Teaching Court how to read (and probably write too!) is so fucking sweet! I like to think he has just a bit of a foundation, like he knows what certain words are shaped like and how certain sentences look, and has gotten pretty far witb just that. (He also probably knows how to write his name decently enough) But you teach him the fundamentals and how to properly identify letters and words. And its so intimate and special. Its the inly time you two arenât at each otherâs throats, because he wants the help and you want to help him! This, and eating dinner together, is where you two really fall in love.
The crew also has a ânear kissâ counter going on. Its very high, and there are so many moments they dont even know about!!! Those Captains Quarters sure are a tight squeeze for two people!
What if for the nightmare thing, its not you who has it but Court? Like hes just having this horrible dream memory of abuse from his father, mixed with some of the more horrible things court has dine over the years, and it just gets to him that night! And you wake him up, you dont ask whats wrong, you just stay up with him. Maybe you even read one of the books he has. And suddenly story time becomes a nightly ritual. And that somehow evolves into you two sitting in the bed together while reading, and maybe you two accidentally fall asleep during this time. And suddenly now you two cant sleep without the other!
Oooooh hohohohoho :)
What if Lloyd, even before you were âcapturedâ had been after Captain Court âThe Grey Manâ Gentry. And now the Navel Commander has just learned that his pirate rival has stolen his bride to be! Court certainly wont be giving you up. And Lloyd isnât gonna take âno, fuck youâ for an answer :)
okay okay okay SO court has this nightmare pretty early on in your âcaptivityâ (is it really captivity if you enjoy it and never want to leave?). you read one of the few books he has in his quarters to him to help him go back to sleep, it suddenly becomes a nightly things after that because youâre curious about where the store is going (and also he caught you trying to read it without him and he basically snatched it from your hands lol) and so is he! So you read aloud every night. And THAT is what makes court have this desire to learn to read/write. Number 1 because one night you ask if he would like to read and he says no and you poke and prod the truth out of him, which heâs slightly embarrassed by. And number 2, that he would never admit, he likes having those nights with you all to himself.
and itâs one night after YOUVE had a nightmare that court crawls into the tiny bed with you, book in hand, and starts reading aloud himself. Heâs slow, and needs help with some words, but after a while you fall asleep. On him. And he canât MOVE he doesnât wanna wake you up! So he sleeps too! In the same bed!!!! And oh noooooo now you canât sleep without each other, you tried and it sucked, oh nooooooooo.
LOVE Lloyd and court as rivals here. Really one sided rivals. Court doesnât really care but Lloyd is OBSESSED with with capturing court. Itâs a bit extreme and weird tbh lol
it really would be such a shame if Lloydâs ship overtook courts. And threw court in the brig. And you sneak down, free him, and say before he and the rest of the crew sneak away in the rowboats:
âcome with us,â he says, taking your hand.
âI canât. Someone has to cover for you. And I wonât let one of the crew stay. ItâŚit has to be me.â
I have some thoughts about Captain Colt Seavers!!!
So i like to think that after his âaccidentâ Colt couldnât in good conscience have his full crew stay with him. Not when they werenât getting paid or even sailing regularly. So all but his most loyal buddies leave. Dan is the quartermaster and is Coltâs most loyal guy. (A quartermaster is the pirate equivalent of âfirst mateâ except they get to veto the captain if the crew disagrees with them)
But after nearly 2 years of nothing, Colt and co hear that that fucker Captain Tom Ryder has found the Key to this super cool treasure! They dont have the map, but the key can supposedly get them pretty far even without it. Colt on the other hand DOES have the map and has been saving it for a rainy day when heâs fully recovered, but heâll be damned if Ryder gets to it first!!!
So Colt hires a new crew, Dan thinks a lot of them are pretty sketchy, but is willing to accept this cause they need a full crew to sail out. This sketchy crew also comes with you!
And im not sure how, maybe Colt catches you when you fall from the rigging or something, but he figures out youâre a woman. And maybe he doesnât tell you he knows right away, like of COURSE he keeps the secret, but like why talk to you about it when you clearly dont want people to know!
But the ship makes it to the Island! But Fuck! Ryder is here too! And shit! This sketchy crew also APPARENTLY works for Ryder! SHIT!
But during the ensuing fight you and Colt get away! And you two get to have the fun treasure hunting adventure together! And youâre woman secret comes out and Colt is just like âits cool! đđťâ and itâs stupidly endearing! And you two get to fall in love doing all the fun, dangerous things together! (While Ryder and co force their way thru, like jerks)
Oh! But whats this?!? Ryder and co have cut off you and Colt on the way to the treasure! And whats this??? You are pulling out your gun and pointing it at Colt??? Why???? What could possibly have changed or happened for this to be the way things go???
no no fuck noooooooo
yeah reader has been working with tom since the beginning. you're the one who recruited the rest of the sketchy crew that colt hires. you've been the main man on the inside the whole time. you just disguised yourself as a man cause you were unsure how colt would react to a woman on board.
at first, when tom hired you, it was solely for the money. nothing against colt. maybe you're saving up to start a new life or something, and what tom is paying is enough to make that happen. but the more time goes on, the more you hate yourself for what you're doing/going to do to colt. because he's so nice! and clearly just struggling to get back on his feet (literally and figuratively, i imagine that colt uses a wheelchair and crutches a lot of the time, but can walk on his own for short periods). but as much as you are a pirate and a thief, you are an honest pirate and thief. you swore to tom, so you will keep your word.
even though you really do fall in love with colt. even though you fucking hate yourself. none of it will matter once tom has the treasure. you'll get paid. leave the pirate life. and never see colt again.
you betray him. you point that gun at colt and move to tom's side with the key and map in hand and watch as just pure devastation comes over colt's face. does it make you cry? probably
"i'm so sorry," you tell colt as tom takes the key and the map.
but tom, that asshole, swings his arm around your shoulder and is all "this is way more emotional than i was expecting. what is going on here? did...did you...seriously fall in love with her, colt? she's been working for me this whole time!"
ok i was initially kinda annoyed that they're putting ryan gosling in the mcu but now that i've learned 1. ghost rider is a stunt driver and 2. eva mendes was in the 2007 ghost rider movie, it's funny enough to me that i'm okay with it
*I think your house would be very messy and cluttered in a cozy lived-in kind of way. Matching mugs in the sink, drawings from Grace's students put up on the fridge and lots of photos framed on the wall. Ryland is very sentimental in my mind and I think he'd have a big box of just random stuff from your relationship up until the receipts from every dinner you guys had shared.
*His love language would definitely be intellectual connection and physical affection. He loves holding you close but he also loves having friendly debates with you over random topics. It's his way of connecting with you since he has this deep desire to understand your core beliefs and opinions over the smallest things.
*During arguments he's 100% the sassiest drama king you will meet. This man is petty and will not hesitate to say "I told you so". If his feelings got hurt he will also be really passive aggressive until you get the hint.
*Nicknames for you: my love, baby (ironically), stinky (also ironically)
*NSFW: whimpers,touch starved,begs,terrible at dirty talk. He's definitely the shy type and would fumble a lot in the beginning of your relationship. I also think he'd have a praise kink.
*When it comes to beliefs I think Ryland is atheist and prefers the big bang theory (not the show). He wouldn't really want kids. He loves teaching children in his classroom but having one 24/7 that he's 100% responsible for would stress him out too much. I can also see him stubbornly believing in the most out there conspiracy theories but always having a logical argument for it.
Colt Seavers:
*Your house would be pretty organized and modern looking with a bunch of gym equipment and a mini garden in your backyard. Colt mostly tends to it himself since he finds gardening to be calming.
*Colt is very big on words of affirmation. He will tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you look every single morning. He also really likes physical affection, especially PDA. When he's stressed he'll take you out for long drives where you both talk about your hopes and dreams maybe even open up about your pasts.
*This man is absolutely atrocious at facing conflict. When you're arguing he typically will just walk away mid argument to cool off and think things through because he's terrified that he might say the wrong thing. He gets really distant when he's angry but he always returns (usually) and talks with you calmly about it after being given some time to process what he actually wants to say.
*Nicknames for you: Babe,honey,my sexy bacon (ironically)
*NSFW: manhandles,bit of an exhibitionist,likes being the one calling the shots but he also enjoys having full on conversations during sex even if it's about nonsense. It secretly turns him on when you're lecturing him about the small stuff with that angry frown.
*I think he's agnostic. He's more of a hardcore and devoted swifty than he is a devoted christian. I think he'd be open to kids but only if his partner really wants them. With his job he believes it might not be right to have a child that's dependable on him. He doesn't believe in many conspiracy theories and actively makes fun of anyone who believes stuff like the moon landing is fake.
Noah Calhoun:
*Your house is very unique and incredibly beautiful. It's handmade to the very last detail. It's pretty organized but far from minamilist. You also have a big pond with a ton of ducks. He likes watching your face light up when you feed them frozen peas in the mornings.
*Noah is extremely hotheaded and stubborn in arguments. He's very direct and doesn't sugarcoat things for you. If he feels you're being unreasonable or irrational he will call you stupid. He will raise his voice and persistently insist that you solve the argument right now. He has enough common sense to not break something or raise his hand to you but he's definitely intense during fights.
*Noah likes showing his love in various ways. His favourite is acts of service and gift giving. He'll make you coffee every single morning just the way you like and buy or make you gifts that actually mean something. He believes to be loved is to be known and uses gifts as an opportunity to show just how well he knows you. He also secretly likes writing poems about you. They're stuffed away in a drawer somewhere.
*Nicknames for you: sweetheart,baby
*NSFW: he's gentle and patient with you,pretty vanilla,I really think it's a 50/50 with him wether he's noisy or not. At the beginning he's deathly quiet cause he's incredibly nervous but I think once he gets more comfortable he's definitely the type to be easygoing and playful during sex and might even crack a few jokes to see if he can make you laugh. He's definitely got a marking kink and likes the thought of people knowing exactly who you were with last night.
*Considering this takes place in the 1940s I think Noah's a very devoted and traditional Christian man who definitely would want kids, preferably three. He is pretty narrow minded and doesn't believe in any scientific beliefs that discourage things said in the Bible.
Holland March:
*Your house isn't messy but it has a ton of beer bottles just laying around. It has a nice art deco style though.
*Holland is frustrating to deal with in arguments. He'll crack jokes after you just told him the most vulnerable thing. He doesn't raise his voice but he uses humour to deflect a lot to the point of kind of ragebaiting the person he's arguing with.
