#Malcolm backing out of the room looking very embarrassed 'No no it's no trouble dear I'll just... I think I have to crush a rebellion now...

[the-busy-ghost]

Got to love when St Margaret plainly started running out of alliterative Old English names for her kids and after Edward, Edmund, Ethelred, Edgar, and Edith she eventually settled for naming the remaining three Alexander, Mary, and David

Or do you think Máel Coluim was just getting too mixed up and had to put his foot down

#The man had like at least nine possible eleven kids that we know about #Duncan and Donald were bad enough but five kids whose names all begin with E and four that begin with Ed is just a nightmare #'Please dear I'm begging you can we name this one something that my subjects north of the Forth can pronounce' #St Margaret in a deliberately sweet tone: 'Darling I didn't realise it was causing you such hardship I'm so terribly sorry' #'It was just that after I'd pushed the fifth one in ten years out while singing the Te Deum the whole time to distract from the pain' #'And all the time I was concentrating on that lovely new altar cloth I was embroidering' #'While writing a letter to the archbishop of Canterbury about sending me some more of those lovely Benedictines' #'Edith was merely the first name I could think of; but if it's REALLY causing you such hardship don't worry we can name her something else' #'If it's really so hard for you' :) :) :) #Malcolm backing out of the room looking very embarrassed 'No no it's no trouble dear I'll just... I think I have to crush a rebellion now... #Alternatively it's entirely possible Malcolm was on board since aggressively giving your kids Old English royal names #When your neighbour is a Norman conqueror is kind of a political move #But it's fun to wonder #Technically Alexander Mary and David are even better examples of one upmanship #We've graduated from Old English kings and queens to legendary and then heavenly kings and queens now #Ok so Alexander could also ahve been named for the pope #Did they know that with those last three they'd be setting the pattern of Scottish royal names for centuries #Because the first five really didn't catch on #Not many Scottish kings cutting about called Aethelred #But better than Malcolm's first wife #Poor Ingibiorg never got to go around calling her kids by her second husband things like Sigurd and Olaf and Rognvald #Nope it was Donnchadh Domnall and possibly another Mael Coluim #writing log

[queenbrightwhitly]

Omg! Could I make a request? Maybe Malcolm with an s/o that dissociates regularly, and maybe they dissociate when meeting Martin or something and he has to kind of bring them back to reality.

Yes of course you can! I’m not too familiar with dissociation so I did some research and hope I did this okay.

Reality

“Well, don’t you look horrible.” Y/n leaned against the hallway wall. She watched as Malcolm stopped abruptly, her voice catching him off gaurd as he stared up at her.

“What are you doing here?” Malcolm asked, he crossed his arms obviously confused. He thought she was still at the crime scene, not at Claremont.

“Gil told me to come with you, especially since you were told not to come to Dr. Whitly for this one.” Y/n stated casually, walking towards the door she gave a friendly wave and greeting to Mr. David.

“Y/n.”

“It’s so weird, I thought this place would be bigger.”

“Y/n..”

“Your mother really talks about how luxurious he’s living and I don’t know, for how much money you guys have-“

“Y/n!”

Turning around she stared back at Malcolm who obviously looked annoyed. “Yes, sweetheart?” She teased.

“You’re not going in there.” Malcolm said, his voice very serious. “I know you and Gil are worried-“

She scoffed. “Worried is an understatement, especially with how things have been going lately.” Looking to Mr. David, she nodded towards the door. Mr. David opened it and waited for them to go inside. “You coming Malcolm?”

Rolling his eyes Malcolm shook his head, following behind as they both walked in. Dr. Whity was sitting in his chair looking though some books and files.

“Martin, you have visitors.” Mr. David announced, shutting the door behind him, leaving Malcolm and Y/n with Martin.

Malcolm stood close to Y/n, standing in front of her, facing towards his father he waited for him to say something.

“Malcolm, my boy!” Martin happily greeted, not taking his eyes off his files. It didn’t seem like he notice Y/n. “I’m surprised you didn’t call first, I would have-“ Martin stopped himself, having finally turned in his chair he took notice of the extra visitor stood behind Malcolm. “Oh? Who’s this?” Martin stood up making his way over, but was stopped by his chain that was attached to his room wall. 

“Hello, Dr. Whitly. Detective, L/n, I’m apart of Lieutenant Arroyo team.” Y/n leaned over Malcolms shoulder, smiling sweetly. 

“Well, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Malcolm was bringing members of the team, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” Martin looked a bit embarrassed as he looked around his room. 

“I’ve seen worse.” Y/n shrugged casually. 

Malcolm kept himself in front of Y/n, his protective nature taking over. He wanted to make sure Martin had no way of getting to her, even being chained up.

“I need your help on a case.” Malcolm pulled his attention away from her and back on his.

