Miracles Abound

Katie, Writer and All-Around Fangirl - 34, White, she/her, cis-het. Due to the nature of the fics I write, this page should be considered 18+ only.

[miraclesabound]

Fanfic/Fandom Masterlists

Each Properties pages leads to a list of related fandoms. On each fandom page, listed stories will have their warnings noted.

Note - Reader Inserts are usually meant to be female/AFAB unless otherwise noted.

Note 2 - The list has been slightly reorganized as of 5/9/2025.

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[writingdose]

I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.

the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.

[writingdose]

things I won’t let ai take away from human writers

em dash

“not x, not y, but z”

short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice

none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.

no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.

speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.

[weskiepookie]

Say it louder

[aristocrating]

its 2026 i cannot handle any more fucking "author A obviously ripped off author B" discourse by people Who Have Only Seen the work of author B and admit themselves that they have no further knowledge of the literary landscape they are moving in. like.

[nudityandnerdery]

[itreallyatemyhand]

[watery-sun]

nona chastely kissing kiriona vs. alecto biting harrow as a kiss + "this is how meat loves meat" + "you should have eaten us...would have respected you for it" + nona wanting to die as nona + "i won't be me at all...i'll be the me that knows the thing...i'm someone else" / "john loved her...she was john's cavalier" / "you were screaming...i put my hands around your throat...we became one" + mercymorn's "i hated the sexy parties" + "marry, kill, reanimate" + john fashioning "what he thinks is a girl" into "a perfect partner"...kill me

[miraclesabound]

Show of hands, who hates John already!?

[liberalsarecool]

Cosign.

[miraclesabound]

What new villainy indeed??

[athanza]

From Veronica Tucker via Pinterest

[see-arcane]

@ibrithir-was-here

[where-is-the-angst]

and you get a little heart <3 and you get a little heart <3 and you get a little heart <3

[a-mysterious-ghost]

Reblog to give your mutuals a little heart <3

[pope-codys]

howl - titus danforth x reader

pairing: titus danforth x reader

song: howl by florence and the machine

warnings: 18+, mild smut, arranged marriage, unwilling reader, predator/prey situation, chasing through the woods, mentions of blood, hate sex

requested by: @lauraneedstochill

authors note: laura i HAVE to know what song you had in mind. btw i screamed when my shuffle gave me this song, so titus coded. this fic was requested from my birthday event! the fic is inspired by the song that was chosen

Your lungs burned and your legs ached and there was a pinching stitch in your side from the exertion of running. Your feet did their best to keep you upright as you stumbled over the uneven ground, rocks and unearthed tree roots trying hard to take you down. All you could see ahead of you were trees, a seemingly endless expanse of trees that swallowed you up as you moved further into the darkness. It felt like the tree branches were reaching out to stop you, the lace and fabric of your wedding dress catching constantly on the bark. Your veil had been ripped from your head at the start of your escape and the hem of your dress was definitely stained with dirt.

Growing up knowing your family made a deal with the devil meant your biggest fear about your wedding day was whether the groom would be hunted and you’d lose the man you loved. You never considered that your family would arrange your marriage with one of the scariest men from one of the other families. You’d originally protested but your family made it clear they’d drag you down the aisle by your hair if necessary.

You had no choice. Titus Danforth would be your husband.

You weren’t sure why you’d chosen this moment to make a break for it. The wedding ceremony was already over, there was no getting out of it now. You should have jumped out a window days ago or ran off right before the wedding when no one was looking. But no, you walked to your slaughter like a good girl and tied yourself to Titus for eternity.

Honestly, it was the way Titus looked at you. He stared at you, all night through the festivities, with this hungry, triumphant look like he wanted to swallow you whole. As the hours winded down you knew you were only moments away from having to consummate your marriage and that was the thought that lit this fire in you that made you run. You took a break from the party to powder your nose and bolted for an exit the moment you were alone.