*Holland struggles with showing affection to partners after his wife's death. He'll show his love through quality time whether that be just sharing a beer together or doing a puzzle with you in bed at 3am. He'll buy you stuff sometimes but usually they're not all that personal or handmade and more practical things that he thought you could get some use out of.
*Nicknames for you: Honey,sweetheart
*NSFW: He's lazy during sex and a real pillow princess,he will say the most filthy things and then lay down and expect you to do most of the work. Likes receiving degradation. Secretly he thinks he might be a masochist but he's too scared to experiment and find out.
*Holland used to be a religious man but he stopped believing in God when his wife passed or so he claims but deep down he still wants to believe in heaven because the thought of his wife still existing in some form where she is able to see Holly grow up brings him a sense of comfort. He 100% believes that the space landing was fake. Although he already has a kid he's aware he's a shitty dad and wouldn't want more kids to disappoint.
*It really depends on at what stage you meet him. When he's still going through his grief he's sleeping on a mattress in a crappy studio apartment near his campus. A couple years after when he's eventually reached the acceptance stage of grief you guys live in a penthouse in Hudson Valley (he wanted to move away from Manhattan and get a fresh new start for both of you). It's messy and Henry usually stores his artworks he's currently working on in the kitchen or living room. You have a very detailed backsplash in your kitchen with hand painted tiles Henry made of your favourite flowers.
*Henry believes that the most pure form of love is when it drives you to create. He often paints you and will make sure to add in every little detail he knows about you. It's come to the point where he practically has your face memorized in his mind up until the very last blemish. He likes intellectual connection and will often engage in friendly debates with you. Listening to your beliefs and interests is his way of showing he loves and cares about who you are as a person. He's not big on PDA but will hold hands when you're in crowded spaces.
*He's a professional rage baiter and will be the most sassy bastard you've met during arguments. Henry's very blunt with his words and sarcastic in a biting way when it comes to arguments. He has an annoying tendency of thinking he's the smartest person in the room.
*Nicknames for you: my love,love,dummy (ironically)
*NSFW: Henry believes there is art in everything. That said I can definitely see him having a painting kink. He likes having you pose as his own personal nude model. Sometimes it's foreplay for him,other times it's cause he just likes admiring your body in his own artistic way. He's pretty quiet and definitely a switch. He'd beg for you in a heartbeat but he also enjoys the idea of being the one to make you squirm. He loves being praised,it makes him feel more secure.
*I don't think Henry believes in any religion. He's a heavy atheist. It's one of the reasons why the passing of his parents and late girlfriend was so difficult for him to accept because he truly believes he will never see them again. He's a heavy believer in expressionism and typically paints in a more expressionistic art style. He doesn't want children and would rather just travel the world with you. He believes people only get kids cause they're bored and don't know what the next step in their relationship should be.
Officer K:
*You live in a very small modern apartment. It was pretty minimalist when he lived by himself since he never understood the need for sentimentality (minus his love for that wooden horse toy). K does secretly like seeing his space get filled with small reminders of you.
*This man is absolutely terrible at communicating his feelings. He's never thought that he could be important to anyone,let alone be loved by someone. Any forms of love really just managed to surprise him and make his heart race all at once. When it comes to how he shows affection he prefers acts of service. He loves the thought of being useful to you even if it's just by opening a jar of Nutella. K is also very touch starved. He has a difficult time asking for it but he craves physical affection all the time. He sometimes wishes he could fuse with your skin and be interlinked with you forever.
*He was programmed and taught to handle high stakes situations with a certain calm to it and he definitely treats even the smallest arguments like they're life or death situations. He won't speak much at first and will choose his words carefully. Honestly sometimes it feels like you're arguing with a professional negotiator which can be annoying at times. He refuses to raise his voice at you. With other people he's more direct and cold with his words but he remains calm.
*His biggest fear is having no purpose. He wants to be special. He believes meaning something to you is his something special. Because of that it makes him really jealous when he sees someone mean a lot to you, especially if the person is doing you big favours. When he's jealous he will sulk and become less physically affectionate.
*Nicknames for you: honey,sweetheart,darling
*NSFW: He is desperate for any form of praise. Please tell him he's a good boy. He's definitely a versatile top. I personally think he's very quiet in bed because he's not very experienced. He pretends to be annoyed if you're a talker but he secretly loves pillow talk. The sound of your voice in general calms him down. He can definitely be kind of intimidating looking. This man has zero social skills and will stare at you with a deadpan expression during sex just because he's too busy focusing on trying to tell if he's hurting you somehow.
*K is also atheist but he finds the way humans cling to the idea of a god just to bring them a semblance of hope very intriguing. Sometimes he's jealous that he doesn't have that kind of ability to hope so devotedly. He believes in cynicism. The world is a big bad place and it's every man for himself. He learnt this motto as a blade runner and he is reluctant to change it. It's honestly one of the only things that obsolves him from his guilt for killing his own kind. K is conflicted about children. He doesn't want to actively bring a child into this world but he will be open to adopting a kid if he stumbled upon one in need of fostering.
*Your house is a big mansion in LA. It's not minimalist but it's tacky and packed to the brim with absolutely useless things that Richard bought purely to show off his wealth to his friends.
*His love language is definitely a mix of physical touch and gift giving. He can't keep his hands off you and gets really handy especially when there's other guys around. He gets really jealous and possessive to a concerning amount. He had enough money to not have any rules or laws apply to him and he's aware of that. Richard is a pretty impulsive buyer but his impulsiveness becomes ten times worse when he's with you. If you glance at something in a store for longer than five seconds he's already walking to the checkout with two of said thing in hand.
*In arguments he manipulates and gaslights you to the point of where you question your sanity. "Come on baby you know I wouldn't do that to you. You know no one cares for you like I do" He's incredibly charming and knows how to sway you to agree with him without raising his voice but if he doesn't get what he wants after trying hard to persuade you,expect a big temper tantrum. Richard has always gotten what he wants when he wants and he's not gonna let you change that anytime soon.
*Nicknames for you: bae, nerd/dork (ironically)
*NSFW: This man is full of himself, bratty and incredibly selfish. He wants to be worshipped in bed and however he will make you see stars it's never because he cares about your pleasure. It's purely just to do with his ego. Knife play,fear play,choking. This guy is very kinky and rough. He has a major pictophilia kink. He loves rewatching videos of himself with his partners and patting himself on the back for a job well done. I can also see him having a thing for mirror sex just because he enjoys watching his partner's reactions but most of all he likes watching himself. I also think it's a 50/50 with him when it comes to control and that he's probably a switch.
*He's definitely an atheist and believes in a hedonistic philosophy that people should seek to experience as much pleasure and enjoyment as possible before they die. And by people he mainly means himself. He's not big on conspiracy theories unless he can gain something out of them. He has no desire for kids or any responsibilities in life whatsoever.
Lars Lindstrom:
*Your home is technically a renovated garage across from his brother's house. It's cozy but also really messy since he never expected he'd ever really show the inside of his home to anyone.
*Lars values his alone time so he sees spending time with you and ultimate show of his love. He also likes small acts of services. He's not a grand gesture kind of guy but every morning he'll make you breakfast, he'll bring back wildflowers he pciked in spring and he'll patch up any holes in your beloved plushies from years of wear and tear.
*He doesn't like conflict. He finds it very stressful. When he is angry he will awkwardly stand in a corner whilst expressing his disapproval. He prefers arguing by using your inside voices but if things escalate he might yell on rare occasions. Afterwards he likes when you two lay down next to each other at a respectable distance in bed. It's times like these that he will feel most nervous because he's unsure if you still love him after your arguments.
*Nicknames for you: he mainly just calls you by your first name,sometimes he'll call you dear
*NSFW: Lars is a proper gentleman and would want to wait until marriage. Intimacy is something that he finds incredibly difficult and this might never be a milestone he'd be comfortable enough with reaching but if he ever does I think he'd be very sweet and shy.
*Despite his difficulties with physical touch he does want children someday and would probably be more keen on adopting. It would stress him out a lot to have a surrogate or to have you carry the child due to his trauma with his mother's passing. He's a very religious man and goes to church regularly although he's too socially anxious to be active within the church community. Lars doesn't believe in any conspiracy theories either but sometimes he feels empathetic towards those little aliens on TV shows that somehow managed to land in a world where they don't belong and on rare occasions likes to pretend he is one going out on a space exhibition when he is uncomfortable in the current situation.
Ken:
*Your house is beautiful and very very pink. He can visit ofcourse but sleepovers is only for your best friends and Allan. That is unless you decide to grace him with the privilege of being able to sleep in your dream house for one night. Now that would be sublime.
*Ken loves supporting you through acts of service and whatever else you need. He secretly also would like to have more time spent together and it makes him a little sad that you're always so busy but don't worry he's fine as long as he wears his sunglasses to cover the neverending dread behind his eyes!
*He rarely argues because usually you're always right but sometimes when you do argue he gets very sulky and you might find him beaching more aggressively than usual that next day.
*Nicknames for you: My life,my light,most wonderful and beautiful
*NSFW: He does not have genitals but he will do a sexy strip tease just to get your attention and if he's feeling really saucy? The worm.
*Ken's religion is you because you are everything and can do anything. Since he's a doll I don't think it's possible for you guys to have kids but if you really want them Ken will try to find a way so you can get him pregnant but he might need Science Barbie's help to achieve that. His philosophy to life is beach and horses.
Luke Glanton:
*You both live in a remote cabin away from all the noise where the police won't find him. It has a very rustic and neat look to it that he'd be willing to change in minutes if you just say the word.
*He definitely likes buying you stuff and spoiling you in every way possible. He feels as a man, regardless of your gender, it is his duty to provide for his partner. That's just how he was raised. He also likes doing small acts of service that are usually protective to show his love. Things like walking on the outer side of the pavement or actively standing between you and sketchy looking people on the subway. He's not big on full on PDA but he loves holding hands and it genuinely makes him feel a little giddy inside not that he'd ever admit it out loud.
*Luke typically has a temper and will get in fights often with other people but he acts very differently with you in an almost clichĂŠ way. He speaks softly and never raises his voice at you even when you hurt his feelings.
*Nicknames for you: my love,baby
*NSFW: I think this guy is such a big teddy bear. He definitely likes being in control but he's also very gentle. I can see him being into overstimulation,edging and maybe some mild breathplay.
