#malcolm bright x original character

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First Ten Lines Challenge

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

tagged by @cinematicnomad <3

5 Times Eddie Sabotaged Steve's Dates (+1 Time Where Eddie was the Date) (10k [ish], M) Steddie, post S4 with Eddie sabotaging Steve's dates until he becomes the date

“What do you see in all those girls anyway?” Eddie laid out on a towel near the pool in Steve’s backyard.

A Different Kind of Brave (11.5k, T) Steddie, post S4 with Eddie finding Steve at a beauty school in Indianapolis - hair is tamed and a date is made.

Steve wiped down his tools and checked his station one last time, breathing a sigh of relief.

A New Style (1k, T) Steddie, just an excuse for Eddie to molest Steve's neck after a new haircut

“All right shitheads, come help grab the pizzas! Those with hollow legs must help cart the load into the kitchen!”

I Will Sing You a Praise Chorus (6k [ish], T) Steddie, Eddie trying to figure Steve out and finds Steve has a bit of a praise kink

“Steve! You’re looking extra bitchin’ today!”

I Want Candy (1k [ish], T) Steddie, just a little fun with Eddie finding Steve washing his car

Eddie closed his eyes and tried to drown out the cacophony of sounds coming from Nancy’s station wagon.

You Are Your Own Magician (15k, M) Steddie, bit of a character study with Steve finding himself, leading to a sweet Steddie reunion

It started with the vest.

Yer a Dragon, Jaskier (7k [ish], M) Geraskier, Jaskier's a dragon but doesn't know it - and Geralt is in love with him - things work out in the end

There was nothing special about the day - it started off like every other day did in Kaer Morhen.

Let's Dance Together, You and I (12k, E) Geraskier, A fun bodyswap fic with love confessions

It started with Chaos.

Comatose (766 words, G) Tarlos, bit of hurt/comfort

“We need to get his father.”

Converge (906 words, M) Malcom Bright x Original Male Character, just a kinky ficlet in my Psych 101 'Verse

The wedding had gone off without a hitch, thankfully.

The Steddie stuff is all posted since January and the rest is from 2022 and 2021 ... I had a bit of a slump LOL

Aaaand I'm gonna tag ... @gusthemoose, @trekkiepirate, @halffizzbin, @literaryoblivion and @p1013

#steddie #geraskier #tarlos #prodigal son #malcolm bright x original male character #911 lone star #stranger things #the witcher

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CORNEAS AND CONCUSSIONS

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: Malcolm x OC

Words: 970

Description: Malcolm brings Mary to a crime scene.

PART 1: dirks-and-daggars

Mary brushed her shirt down, trying to look more professional, it was hard considering she was wearing an AC/DC t shirt and jeans. Malcolm had invited her to the precinct to go over the cannibal case, things were going swimmingly until a cough had startled them.

The voice belonged to a tall, intimidating, dark haired man. The man beside her had jumped ever so slightly and straightening his posture.

"Gil! I didn't think you'd be in this early." Malcolm asked.

The man, Gil, stared back quizzically with a quirked brow, staring at the pair in question.

"Yeah, we got a call about a DOA possibly relating to the cannibal case. Figured I'd come get you. Who's this." He asked gesturing to Mary.

"Oh! Gill Arroyo meat Mary, Mary meet Detective Gil Arroyo." Malcolm said with a smile. With an awkward grin she waved toward the man.

"Pleasure to meet you Detective." She stuck out a hand for the man to shake, one he ignored. Glaring towards the younger man he spoke.

"Bright, is there a reason you’re letting a random unauthorized civilian in on a murder investigation?" Malcolm’s brows raised as he search for an answer, Mary interrupted.

"No random actually, almost a dr... technically. I study anthropology and in doing so I became a, sort of expert in endocannibalism. Which directly relates to the case. Speaking of which, I'd love to see the body, to- for the case not for- yeah." Trailing off at the end of her sentence, Mary stood there awkwardly under the older man's gaze.

"Perfect idea! You'll be able to understand the killer and their methods better if you can actually see the scene." He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway and out the door.

Gil sighed as Malcolm dragged the stranger along for the ride. Under normal circumstances  he'd never allow this to happen, but with a cannibalistic murderer on the loose all bets were off.

The pair walked in timidly, JT and Dani giving them side eye as a Bright dragged a stranger inside. She slowly approached the body, eyebrows wrinkling as she examined the scene. Her eyes widened as she noticed someone in a large plastic suit.

"Oh my goodness I completely forgot, I'm so sorry. Have CSI's examined the scene yet I don't want to disturb evidence." She asked the stranger timidly.

"Oh! Yes they have. That's why I'm here. Thank you for asking by the way. Oh, I'm-." Mary stared at the woman in shock unintentionally interrupting the woman.

"Chief medical examiner, Tanaka. It's a pleasure to meet you, I've studied your work. Your like Michelangelo with formaldehyde," a soft 'I told you so' was spoken behind her. "I mean those y-incisions look like a hot knife through butter." She stuck a hand out but pulled it back quickly.

"Sorry, gloves right. Mary, I'm an anthropology student, I've done essays and research on you and your cases." Mary smiled timidly.

"Oh! You’re too kind. What are you doing here if you don't mind my asking?" The doctor asked sweetly, glancing between the woman and the corpse as she spoke.

"Oh I'm-." The young girl was quickly interrupted.

"I brought her, I thought we could use some help on the case." Malcolm replied.

"I'm his pseudo-expert on Endocannibalism." She laughed softly, the Dr. chuckled as well.

Mary's body tilted to the side, she walked closer to the large hard wood table glancing between it and the fireplace. Turning back to the others she spoke.

"I think this was personal, at least to the killer. See in the other killing it was just the gallbladder found in the fireplace, this time the brain is in there as well. Still removed with the same precision as the last but disagreed like trash. They felt the victim was stupid and unworthy, no knowledge to be gained by eating their brain, but here." The young girl walked closer to the body.

The detectives looked at the girl in confusion, with a slight bit of distain, they didn't need another Malcolm.

"The eyes were removed, as if they held some secret. Seeing something they shouldn't have... seeing the killer. Russian folkloric tales state that the eyes of someone killed hold a picture of their killer. This was personal, they knew each other, that's why the killer thought his brain was worthless. They thought, they knew he was stupid." She glanced up to Malcolm with a smile, one he returned.

He saw it to, he saw the exact same things that she did. They understood each other and the killer.

"Was there a head wound, besides that of the... skull cutting bit?" Malcolm asked.

Edrisa pursed her lips and walked behind the body, it laid on the table spread eagle. Tilting her head to the side she glanced up at Malcolm.

"Um, yes actually... how's you know?" She asked.

Malcolm and Mary shared a look, they knew what that meant.

"Why would the killer need to incapacitate the victim if they were physically stronger?" Mary asked, a glint in her eye, the same one Malcolm had.

"They wouldn't. The killer is a woman, it fits with the references to the Papua New Guinea tribe. Only the women could eat the bodies-."

"Because only they could hold in the demons." Finishing the young man's sentence an eerie silence filled the room.

Dani let out a deep sigh, yeah, there was two of them now. Dani glanced over to JT and Gil, they both seemed to share the same idea. No matter how hard they pushed it wouldn't matter if they solved the case even if she wasn't needed anymore, Malcolm was going to keep bringing her. At least he was finally making friends, huh?

Thank you @buggylad for editing

#orginal character #original female character #fanfiction #fanfic #malcolm whitly #malcolm bright #martin whitly #jessica whitly #ainsley whitly #malcolm bright x oc

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The Prodigal Son Collection

The Collections

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All rights to the media and characters below belong to the original creators and writers.

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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I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry - Malcolm Bright Imagine (Prodigal Son)

Title: I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry

Pairing: Malcolm Bright X Reader

Based On: She Calls Me Back

Word Count: 653 words

Warning(s): subtle reference to insecurities

Summary: Malcolm wasn't one to go out looking for love. When he met (Y/n), it simply hit him like a train. He felt like he was balancing on the line between healthy and obsessive. Maybe that balancing act wasn't as scary as he originally thought it was.

Author's Note: It has been a while since I've written for this character. I hope people still like how I write him because I've missed him.

STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

**Written in third person**

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It would be reckless to claim that one person could repair any problem that one had with their sleep cycle.

However, Malcolm would be lying if he tried to claim that having (Y/n) next to him didn't help him a little bit.

Maybe it was because being able to wake up and see them was very comforting.

Now... it was thoughts like that that worried him about his feelings for them.

He couldn't help but feel obsessive at times. He would find himself awake far earlier than he should've been and let himself relax next to (Y/n) like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His hand would cup the side of (Y/n)'s face as he scanned every part of their face.