Running was pointless really, but you knew Titus and right now you hated him. If you had to classify your relationship before the backstabbing arranged marriage, you’d say the two of you were something adjacent to friends. You two always gravitated to each other at cult functions, gossiping and whispering in a corner, saving the other from boring conversations with other guests. You could admit Titus was handsome and charming and if you’d been given a choice you could have maybe let yourself love him.

And that’s why you hated him. He orchestrated all of this. Instead of taking the time to court you, he jumped twelve steps ahead and snatched you up like a rabbit in a snare.

The forest didn’t end up bringing you to the ground, your husband did that. Despite his size, Titus snuck up on you quickly, running through the forest with powerful strides and catching you easily. Titus tackled you expertly to the ground, one hand sneaking under your head to brace the impact. You fought back feebly thanks to your lack of energy, your fists smacking any part of him you could reach as your heels scraped uselessly into the dirt due to your legs being trapped under Titus. He grabbed your wrists easily and pinned them to the ground, using his weight to hold you down.

You laid on the soft earth glaring up at your husband as your chest heaved from the run while Titus’ barely moved, which was so incredibly annoying you didn’t have words for it.

“Are you done running sweetheart?” Titus asked with a smirk and his frustratingly attractive gravelly voice.

“Fuck you.” You spat back, your breath gasping, which just amused Titus more.

“You surprised me, I expected you to run days ago. Why did you run now? It’s too late.” Titus said the first part like a compliment, that you’d exceeded his expectations.

“Maybe because I realized that the idea of having sex with you was like staring down the barrel of a gun.” You said, your brow furrowed in anger. Titus just kept smiling, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Oh sweetheart, you really believe sex with me would be so horrible?” No, you actually didn’t. In fact you’d thought about sleeping with him before all of this. You’d been close many times, the offer to sneak away to an empty room on the tip of your tongue any time you saw him. But after his betrayal you couldn’t sleep with Titus, it would mean you truly surrendered to the choice made for you.

“I don’t want to sleep with a man who took my choice from me. You didn’t even ask me to marry you.” Titus tilted his head at that, curious.

“You want choice? Okay, I can either have you right here or I can drag you back to the great hall and do it in front of everyone.” Your breath caught in your chest at his words. You knew he could do it, overpower you and take you back for the whole cult to see and he wouldn’t feel bad about it. The whole notion had a rage fueled fire grow and snarl in your chest, spreading through your veins and filling you with lightning.

“Fuck you!” You snarled, baring your teeth. Titus smiled again, amused by your anger. He leaned down so his face was mere inches from yours.

“That’s the idea.” He held your gaze, his dark hazel eyes watching you carefully. He moved his head, his breath hot on your skin as his lips pressed to the shell of your ear.

“What’ll it be sweetheart?” Your skin broke out in goosebumps at the low tone of his voice and how it reverberated through you. When you didn’t answer Titus pressed a kiss just below your ear and a surprised gasp left your throat without your permission. You cursed your treacherous body for betraying you like Titus had, for liking how it felt to have him so close. He kept moving, trailing kisses down the column of your throat, each kiss slow and savoring the taste of your skin. When Titus bite gently into the muscle of your neck that connected to your shoulder, your back arched into him as heat grew between your legs.

You’d never been in a position like this, completely at another persons mercy and it scared you how much it excited you. You decided the only way to take back your power was to take control.

“Have me here Titus.” Titus pulled back to look down at you and saw the genuine look in your eyes and he didn’t waste a moment. He ducked down to capture your lips in a searing kiss full of passion and possession. You moaned freely into his mouth, your fingers curling uselessly into the air where he still held them down. Titus kissed you until oxygen was absolutely necessary and he pulled back with a gasping breath before kissing along your jaw with desperate lips. Just as he nipped at your jaw and his hands slide from your wrists to your chest, you seized the opportunity to get your leg under his chest and flip him off you and onto his back.

Titus landed with a thud, momentarily caught off guard before you tackled him, straddling his hips and tearing his dress shirt open with a violent tug. The buttons went flying across the forest floor and Titus stared up at you in surprise and amazement. You wished you had a camera to remember the moment forever.