*He might look like a nonconventional guy and he knows his job is pretty dangerous but he still wants to have a family of his own someday. He's religious to put it very loosely. He believes there is some kind of higher power out there but he doesn't really know what yet. He also thinks people who believe in conspiracy theories have too much time on their hands.
Summary: Stepping in to help K is instinct, but what comes after is a choice, one thatâs easy to make.Â
Pairing: Officer K x F!ReaderÂ
W/C: 3.9K
Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Violence, angst, loss of virginity and sexual situations.
A/N: Thank you N and my Gosling discord girls for their help (@sashayazie, @ninjathrowingstork and @elusivewildflower)
Part 1
It starts slow, with dinners here and there and small gifts exchanged. Cakes and sweets for artificial flowers, until soon enough you have a whole arrangement of them in a small vase on your bedside table. Eventually, Kâs over almost every night and in time youâre able to coax him into talking more. You learn about his job as a Blade Runner, reading into the things he doesnât say. Itâs a hard job and more often than not he comes home banged up.
Like tonight. K shows up at your door freshly showered with a nasty purpling bruise on his jaw that extends up into his hairline. He lets you touch his cheek and fuss over him, jokingly promising it's worse than it looks. You offer him a frozen bag from your freezer that you kept for such an occasion, which he presses to his face while leaning against the counter to watch you cook. You tell him about your day and catch him watching you with that little half smile heâs taken to wearing around you.
âHow was your day?â You ask him once you sit down.Â
âIt was a day,â he replies evenly, pushing around the rice on his plate.Â
You know then he doesnât want to talk about it and you switch to discussing a humorous incident today regarding one of the children of your employers. After dinner you split the lone cupcake you were allowed to take home, enjoying how his eyes close and he sighs as he savors the buttercream frosting. The cake itself is a little stale but itâs still sweet and rich on your tongue.Â
âI never had real sugar before I met you,â he says, licking the wrapper.Â
âI sneak tastes at work all the time,â you admit, grinning. âQuality control.â
âJust doing your job,â he agrees, leaning back and resting his hands on his stomach.
Joking with you is a recent development and you love it. He always looks so relaxed, almost boyish when he does. Handsome too, another voice reminds you. You shake off the thought and move to take the plates as he follows you into the kitchen. These odd feelings have been happening more and more and you know what they mean, even if you try to ignore them. K is your friend- nothing more. Youâre probably the only person who treats him like a human.Â
You clean up together, conversation stalling though he doesnât seem bothered by it. At the door you hug goodbye, savoring how tightly he holds you. The first time this happened heâd been so stiff and awkward you were sure youâd crossed some boundary but then, hesitantly, he brought his arms up. His hold was gentle, almost like he was afraid if he squeezed too hard you might disappear. Now itâs routine and more often than not heâs the one to pull you to him. As much you tell yourself itâs for K, you know you need it too. Before him, you could go weeks without touching someone else.
âI hope tomorrow is better,â you say as a goodbye.
He shrugs, one shoulder lifting as he steps into the hallway. Another smile for you and then he turns back to his door. Before he can make it there, one of your other neighbors, a big dark-haired man bumps into him purposefully.Â
âFuck off skinjob,â he growls, sparing you a disgusted look.Â
Heâs off down the hall before you can respond. Kâs jaw tenses but he doesnât say anything, disappearing into his apartment. Itâs been happening more and more, people have noticed youâre spending time with him and they have a lot to say about it. Some of the warnings are gentle and shared with you out of real concern, while others are meant to intimidate or scare you. You ignore them all.
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Itâs Friday evening and clumps of snow float through the air as you trudge through the dirty streets. Youâve got real meat in your bag, ground chicken and some leftover sliced ham with a handful of potatoes and even a coveted batch of strawberries youâre excited for K to try. Theyâre a little mushy but still sweet on your tongue. You donât see the man until itâs too late. He throws you up against the wall, hard enough to knock the wind from your lungs. You sputter and cough, the bag slipping from your fingers and falling to the wet ground.
âStay away from the skinjob,â he warns you. He stinks, old beer and something rotten that makes your stomach curdle. âHumans and replicants shouldnât mix.â
His grip on your jaw is painful and tears leak from the corner of your eyes. A second later the pressure is gone when the man is thrown on the floor hard enough that he coughs up a little blood and groans. K stands over him.Â
âStay down,â he warns the other man, turning to face you. His hand hovers beside your cheek and you blink rapidly to clear the wetness from your eyes. At your nod he touches you, rough fingertips skating over your jaw and up to your temple. âAre you okay?â He asks quietly. Â
You make a small sound, tapping your chest. âJust took my breath,â you whisper, seeing the way his hand shakes. âIâm okay,â you promise him. âReally.â
Behind K, the man gets to his feet, swaying and spitting blood. âIâm going to report you,â he slurs. âGet your ass retired.â
âPenal code 12, section 14B says Iâm allowed to intervene between two humans when one is in danger,â K replies automatically, tone devoid of any emotion. âI am also allowed to use lethal force. Remember that next time.âÂ
The man grimaces and sways, anger twisting his face as he stumbles back to the street, muttering. You sag against the wall and K steps closer. His breath is warm over your skin as he leans in. The unnaturally quick way his eyes dart over your face and chest as he searches for any visible wounds is a reminder of what he really is, but you push that thought down and let him turn you around and inspect the back of your head. Even though it throbs, he assures you thereâs no blood.Â
âItâs cold. We should go inside,â he says.
You acquiesce and let him hold your canvas bag. He keeps a firm grip on your arm as you slowly make your way up the steps of the building. People watch you pass but you ignore them, tired and in pain. No one bothers you at least, and when you glance over at K you understand why. His normally blank expression is hard, meeting the eyes of anyone who looks at you with a challenging stare youâve not seen before. In your apartment he helps you out of your coat and puts away your treasured groceries. After, he stands there, hands at his side.Â
âHas this happened before?â
âNo,â you promise him. âI think that man was just drunk and angry, looking for someone to take his frustration out on.â The blank expression on Kâs face concerns you. You know what his next words are going to be so you speak before he can, moving the conversation to something less difficult. âI got some strawberries for you to try. Can you get them?â
A painfully long moment passes before he finally concedes and moves to the kitchen to retrieve the small metal container. He also brings a glass of water and two pain pills. You pop a strawberry into your mouth, savoring the sweet burst of flavor as he cautiously eats one as well. His eyes widen in surprise and he chews slowly.Â
âGood, right?â
âYes,â he agrees, accepting the second one you offer.Â
You take the pills with the water and talk about the blackberries you snuck a taste of at work, how surprisingly tart it was. K continues to listen as you split the last of the strawberries and by the time youâre done you can see some of the tension in his body is gone. Heâs leaning back against the couch beside you, legs spread and hands resting on his thighs. That night you let him cook dinner after he insists you rest. You supervise from the couch, noting how the back of his neck turns pink with each compliment you give him.Â
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The next week passes quietly and without incident until K fails to show up for dinner on Friday. That in itself is not unusual, his time isnât his own and heâs often called into the station at the last minute, but he does always let you know. Hours pass without any word and your worry grows when you knock on his apartment and get no answer. Finally, nearing midnight, a message from him arrives. Itâs short, just an apology and the promise to join you for dinner tomorrow. You know you should leave him alone but thereâs a lingering, persistent worry that has you pulling on a sweater over your pjs and slipping into your shoes.
You peek outside. The hallway is empty this time of night, and you shuffle across to his door, knocking lightly. Eventually it opens but only a crack. Kâs bloodied face greets you. He looks worse than the first time you saw him on the stairs and you canât help the little sound of horror you make. He sighs your name and tells you to go home, but your hand shoots out to stop him from shutting the door.
âWhat happened?â You ask, alarmed.Â
âNothing. Just a nexus 8 that got the drop on me. Iâm fine.â
âYou're not fine, K. Let me help,â you urge. âPlease.â
Several seconds drag by before he finally opens the door and you step inside. The bright lights of his apartment illuminating every scratch and bruise on his face. He never lets you see him like this, always patching himself up before he comes over. This is also the first time you are in his apartment and itâs hard to see how plain and spartan it is, completely devoid of any life.
K shows you where the first aid kit is and you set to work to clean him as he sits on the only chair he owns. You end up standing between his legs, tilting his head back to get a closer look at the wounds. He doesnât react as you disinfect the shallow scrapes nor when you glue together the split skin on the side of his cheek. Thereâs more dirt and grime heâll need to wash off on his own in the shower but for the most part youâve cleaned and tended to his wounds.Â
âAre you hurt anywhere else?â You question.Â
He shakes his head, looking up at you. There is something in his gaze, some vulnerability youâve never seen before that has you settling a hand on his shoulder to offer comfort instinctively. He exhales sharply and his hands come to rest on your hips. The skin of your chest tingles. You hold your breath when he leans forward and gently rests his head against your stomach. For a moment youâre frozen, feeling his body tremble against yours. Hesitantly, you touch the crown of his head, running your fingers through his short hair.
K makes a soft sound and rubs his cheek against your shirt. You repeat the action, feeling his hands slide around your back until heâs hugging you tightly, urging you closer to him. He smells of blood and sweat but underneath is a scent your brain identifies as simply him. It calms you and you stay like that, rubbing circles across his shoulders and scratching his scalp as he holds you close.
When he eventually pulls back to look at you, you stare down at him uncertainly. Youâve hugged him goodbye before and even taken hold of his arm when youâve been out together, but this is something different. Intimate.Â
âKâŚâ
âStay with me tonight,â he says so quietly youâre almost sure youâve imagined it. âPlease.â
âOkay,â you agree, the words slipping from your mouth before youâve even processed them. Youâd give him anything he asked for, you realize.Â
âI need a shower first.â
You clear your throat and step away, watching him disappear into the bathroom. Kâs quick, returning to you with damp hair and clean skin in a matter of minutes. You move back to let him pull down the bed, wrapping an arm over your stomach as you watch the muscles of his arm flex. There are a few more bruises and cuts that were hidden by his long shirt and you reach out to run your fingers over them.
He looks at you over his shoulder. âIt looks worse than it is,â he assures you.Â
You nod, unsure what exactly he wants. So little of Kâs life is up to him that youâre always careful to make space for him to decide things. What to eat, when to touch and even what to watch on the evenings you sit in front of the tv with him. When you look up, K is watching you with those steady blue eyes.