Malcolm knew that they loved him, but he couldn't help but wonder if it felt like it did for him. If it felt like one touch could calm them in a moment. If it felt like being away from them made it just a little bit harder to breathe. If their mind couldn't help but wander to him and wonder about what he was doing when he wasn't with them.

He wanted to know how much of their mind he occupied.

(Y/n)'s eyes would slowly open a little while after Malcolm's. They would grin at him, tilting toward the palm of his hand. The skin offered them a sense of comfort and safety.

"Morning," (Y/n) muttered before looking over Malcolm's shoulder to the window. "Well... almost."

It was still dark outside. The best light source at the time was the streetlight outside of the window. It barely managed to graze part of Malcolm's arm.

"How'd you sleep," they asked.

"Fine," Malcolm said. (Y/n), through tired glances and a yawn, raised an eyebrow at him. 'Fine' was rarely a good answer from Malcolm. "Better."

(Y/n) chuckled. They reached up and grabbed his hand, moving it enough so they could press a kiss to his palm. He took a deep breath as they did. How could one small motion bring him so much comfort?

(Y/n) kept Malcolm's hand in theirs. Their lips rested against the side, a small grin forming as they watched his eyes study them.

"What's on your mind?"

Malcolm almost didn't hear the question. He was just so focused on committing every detail of them to memory.

"Malcolm?"

He blinked a few times, feeling like he was tuning back into the moment in front of him. (Y/n) had leaned back a bit, their thumb still running over the skin of his hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You," he replied. He was well aware of how sappy that sounded. He saw it in the amused look on (Y/n)'s face. "Sometimes I think I'm too in love with you."

(Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows.

"When does it become obsessive," he asked. "When does you constantly being on my mind go from sweet to creepy?"

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against theirs. (Y/n) wasn't sure if he wanted a real answer or not.

In all honesty, Malcolm wasn't quite sure either. He just felt like his heart was being pulled to them. A constant state of longing that he grew to adore. He couldn't imagine his life without that feeling at this point.

(Y/n) pressed their lips to his.

It was a gentle kiss. Gentle and slow. Malcolm felt like he couldn't kiss them back fast enough before they pulled away again.

"I love you," they mumbled to him, face mere inches from his. "I love you so much. I couldn't see you loving me as 'creepy'. I just want to love and be loved by you."

Malcolm's smile grew again. "I love you too."

(Y/n) leaned forward and kissed him again.

He could live his entire life with that longing feeling in his chest as long as he knew that he could always come back to moments like this.

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Author's Note: Not gonna lie, I really like this. It's just so gentle and loving.

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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

9-1-1

Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

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Alright, requests for all of my fandoms are open. Send some in while you can, they will not be open long!

Writing Prompt List #1 *210 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; & Scenario Prompts)

Writing Prompt List #2 *200 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; and Scenario Prompts)

Sensory Prompts #1 *125 prompts (nature ambiance; fluff/relationship; angst/sad; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Sensory Prompts #2 *around 130 prompts (nature/outside ambiance; relationship/fluff; angst; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Rules Page *Basic Rules: - I only write 'x reader' inserts; no ships or oc inserts - GN!Reader only - I do not write specific body types, or for other specific physical characteristics, since I try to keep my inserts as neutral as possible - No nsfw; no pregnancy/children, no readers/character fics below 18

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You can request for fics/oneshots or headcanons.

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9-1-1 (FOX show)

Evan “Buck” Buckley Eddie Diaz Det. Lou Ransone Howard “Chimney” Han

The Boys:

Serge “Frenchie” Hughie Campbell Billy Butcher

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Simon Basset Colin Bridgerton *maybe others? 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike Angel

Criminal Minds  (I have only watched seasons 1-11)

Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Derek Morgan

Doctor Who

Ten Eleven Twelve

Elementary

Sherlock Holmes *I have not watched the whole series so I wont write much for in-show plot points

Firefly

Malcolm Reynolds Simon Tam

Lark Rise to Candleford

Daniel Parish Fisher Bloom Sir Timothy Midwinter Alf Arless Mr Rushton

Leverage 

Eliot Spencer Quinn Alec Hardison

Magnificent Seven Tv Series (1998-2000)

Chris Larabee Ezra Standish Vin Tanner Buck Wilmington

The Mandalorian + TBoBF

Din Djarin Cobb Vanth Boba Fett (prefer platonic)

M*A*S*H (Tv Series)

Hawkeye Pierce BJ Hunnicutt Trapper John

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin Arthur Gwaine Percival Lancelot

Moon Knight

Steven Grant Marc Spector Arthur Harrow

Person of Interest

John Reese Others; platonically is preferred

Prodigal Son 

Malcolm Bright Gil Arroyo 

Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker Matthias Mal Alexander/Kirigan ?

*I have read the Grishaverse books, so I am willing to write around that plot. But the characters will be in character for the show, and the characters will be written as 20+ as their ages are not stated in the show but it feels as though they are aged up in the depiction. 

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Jim Moriarty

Star Trek: Discovery

Christopher Pike Gabriel Lorca (willing to write for an alternate ‘Prime’ version of Lorca) Sarek Spock **I’m in the process of watching Disco and am currently on Season 3. I will be watching Strange New Worlds when I can. **please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

Star Trek: Enterprise 

Captain Archer Trip Tucker Malcolm Reed 

Star Trek: Voyager 

Chakotay Tom Paris

Stargate Sg-1

Jack O’Niell Daniel Jackson Jonas Quinn Cameron Mitchell 

Stargate Atlantis

John Sheppard Carson Becket Ronon Dex

Supernatural  *Have only watched seasons 1-9

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Castiel Gabriel Gadreel Balthazar Crowley Lucifer Caine

Teen Wolf 

Derek Hale Peter Hale

Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Kol Mikaelson Lorenzo “Enzo” St John Finn Mikaelson

**Never watched The Originals’, so I only know the Mikaelsons from TVD.

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MCU:

Original Avengers:

Tony Stark  Steve Rogers Thor Bruce Banner Clint Barton Natasha Romanoff

Others:

Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Helmut Zemo Loki Heimdall Vision Scott Lang Peter Parker (Garfield and/or Hollands; aged up) Dr. Stephen Strange T’Challa Agent Ross Shang-Chi Peter Quill

*** Feel free to ask about other MCU characters; I will write for most (depending on if I like the request as well) ***

X-Men

Original Timeline Movies:  Logan/Wolverine Scott Summers Kurt Wagner “Nightcrawler” Viktor Creed “Sabertooth”

First Class Timeline: Charles Xavier Eric Lehnsherr Hank McCoy Alex Summers Azazel Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” Warren Worthington III “Angel”

**Many of the younger characters ages are not obvious in the First Class movies, so everyone will be written/suggested as 20+

The Eternals

Druig Ikaris Kingo

Venom (1 & 2)

Eddie Brock

Deadpool (1 & 2)

Wade/Deadpool  Ajax/Francis Cable Domino

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Star Wars Universe

Episodes I-III

Anakin Skywalker Obi Wan Kenobi

Episodes IV-VI

Luke Skywalker Han Solo

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Han Solo Lando Calrissian Dryden Vos

Episodes VII-IX

Finn Poe Dameron Ben Solo/Kylo

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The Hobbit/Lotr

Thranduil Thorin Kili Fili Bard Legolas Aragorn Eomer Faramir Elrond

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Fantastic Beasts:  ((JK Rowling is a bigot and anything I write regarding the wizarding world is of my own imagination and a continuation of a world I want untainted by her bigotry)) 

Newt Scamander, Percival Graves *So far I have only seen the first movie

**I will possibly write for characters from Harry Potter or Marauders, such as the Weasley twins, Malfoy, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, etc. But if I do, it will be after they leave Hogwarts and are 18+.

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Star Trek AOS

Cpt. Jim Kirk Dr. Leonard McCoy Spock Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Pavel Chekov Hikaru Sulu Khan *please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

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The Outsiders

Darrel “Darry” Curtis Maybe: Sodapop Curtis Dallas Winston ^^Aged Up

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Pirates of the Caribbean (1-4)

Captain Jack Sparrow Will Turner James Norrington Elizabeth Swann/Turner

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Magnificent Seven (2016) 

Joshua Faraday Billy Rocks Goodnight Robicheaux Vasquez Red Harvest

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Maleficent I & II

Conall, Borra, Diaval, Maleficent

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E 

Napoleon Solo Illya Kuryakin

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Kingsman: The Secret Service and The Golden Circle

Eggsy Unwin Hamish Mycroft “Merlin” Jack Daniels “Whiskey”

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Jane Austen/Period Movies: 

Pride and Prejudice (1995 & 2005) Characters: Mr. Darcy and Mr Bingley (other characters if requested)

Mansfield Park (1999 & 2007) Character: Edmund Bertram

Sense and Sensibility (1995/2008) Character: Edward Ferrars 

Emma (2009 & 2020) Character: Mr. Knightley

Persuasion (2007) Character: Captain Wentworth

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Outside Characters: 

Actors who have multiple characters outside of the listed fandoms that I am willing to write for!