You grabbed Titus by the jaw, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his cheeks as you dove down to kiss him, your lips and tongue clashing with his. His hands shot to your waist, gripping your body tightly as your free hand settled over his throat. Your frail wedding dress tore under his strong hands, ripping easily to provide him with more access to you. He blindly pushed at the skirt of your wedding dress, bunching the fabric up over your hips.

Sitting here in Titus’ lap you realized he was already hard and you figured out instantly what had gotten him going. It had turned him on, hunting you through the estate like a predator after his prey. He enjoyed overpowering you and holding you down exactly how he wanted. And you were realizing you liked holding him down too, almost as much as you enjoyed being pinned under him.

When you pulled back from his lips to focus on releasing him from his pants, Titus stared up at you reverently, his pupils blown and dark like a sharks. His hands were under your skirts, his palms sliding up and down your thighs, squeezing and scratching. You raised up on your knees and locked your eyes with your husband, his attention all yours as you lowered yourself down on him. He stretched and filled you completely, the two of you slotting together like you were one entity.

Titus sat up, one arm banding around your back and the other behind him to hold himself up. He kissed you deeply as you began to move, rising up and down on him. Your hands twisted in the fabric of his suit jacket and you pulled hard enough the tear the sleeve. Titus pressed you impossibly close, the pressure of your chest against his almost painful. Your hands slid into Titus’ hair, your fingers twisting tightly in his silver curls hard enough to make his scalp throb as the two of you kissed like you were fighting each other.

“My sweet creature,” Titus murmured against your lips, claiming you as his and calling you what you truly were. His words stirred something deep inside you, something dark that had sat sleeping under your ribs. It was a beast that begged for blood and the tearing of flesh and for revenge. You’d been pushing it down inside yourself for days, ever since you learned of the marriage, and now it was set free, unleashed by Titus.

You pushed away from Titus and shoved him to the ground roughly, your hands on his chest pinning him down. You liked having him like this, under you and at your mercy. You knew he was allowing it but that made you feel even more wild and confident. He was submitting to you, in his own twisted way.

You attacked Titus with your hands and lips, clawing and biting as you moved your hips, your fingernails digging into his flesh and your teeth dragging across his chest as if you could taste his beating heart through his skin. You fucked him there in the forest, riding him roughly as your fingernails drew blood. You were just like him really, taking what you wanted without asking.

“Take what you want sweetheart.” Titus encouraged, his voice low and broken with pleasure. You fucked yourself down onto him, the heat inside you twisting and building until you threw your head back and screamed as your orgasm sang through you.

You were a vision cast in moonlight, sitting on Titus, claiming him as yours. Titus couldn’t have imagined a better wedding night.

“My wife,” Titus moaned. “My beautiful creature, my sweet killer.” Titus flipped your positions before your orgasm had even finished and he drove himself into you again and again as he chased his own pleasure. You writhed and moaned under him as his hips met yours over and over until he was spilling inside you with a howl.

The two of you stayed there for a long moment on the forest floor in your ripped clothes, catching your breath. Realization settled over you like a blanket as you looked up at your husband bathed in the moons glow - Titus Danforth was officially your husband and you were his wife, and not even Satan could help you now.

And most terrifying, you weren’t sure you wanted to be saved.

dividers by @ cursed-carmine

*taglists are on hold temporarily*

[miraclesabound]

That's the real frustration, isn't it - if he'd courted her properly, would they be having this much fun?

[ashoss]

id like to introduce some people to my good friend the Keep Reading button

[viewtiful-kim-deactivated202105]

Hamlet adaptation where Hamlet is a vlogger and all his soliloquies are breakdowns he uploads to YouTube

[animatedamerican]

… I am unironically here for this

[oldfilmsflicker]

this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life

[kabesattic]

This is - legitimately - my favourite delivery of Shakespeare I have EVER seen (and I have seen some good-ass productions yo, in the Globe Theatre itself even). Like seriously, even though the words are unchanged, he’s stripped away ALL of the archaic pretense and assumed grandeur of ~presenting the bard~ that makes even the most wildly talented of actors and innovative of productions inherently inaccessible to a modern audience. Like, they’re still great, they can still communicate the message and (some) of the nuance, but they’re still always a step removed from being identifiable to any viewer’s lived experience. They’re still always reciting 15th century poetry. But this guy? This guy is like, screw iambic pentameter, to hell with being precious about the material, HOW WOULD AN ACTUAL PERSON SAY THIS SHIT?