âIf you donât want to stayâŚâ
âNo,â you promise him, stepping closer. âI⌠wasnât sure what you wanted.â
âJust lay down with me. Sleep.â He says, climbing onto the bed and extending his hand. You let him pull you down with him, fitting his body closely behind yours. His breath is warm over the back of your neck and you feel his hand settle on your hip. âIs this okay?â He asks.Â
âYes,â you whisper, blinking back the sudden wetness in your eyes.
It feels good to be held like this, to have anotherâs warmth wrap around you. Youâre not even sure when the last time someone touched you like this was. Surely your parents must have, when you were little, but the harder you try to remember, the quicker it slips away. Youâve been alone for so long, working hard to make a better life for yourself that youâd forgotten how much you needed to be touched like this. You close your eyes when K tugs you even closer, his loose grip turning firm and you inhale deeply, letting the smell of him settle inside you as you commit this feeling to your memory.Â
âYouâre so warm, soft,â he mumbles.Â
Tentatively, you reach for the hand at your hip, linking your fingers with his. You wait for any sign he doesnât want your touch as you slowly draw his hand up towards your chest. You rest both your hands near your collarbone and relax when you feel his nose bump against the back of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you. K exhales and his fingertips stroke the soft skin of your chest. Â
âLights off,â he says quietly, darkness flooding the room.
The only light comes from outside his window, hazy neons and dingy yellows. Itâs cool in the room but his body chases away the chill and you settle more firmly into him. Sleep comes surprisingly easily, pulling you under with each drag of Kâs breath behind you.Â
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The cold predawn light wakes you. Itâs still mostly dark in the apartment but as you blink the sleep from your eyes you realize youâre facing K. Heâs still holding onto you tightly but sometime in the night you must have turned towards him. He looks so peaceful, the lines of his face relaxed in sleep. This close to him you can see the fine wrinkles around his mouth and the dark circles under his eyes. Your hand hovers over his jaw, wondering how his scruff there would feel. Would it be soft like his hair or something rougher against your fingertips?
You withdraw your hand and bring it back against your chest, continuing to watch K. His pale pink lips part and the hand on your hip twitches, a brief warning before suddenly his bright blue eyes are watching you. He looks confused for a second before a faint smile pulls at his lips. You return it, your heart suddenly picking up at his proximity.Â
âMorning,â you offer quietly.
K watches you, but the look on his face is difficult to place. Itâs almost blank, though you can see something building behind his eyes, some of the emotion he feels escaping. The hand at your hip rises to your face to stroke your cheek and down the side of your neck. You swallow heavily and his fingers press against your throat, feeling the movement. When he grasps your chin, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip, you shudder and he does it again.
Your eyes rise to meet his, seeing the rapid way they move over your face, taking in every reaction. When they drop to your lips you know what he wants and oh, you want it too even if youâre scared. Of things changing between you or getting this only to lose if he decides this isn't what he wants. K shifts forward and his thumb pulls your lower lip down. You feel paralyzed, scared but full of so much desire too. You tilt your head up and he leans forward, your lips touching.
Itâs so soft, featherlight pressure but it surges through your body all the same. You reach between the two of you to grasp his t-shirt, anchoring yourself to him. Even though you want more, your body trembling with need, you wait. K groans and that new sound from him makes your skin tingle. You whisper his name against his lips and then heâs really kissing you. There isnât an inch of space between your bodies, your chest pressing against his. The kiss is intense and you lean back, letting him take control and pry your lips apart. He sucks your tongue and his hand slides down to cup your ass.
You moan and that seems to spur him on. He shifts you effortlessly onto your back, the weight of him pressing you into the bed. An unfamiliar ache blooms between your thighs and your legs fall open to welcome him closer. Your hips lift of their own accord, seeking out something youâre not even fully aware you want. All you can think is you never want K to stop, the feelings his hands and mouth pull from you are exquisiteâŚ
When K draws away you chase his mouth. He brushes the hair back from your face and stares down at you in wonder. âYouâre the first person Iâve wanted to do this with,â he tells you and oh, thereâs so much in that he doesnât say and your heart breaks for him. You rub his bicep and you blink up at him, your gaze unfocused.Â
âI want you too,â you confess. âBut⌠Iâve never-â you start, the words dying in your throat. Youâre embarrassed but he cups your jaw and watches you with a soft expression. Just like always, he seems to read what you donât say.Â
âThatâs okay,â he promises you. âI know how to make you feel good. Do you want me to?â
Youâre about to cross a line with him, one you know you canât come back from. This isnât just seeking pleasure and comfort, itâs something deeper. A commitment. âYes,â you admit, lifting your head to kiss him again. He moans and squeezes your sides before crawling down your body. He pushes your loose sleep shirt up to reveal your stomach, trailing his lips over the soft skin he finds there before continuing further south.Â
"I think about you all the time," he admits, kissing your thigh. "When I'm at work. When I'm at home. Even in my dreams," he continues, looking up at you through his golden lashes.
âI think about you too,â you confess, brushing your fingers over his head.Â
You expect some fear or maybe anxiety but all you feel is safe and comforted when he encourages you to lift your hips and pulls down your underwear and pants. Your shirt and sleep bra comes next until youâre laid bare before him. He stares at you, brows raise with a look of awe on his face. He cups your breasts and then smoothes his hands down your flank. He pulls his own shirt off and your mouth goes dry at the sight of his toned body. His skin is littered with scars and bruises but heâs beautiful. You reach out for him, running your fingers along the line of his shoulder, feeling him shiver.
K dips his head, the touch of his mouth to your most intimate part beyond what you ever could have imagined. He draws pleasure from you as easily as you draw breath. You sigh and gasp, tugging on the short strands of his hair as he learns your body. You feel almost dizzy when the dam breaks and joy washes under your skin. He doesnât stop until he has wrung every last drop and you fall back against the bed, breathless. He crawls up to kiss you, mouth warm and sure, anchoring you to him and this moment.Â
Itâs easy to open yourself up to him, to let him pour himself into you over and over again. Pain comes and fades out, each kiss and whispered promise makes your body soft and pliant for him. You draw him close, his jaw warm and firm as you map his face with your hands. Dawn breaks over the city, flooding the room with golden hues and K looks like an angel above you, haloed by light.Â
You stare into his blue eyes as you climb higher and higher together. You donât need words here, just him and the way he moves above you and inside you. He almost looks anguished as he strains and pants, pressing his forehead to yours. You hold tightly to him, eyes sliding closed as something beautiful unfurls inside and everything goes quiet.Â
You come back to yourself slowly, encouraged by the soft drag of Kâs hands along your sides. He stares down at you, the open concern on his face a surprise. âIâm okay,â you promise him, feeling his body relax at your words.
He draws away only to lay down beside you and rest his head on your naked chest. Just like last night, he rubs his cheek against your skin and you curl an arm around his shoulder, feeling a tremor pass through your body. Physically you feel calm and relaxed but your mind buzzes with a hundred different emotions and feelings.Â
âYou donât have to say anything,â you begin, gathering the courage to say what you want. "But, I love you.â The words have lived inside you for a while and you know this is the time to speak them. It could be your only chance and you need him to know what he means to you. âYou donât have to say anything back⌠just know that I do.â
K shifts against you but he doesnât speak. You squeeze your eyes closed and draw in a breath as your fingers continue to stroke his bare back. When you turn your head to look out the apartment window you see the dust particles caught up in the streams of morning light. You watch them float and fall, realizing K may never feel the same for you. Deep down, as much as it hurts, you think you can live with that. As long he knows heâs more than just a blade runner -or a thing- to you. Heâs as human as any other man you know.Â
You close your eyes and soak up his warmth and closeness. Even though you woke not long ago you're tired all over again, on the edge of sleep. Youâre barely aware of the outside world, concentrating only on the feeling of K's fingers brushing over your hips.
"I love you too,â he whispers.
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Summary: Stepping in to help K is instinct, but what comes after is a choice, one thatâs easy to make.
Pairing: Officer K x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.9K
Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Violence, reference to mistreatment and abuse, angst, and touch starved Officer K. Part 2 will include smut.
A/N: Thank you @Maddiecaffeinated for your plot help and for N, @butaneandthebeast and @elusivewildflower for looking this over.
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Itâs raining.
Again.
The cold, damp air seeps through your jacket and you sigh. Youâre tired of the trash in the streets and the press of too many bodies. You long for something different, a ticket off-world or an apartment somewhere north of the urban sprawl and constant gray. You might dislike some of the rich families you work for but you appreciated the clean air and sheer amount of space their money afforded. The kitchens you spent your days in were open and modern, filled with the kind of fresh food you could only dream of buying for yourself.
Some of the families were kind, allowing you to take home leftovers, the produce they deemed too wilted and meat that had lost its vibrancy. Today your bag is full, weighed down with bread thatâs gone a little stale and a variety of fresh vegetables. Youâre caught up in planning the stew youâll make tonight with your prized possessions when a commotion on the stairs stops you.
Itâs your neighbor, the LAPD officer, and the old polish woman who's always screaming at everyone. You look up in time to catch her striking him hard across the face with her cane, screaming about how no one wants him in the building. His head is tilted to the side, gaze downcast. Blood flows freely from a cut on his brow. Dirt and dried streaks of red are caked to the side of his face; thereâs a deep scratch on his neck and more blood. He looks awful.
âMrs. Novak!â Your voice is sharper than you intend, drawing more than just her eye, but your tone has the desired effect. Her raised arm stills, surprise written all over her wrinkled face. âPlease,â you say softer, stumbling up the few steps it takes to draw even with your neighbor. He doesnât acknowledge you, staring intently at some spot on the floor.
âGirl,â she spits at you, lip curled back over rotten teeth.
âI have some bread, would you like that?â You offer her, reaching into your bag. Even though you were looking forward to it all day you know itâs your best bet to distract her from the man beside you. It wasnât uncommon to hear whispered disdain for him or the ever-present slurs hurled at him. Someone had taken the time to deface his door weeks ago but youâve never seen anyone get physical with him before.
âHere, take it,â you encourage, relaxing once she lowers her cane and greedily reaches for the bread, the focus of her earlier rage all but forgotten.
âIs it real?â She asks, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply.
With her distracted, you touch the manâs arm. He lifts his head and his cool blue eyes meet yours, though his face stays blank. He blinks once and you remove your hand. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine,â he says.
âWe should go while she is distracted,â you suggest, waiting for him to move before you follow him up the steps.
His gait is slow but steady, weariness etched into the lines of his shoulders. When you get to your floor he stops, allowing you to precede him. He keeps a respectable distance from you though youâre aware of him and the weight of his gaze. Itâs not until youâre unlocking your door that he speaks, voice low enough itâs almost lost to the clamor of people in the hallway.
