruising on their wrists. This does not match The Surgeon's methods.” Bright explains making me smirk.

‘This boy really is observant. Wonder who taught him.’ I think to myself. 

“Maybe our guy handcuffed Vanessa?” JT asks looking at the bodies. 

“These aren't from metal. My guess is quarter-inch-thick Japanese-style bondage rope. Simple but effective.” Bright replies.

“Exactly!” I blurt excitedly, causing Bright to turn his gaze towards me, giving a small smile, “I mean... I agree about the rope and its effectiveness, and, and everything else that you said.” I say embarrassed as ever, words shifting to mutters after realizing that I’m rambling. 

“Also, these bruises don't match the time of death. They're from earlier. Three days at least.” I say shifting my attention to Gil, “So, the women were all restrained, but not on the night that they were murdered.” 

Bright gave me a smile smile as the four continued to discuss possible suspects. Within ten minutes, they were already out with a lead, leaving me alone with my bodies. 

“What is going on in your head Mr. Bright?” I sigh leaning on one of the tables, looking at one of the bodies as if to find an answer. 

~~~

“Damnit!” I yelled at my computer screen, seeing as I have only one move left on my game of Candy Crush, “fucking stupid game, only 40-year-old stay-at-home moms think you're fun!” I say as I wave my middle fingers around at the screen. Groaning, I start up a new game, when I hear someone running toward my lab. 

“No one should be here this late...” I say to myself, walking towards my door. When Bright bursts in, nearly hitting my face with the door. He stumbles in holding a blue and white cooler. 

“Bright? What are you doing here?” I say running to my computer to switch the screen to my emails, “if you're looking for the bodies, I already sent them out to another lab, but I mean if it’s importa-

“You really don’t need to hide the fact that you were playing games on your computer...” he interrupts, out of breath.

“Bright, what? Are you-whats going on? Did you run here?” 

“Almost...” he says slouching over, “I tried catching up to the ambulance... they left without this” 

He drops the blue cooler onto one of the tables. I notice blood spattered all over his clothes and face.

“Oh goodness! You have blood all over you! What the hell did you do? Are you okay?” I say running to him holding his shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah... I’m fine, uh I don’t know how to say this,” he says looking up at me with his bright blue eyes, “theres a severed hand in there.”

“What?!” I scream.

“We located Nico, turns out he was being held by our new suspect and there was a bomb, and, well, it was the only way.” he explained, still trying to regain his breath, “the ambulance left with Nico and I didn’t know what to do with this, so I brought it here to see if you could to any DNA tests?” 

I stood speechless for a moment, “Bright, I don’t think I have any permission to do this, besides I don’t have any access to any very accurate tests, its not like i have FBI equipment.”

“Right, I’m sorry. I’m just not quite use to working like this” he says, confusing me.

“Well the least I can do is get you cleaned up.” I said looking at his blood spattered face. I take him to the sink room, where he washes his hands and face. I notice his shaking hands as he cleans himself. 

“You’re shaking.” I say grabbing his hand. He looks down at me longingly, as I realize what I’m doing, and dropping his hand, “Sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“No. Its alright” He says grabbing my hand again. I look down to see his hand stopped shaking. 

“Tremors” he says making me look up at him, “I know you were thinking about it. I’ve had them since I was young.” We look into each other’s eyes taking in the moment, until I realize the the faucet was still running. I snap out of my trance and turn to turn off the running water. 

“Would you like a change of clothes?” I say trying to change the subject

“Do you have any?” he asks

“No.” I say getting caught in the lie. I rub my neck and slowly walk away.

“Well thank you Mr. Bright, I will take very good care of this hand and I will see you around... I guess” I say, going to get my jacket and bag. 

“Y/N,” he says making stop fumbling around, “I also came to ask if you would like to maybe go and have a drink with me someday?” 

I stand there, shocked at his words, “I uh, well um, I...” I stutter as he raises a brow, “Yes! I-I mean yeah... sure, sure” 

He smiles, “Great! Well then its, there uh- I mean its a date!” he chuckles, “Would you like me to walk you home?”

“Oh no its okay, I have a ride.” I say giving an awkward smile

“Alright then, Ms. Y/L/N, I will see you very soon.” he says giving me a smile as he leaves. I watch him walk away smiling to myself. 

‘What did I just get myself in to?’

A/N: Soooooo I'm very tired and i totally rushed the end sorryyyy. lol I have some plans for this fic, but like idk whats gonna actually happen in the show, so i kinda gotta wait till more happens idkkk i there may or may not be some dark stuff or maybe smutty stuff. let me know y'all if you like this and if u want a smutty or dark thing coming!

[daughterofjaneweller]

After tonight’s episode of Prodigal Son I need a Malcom Bright x reader featuring high Malcom.

Reader is a cop & Malcom’s girlfriend or fiancé or wife

[midnight-moonlight-and-mars]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I still have some things to write, but my list is shortening. I can take requests for anything you see on my masterlist. If there is anything you didn’t see and would like me to write for just ask!

Thanks for following!

-K