Charlie Hunnam:

Arthur (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) William “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) **Will also write for Ben Miller

Oscar Isaac: 

Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

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[bellaxgiornata]

Life Worth Living [Chapter Eleven]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Original Female Character

[You can find the full summary and chapter list for this series here]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains fluff, angst, violence, PTSD, smut (Contains our beloved Defenders and lots of plot twists)

Word Count: 6k

a/n: Olivia is forced to stay with Kilgrave while she's heartsick for Matt in this chapter. And for the record, what hapens to Kilgrave in Jessica Jones is NOT what happens in this fic... Still gradually transferring this series over but feedback is always appreciated!

I had been standing across the street holding onto my black duffle bag for the past ten minutes, one hand nervously toying with the strap over my shoulder. I couldn't find it in me to cross the street. My legs were rooted to the spot I’d been in when I’d left the cab that had dropped me off those ten minutes ago.

I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see Kilgrave again. I didn’t want to do this.

As I took in the sight of the gorgeous dark gray colonial house in front of me, with its beautiful white pillars on the little front porch and its large, black-shuttered windows, I felt terrified. It was something I hadn’t wanted to admit to Jessica and Malcolm; something I certainly hadn’t wanted to admit to Matt before I’d left to come here. But the truth of it was–Kilgrave made me nervous. 

He was powerful–maybe not physically, but that didn’t matter. I’d seen the things he’d been able to do with nothing but his voice. Watched him make people kill themselves in far worse ways than what he’d done to Ruben. I’d watched him make people kill others for him–torture them, even. On some of my worst nights I still heard the screams of those I’d been unfortunate enough to witness. 

The fact of the matter was that being there, in that house willingly with him, was certainly dangerous. Even if normally I was immune to him, that didn’t stop him from hurting others to try to control me. And I knew without a doubt that was exactly what he’d be doing.

My hands had begun sweating and I tried to wipe my palms against my jeans. I knew he could probably see me right now. He was probably staring out the window at me with some big stupid smile on his face thinking he finally had me. My stomach churned at the thought. 

At least he doesn’t have the advantage of Matt’s heightened senses , I thought. At least he can’t tell I don’t feel as calm and in control as I’m about to pretend I am.

With a shaky exhale, I counted to three and then willed myself to cross the street. I focused hard on forcing myself to take each step, fighting the urge to turn back and run. 

I need to do this , I reminded myself. For Hope, for Ruben, for Jessica and Malcolm, for Matt, Foggy, and Karen. For everyone he’s ever hurt.

Cautiously, I made my way up the long paved walkway to the front door of the house. In the summer I imagined there would be various flowers in bloom on each side of the pathway; blues, yellows, purples, and whites alongside lush green leaves. Now in late fall there was nothing but brown, dead leaves slumping over from harsh, cold winds.

Bet he plans to mind-control a gardener to take care of this.

The thought made me sick. 

I was ten feet from the front door when it opened, revealing Kilgrave and a man who was easily recognizable as a bodyguard with his dark suit and the gun at his hip. 

Of course he'd have an unfair advantage of protection.

"Little dove," Kilgrave cooed happily, a bright smile on his face. "I'm so happy you could join me! I was wondering if you'd show."

I frowned, pausing a few feet from the front door and clinging desperately to the duffle bag slung over my shoulder. My stomach felt like it was climbing up my throat and my palms only began to sweat more. Kilgrave only waved me forward frantically as if he'd been expecting me and I was late. 

Last chance to run…

Even as the thought struck me and my pulse sped up, I knew I couldn’t.

For Hope. Ruben. Jessica and Malcolm. Foggy and Karen. Matt.

With a deep breath, I crossed the few feet left and stepped through the threshold of the front door. But just as I stepped through, Kilgrave’s bodyguard was quickly and silently on me. He removed my duffle bag first and set it aside. Then he turned back to me, not even bothering to ask permission before he began thoroughly patting me down for weapons. My eyes slid questioningly over to Kilgrave, annoyance and disbelief mingling on my features. 

"Just a precaution, little dove," he said, waving off my concern. "I'm not foolish enough to believe you chose to come back to me out of the love we once shared. Though I remain hopeful."

My lip curled into a sneer at the comment. The reminder that I once had real feelings for him was unwelcome, especially right now.

"Welcome home," he continued warmly, spreading his arms out wide around himself, ignoring the look on my face.

My eyes narrowed at the guard who had stepped away, his attention turning to my duffle bag. I watched as he unzipped it, sticking his hands in and digging around my things.

"Not very homey with armed guards," I said sharply.

"That's just Hank," Kilgrave said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He turned to the man rifling through my bag. "Say hello, Hank."

The man paused, a confused look crossing his face as he said, "Hello, Hank."

Kilgrave shrugged and sent me a sheepish look. "Sorry, sometimes I slip. Hard to watch my words so carefully. But don't mistake anything–Hank is here because I pay him. A lot."

I frowned as I gestured to him digging through my bag. "Does he need to be doing that? If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't be standing here."

"Well…yes, he does," he told me. "Trust is a two-way street, Olivia. And that Sufentanil you all shot me up with gave me a killer headache last time." 

He grinned but I knew deep down he was pissed about that; I could tell by the dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked at me. I resisted the urge to smirk at him. I knew that killer headache was probably partly my powers that he didn't know I used on him in conjunction with the Sufentanil and Jessica’s wicked punch to the face.

Hank finished rifling through my bag, rising to his feet before holding it back out to me. I snatched it back from him, quickly throwing the strap over my shoulder. Of course there wasn’t anything in it; I wouldn’t have been dumb enough to show up with a knife or a gun and think he’d just let me walk through the front door with it.

"She’s clean," Hank told Kilgrave as he stepped back a few feet, clasping his hands in front of himself.

"Wonderful," Kilgrave replied brightly as he smiled at me. "One last thing though." He held his hand out expectantly towards me and I eyed it warily. "Your phone, please."

My brows furrowed in confusion and I took a hesitant step back towards the front door. "Why?" I asked him carefully. 

"Like I said," he continued, hand still outstretched, "Trust is a two-way street. I can't have you calling your friends and plotting some new way to drug me and kill me, can I?" When I continued to hesitate he added, "If you prove to me that you're not here for some plot on my life, I'll give it back in a few days time. I promise."

I stared at him for a long moment, my eyes shifting nervously between his still outstretched hand and the smile on his face.

For Hope. Ruben. Jessica and Malcolm. Foggy and Karen. Matt.

I closed my eyes, trying to take a calming breath before I slowly slid my phone out of my front jeans pocket. I stared at it for another long moment; it had a pass code so at least he couldn't easily scroll through the contents on it and my contacts. And everyone important enough to contact me knew where I was and not to reach out. Including Matt. 

Reluctantly I handed the device over, setting it into his still waiting hand. My hand quickly darted back to my side; instantly I felt more exposed and unsafe. I had no way to call for help now.

Kilgrave easily slid my phone into his suit pocket without a second thought, still smiling warmly at me. "Let me show you around," he said, holding his hand out towards me.

I inched back from it abruptly, my back hitting the wall behind me. My heart sped up as I stared at him, remembering the times he'd used those same hands on me when I wasn't in control of myself. 

"We need ground rules if I'm going to be here," I told him, glaring down at his hand.

Kilgrave sighed deeply before putting both hands into his pants pockets. "Alright, I suppose it's only fair if you have some yourself."

"Do not touch me," I immediately shot out, my voice firm.

Kilgrave frowned before he slowly nodded. "You have my promise I will not touch you without your genuine consent."

"And no drugging me with whatever the hell you used on me before," I said quickly. "I'm not…not doing that again."

Now his smile shifted to something I’d never seen on him before–a look of almost genuine sadness and regret. He took a tentative step towards me and I flinched against the wall. He stopped, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized me.

"I feel I must apologize for what I did to you all those years ago," he said softly. There was genuine guilt in his tone, which only caused me to wrap my arms around myself uncomfortably. "That was…truly wrong of me. I have regretted it ever since you left me. Not a day goes by I haven't…haven't realized how wrong it was. Which is why I am so steadfast on you choosing to be here, little dove. I will never do that to you again. And I hope someday I will earn your forgiveness and your love back." 

"Don't get your hopes up," I snapped back, my fingers clutching tight against the leather of my jacket.

He stared at me with that expression on his face for a moment longer before he suddenly brightened, clapping his hands together in front of himself. "How about I introduce you to the staff before our tour, yes?"

Of course…

Two people appeared from around the corner, hurrying to present themselves before me. An older man in a chef's coat and a middle aged woman stood before me. They were smiling nervously as I eyed them carefully, searching for any signs of injury.