âThank you.â
He disappears into his apartment before you can respond.
You spend the next hour preparing dinner and washing the day away. As much as you try to forget the incident your mind keeps wandering back to your neighbor and the scene on the steps. You stir the soup and breathe in the warm, soothing aroma. Thereâs enough for at least two servings, three if you stretch it. Plenty to share.
Before you can reconsider, you ladle out a generous portion into an old container and slip your shoes back on. The hallway is less crowded than when you got home but there are still more eyes on you than you care for. You knock on his door and wait, shifting from foot to foot. It opens just a crack. Your neighbor's handsome face greets you, clean of blood and dirt though there's a shallow cut on his forehead. If he is surprised he doesnât show it, staring at you blankly.
âI had some extra soup leftover,â you start, gesturing with your free hand. âItâs got fresh, honest to god vegetables and some tofu. I thought maybe you'd like some. It's pretty good⌠not to sound conceited. Iâm, um, a chefâŚâ you trail off.
âDon't you know what I am?â He asks.
âYouâre my neighbor,â you reply.
You know thatâs not what he means. Everyone in the building knows exactly what he is and who he works for but that's never mattered to you. Replicants are no less deserving of kindness and respect. Youâd been on the receiving end of that type of disdain by the nature of your job and you never wanted anyone to feel that way.
âIf you donât want it, thatâs fine. I just⌠wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You take a step back at the same time he opens the door wider, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his gray sweatpants and bare, muscled arms. Heâs attractive but then again all the replicants they made these days were, even the ones not designed for pleasure. You give him the bowl, his fingertips brushing over the back of your hand. An unexpected jolt of electricity passes under your skin and your hand tingles. He lifts the lid to smell the rising steam, eyes closing briefly.
âThank you.â
You nod, feeling a little awkward. You take a step back and bump into a young woman hurrying down the hall. She looks between the two of you, nose wrinkling when she sees who youâre talking to.
âYouâre welcomeâŚâ You trail off, realizing you donât know his name.
âYou can call me K.â
You give him your name and he repeats it back quietly. With an awkward wave, you return to your apartment across the hall and pause at the door to glance over your shoulder at him. He hasnât moved, watching you still with an expression you canât identify. You smile and disappear inside.
Two days pass before you see K again. Thereâs a sharp knock at your door shortly after 7 pm and you crack it open, surprised to see itâs him. He looks like he just came from work, wearing the same jacket you saw him in previously. His hair and clothes are damp from the rain.
âI wanted to return this,â he tells you, offering the container you gave him the soup in.
When you take it, itâs heavier than it should be, and something rattles inside. You open the lid, surprised to see a Lily-of-the-valley lucite flower resting at the bottom. Itâs beautiful and each bell-shaped white bud is intricately crafted, hanging down from a single bright green stem. When you look back at K he averts his gaze.
âI didnât know what youâd like.â
âItâs beautiful,â you promise him, holding it up to admire it. Youâre not sure what to say and you think he doesnât either. The silence between you is heavy. Somewhere down the hall, a baby cries and a man yells. Kâs eyes dart sharply to the side, searching and watchful. You take the opportunity to consider him, taking in the shadowy stubble over his jaw and the various healing bruises and marks on his face and neck. Once again youâre overcome by an odd impulse to soothe something in him that you donât quite understand.
âWould you like to join me for dinner? It won't be like the last time,â youâre quick to warn him as he returns to face you. There was nothing fresh to cook with tonight, only the synthetic meat and noodles you normally had.
K blinks and stares at you for long enough that youâre sure he will decline. âOkay,â he finally agrees, glancing down the hall again before following you inside.
âTake a seat wherever,â you offer, heading into the kitchen.
Itâs strange to have someone in your space, moreso since you canât recall a time when it wasnât just you. You can see him taking in your cluttered apartment and all the things you collected over the years in an attempt to make it homey. Rich people often threw out perfectly good items, although some were kind enough to offer it to you instead, so you had a number of nice things you couldnât otherwise afford, including a rack full of spices that would have cost you a month's salary.
A quick check on the pot tells the broth is nearly ready, just needing a pinch more salt. You drop in the noodles and shredded synthetic protein. You step back and bump into K, his hands coming up to brace against your hips. Heâs quick to pull them away with a murmured apology and when you turn around he averts his gaze like a beaten dog.
You reach and touch his shoulder instinctively, wanting to ease the pain you see. âItâs okay,â you assure him.
K stares at your hand on his coat, brows knitted together. It strikes you suddenly that people probably donât touch him with any kindness. Wordlessly, he steps back and disappears into the main room. You gather two bowls and fill them with the fragrant soup. K stands when you approach the table, but you wave off his help and set everything down. He still only sits when you do. Dinner is quiet and a little awkward. You catch him staring at you between bites and the conversation you share consists mostly of your need to fill the silence.
âSorry, Iâm talking a lot,â you apologize, setting down your spoon.
He shakes his head. âNo. Itâs⌠nice,â he admits softly.
For a second you think he might say something more but then he stares down at his bowl, silent again. After dinner he helps you clean up, working beside you in the small kitchen in a way thatâs surprisingly comfortable. Once everything is dried and put away you walk him to the door. You pause there, considering a thought youâve had most of the evening.
âMaybe,â you start hesitantly, âyou could come over for dinner again sometime.â
A part of you knows itâs not smart to spend time with K. Youâve kept your head down these last five years, working hard and saving the money you need to create a better life. Another part of you doesnât care, tired of always being alone and drawn to him in a way you canât explain.
Heâs staring at you again, unblinking and intense. âOkay.â He says the single word without any emotion. You rub your hands together nervously. He notices the action, head tilted to the side.
âOnly if you want to though,â you add.
âI do.â
You nod and he squeezes past you into the hall. At his door he looks over his shoulder. He watches you for a long moment and you stare back, waiting. He smiles, the expression transforming his face and your heart catches at how different he looks. Handsome and unburdened. It only lasts a few moments but you return it with a soft one of your own.
ryland falls hard but is scared of being left behind. but there are consequences to avoiding what is right in front of you.
âś.đˇ 2.5k â cw: no use of 'y/n'. angst. avoidant!ryland. sunshine coded!reader. ryland lowkey self-sabotages. canon-compliant to the movie. sorry no happy ending for these two. title pulled from and based on nauseous by conan gray. kinda edited and proofread; all mistakes are my own
a/n: guys im kissing the brick ok? oh and this is my first time writing ryland so apologies if he might be a little ooc since i've only watched the movie as well!
ryland grace masterlist
YOUR LAUGH FIRST CAUGHT RYLAND'S ATTENTION.
He first heard it when he was brought into that makeshift lab filled with argon and stuffed into that suit to figure out what the Petrova sample was.
Ryland looked around the lab for a second. "Am I expendable? Is that what you want me?"
Stratt leaned into the mic. "That's not the only reason."
"It's almost like, you don't care if I die." Ryland let out a nervous laugh as he stared at the observation room.
Stratt turns back and talks to the other military and science personnel in the room with her. The chattering was inaudible to Ryland, and the smile on his face dropped. "Hold on, you have to talk about it?"
After talking to the rest of the delegates for a minute, Stratt finally turns around and speaks into the mic, "The consensus here is that it would be preferable if you did not die."
"Thanks, guys." Ryland quipped, albeit in a dry tone.
Then, he heard it. Before Stratt clicked off the mic, a small but bright laugh made its way through the receiver and into Ryland's ears. A sort of warmth sparked in his chest, overriding for a moment the anxiety and pressure he was under at that moment. He glanced over at the observation room, and his eyes honed in on youâthe only person who had mirth dancing around in your eyes.
Ryland didn't know whether or not you were laughing at him or the situation, but he shook off the blush he knew was on his face and got to work on the sample. But the sight of the half-smile was burned into his brain (for whatever reason).
After Ryland discovered life from the Petrova line, his world became a whirlwind of science, breeding astrophage, and impromptu fighter jet flights, and as soon as he officially met you on that aircraft and shook your hand, feeling your slightly chilled skin from the wind against his own warm (but slightly sweaty) hand. You sent him a smile that sent a jolt down his spine and seemed to ground him despite the rocky waters he was in. He knew it was over for him.
The kindness you showed him didn't escape his mind when he felt so alone on the ship (barring the weird kind of kinship he and Stratt had).
"Morning, Dr. Grace!" You chirped with a smile as you passed by his lab.
Ryland would look up from his station to wave at you, "Morning." His voice cracked slightly, an awkward smile on his face, before it turned into a slight grimace as you left his eye line.
"They say 'Morning' to me everyday, why does my voice crack every time?" Ryland muttered to himself before busying himself and pushing the interaction to the back of his mind.
Ryland was quick to notice that even in the race to save the sun, you were like your own. Everyone seemed to gravitate towards you; it was as if you had your own orbit that naturally pulled everyone in and kept them there. And he was no exceptionâRyland wanted to feel the warmth of your smile shine against his skin.
When Stratt had meetings with all the other officials on the boat, he ended up with you each time. Ryland had to pretend that his stomach wasn't in knots when he could feel your gaze burn into him when he would give updates on his findings or when your hands would accidentally brush where they would rest on the table (were the two of you sitting that close to each other? Ryland never noticed). He thought that being around you should have sent his stomach fluttering, but it felt more akin to a rock settling heavily in his gut.
In the rare times that Ryland had to himself, he couldn't help but find himself in your company. There was a rare type of warmth you had that the others on the ship lacked. Genuine hope radiated from you that had yet to fade in the midst of looming doom that came from the sun potentially dying and the utter chaos that might occur if that happens.
Most of the time, he would find you sitting on the platform at one of the highest points of the ship, staring at the ocean. Ryland would observe from a distance, letting him selfishly drink in the sight of the setting sun painting your skin in an orange hue and the contented smile on your lips.
"I know you're there, Ryland. Come sit." You patted the space next to you. Your tone was gentle, and the gentle breeze brushing your cheeks carried your voice and filtered through Ryland's ears.
Ryland ignored the burst of warmth that spread through his body when his shoulder brushed against yours as he sat down. Neither of you said anything, letting the silence speak for itself as the two of you looked at the remnants of the glittering water as the sun set.
Then, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Ryland glanced over at you; your eyes were shut, but he knew you were still awake as you fiddled with the charm on your bracelet. It felt like his shoulder was burning from the contact, but he resisted the urge to pull away. Ryland also closed his eyes and breathed in the salty ocean air.