“Oh I expected nothing less.” Martin smiled. “Please continue, what seems to be troubling you?”

Y/n watched from behind Malcolm as he discussed the current dead end in the case. She looked around Martins room, noticing a few medical books and drawings along the left side of the wall.

She didn’t know when it started happening but she felt herself start to relax and become lighter on her feet. The sounds of Malcolm and Martins conversation became mute, only watching their mouths move, but no noise.

Reaching out to grip Malcolms sleeve, she pulled lightly, trying not to catch the attention of Martin. Although she thought she touched him, she didn’t feel anything, her body becoming even lighter then before. The area around her was almost like a dream, a show playing in front of her.

Then as quickly as it came, she suddenly got spooked by Malcolm facing her, his hands were rubbing her shoulders up and down, a white blanket was wrapped around her. Y/n notice his mouth moving and tried to focus on what he could be saying, his voice was becoming clear as she listen more intently.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?” She finally heard it now. “Breathe slowly, just focus on me.”

Nodding, she focused on Malcolms eyes. His blue eyes she love so much, so calming to look into.

“Well, if I wouldn’t know better I say that was an intense case of zoning out.” Martin spoke up from behind Malcolm.

“Shut up, please.” Malcolm snapped, turning his head back for a quick moment. “Are you okay?” He asked gently.

“I’m okay, I just had a moment.” Looking down at the white blanket wrapped around her, she held the material between her fingers. “How long this time?”

Malcolm sighed. “Ten minutes, maybe less.”

“If I may input, I would say you suffer from a sort of dissociation disorder?” Martin walked closer to the line on the floor. “Ya know, Y/n. I have had patients in the past who have struggled with this before, perhaps I could treat you as well, I knew a few techniques and-“

“Absolutely not.” Malcolm interrupted. “She’s not, or ever will be one of your patients. Stick with the over the phone teachings.”

“So defensive my boy.” Martin looked back to Y/n. “If you ever need some medical advice, you know how to reach me.” Martin winked.

Malcolm rolled his eyes. “We should go. You’ve been helpful. No reason for us to stay here any longer.” Malcolm took her by the hand, waiting for the door to open.

“It was nice to meet you Dr. Whitly!” Y/n turned back. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Martin smiled. “Oh not a problem at all my dear. You’ve been quite a treat, please convince my son to bring you around more often.”

Malcolm just shook his head. Once the door had opened, Martin had already went back to his chair. “See you soon my boy! Maybe on your next visit we can discuss how this little delight managed to sneak her way into your heart?”

Y/n looked confused, following Malcolm as he dragged her along. “Did you tell him?”

“No, I didn’t say anything. He must have just guessed.”

“I doubt that, maybe because your protective nature took over.” Y/n shrugged.

When they finally went outside, Malcolm stopped, he put his hands back on her shoulders. “How bad was it this time? Do you remember anything?”

“No, I’m not sure what triggered it ether, I’m still figuring this out as I go.” Y/n looked down at the white blanket still around her. “Surprised they let us take this.”

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest he rested his head on top hers. “Sorry, I just panicked with you being in there with him. If it was bad-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” Looking up she moved some hair from Malcolms face. “You were a big help, you always are.”

Malcolm smiled, leaning down he kissed the top of her forehead. “We should go, make sure Gil doesn’t send an APV for us.”

“Or the swat team.” Y/n teased. Reaching down to take Malcolms hand they both walked away from Claremont.

#malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #prodigal son #prodigal son fandom #malcolm bright x reader #tom payne #tom payne x reader #malcolm whitly x reader

[high-society-of-readers]

Heelshire Manor

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Chapter two: Reminder of Something Lost

With the warm sun on your back, you pulled open the door of the manor. The grandness of its size dwarfed your very own, it made you feel so small. Maybe this was how the dolls you played with felt when you had moved them about the toy house. Once Greta had followed you in, you closed the door and joined by her side gawking at all the old furniture, and tiny details carve into the wood. You watched as Greta put her purse down and proceeded to remove her shoes one after another.

“Are we supposed to do that?” You question timidly, not too sure what the best course of action would be. “I think so, well, I don't know… maybe? I'd hate to get the carpet dirty and get blamed for it, who knows how expensive it would be to clean it.” Nodding your head in agreement, you followed her lead putting your backpack down along with your shoes off and ventured ahead farther into the house before Greta called after you. “You cannot be serious?” Stopping you turn towards her once again.

“About what?” you protest. “The bear Y/n, leave the bear. We're here for a job, not a children's sleepover...” She deadpans as you look down at your teddy. “But-” you cut yourself off, and obediently trudge back over to where you tossed your shoes and sat him down next to them. “You stay here, okay?” The sound of your sister slapping her forehead with the embarrassment of your childish behavior makes you smile a bit in your small victory.