"Introduce yourselves," Kilgrave told them.

"Laurent Bouchard," the man said in a very apparent French accent.

"Alva Rivera," the woman spoke quickly.

My eyes narrowed dangerously at Kilgrave as I said, "You know how I feel about you compelling people. I won't live here with slaves ."

"Oh no, now you're being dramatic," Kilgrave teased, ignoring the way my eyes narrowed further. Instead he turned to the two people and said, "Tell Olivia if you're happy with your salaries."

The two brightened visibly and Laurent was quick to answer.

"Absolutely," he told me. "I make twice as much as my last job from which I was fired due to a drinking problem."

"See?” Kilgrave said, raising his brows and shooting me a smile. “Some of us give people a second chance.” He glanced back at the pair and muttered, "That's all. You may leave."

Laurent, Alva, and even Hank left the room, leaving me suddenly very alone with Kilgrave. I tensed on the spot, hugging my arms tighter around myself. 

"Shall I give you the tour now?" he asked hopefully. 

For Hope. Ruben. Jessica and Malcolm. Foggy and Karen. Matt.

"Fine," I grumbled out, repeating the names over and over in my head.

He turned and led me out of the small entryway to the right and into a formal sitting area where a staircase to the left led upstairs. The floor of the entire house appeared to be a light solid oak, wide planked and looking fairly new. There was a dark rug on the floor beneath a black leather sofa. Across the sofa sat two black leather armchairs and in between the seating was a beautiful wooden live edge coffee table that had a few coffee table books beside a potted orchid. 

"This is the sitting room, as you can tell," Kilgrave explained. He stepped forward and pointed to the archway to our left before stepping through. "The kitchen, dining room, and living room are this way," he called back. 

Awkwardly, I followed behind him, keeping a few feet of distance between us. 

The kitchen was large and very modern; dark green cabinets with gold handles sat under a beautiful slab of speckled white granite counters. The appliances looked restaurant quality and were a shiny black stainless steel. My eyes wandered to Laurent who was chopping vegetables on the massive island before sliding to Alva who was cleaning out the dishwasher. She shot me a small smile as she worked. 

Just behind the kitchen was a large room with a big television on the wall positioned in front of a comfortable looking gray sectional sofa. Obviously the living room. I glanced across the room to see Kilgrave watching me with a large smile on his face before he turned and walked into the space to the right of the large kitchen.

"The dining room," he told me.

It was open to the kitchen and held a massive oak table surrounded by at least eight chairs. A large, beautiful rope pendant light hung from the ceiling above it. In the center of the massive table was an extravagant bouquet of white flowers: garden roses, ranunculus, anemones, and o’hara roses. Eucalyptus and Spanish moss dangled from out of the vase. 

"Your favorites," Kilgrave said softly, smiling as he saw me eyeing the arrangement.

Quickly my eyes darted away as I muttered, "Not anymore."

His lips twitched at the corners and for a moment I thought his cheerful facade would crack, but instead he turned and continued forward on towards a set of double French doors. 

"This is the real reason I bought this house," Kilgrave told me.

He swung open both doors wide and stepped back, allowing me to pass through. Cautiously I did, trying to avoid being near him too long.

I fought the reaction that was so close to rising to the surface. I didn't want him to see my approval–I wasn't planning to live here anyway. 

It was a beautiful sunroom that looked more like a greenhouse. The floor was the same oak wood as the rest of the house but the walls were covered in floor to ceiling windows almost everywhere I looked. And the ceilings were at least twelve feet high and vaulted with a few skylight windows allowing more sunlight to pour in. There was a perfect view of the expansive backyard that was probably insanely gorgeous in the spring and summer when the landscaped yard was in bloom and green instead of the half dead appearance it currently had. 

A massive moss green rug covered much of the floor and atop it were a few pure white arm chairs and a white, cozy looking chaise. The few spaces of walls that didn't have windows were instead covered in massive, white built-in bookshelves filled with books, small decorative statues, and many green plants. There was one wall to the far left of the room that was filled with potted plants in varying heights, colors, and vases–on the floor, hanging from the ceiling, on a plant rack. The effect was stunning.

"You once told me you were happiest surrounded by sunlight, plants, and books," Kilgrave said gently.

I jumped back, not having noticed he'd come to stand so near to me. I stepped a few steps away from him uncomfortably, adjusting the duffle bag on my shoulder. Despite the movement, he smiled wider, knowing full well I thought the space was beautiful.

"Why don't I show you upstairs," he said, backing out of the room. "Show you to your room."

I grit my teeth and followed silently behind him through the house and back to the stairs. As I continued up behind him, my hands nervously fidgeted in front of myself. At the top of the stairs there was a bright loft space decorated as a small sitting area that led to a hallway to our left where there were a handful of six-panel white doors.

"The first room is empty," Kilgrave said, pushing the door open lightly. Then he stepped further down the hall and pointed to a bathroom on the right. "Bathroom." He pointed at the end of the hall. "The master, where I hope you will eventually join me."

Immediately I stepped back from him, wincing and stopping dead in my tracks. That was never going to happen.

"And this is your room," Kilgrave told me, pushing open the door to our left and ignoring my reaction.

"I'm impressed you weren't planning on forcing me to share your room," I muttered bitterly.

Kilgrave grunted from beside me in the hallway, the noise a sound of vague annoyance.

"As I said before: I'm not foolish enough to think you came here because you missed me, little dove," he told me again. "I told you, I want you to choose me. To choose to be here."

My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. "What makes you so confident I'll want to choose you?"

"You did, once," he told me with a warm smile. He waved a hand at the room in front of us. "Would you like to see your room?"

I turned and headed into the bedroom, my eyes scanning everything immediately for any sort of threat. I relaxed just slightly when I didn't see any. 

The room was painted a simple white which made it appear warm and bright. At the opposite wall from the door there was a large queen bed with a stunning headboard; carved wood to look like a massive sun rising up from behind the bed. The bed sheets were a crisp white and the duvet was a beautiful burnt orange color made out of a fabric that looked soft to the touch. Underneath the bed, spread across the hardwood, was a plush rug with an abstract pattern filled with creams, oranges, blues, and maroons. There were modern nightstands situated on both sides of the bed, each with a lamp and a few small succulents. On the wall to the left there was a dresser made out of a beautiful oak covered in plants and a few books. Beside it was a large door–presumably the closet. The wall to the right had a large window which overlooked the landscaped backyard gardens; sheer white curtains were flanked by thicker ones that matched the same burnt orange of the duvet. A few abstract paintings were perfectly spaced around the walls. 

I swallowed hard, trying not to show my appreciation for the decor, but Kilgrave somehow noticed. His smile grew wider as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. I nervously adjusted the strap of my duffle bag on my arm. The house was stunning, perfectly decorated; honestly it was a house straight from my dreams. But the fact that Kilgrave was the one presenting it to me as home only made me feel sick to my stomach. 

"I remembered how you loved this style," he told me, voice low as he spoke from beside me. "I hired the best designer after I purchased the house. Had them style everything to your tastes. I remembered how much you loved indoor plants." 

"Growing up in a cage without seeing the outside world will do that," I grumbled.

He stepped forward, lowering his head into my line of sight. I immediately took an instinctive step back which only caused him to raise his hands to show he meant no harm. 

"This isn’t a cage, little dove," he told me gently. 

I quirked a brow at him as I frowned. "Yeah? That why there's a bodyguard? And why I can't have my phone? And probably can't leave?"

Kilgrave’s warm smile fell as he straightened back up. His hands went back into his pockets again.

"I told you," he said, "you have rules in place to trust me, and I have mine so I can trust you." He shrugged lightly. "Trust goes both ways in a healthy relationship."

I laughed bitterly at his words. Healthy relationship? With him? What could he possibly know about a healthy relationship?

He turned and began to make his way towards the hallway. I tensed, wondering what was coming next. He paused in the doorway, turning back to look at me.

"I'll give you some space to settle in," he told me. "I'm just glad you came, little dove." He gestured towards the closet. "There's a dress in there for you. For tonight. I had planned a nice dinner for us here."

"I'm not eating or drinking anything in this house," I told him firmly.

He paused a moment, quietly surveying me with a curious expression. His eyes were partially narrowed at me as his jaw worked in thought. And then a bright smile spread along his mouth. 

"Fair enough, we can order from anywhere you like. Have it delivered. Would that make you feel better?" he asked me. When I didn't answer his frown deepened. "You have to eat, little dove. Can't starve yourself. I won't touch the food or drinks. I promised I wouldn't…wouldn't do that to you again. I mean it. I want you to choose me."

I chewed my lip in thought for a moment. If there was no way he touched my food then I supposed it would be safe for me to eat. Hesitantly I answered with a small nod.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed, sliding his hands out of his pockets and clapping them together. 