God, he was falling quickly and falling hard. Ryland never felt this type of want before in his life. The utter want to love someone so fiercely, so deeply. And that scared him. It was terrifying how fast you managed to enrapture him, pulling him into your orbit, and it felt like he couldn't help but circle you.
Ryland stood up slowly, your head slipping off his shoulder. You looked at him with confusion in your eyes.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I just remembered I have a report to give to Stratt." Ryland gave a flimsy excuse and ran away as if he had a tail tucked in between his legs.
Ryland escaped to his room (you could barely call it a room, given how small it was) and rested his forehead against the cool metal of his door, his heart pounding against his chest. "What am I going to do?" He murmured to himself in the quiet of the room.
Your knuckles tapped on the metal table gently, jolting Ryland out of his dazed state. His hand slipped from his face and almost sent him into the table, but he managed to catch himself, albeit a bit awkwardly.
Ryland wanted to sink into the ground at nearly embarrassing himself in front of you, but the feeling faded at the sight of your kind smile.
"Having a late night?" You asked him with a knowing look on your face. It wasn't the first time you've seen Ryland in his lab this late when everyone else had clocked out at an appropriate time.
Ryland sighed, leaning back in his chair, nodding at you. "Trying not to." He gave you a tired smile.
He noticed that your eyes were studying him, and he tried not to visibly squirm under your gaze, before your gaze stayed on his face.
"Is something on my face?" He started to grow a little self-conscious at the sight of the growing smile on your lips.
"It's justâcan I?" You gestured to his glasses that were askew on his face.
Ryland felt the warmth bloom on his cheeks and the knot that twisted in his stomach as he nodded gently. He held his breath as you fixed his glasses on his face, adjusting them so they sat right on the bridge of his nose.
"You know," You started to say as you pulled away from his face. "It wouldn't kill you to take a break from this once in a while." You gestured to the lab and the report he was working on.
"Ah, well. As they say, there's no rest for the wicked. Then you add the pressure of trying to save the sun, and suddenly it feels like I can't take a break." Ryland admits, running a hand through his already mussed-up hair.
You nodded. "You can't help save the sun if you're burnt out." You shot him a pointed look.
Ryland couldn't help but let out a tired laugh at your unintentional pun, making your eyes alight with joy at the sound of his laugh. You leaned your hip on the edge of the table and watched him with a soft smile, tugging on your lips.
"You know, it's been a while since I've seen you around." You said gently after his laughter subsided.
He swallowed thickly, his eyes not meeting yours. "I know." And that he knows very well.
Ryland made the decision (albeit a juvenile one) after the sobering realization that he was falling for you to avoid you at all costs. He tried not to make it obvious, but after you saw him change direction to avoid running into you, it was pretty clear what he was doing.
"Take a break, Ry." Your voice was soft as you looked down at him. "Come down to the bar and relax."
Ryland stared at you for a moment, his gaze taking in your tired yet gentle smile. He sighed before rising to his feet. "Lead the way." He sent you a crooked smile, adjusting his glasses, making your smile widen, ignoring the way his stomach twisted with nerves.
Once the two of you got to the bar, you immediately got swept away by Ilyukhina, which made you turn around and mouth 'sorry' to Ryland. He waved you off and gestured to the bar, sending you a thumbs-up. Ryland quickly ordered a beer as he slumped into an open barstool. He let the singing and chattering of his colleagues fill his ears as he sipped on his beer. Ryland was hoping the alcohol would settle the nauseous feeling in his stomach (it didn't).
But Ryland was content to people-watch from his place at the bar. But his gaze would never stray far from your figure, a small smile dancing on his lips as he watched you drink and dance with Ilyukhina. He didn't know or realize how long he was looking at you until you caught his gaze and started to approach him.
"Wanna dance?" You asked with a breathless smile, holding your hand out to him.
Ryland stared at your hand. He noticed the sun charm on your bracelet; it glinted in the bar's yellow lighting.
It's not like he didn't want to dance with you. But he was anticipating the outcome if he did. Ryland wasn't sure if he was ready for what you were really asking him. He was scared, to put it lightly. He didn't know what would happen if he did take your hand, what the outcome would be, or whether it would end up like it usually does with him alone. So he did the thing he was best at.
Ryland cleared his throat. "I'm not much of a dancer."
"I'm not either." You were still smiling at him, even though he noticed that it was as bright as before. You grabbed his hand and coaxed him from the barstool.
Ryland went willingly, wanting to feel the warmth of your palm against his. He wanted to savor the feeling of how right it felt to have his hand in yoursâthey fit together seamlessly. Then you squeezed his hand, sending him back to the present.
Ryland ripped his hand from yours, stuttering as he spoke. "I-I'm sorry. I c-can't. I just can't." He brushed past you and made a beeline for the exit. He made the mistake of glancing back at you. Ryland's chest burned at the sight of the hurt expression on your face.
He swallowed thickly and shook his head as he left and made his way back to his room. It was for the better. He thought to himself.
Rapid footsteps approaching him broke him out of his self-loathing. He turned around to see you practically running toward him.
"You can't do that." You said, breathlessly. "You can't just run away."
"I'm sorry." Ryland's voice was brittle as he basically shrank in on himself.
You shook your head at him. "I don't know what I did. I tried giving you space once I saw you were avoiding me."
"I wasn'tâ" Ryland's attempt to deny your (correct) accusation died in his throat once he saw the stare you were throwing him. "You didn't do anything." He reassured softly.
"It kinda feels like I did." You wrapped your arms around yourself, looking smaller than you ever had in front of him.
You didn't do anything but be yourself, and I'm a coward. Ryland thought to himself as he shook his head. "You didn't, I'm justâŚ" He trailed off.
"Just what, Ry?" You asked softly.
I'm so scared of what will happen if I let myself think that being with you won't end up in a disaster, and that I'll be left behind in the wreckage. Ryland's jaw clenched as he looked away from you. "I'm sorry. I can't do this." He muttered before turning and walking away from you, not wanting to see the broken look in your eyes or expression.
Ryland threw himself into his work after that night, and you became a sort of specter in his life. He noticed that his life was a lot dimmer now that you weren't in it. But he knew in some twisted way it was for the better.
Then, the explosion happened, and he was given only three hours to decide whether or not he wanted to go on a suicide mission. For a moment during that time, he considered going to you for help, but before he could, his time was up. But Ryland didn't know that his fate had already been decided, even if he declined.
Ryland ran, but it was fruitless. As he was being pinned down, he swore he could hear you yelling for him. He yelled out your name as he was pleading with Carl before he felt the world go quiet against his will.
Ryland didn't know who he was, not exactly. He knew he was smart, he knew that the sun he was seeing wasn't his own, and that he was alone on this ship heading for Tau Ceti E, for reasons he had yet to figure out.
He rummaged through the duffel bag he presumed was his and found two Polaroids of himself and someone he didn't yet recognize. But he found them beautifulâthe photo was a candid of them smiling, with the sunset as the backdrop, painting them in a golden hue that emphasized their glowing grins. Taped to the back of the photo was a black leather-corded bracelet with a sun charm.
Ryland instinctively put it on and rubbed at the charm with his thumb, staring at it hard. He doesn't know why, but there's an ache in his chest as he looks at the sun charm and the photo of the person. But by the time he does, Ryland is already 11.9 light-years away from the one person that he knew he shouldn't have been so nauseous around.
â tags: Knight Colt & Princess!Reader, Forbidden Love, Runaway Love, Fluff, Romance, All that Jazz, Cliche Fairy Tale Romance, HEHEHE, Corny Fluff don't @ me
â infos: oneshot, 3.1k
â a/n: this is for @goosegroupiechallenges also thank you to the bestie @ken-dom for encouraging me with her kind words! & @littlerobinette for reading this over. now on to discussing our Stephen plans... <3
đ summary: Youâve loved Colt all your life, but the royal blood in your veins forbids it. Can you change your fate?
A sigh leaves you as for the first time all day, you truly allow yourself to relax in the privacy of your bedchambers. The soft mattress and heavy quilt are a wonderful oasis from the daily stressors and pressure. And as the tedious day is over, you've traded your stiff corset and dress in favor of a white linen shift too.Â
You love the chance to just be yourself like thisâno royal crown weighing heavy on your head.Â
Especially lately since the palace has been buzzing with preparations for your younger brotherâs wedding. He is marrying a princess from another kingdom and everyone is absolutely overjoyed over the news.Â
There will be a lavish wedding and days long celebration in the royal city. There's high expectations as his sibling that you must perform alongside your family.Â
Not to mention, all the attention it has now put on you to finally consider the growing line of suitors eager for your hand. A subject that your father brings up frequently and vividly.
Preferably, you would avoid that subject forever or simply choose the man you want to be King alongside you, but such is not the proper tradition. The law says the princess does not get a say. And the law is bullshit. So, for now, you just let your mind quiet and not worry over what you cannot change.Â
Thank the gods you can finally get some shut eye at least. However, before you can begin to drift off⌠A sudden tap tap tap against the glass window causes you to freeze.
Your gaze snaps over to the wall at the rough, yet familiar knock. Normally, you would immediately go and grab a guard, but youâve an inkling it's a certain someone.Â
A smile graces your lips at the thought of him and you pull yourself up from the bed. You walk over to the large oval window that gives you a view of the vast beautiful kingdom. From this view, you can see the verdant rolling hills to the numerous buildings and homes that signify the thriving area.
The land your father constantly reminds you will someday be yours to rule. Despite your own wishes being far from that.
Quiet as can be, you unlatch the rusted silver lock that keeps it closed and push it. You lean over and peek out into the night to see a most familiar sight. The handsome face of your personal knight, Colt or Sir Seavers as he is known to society, stares up at you.Â
Colt is hanging below the windowsill, having used the strong vines to scale the cobblestone palace wall. The knight is known for his impressive physical prowess and can pretty much climb anything.
Still, how he manages to get up to your fourth story room tucked away in the huge castle, you shall never know.Â
âHello there, princess. Lovely night isn't it?" Colt asks, offering you a cheeky grin. The man appears light and carefree as if he has all the time in the world.
âColt! Are you really doing this once again?â You hiss. "I thought we agreed you would stop sneaking in this way."