With that out of the way, you continue to trail after your older sister as the two of you aimlessly wander through the Victorian Manor. As you follow her up the stairs, the two of you stop before a family painting of an elderly couple and their young son. You couldn't help but feel as if the family in the painting was detached from the world around them. None of them were really smiling, just staring distantly through the painting… after rounding the corner, the two of you entered what looked like a child's room.

The room was chalked full of antique toys, some with a thin layer of dust, and others look to have been played with quite recently. As your sister began fiddling with some of them, you couldn't help but smirk. “Now who's the childish one?” she glares at you softly as you reach ahead of her to pick up another bear off the shelf; you look down at it, and couldn't help but think out loud “Mine's cuter.” Greta echoed a faint laugh at your musings.

“Hi, there!” Greta let out a sharp gasp and dropped the toy she had in surprise, turning towards the voice. The stranger apologized for startling her as you laughed at her reaction much to her disdain. The man all but ignored you, seeming to be engrossed with your elder sister, not that you minded at all. As they exchanged pleasantries, he finally introduces himself as Malcolm.

“So then, you two are here for the nanny position I'm guessing?” "Yes, I'm Greta Evans.” She shook his hand before directing his attention to you. “This is my younger sister Y/n, it's nice to meet you.” Shyly you wave to him watching as his face cracks into a warm smile before inviting both of you on a tour of the house. Before you could say anything Greta answered for you and eagerly agreed to let him give her a tour of the manor. As they left the room you, however, decided to stay put. Not very interested in his proposal you look down at your new friend, you spoke. “Guess it's just you and me then, huh?”

As you exited the room, you could hear them continue to exchange small talk on the way down to the kitchen. For you, though it was time to explore, with your new bear in tow, you set off. Room after room you wander looking through them, some were guest bedrooms, while others contained paintings and priceless items. Also, there wasn't a single wall that didn't have anything on it each was filled with old, antique pictures and taxidermy mounts of exotic animals; after looking through all the rooms on the second floor, you venture back down to the first floor once again.

It didn't take long to make it to a large Library, as you walked by the bookcases, you read off the titles trailing your finger along their leather spines. “Moby Dick, Northanger Abbey, The Catcher in the Rye, and The Scarlet Letter” Some books you've heard of, but others were completely foreign to you. In the back of the room stood a grand Victorian piano made of solid wood. Approaching it, you saw it had an open music sheet called “Brahms Lullaby”, almost begging to be played. Against your better judgment, you sat down, and placed your new friend by your side and readied yourself.

Starting off slowly, as you were quite rusty you plucked away at the milky white keys getting used to the movement. Losing yourself in its notes, you reached the end of the page, as you reach to turn it to continue to the next verse you could hear clapping coming from behind. It seems it was your turn to be startled, quickly you got up, in surprise that someone had been listening to you play. “Oh, daddy dear wasn't that just lovely!” It was the woman from the painting, looking over to her side, you see the man was there as well.

“I'm so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire!" The women let out a laugh finding your apology unnecessary. “No need to apologize for playing so beautifully, it's about time it's gotten a use. All it does it collect dust like all the other things in this old house. You must be y/n your sister mentioned you in her letter, I must say you fit her description to a tee.” Picking up the bear you approach her and extend your hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you; I do however have to apologize for poking around, it was rude of me.” The women shook your hand. “So well-behaved and my your manners! I'm sure you'll be a good influence on our Brahms; he's a troubled boy.” Thinking for a moment, you choose your words carefully before speaking; “If he's nice to me, I'll be nice to him; I'm sure we'll get along just fine!” A sad smile danced on the woman's lips as she attempted to open her mouth as if to correct you but her better half cut her off.

“So, I assume your sister Greta is around here as well?” you nodded your head, and mention Malcolm had offered to give her a "grand" tour of the manor. “They might be in the kitchen, he mentioned something about groceries.” Mr. Heelshires face lit up in recognition.

"Ah yes, Malcolm is our errand boy he's worked with our family for many years, now if you’ll follow me the kitchen is this way” as he led you out of the Library Mrs. Heelshire took your hand. “don't want you getting lost again now do we?” It reminds you of how you'd treat a young child who’d lost their way; she looked down at you with the bear still tucked in your arms with the same sad smile from before. “You know, Brahms used to love that bear…” What she said caught you off guard for a moment…

why would she use the past tense?

Chapter One: New Beginnings

Chapter Two: Reminder of Something Lost (you're here)

Chapter Three: First Impressions

(A/N): “This chapter was made with the help of my new beta reader! Going with my gut and picking them out of the crowd was the best decision by far. Quick to correct and give a different point of view, I look forward to continuing working with them.”

#horror x reader #xreader #fanfiction #the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #Heelshire #fanfic #slasher x reader