My frown only deepened at his enthusiasm. I watched as he stepped farther into the hall before I quickly crossed the room, ready to close and lock the door to feel some semblance of safety from him.

"I'll leave you to get settled," he told me again.

Wordlessly I closed the door, twisting the lock. I spun, resting my back against the solid wood and letting my head fall back against it. My eyes slowly closed as I tried to focus on my breathing.

I was tired after everything that had happened last night and this morning. And I was terrified of being trapped in this house with Kilgrave without even my phone to check in with anyone. 

For Hope. Ruben. Jessica and Malcolm. Foggy and Karen. Matt.

My eyes opened and I eyed the bed cautiously. It looked so warm and comfortable. I was exhausted. He wouldn't shove a pill down my throat while I was sleeping, would he? He seemed pretty adamant that he wanted me to remain of my own free will–to be able to make my own choices. 

With a sigh I crossed the room and stopped at the end of the bed, letting the duffle bag drop on the rug at my feet with a dull thud . I slowly pulled off my jacket before letting it fall on top of my bag.

If I'm going to be staying here a few days, I need to be able to sleep. I'll just have to trust that he's serious about not drugging me…

I walked around the bed and reached out, fingers stroking the duvet cover lightly. It was incredibly soft. I pulled the cover and the sheets back before carefully sliding into the bed underneath them, still fully dressed. Even the white sheets were buttery smooth against my skin. I settled into the mattress, pulling the sheets high up to my chin before grabbing the extra pillow and holding it tight to my chest. Very slowly my eyes closed.

It took awhile for me to let my guard down enough to eventually drift off to sleep.

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I adjusted the soft green blanket tighter around myself, drawing it higher up to my chin. I had been curled up on my couch watching a Christmas movie after dinner, exhausted from staring at my computer monitor all day. My eyes were starting to drift closed, lulled into a sense of calm from the movie. 

A tap came from across the room and my eyes flew open at the noise. Another tap came again and I slowly sat up on the couch, rubbing a hand across my tired eyes as I looked over the backrest to see where the noise had come from. The man in the mask–Matt–was crouched on the fire escape beside one of the large windows beside my desk.

I pushed the blanket off of me, waking up instantly at the sight of him. I made my way over and unlocked the window, sliding it up before stepping aside to let him in. He climbed through, letting out a hiss of pain as he did. 

"Are you okay?" I asked him as I closed the window, shutting the cold back out.

Matt grunted as he straightened. While my eyes scanned over him for injuries, he began to take his mask off.

"I'm fine," he assured me. "Some mugger just got in a good hit. Was actually pretty quiet tonight."

"So you're…done for the night?" I asked him slowly.

He turned towards me, his maskless face smiling down at me as dimples formed along his cheeks. His hair was mussed from the mask and some sweat, but otherwise he looked fine–no injuries. 

"I wanted to see you," he admitted, taking a step towards me. "I missed you today."

I crossed the space between us and wrapped my arms around his waist, melting into him when he wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders. I quickly buried my face into his chest, inhaling the comforting scent of him.

"Well you're just in time," I told him, my tone teasing and muffled against the thin fabric of his shirt. "I'm just a few minutes into a bad romantic Christmas movie."

He chuckled, the noise vibrating deep in his chest. "Of course you are."

"I could use a cuddle partner…" I mumbled sleepily.

He lightly kissed the top of my head before whispering into my hair, "Good. I thought I detected a beautiful woman in need of a big spoon."

I giggled, pulling out of the hug and placing a hand dramatically against my forehead. "What would I have done without you coming to my aid, Devil of Hell's Kitchen? Cuddle…alone?" I gasped loudly before breaking into more giggles. 

Matt laughed, his hand finding mine and slowly leading me back to the couch. "What I do is such hard work but who else would cuddle the lonely women of Hell’s Kitchen at night?" he teased, laughing when I slapped his chest, "Someone has to do it."

Matt slid onto my couch first, sliding his legs under my blanket before holding out his arms for me. Grinning, I situated myself in front of him, sprawling out along the sofa with my back pressed up against his front. He pulled the blanket up around us both as I leaned back into him before he got comfortable with a pillow on the armrest. As I rested my head on my arms, he threw one of his over me protectively, wrapping it around my stomach. I reached down, slipping my hand into his before bringing our hands up so his knuckles rested against my lips. A pleasant sound almost like a purr came from him at the gesture.

"So what's this one about?" he whispered, somehow managing to tug me in tighter against himself. 

I smirked as I answered, "It's the one where she falls in love with a mannequin that came to life."

Behind me, Matt groaned loudly as I burst into a laugh. My head craned back to look at him and the faux look of exasperation on his face.  

"My poor Devil," I teased.

I leaned towards him, shifting so my mouth could place a soft peck on the bottom of his chin. The stubble of his beard scratched my lips pleasantly and I watched as his eyes fluttered closed as he made a soft noise of contentment.

My eyes flew open and were met with sudden darkness before they adjusted to the unfamiliar room. For a moment I was confused before my brain remembered where I was. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow I was clutching tight to my body. Why did I have to dream about Matt right now like that? I could feel a hollow ache in my chest at the thought of him and I tightened my hold on the pillow that I desperately wished was the man I'd just been dreaming about.

And now, after that dream, I had to go play house with Kilgrave. 

With a groan of frustration, I tossed the covers off of me and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Pausing to rub my hands roughly over my eyes a few times, I tried to rid my mind of the image of Matt smiling down at me in the dark of my apartment and the feel of him wrapped around me.

Now is not the time…

With a huff I stood up and wandered over to the light switch by the door and flipped it on, flooding the room in light. My eyes landed across the room to the closet door. I frowned when I remembered Kilgrave told me he'd left me a dress. 

I wandered over to the closet and very hesitantly opened it. Hanging inside was a lone dress; it was a deep purple–of course, his favorite color–that had a surprisingly modest neckline. It was sleeveless and quite obviously form fitting. And much too fancy and expensive to be worn sitting in a dining room in this house, but Kilgrave always loved to have the best and finest of everything. My eyes darted down, noticing the dark purple heels below the dress. 

I rolled my eyes and closed the door. I wasn't going to play dress up for him, not anymore. Me being here was going to have to be enough for him. 

Crossing the room, I grabbed the curtains, ready to close them to feel like I had some modicum of privacy, when something caught my eye among the yellowing hydrangeas. It was a man dressed in all black. For a moment my heart sped up in equal parts fear and excitement that it was Matt–but I soon recognized the blonde hair and sharp angular features of Simpson. I frowned watching him take in his surroundings. 

Did Jessica tell him I was here? 

There's no way she would though…she would know that it would put me in danger with Kilgrave. 

Why the hell was Simpson here then? And how did he know where to find Kilgrave? Something uncomfortable stirred in my stomach and I did the only thing I could think of–I slid open the window and slipped out of it, dropping from the second story window with a huff as I tried to roll out of the landing.

Simpson jolted to a stop, spinning on the spot at the sound. When he found me trying to right myself he stared wide eyed.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered harshly.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you even find Kilgrave?" I shot back.

Simpson’s eyes darted around us in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of an outdoor sconce around the corner. He grabbed me by the arm and roughly pulled me further into the backyard and up against some bushes, further hidden from the house. 

"Keep your voice down," he ordered, eyes back on the house behind me as he spoke. "Trish and I were looking into agencies in the area who's services included protection–serious protection. It took a few days but we eventually found these guys. I was scoping them out the past few days and I finally had confirmation that Kilgrave is here. In that house."

"Yeah he…bought it for me," I said awkwardly, glancing over my shoulder at the house. I turned back to Simpson, eyeing his tactical gear seriously. "Does Trish know you're here? Because I'm pretty sure Jessica doesn't. She knew I was coming here to collect intel on Kilgrave. Pretend to go along with his bullshit for a few days."

"Why?" he asked incredulously. 

I rolled my eyes. "To stop him? So we can prove his powers are real? Free Hope?"

Simpson’s jaw ticked at my words, the muscles twitching visibly beneath the skin. 

"Trish doesn't know," he said after a moment. "Neither does Jessica. I was trying to keep you all safe." 

My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. He was spying on Kilgrave. Alone. And no one knew. Why? 

"You're skulking around his hydrangea bushes at night. Why?" I pressed.

"There's…there's a bomb in the basement," he admitted hesitantly. "I came here to take him down." He spoke in a hurried tone when my mouth opened, cutting me off immediately. "He's dangerous, Olivia. You know that better than most. What he can do–it's not normal. It's not natural . He's a threat and he needs to be neutralized. I came here to do that. You'll never be able to prove his powers in any reliable way that will hold up in a court. You have to know that."

"So you just what?" I snapped at him. "Come here and take it into your own hands? Kill him? You didn't even think to check if there were others in the house you'd be killing?" 