âCouldn't manage any other tonight and I wanted to see you. Besides, I love the challenge-though I must admit these vines are not the most stable." He lets out an uneasy laugh and shifts his weight. "...Might I have permission to come up?âÂ
As if there is any world you would not allow him, but Colt's sensibilities require him to ask anyways. Giving a hurried nod, you back away from the window to give him space.Â
It is not proper at all for your knight to be in your private quarters like this, but it's hardly the first time Colt has secretly visited you. And if you have your way, it will be far from the last.
It is the only alone time the two of you get.Â
Nimble as ever, Colt manages to hoist himself up and get his wide frame through your window safely. His worn riding boots touch the stone flooring with a small thump as he lands before standing straight at his full towering height. Colt absentmindedly brushes off his beige tunic and adjusts the black leather belt that sits at his brown trousers.
He is the tallest and broader knight in the squad. Which has helped him reach the high status of captain of the guard. The only one who would even imagine climbing the castle.
A sigh of relief leaves you. You'll never get used to watching him do dangerous stunts like this. Even if it is his sworn duty to protect you and stop whatever harm comes your way.Â
Satisfied with himself now, Colt addresses you warmly with a bright smile.
âSorry to intrude, my lady. I know you must be tired after all the chaos of the day. My men and I have been running practice drills in preparation for all the extra company soon to arrive andââ
Before Colt can get another word out, you are throwing yourself into his hearty embrace. He catches you immediately, his arms coming to wrap around your form naturally like as if he was expecting you. A chuckle leaves him as he holds you tight against his firm chest.Â
You nuzzle into him, feeling safe and loved as your fingers grip his shirt to pull him even closer.
âWhat a greeting, dare I say you missed me?âÂ
âI did,â you admit without hesitation. "it's been much too frantic lately. I can barely remember the last time you came to see me. It's been far too long and I'm not pleased.âÂ
âI've seen you multiple times today.â Colt murmurs, as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and runs a hand down your back.Â
âThat hardly counts when we're forced to pretend we're not lovers. I must address you all stiff and proper.â You say with a pout.
âYes, but regardless I treasure any minute I get to be in your presence.â
His sincere words cause butterflies to bloom in your stomach and your cheeks to warm. âYou do?â
âOf course. You, my dear princess, are a singular beauty and hold my undying affection.â
âOh Colt⌠You have mine as well, you are the only man who ever has and will forever.â
âI hope that will always be true.â He says softly, his blue eyes smoldering.
The two of you have confessed your feelings to each other many times over, but you never tire of hearing his heart.
With that, Colt slowly steps backward with you until the two of you are falling into your bed, laughing and smiling. He pulls you on top of him and you make yourself cozy lying across his strong body.Â
Colt settles in nicely, his dirty-blonde hair locks fall against your plush pillows. His arms stay firmly wrapped around you.
There is genuinely no other time you feel so at peace than when you are with the man you adore so much, and are able to be as affectionate as you like. No hiding your love due to society's rules.Â
You lazily draw circles on his chest and hum.
"Colt... will you stay the night?"Â
You know you shouldn't ask, but you've just missed him so lately.Â
He stiffens for a moment and sighs.
"I can't stay more than an hour or so to avoid any suspicions, my darling. You know that."Â
You nod once. Of course, you understand and just wish that wasn't so.
Gazing up at him, you allow yourself to bask in the beauty of his features for a moment.
Colt is as ruggedly handsome as ever with his strong jawline and dark brown beard. His dirty-blonde bangs fall across his forehead, stopping just above those cobalt eyes of his. He wears his hair a bit longer these days, but he'll probably cut it soon knowing him.Â
You once mentioned you like it short and he's never seemed to have forgotten that. Though honestly the man could wear his hair however and still take your breath away.
âI missed you.â You whisper simply, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek
âI missed you too, sweetheart.â
Lips brushing against his, the two of you share a chaste kiss. Colt always tastes of vanilla and sandalwood, so addicting and so utterly him. Your lips meet once more and then again until you're both breathless and smiling like two lovesick fools.
Just a few kisses and your cheeks are already warm. You can't help but remember the last time Colt was here. The two of you have never gone very far, but he did remove his tunic to reveal his toned chest. A sight that left you blushing for days.
Yet, before you can possibly suggest a repeat of that night, Colt averts his eyes from your briefly and his face falls.
âI heard through the castle grapevine that your father is having some of your suitors attend the wedding.â
Ah⌠Trust the castle gossipers to spread that bit of information like wildfire.
âUnfortunately, that is true. It is against my fervent wishes.â You try to assure him, guilt swirling in your stomach.
Colt appears grim. âI see. I foolishly hoped it was false.âÂ
âIf only, but we knew this would happen eventually.â
âWe did. It doesn't make it any easier to know men are coming to vie for your hand.â
âI know. I apologize profusely, my love.â
There's a beat of silence as the situation hits you both. It hurts, but you don't regret one moment of your affair with Colt.Â
But then Colt cuts through the quiet with a question that strikes your heart like lightning.
âPrincess, is our love doomed? Are we simply fools delaying fateâs hand?â
You let out a defeated sigh. âPerhaps. I suppose we've always known my royal blood would intervene eventually.â
It's a topic the two of you typically avoid because in your mind it's a dead end. Akin to attempting to stop the tide from coming into shoreâinevitable. It pains you deeply, but your father has made it clear that you shall do his bidding and marry another royal.Â
âI'm a knight and you've the expectations of the land on your shoulders. We're from two different worlds and this kingdom will never allow us to cross that divide.â Colt says solemnly.
âI know.â You answer, heart breaking with every word. âDespite all of that, I've been in love with you since we were mere brats that played through the castle.â
âAs have I. There you were, the future queen chasing after me and my twin brother like any other commoner."
You grinned at the childhood memories. You, Colt, and Rylandâwho is now a wonderful mage in another kingdom-made quite the trio.
âWe have a boundless love and Iâll never feel the way I do about you for some stranger. I donât care what riches and status he may have.â
âAre you certain?â Colt asks, searching your expression for any doubt.
âOf course. I would marry you if only I could."
Youâve thought about this long and hard. You love Colt and while you do care about the kingdom, you arenât like your younger siblings. The allure of the throne holds no merit for you in the face of your one true love.Â
Whatever Colt sees in your face must be enough because he nods and shifts to rise. Wordlessly, you move off him and watch as he stands from the bed. He begins to pace the room, one hand running through his dirty-blonde locks as he mumbles to himself.Â
It is unlike him as the knight is typically at ease and calm.
âColt, what are you thinking?â You ask, eyebrows furrowing.
It takes a minute, but he finally stops pacing and turns to look at you resolutely. The expression he wears is deeply serious, the same as before going into battle.
âPrincess, I have a proposal, but I warn you we would technically be breaking the law and severely hurting the kingdom.â
You blink in shock.
âWhat ever are you on about? You are no criminal, you are the shining example of our kingdom. The youngest to ever be promoted to knighthood by my father because of the devotion shown to our land.â
âYes and all of that matters dearly to me, but it is also part of the reason we can never be together.â
âWell, yes.â You admit.Â
âSo, my plan is⌠What if we run away?â
Your eyes widen and before you can respond, Colt hurries to continue.
âPlease, let me finish just⌠Imagine it. You and I could leave in the dead of night and tell nobody in the castle of our plan. It's the perfect timing since the city will soon be overloaded with guests. We settle elsewhere and some place in the world where our titles hold no relevance."
You're so shocked all you can do is mumble out. âH-How in the heavens would we?â
Colt comes back to you now and slowly lowers himself to kneel in front of you. He takes both of your hands in his and looks up at you imploringly.
âIâve been writing to my brother as I often do. I told him of our plight and he assured me that his Queen would welcome us with open arms. We would assume other names and be free to do as we like."
Colt's plan sounds simple and he seems to have thought it out. You're not surprised to hear he involved his brother and that does make you feel better. Yet doubts immediately flood your mind.
âBut my father would be furious and my mother would worry so much. They're counting on me to rule over the kingdom one day and I would just abandon all of those expectations? I-I can't.â
Colt closes his eyes once and lets out a deep breath. When he opens his eyes again he wears the same polite smile he always does when he's on watch. It's polite, guarded, and respectful.Â
He would never push you, never ask you to do something once you've said no clearly.
âI see, I understand, your highness.â He says, his hands releasing yours as he stands back up.
You watch as he walks away from you, his shoulders low as if he's had the wind knocked out of him. It pains you terribly.
âIâm sorry, Colt. Truly I am.â
He doesn't turn back towards you.
âDo not apologize, it was irresponsible of me to even suggest it. I just want you to be happy after all and I needed to present this path as an option."
âYou make me happy.â You insist.
âYes, but I can never stand by your side properly the way a husband could. Our love can only thrive in the secrecy of the dark and soon not even that because of your father's plans."
You stand then, the weight of his words landing as you realize what he means.Â
âAre you saying we should stop seeing each other like this?â
The idea of ending this even despite knowing how true his words ring leave you cold.
Colt visibly tenses at your question, but answers honestly.
âPrincess, I only mean that there are no other options and so perhaps⌠It is time we stop trying to fight against destiny. Yet, no matter what happens I always love you and devote myself to your cause."Â
He starts towards the window then and your heart stops at the sight. It's as if your entire romance is flashing through your mind.Â
Playing with Colt in your youth as best friends, noticing how handsome he was as teenagers, and finally confessing your feelings to him as a young adult. And every time since then that he's stood in your presence to protect you. Along with all the secret moments he's spent alone with you despite all the risk.Â
Could you really lose it all? What will you really do when it comes time to love another? Youâve already tried to talk to your father about your concerns and he stomped on your wishes.
âColt, wait!â Your body is moving before you can think and you're rushing forward to him. He turns to face you at the last second and once again catches you in his arms.
âPrincess, be careful or your night guard may come inââ Colt says worriedly, his gaze flashing to your bedroom door.
He moves his hands to your shoulders as you look up at him earnestly. All the words in your heart come out in a jumble and you simply can't stop them.
âIâm terrified because as much as I whine and complain about my life, it is all I have ever known. Royalty, being waited on hand and foot, having a protector at my side.â You pause to inhale, but keep going on quickly.
âIf I strip myself of my titles then who am I? I do not know and the thought of that scares me but⌠The idea of never having the chance to love you the way we deserve scares me even more.â
Coltâs eyebrows furrow and he swallows thickly.
âDoes that meanâŚ? I-I don't want to make you feel forced. We don't have to do this, we could ponder it further."