"He's a threat. Sometimes eliminating a threat comes with casualties," he said coolly. "That's how war works."

My jaw dropped at his brazen words. I shook my head at him, roughly jabbing a finger into his chest and noticing how his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched even tighter at the gesture.

"You're out of your mind, Simpson," I growled low. "Go home. Stay away from Kilgrave. Leave him to Jessica and myself if you can't refrain from murder. Because I will not have you killing innocent people on my goddamn watch." 

"You're making the wrong call," he warned me. 

“No, you’re making the wrong call,” I shot back.

He stared hard at me for a long moment, his eyes still narrowed and his body tense. There was a brief moment where I thought I’d have to fight him to leave before his shoulders finally slumped. He nodded slowly, muttering out a ‘fine’ before turning back towards the street.

I watched as he slunk off in the dark, hopefully back to wherever he had come from. Heavily irritated and feeling even more uneasy about Simpson, I made my way around the house and towards the front door, the whole way contemplating if Simpson had intended to kill me with the bomb, too. A sick, paranoid, gnawing thought implanted itself in my mind but I pushed it down for now.

When I reached the front yard, I made my way up the well lit path to the front door. As I went to open the door, I was not even remotely shocked to find it wasn't locked. Kilgrave’s biggest threat was already somewhat willingly living with him at the moment. 

A rustle from the dining room met my ears before Hank was rounding the corner to my left, his gun pointed at my chest. Kilgrave trailed into the room just afterwards, his brows raised in surprise. Slowly, Hank lowered the weapon.

"I thought you were upstairs asleep?" Kilgrave asked. "Been waiting for an hour now for you to appear for dinner."

"You'll have to keep waiting," I said bluntly. "There's a bomb in the basement. Might want to diffuse it first."

#matt murdock x ofc #daredevil x oc #daredevil #matt murdock #jessica jones #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock series

[aurora-astra]

Author’s note:

Alr, here’s part 2 to my green lantern series!! Hope you enjoy :) Any constructive criticism is much appreciated.

୨⎯ young justice x green lantern!reader pt. 2 ⎯୧

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Backstory: you are related to Hal Jordan, and after he becomes a Green Lantern, you show obvious interest. He sets you up with a ring, providing basic training with John Stewart and occasionally Guy Gardner. Your skills improve greatly, its clear you are responsible and talented enough to wield the ring on your own terms.

As for the other members of the team, they quite enjoy your company and find your powers and skills extremely valuable

Rocket and you might banter a bit more than usual, but you’ve got each others backs and she likes that you have similar powers, although this could lead to her feeling jealous or useless ://

Blue beetle, or Jaime, is pretty busy with his different endeavors that he most likely finds it hard to bond with anyone he hasn’t already, but know that your company is enjoyed by him

After the mantle of ‘Robin’ was passed down to Tim Drake, he grew to relish in your company. He will frequently listen to you ramble and he appreciates when that is reciprocated. He adores you /p

Beast boy has dealt with… a lot 😃 but if you’re willing to act as an older sibling to him, he would benefit from your wisdom and protection. If you aren’t close to him, he may reject any efforts to become closer during his depressive episode, but just have patience and he will appreciate that

Wonder girl is definitely something else, and since she is the younger version of a Justice League member like you, she quite enjoys having someone who knows what it’s like to be in someone’s shadow. Likely she will buddy up to you regardless if you like her or not

I don’t honestly have much to say about Lagoon boy. He’s also very caught up in other things when we see him as a teen, so you might only be able to bond with him once he’s mellowed out

Bumblebee and you may not be the closest, but she trusts you- that’s just the vibe she gets from you, very trusting and considerate

Batgirl would be drug along by Wonder girl to become your friend, so when she eventually evolves into Oracle, you and her have a great friendship and when handing out missions or leads, you’re one of her first people to call

Ah yes, Impulse. I feel as though he would be similar to Wally, being skeptical of your powers and their origins, but at this point he’s seen a LOT so after a bit he just accepts it. Of course, if you choose to befriend Bart, Jaime and Traci will be next on your list so be prepared

(In my notes, all I have is “Guardian” and ik who that is but I don’t know which one I was talking about so I’m gonna go with Malcolm 👍)

Malcolm and you are, let’s face it, probably not close at all, but if Bumblebee trusts you, then so does he

I can see Arsenal and you getting along actually quite well, if you put in the effort. He’s a tough one to get to know, but he’s a valuable friend and he could learn a lot from you

Thirteen, better know as Traci, may not try to get to know you more then the surface level, but she would be curious about your powers so maybe tell her about them sometime

Arrowette is a strong and morally guided individual, so definitely expect some sort of the same treatment that Artemis would give you

Spoiler, or Stephanie Brown, is not as bright or cheery as some other characters. She’s also hard to get to know, but she is so intelligent and powerful, so consider befriending her anyways

If you’re willing to learn to understand her, Cassandra Cain, or Orphan, will be one of your closest friends and she would do anything for the ones closest to her. Please be ready for the trauma that unfortunately follows her around

As for the Outsiders, they may have a lot on their hands but you are always on their mind when it comes to assistance or just someone to talk to

You probably didn’t have much time to get to know Geo-force, but occasionally he will think about you and the team because you all impacted him greatly

Halo admires how quickly you were able to control your powers, so she definitely relies on you as an older sibling

Terra also needs a strong adult figure in her life, and she may have some, but if you’re willing, she would love to be able to talk to you freely

You and Static probably aren’t close either, but when he asked about your powers and learned how impossibly strong you are, he definitely will fall back on you for some of the bigger things

El Dorado would definitely recruit you to help troubled youths, he thinks you are a perfect example of embracing your powers and using them to the fullest

Awww Forager would love you, he loves everyone and you are no different!!!

Stargirl finds your presence calming but she probably wouldn’t make any effort to get to know you, like I said the Outsiders have a LOT on their plate

Windfall would probably seek out your help if you’re willing to help her control her powers. You and El Dorado are almost like idols to her

Livewire is another one that would be reluctant to tell you how much you mean to her, but with time and patience she would be an amazing friend

Looker might not seek out a friendship, but like almost everyone else, would definitely relish in your company if you did want to be friends

End notes:

Wow 🤩🤩🤩 I finally did it wooooo!!!!!! This is so low effort but uhhhhh anyways I am going to eventually get to a part 3 and so forth where I do like imagines I guess but here’s the rest of the characters!!!! Wow my phone is hot so I’m gonna finish this up!!!!! Love you appreciate you AHHHHHHHH

#dc comics #young justice #rocket #raquel ervin #blue beetle #Jaime Reyes #red robin #tim drake #beast boy #garfield logan #wonder girl #lagoon boy #bumblebee #karen beecher #batgirl #oracle #barbara gordon #impulse #Bart Allen #kid flash #guardian #Malcolm Duncan #arsenal #Roy Harper #traci thirteen #Arrowette #spoiler #stephanie brown #orphan #Cassandra Cain

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* characters with an asterisk are now platonic only

DC

Arthur Curry

melted stars, melted sea

Donna Troy

sunlight

morning sun, burning waffles

headcanon: a snowy afternoon

to bloom through a blade

Dick Grayson

car crash hearts

with fear, i fall

headcanon: going to a haunted house

watchers in the night

portraits for lovers

Jason Todd

lightning fields

now cracks a noble heart

headcanon: watching it snow

we are unsung hymns

a shelter made of mercy

i didn’t know the world could be so warm

they say fear is for the weak

sky full of song

headcanon: going to a haunted house

atlas bewitched in a diner

trials of the gods

headcanon: jason is scared of loving you, but cant stay away

John Constantine

death wrapped in velvet

the muse of venus

Roy Harper

my dear, how sweet we could be

DEADLY CLASS

Billy Bennett

constellation dreams

Lex Miller

midnight reality

anthology pt I

anthology pt II

a rose colored curse

we walk in beauty

i can see fire in your eyes

Marcus Lopez Arguello

neon anchors

merciful souls

starlight sins

inscendence

from dusk ‘til dawn

Saya Kuroki

shallow glory

CASTLEVANIA

Alucard ( Adrian Tepes )

revival of a soul

haunted

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA

Nicholas Scratch

hush

sweet cravings

GENERAL

headcanon: vigilante/hero x you

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

through the thorns

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

letters from poseidon

we’re nothing but a falling star

skin & bones

Frank Castle

soft and wild

abandoned valor

once upon an ugly sweater

ache

Loki

the oracle at the end of the world

Matt Murdock

aphrodite’s kiss

blood of the holy

lucifer in the arms of persephone

Peter Parker (TASM)

a duet, honey sweet

muse of the heart

Quentin Beck

careful, i bite pt I

careful, i bite pt II

Sam Wilson

stars in high tide

Shang-Chi

steady heart

Sylvie Lushton

tired eyes and gentle hands

* Yelena Belova

the glow of a valley

amaranthine

ghosts

PRODIGAL SON

Malcolm Bright

we move lightly

fragments

crimson darling

STAR WARS

Captain Rex

dewdrops

Din Djarin

a legion on crimson wings: pt  I  II  III  IV  V  VI

violent delights

the golden rays of night

wicked, wicked dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi

fallen kingdoms and starlight hearts

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

head full of noise

Eddie Munson

sunset leather + rooftop smiles

headcanon: going to a metal show with eddie

monster hunting would suck without you

too young to fall in love

TEEN WOLF

Peter Hale

on the breath of a hurricane

THE DREAMER TRILOGY

Declan Lynch / Jordan

veiled in vintage thorns

THE OLD GUARD

Booker ( Sebastian le Livre )

funeral for a ghost

THE ORIGINALS

Kol Mikaelson

watch me crack and shatter

#masterlist #updated august 6th 2022

[findroleplay]

Hey!