You shake your head. âNo, I want to go with you. Itâs scary, but you will be there every step of the way, right?â
âThat will never change. I will stay by your side the same way I have since we were children, since I became your knight. We'll figure it out together.â
âWhat if you donât like who I am without a crown? What if you find me tedious and dislike me?" You ask with a serious pout.
He lets out a low laugh as if your words catch him by genuine surprise.
âMy darling, I have loved you long before I even fully understood what royalty meant. And this will be a journey for both of us, figuring out who we are outside of princess and knight, but I could never dislike you."
âWell, I have always wanted to live freelyâjust as myself.â You admit shyly.
The thought of getting to walk around unencumbered, making friends, and being in charge of yourself makes you smile. Those are fantasies you've had forever.Â
âBut we must plan this properly. My father will not rest until he finds me and I must write my mother a note explaining myself.â
âOf course, we wonât leave until you're satisfied every measure has been thought of.â
You feel reassured by his words, but the gravity of the situation is not lost on you.Â
âWeâre really going to try to change fate?â
âNot try, princess. We will.â He promises, his blue eyes ablaze.
With that he captures your lips again in a passionate kiss and the two of you some time to let the world fade away. Soon, you will face difficulty choices and obstacles, but whatever happens will come as it may.
Tonight, you take comfort in knowing that you are wholly in love and determined to fight your knight no matter the cost.
Since our first challenge last summer was a success, we are back with a new challenge for the month of June! You will have from June 1st to July 1st to get all of your submissions in.
This is our next writing challenge for the Ryan Gosling fandom! But, if you're not a writer, don't fret! We also accept other artistic submissions; such as artwork, playlists, mood boards, however you contribute to fandom! As long as it fits with the theme and/or prompt, we'll accept it!
The prompts are there as a guide - they do not need to be incorporated exactly as they are written. That means you can turn them on their heads and use them as you like! All prompts can be used as gender-neutral.Â
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Each bingo space (aside from the free space) has three prompts to choose from. If you want to somehow combine the prompts, feel free to do so! The card is at the bottom of this post.
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Princess and the Frog
Sleeping Beauty
Cinderella Â
Red Riding HoodÂ
Rapunzel
The Little Mermaid
Beauty and the Beast
ShrekÂ
Tarzan
Damsel in distress
Animorphism: Characters frequently turn into animals, whether due to a superpower, or as the result of a curse.
The Prince and the Pauper
Dragon guarding a hoard/kidnapped royal
Troll under the bridge
Three wishes
Masquerade ball
Rumpelstiltskin: Real name holds power
Enchanted forest
Fairy godmother: Bonus - Fairy Godgosling
Be careful what you wish for
Jack and The Beanstalk
Magic only exists in the dream world, until (character) accidentally performs a spell while wide awake.Â
Hidden Identity
Found Family through a quest
The Princess saves the Prince instead
Minotaur
Goblin
Unicorn
Dragon
Fairies/Fae
Phoenix
Griffin
Werewolf
Vampire
Faun
Centaur
GorgonÂ
Gnomes
Leprechaun
Ogre
Cyclops
Hydra
Siren
Selkie
Mermaid/merman
Harpies
SphinxÂ
Kraken
Medusa / Naga
Pegasus
âYou seem familiar to me. Have we met before?â âYou donât remember?â
âThatâsâŚan interesting way to break the spell.â
âYou didnât tell me about the dragon!!â âYou didnât ask!!â
âThereâs absolutely no way youâre going into that forest alone.â âIâm not. Youâre coming with me.â âSay what now?â
âNever thought Iâd say this, but Iâm actually thankful for this curse. It led me to you.â
âYouâre supposed to read the whole book because the warnings come after the spells.â
âIâm no damsel, but Iâm definitely in distress.â
[*earth shakes*] âWas that an earthquake?â âThat, my dear, was a ________.â
âI didnât ask to fall in love, but I have. And I canât let you go. Not again.â
âI am Prince/Sir ______ of ______, and I come to fight for the honor of your hand.â
âTwins separated at birth?? What are the odds of that!â
âYouâre my curse and my cure.â
âLegends say only one day a year they can be together, and for the sake of the realm, they are cursed to spend the rest of their time apart.â âCan such a curse be broken?â âOnly by anyone who dares to put the realm at risk.â
âNo! The legend was a lie! A kiss makes the curse worse!â
âYou have until midday tomorrow, then everything reverts back to the way it was.â
âMarry me.â âI canât.â
âSorry, hero, but your prince/princess is in another castle. Oops.â
âIâm the worst dancer at this ball; I assure you.â âYou clearly havenât seen me dance.â
âHow did you get that scar?â
âIf you donât shut up right now I will jam that poisoned apple in your pie hole.â
âWhy is there a (creature) in my shed?â
âWhy is the (magical object) always hidden in some dark, dank, scary place? Why canât it be at a beach? I love the beach!â
âDo you want to see my golden sword?â âIs that a pick-up line?â
âIâm allergic to fairydust.â
âThe key lies in your heart.â âYou mean my anatomical heart or is that another riddle? Please tell me itâs a riddle.â
Ghost!Damien x GN!Reader, ft. Darkiplier, TW: kidnapping
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You approach the mayoral building with careful steps, on a call to help release a wandering spirit of one of the previous mayors. Itâs not all that different from helping strays find a home, you just help spirits move onto the afterlife proper. You keep your cleansing kit close to you, resting against your thigh as the bag strap crosses your chest. The steps are rather short, so you watch your feet to make sure you donât slip as you climb the stone steps.Â
The city hall welcomes you with a wash of warmth as you enter through the doors, far more pleasant than the chill outside. Your coat is taken by a member of staff, and hung up as they also take your umbrella. Itâs not your usual haunted venue, making you wonder what in particular brought this old mayor back. Apparently heâs been missing for a hundred years, yet the hauntings only started a few days ago.Â
âHeâs over in the west wing, he seems hesitant to leave it. We have tried to coax him into talking, or keeping him company, but he doesnât seem interested in us. He keeps muttering about something, but anytime any of us try to get close enough to listen, he dissipates.â
âOh, poor thing sounds lost. Iâll see what I can do. Oh, I didnât catch your name.â
âEntrik, but donât worry about me too much. Iâm sure he needs your help a lot more than you need to know anything about me.â
Weird, but alright. You step through the door to the west wing, and the air gets considerably colder. Part of you regrets taking off your coat, as it almost feels even colder than it did outside. But this should hopefully be a short job if all goes well, and youâll be able to warm up again in just a little bit. You pull out your flashlight, searching around for any ghost orbs or electrical disturbances. Something creeps in the dark at the end of the hall and you stop in your tracks, staring at it with your light moving frantically around.Â
âHello!? Is anyone there!?â
The only response you get is the rain against the panes of the windows, so you trek on. You cautiously open every door, searching inside for any sign of the ghost. Carefully toeing them open, not wanting to spook him more than youâve already been spooked by the environment. You come across the last office, cautiously turning the handle of the door and peeking in. Inside, you spot a ghostly blue figure pacing back and forth, translucent and muttering to himself. He spots your light, looking up at you in terror.
âHey! Hey itâs okay! Iâm not here to hurt you, just trying to help. They called me in to help you move on.â
âY- sh-n- -e -reâŚâ
He continues to try and back up, holding his hands up to create a barrier.
âWhat? Iâm sorry, I canât understand you.â
You step closer, and he only continues to back up, increasing in speed. Your steps are larger, taking great effort to close the distance. You manage to corner him in the back of the room, trying to take his hand.
âYou shouldnât be here.â
His ghostly blue turns black as you touch his hand, spreading across your body rapidly like a symbiote grabbing hold. You scream as youâre enveloped by the darkness, being pulled away as the two of you sink into the floor.Â
Entrik pulls the door closed, satisfied that his problem has been dealt with. It was good to reunite the two of you, perhaps this time heâll have more time with his games before another mirror incident.
*Claire doesn't exist. You were kidnapped. Its Six's job to rescue you, and keep you safe.
Six was driving, and you were in the passenger's seat. He had just saved you from a kidnapping. "You hurt or anything?" Court asked. He kept glancing at you worryingly. I shook my head. "There's a safe house about two hours from here." He said as he drove.
.......
Once we got to the safe house, Court was getting increasingly worried. You had just been through a traumatic ordeal, and you kept quiet. You felt numb.
"You okay?" He asked again. I nodded my head. I sat on the ugly yellow sofa. This house hasn't been updated since the 70's. There was brown paneling on the walls, and this creepy cuckoo clock, that was broken on the wall. "I'm just gonna run to the store really quick, get some essentials. I don't want you going outside or answering the door while I'm gone, okay?"
"Okay." I mumbled. Court left for about 30 minutes. The store was pretty close, and he didn't need to be out for too long anyway. I didn't leave the couch the entire time he was gone, in fact, it didn't really even feel like 30 minutes had gone by. It was like I was in a trance or something, I couldn't snap out of it.
You heard Courtland unlocking the door he came in with a couple of bags of groceries. "You haven't moved." He was surprised. After he put the groceries away, he came into the living room and placed a glass of water in front of you on the coffee table.
"Drink." He gestured to the glass as he sat in an armchair next to you. He had his own glass, drinking from it. I picked up the cup and sipped from it. "I'm worried about you." Court interjected. I flicked my eyes up from the cup.
"I'm fine." He was leaned back in his chair, and drummed his fingers on his knee. He studied you for a second, then got up to check the grounds.
......
Around 2 am you had a nightmare. Although it was more like a night terror. You woke up screaming, and Court had to snap you out of it.
Courtland burst into your room, you were sitting upright. He had his gun pointed down, but once he realized there was no real threat he placed his gun on the dresser across from the bed. He sat on the side of your bed and faced you, grabbing your arms.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N). Easy. Easy. You're safe. Look at me. It's okay." Court moved his hands down, holding your wrists. You had stopped screaming but your breathing was laboured, coming in fast gasps.
"Just breathe. Just breathe." Court could feel your fast pulse through his fingertips. He was worried that you were going to pass out. You unhooked your hands from his, and scooted away from him on the bed. You put your knees up to your chest and bury your face in your arms.
"You're gonna pass out... Take some deep breaths." It takes a couple minutes, but your breathing finally evened out. Court sat there the entire time. He didn't want you to be alone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." I said shakily.
"It's fine. Want some Skittles?" Court asked. I nodded. He walked to the kitchen, and came back with Skittles in a bowl. He set them on the bed, put his gun away, came back and sat next to you on the bed.
The both of us sat in silence, and ate Skittles until I finally got too tired.