I have jumped back into watching '*Prodigal Son*' on FOX and I am having the need to RP {preferably on discord}.I would love any plot with the characters {especially exploring more of Malcolm and Martin Whitley}.

If romantic pairings are involved, I would be most interested in:

✨ Brightwell {Malcolm Bright x Dani Powell

✨ Gilssica {Gil Arroyo x Jessica Whitley}

Malcolm Bright x Edrisa Tanaka

I love to plot, talk ooc, send pictures, playlist, you name it! I would love to make AUs or divergences from the original plot. If this tickles your fancy, you can DM me or react to this post and I'll be sure to send something your way soon enough!

_

#roleplay #rp #prodigal son rp

[fitnesswint]

Blood island divinity 2

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Next stop are sections dedicated to character progression system - they offer a lot of information on attributes, experience levels, talents, and abilities. We've also dedicated some pages to the story characters, available character classes and party management. Further pages offer insight regarding various mechanics and features found in the game, such as exploration, combat, or conducting conversations with non-player characters.

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Moreover, you'll learn how to avoid basic mistakes, what abilities are useful at the beginning of the game, how to easily steal from NPCs, and much more. Among others, you'll find starting tips which will help you begin your adventure with the game. The first one is a Divinity Original Sin 2 guidebook. Our guide has been divided into two major parts. Inside, you'll find information useful at any moment of the game, regardless of whether you are a veteran gamer or just beginning your adventure with video games. Now, he sees them as indebted to the church.Įarlier this month, he said as much at the Grace Baptist Church in Mount Vernon, in Westchester County, where he delivered a sermon at a Sunday service.This Divinity Original Sin 2 guide is an extensive collection of tips useful at the beginning of the game and when completing storyline quests. Once, he saw his idols - Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Nat Turner - as secular heroes who had no ties to the Christianity he has reclaimed. Rather, he has labored to place them in the framework of his new beliefs. Tillard has not entirely discarded his old beliefs. ''He has been conferring with me over several years now, and I think he has found that his strength and the effectiveness of his ministry are best utilized through the Gospels and not through the teachings of Elijah Muhammad.'' ''Conrad is an extremely bright and talented man,'' Mr. Butts III, the pastor of Abyssinian, who stayed close with him throughout his time at Mosque No. Tillard has taken a new mentor - the Rev. He spent nearly seven months just sitting in the pews before he started working toward the ministry.Īlong with taking classes, Mr. It was last June when he walked for the first time as a worshiper into Abyssinian Baptist. Church in Baltimore, where for several months last year he attended services and reacquainted himself with Christianity. ''He has sold them a bill of goods - that we are penny-chasing, Champagne-drinking, gold-teeth-wearing, modern-day Sambos, pimps and players.''īut at the outset of his transformation, he needed what amounted to a safe house. ''Whites have accepted Russell Simmons as the guru of urban black youth culture,'' he said in an interview with The Village Voice in April 2001. Simmons as exploiting hip-hop music for the benefit of its white fans and for promoting what he viewed as a dangerous, degrading image of blacks. 7, he had styled himself as the city's hip-hop minister, but at the helm of his new organization he quickly found himself in a bitter feud with Russell Simmons, the rap impresario. Tillard formed an eccentrically spelled group called the Movement for Chhange, for Conscious Hip Hop Activism Necessary for Global Empowerment. A brief stint as a radio talk show host on WBLS followed. Tillard by and large took up a secular life. As soon as he left the group, in fact, he began to question whether he still believed in Islam's teachings.Īnd so after leaving, Mr. Instead, he was drawn to the Nation because it provided him with feelings of strength and racial pride. Tillard admits that it was not the tenets of Islam that attracted him at first to Mosque No. A year later, in a public break with Louis Farrakhan, his mentor, he quit the Nation for good. In 1997, he studied at Harvard Divinity School, where he explored the theological roots of what had become an all-too-political ministry. So, too, he explained, did the group's angry message. But after more than a decade in the Nation of Islam, the internal politics began to wear him down.

#Blood island divinity 2

[byneddiedingo]

Clark Gable and Hedy Lamarr in Comrade X (King Vidor, 1940) Cast: Clark Gable, Hedy Lamarr, Oskar Homolka, Felix Bressart, Eve Arden, Sig Ruman, Natasha Lytess, Vladimir Sokoloff, Edgar Barrier, Georges Revenant, Mikhail Rasumny. Screenplay: Ben Hecht, Charles Lederer, Walter Reisch. Cinematography: Joseph Ruttenberg. Art direction: Cedric Gibbons, Malcolm Brown. Film editing: Harold F. Kress. Music: Bronislau Kaper. Comrade X is one of those "what could they have been thinking" movies. It's a farce about international relations made as Europe was skidding into nightmare. Hitler and Stalin had just signed their infamous pact and the Germans were beginning to bomb London. Although the United States was still officially neutral, it was clear that everything was about to be sucked into a major war. So why make such a silly movie about the love affair of an American reporter and a beautiful Soviet streetcar conductor? Actually, it's quite clear what MGM was thinking: Ninotchka (Ernst Lubitsch, 1939) was a hit, and we've got this new star Hedy Lamarr who has an accent, and Clark Gable's available, so why don't we put them in a kind of remake? Walter Reisch, who worked on the screenplay for Ninotchka, can surely come up with some sort of variation on the theme of lovely Russian commie seduced by Western capitalist, and we can get some reliably funny writers like Ben Hecht and Charles Lederer to punch up the dialogue. We can even throw in some of the guys from the cast of Ninotchka that we've got under contract, like Felix Bressart and Sig Ruman. Write a part for a wisecracking dame like Eve Arden and hire a top director like King Vidor, and what could go wrong? Pretty much everything, as it turned out. Comrade X's lampoon of Soviet spycraft and censorship would look rather odd only a couple of years later, when the United States entered the war and found itself allied with the Soviets. The comedy turned sour when references to mass executions found their way into the script. Lamarr is pretty and Gable is virile but they don't really connect. And the plot climaxes with an absurd scene in which the protagonists steal a tank and lead a whole battalion of tanks (pretty obviously miniatures) on a chase that ends with all of them plunging off a cliff. It's as clumsy as that sounds. Hecht and Lederer do contribute a few bright lines: "You can't have a revolution in a country where the people love hot dogs and boogie-woogie." There's some fun in the character bits contributed by Bressart, Ruman, and Oskar Homolka, and in Arden's acerbic asides. But the whole thing feels cobbled together from leftovers and uninspired by original thought.

#Comrade X #King Vidor #Clark Gable #Hedy Lamarr

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I've been waiting for this for so long ! Someone finally accepting Malcolm Bright fic requests ! I love this character so much for so many reasons. So, maybe you could do a Malcolm Bright x Reader or a Malcolm Bright x Original Female Character fic where reader / OC is either his girlfriend or best friend (whatever you decide ☺️) and she stays in at his loft for a few days to take care of him because he is homesick, and she comforts him when he has night terrors. He feels so loved and cherished and valued that he eventually tells her more about his intimate fears (he already told her about his disorders, Martin Whitly, the girl in the Box, Watkins, but he feared she will run away if she found out about his most obscure thoughts and fears because of so many past rejections) and then she reassures him and tells him that she loves him. - 😩 Eventually Malcolm opens up to her more and allows himself to show his vulnerability to her by crying on her shoulder while they hug. You get it. Just pure sweetness and care 🤍

Thanks ;) And please take care 🤍

So Be It

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Language (one little f-word), sick Malcolm, softboi Malcolm, pining

Word Count: 1849

A/N: Soft Malcolm makes my heart briefly melt from its icy chamber. Sweetness and fluff are my guilty pleasures if you couldn't tell from my other fics! I don't think I used pronouns in this so I'm marking it as gender-neutral—hope that's okay! I'd like as many people to enjoy it as possible. Thank you for the request! And for being patient as I work through my ask box. I hope you enjoy!

“Malcolm, I say this with love, but you are the bane of my existence,” you said after opening every cabinet in his kitchen. Stale crackers and tea bags. That was it.

You had barged into his apartment after he hadn’t responded to any of your texts this morning. You knew his schedule by heart, and no matter what, he texted you back before he left for work. When an hour had passed without you hearing from him, you used your spare key and waltzed right in to find him bundled up on the couch, nose red and tissues littering the coffee table.

He groaned. “I’ve been busy with cases.”

“So busy you couldn’t have groceries delivered?” You crossed your arms even though he couldn’t see you over the back of the couch.

“I forgot,” he whined. One thing you knew about Malcolm Bright: he got whiny when sick. You imagined if you weren't so in love with him, you'd find it annoying.

You huffed, picking up his phone from the coffee table and placing a grocery order.

“There. It’ll be here in an hour,” you said, gently lifting his head so it could rest in your lap.

“Doesn’t that cost more?” His eyes were closed, and a blanket was pulled up to his chin.

“I’m sorry, which one of us actually owns their apartment?”

He peaked up at you through one eye. “Touché.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, and he let out a sigh of contentment.

“You don’t have to stay here, you know.” His voice was raspy from his sore throat.

“I kind of do. If not to help you get better than to keep you here. I’m afraid if I take my eyes off you for too long, you’ll sneak off to work.” You smiled warmly. Sometimes you thought Malcolm loved his job a tad too much. But it was endearing nonetheless.

“I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. My head’s killing me,” he said, squinting up at you.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here if you need me,” you said.

—

An hour later, there was a knock at the door, and you silently cursed as Malcolm stirred.

“(Y/N)?”

“It’s okay. Just go back to sleep.”

You carefully shifted him off your lap and grabbed the bags from the deliverer. It wasn’t much, just the basics, honey, and soup ingredients. He hadn’t eaten anything since you arrived, so you put a slice of bread in the toaster as you finished putting away the stuff you didn't need for the soup.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm stood on the opposite side of the island, eyes rimmed red. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Striding toward him, you placed a hand on his forehead.

“Go lay back down. You’re burning up and need your rest,” you said.

He only groaned and leaned his head onto your shoulder. God, you hated seeing him like this.

You rubbed up and down his blanket-covered arms. “C’mon, honey, why don’t you go lay in your bed, and I’ll bring you some toast.”

He mumbled an “okay” in your neck and shuffled toward his room.

A few minutes later, you brought him his food and more tea.

“Thank you,” he said, his big, wet eyes gazing at you.

You brushed a stray hair out of his face. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but his shoulders shook ever so often.

“Do you want me to get you a hoodie?” you asked, watching as he took a small bite.

“No. I’m too hot,” he mumbled.

“Okay, finish that, and I’m gonna get your next dose.”

You returned, and he’d laid the half-eaten toast on his nightstand and sipped at the tea.

“Here.”

You switched the mug for the medicine and placed the cup down to hand him the glass of water. After swallowing, he didn’t say a word as he shuffled underneath the blankets.

“Get some sleep. I’ll work on some soup for later,” you said, using your hands to push off the bed.

But one of his stopped you from beneath the sheets.

“Please stay,” he whispered.

Taking in his current state, you couldn’t help the throbbing in your chest and the overwhelming urge to hold him. You wanted to take all of his pain away and keep him from ever feeling like this again.

He tried not to rely on people. The fact that he was asking you to stay and not pushing you out told you how terrible he felt. You’d do anything he’d ask.

“Of course.”

You slipped under the covers facing him as his eyes closed. It didn’t matter if he’d fall asleep right away you’d stay right here just so he wouldn’t wake up alone. Just so he’d have some comfort.

You and Malcolm had met when you were children. It was after his father's arrest. He had isolated himself from the other kids at the park, and you couldn't have that. So, you marched right up to him and told him you would be his best friend, and that's been true ever since.

An hour or so had passed as you admired his relaxed features. It wasn't until you were both well into your twenties that you developed feelings for him. He had swung by to drop off a book he told you about and ended up staying for three hours—you had only seen him two days prior. Once he left, your mom came into the kitchen with this little smile on her face. You nearly spit out your drink when she asked when Malcolm would ask you on a date.

You laid in bed that night when it hit you. You liked Malcolm.

A whimper broke you from your thoughts.

Malcolm shifted, still asleep, and this time, a whispered "no" slipped through his lips.

You'd seen how bad his nightmares could get. You knew it was important you didn't startle him, but you weren't about to lay there and let him relive whatever horror he conjured.

Slowly, you wiggled closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Laying on your back, you brought his head onto your chest and smoothed his hair.

"Shh, it's okay. It's not real," you whispered.

As your fingers threaded through his hair, his whimpers slowly quieted, and he inhaled softly. It was a few moments before he spoke.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes still shut. He didn't need to pretend with you. And he was grateful for it. 

“For what?” You had told him he didn't need to thank you for this. The first night you witnessed his night-terrors, he wouldn't stop apologizing. He couldn't even look you in the eye. But you reassured him, even told him about the nightmare that haunted you. It was then you both promised one another that if you needed the other person, you'd call and be there—it didn't matter when.

“For taking care of me. For staying with me so I wouldn’t be alone. For…For making me feel like…like I’m worth being cared for.” He blinked, hoping you couldn’t hear in his voice that he was fighting tears.

You swallowed and moved until you were facing him.

“You are worth everything.” You made it a point to keep your eyes locked. “You never have to thank me for prioritizing you. You’re my…You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.”

You were walking a dangerous line. He had been a profiler for fuck’s sake. It was a miracle he hadn’t figured out you loved him already.

“It’s just…I know-I know you’re always here for me and will always be,” he sniffled, “I just can’t wrap my mind around why you’d want to stay. I keep,” he shakily inhaled, “I keep waiting for the day you leave and never come back.”

Your eyes were wide the entire time he spoke.

How could he think about all those things? No. You knew exactly why.

And it didn’t matter how long it took to prove to him otherwise—you’d do it—happily.

You cupped his cheek so he couldn't hide.

“I know you’ve been through so much, more than anyone should have to go through, but those things don’t scare me. They never have. You’re stuck with me, Malcolm. Even when you want me to leave you alone—especially when you want me to leave you alone. I’m gonna be here, no matter what. I promise.”

Tears were streaming down his face now, and he didn’t care. Not when you soothed his every insecurity. Not when you looked at him like he was important to you. Not when all he wanted to do was reach out and hold you and tell you how he’d fallen in love with you for those very reasons.

His arm wound around your back and slid you toward him. His head buried itself in your neck as he shook with a fresh wave of tears. You held him, running a steady hand up and down his back.

“I’m right here.” You placed soft kisses on whatever skin you could reach. “I promise. I’m right here.”

He quieted slowly, his body relaxing into yours as he was left sniffling, but he never let go of you. He wanted nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of his life. He wanted to feel your warmth. He wanted your hand on his back to become his new heartbeat. He wanted to never be without you.

He ever so carefully pulled away just enough to meet your searching gaze. And before he could say a word, you did.

“I love you.” It was the only thing that could settle his fears for sure. Even if it backfired, it’d be worth it to reassure him. He would believe you and know he was worth everything to you, and if you embarrassed yourself, so be it.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, the barest of smiles gracing his face.

You let out a breathy laugh, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. He loved you, too. He loved you, too.

Your best friend. The person you told everything to and the only one who seemed to understand you loved you.

“I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to get you sick,” he said, squeezing your fingers.

“I think that ship has sailed. We’re nearly on top of each other.” It didn’t matter if you got sick. You were too happy to care.

He smiled, the first one you saw all day.

“I want our first kiss to be special. And I can’t breathe too well right now. Pretty sure that would ruin it.”

“How about this then.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, staying there a few seconds to try and push all the love you had into his skin.

You settled back, and his eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted. You weren’t sure if his flushed cheeks had darkened or not.

“I hope I get better soon.” He said upon opening his eyes. 

You giggled, pulling him back onto your chest. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

#prodigal son #prodigal son imagine #prodigal son fanfiction #prodigal son fanfic #prodigal son fluff #Malcolm bright x reader #Malcolm bright x gender neutral reader #Malcolm bright fluff #Malcolm bright x you #Malcolm bright x y/n #Malcolm bright imagine #Malcolm bright oneshot

[machtaholic]

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Relationship: Malcolm Bright/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Malcolm Bright, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Frottage, Ballet, Light BDSM

Summary: The stress of planning his and Clay's wedding, along with work and other things have Malcolm stressed and distracted. He knows one thing that that will help with the distraction.

Dance.

And Clay approves. Verily, he approves.

Notes: Written for the @badthingshappenbingo ... also, I have wanted to put Malcolm in pointe shoes since we found out he did ballet and this was totally my chance to do it!

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