Like this. And it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful to hear a soliloquy I loved so much already, and have it come to life in a way it never, ever, did before. I feel like I grasp his motivations, his twists and turns, no longer on an academic level but on a visceral, instinctive one. Because he’s presenting his mental and emotional journey in a way that speaks honestly, like a real person.

So yeah, this shit post? I love it. Deeply and sincerely.

[spicedtealeaves]

A post about this went round recently, and I’m delighted to announce she’s since come out as trans and goes by Jasmine 🏳️‍⚧️

Jasmine Brimsmayd

Actor and Writer

There’s a whole series of the Hamlet videos on her YouTube, as well as a bunch of other films she’s made

[tomhoppusdelonge]

I should probably have a good scream. I feel like I’m a little overdue a blood curdling throat ripping yell

[mountainstackedwithfear]

[amessofstarsense]

I Almost Lost You

Ryland Grace x Reader

Warnings: Injured reader, mention of panic attack? Grace is worried. This was supposed to just be an imagine but it ended up being longer than that. Use of medical equipment such as an oxygen mask, IVs, tubes, etc.

Grace's voice crackled through the comms, cutting in and out as you got further and further away from the control room. "Where... You? Not... cameras?"

The radio fuzz was irritating and distracting. You banged your helmet a couple of times to try and get it to shut up. Your breath came in haggard gasps as you trudged back toward the control room, vision blurry and disoriented. Every step hurt your entire body.

This was supposed to have been a normal, average check on the ship after passing through a minor asteroid field. You hadn't anticipated your foot becoming entangled in the tether, nor a stray meteorite knocking you clean off the hull and causing you to get yanked back by your leg. Nothing is broken, you think, but it burns like hell. You've certainly torn something. If it weren't for the whole no-gravity-in-space thing, you probably wouldn't be standing.

The asteroid field had knocked out the surveillance systems, so you were on your own until you got back inside the Hail Mary. Neither Grace nor Rocky knew what was wrong with you, and apparently the meteorite that knocked you off the ship damaged your comms, too.

"Y/N," Rocky's translated, computerized voice trickled through the radio roughly in a series of broken bits of speech. "Un... See... What..."

It was loud, and too much. Every step was like fire. Maybe you were close to some cameras by now.

Your vision blurred as the pain worsened. Okay, maybe you did break something. Hopefully not, but sharp, hot tears came suddenly as the adrenaline finally wore off and your body began to tremble uncontrollably from the pain. The tether was still wrapped around your leg, but you couldn't think straight to remove it. Logically, you knew you had to, but your head was still spinning from how quickly you'd been snapped back toward the ship.

Movement caught your eye, and you braced for another meteorite. Immediately, you relaxed. Grace.

He'd hurriedly put on his EVA suit to come get you, glasses askew inside the helmet. The second you saw him, his face dropped. You couldn't hear him as he tried to speak, but he was talking fast, brow furrowed. It might be a bit useless, but you gestured helplessly to your wounded leg. The utter silence besides your breathing was starting to freak you out.

Grace went into action like a sleeper agent, rushing over like he was a trained astronaut and cutting the tether free from you. The relief was only brief-- the pain came back full force and you cried out, glad he couldn't hear it. You couldn't focus on much of anything now; Grace clipped you to him and began helping you back to the airlock.

Once the door was sealed, you saw the stars begin to move outside as Rocky put the ship in centrifugal mode, probably using one of the handy probes you'd made him for just such a purpose.

Gravity, however, was the last thing you needed right now.

There was a sudden rush of noise and chaos as you both fell to the floor; Grace might have done a little better if he didn't have your full weight in the suit, but also if you wouldn't have started screaming.

You couldn't help it. You tried not to, tried to force yourself to stop, but the excruciating damage had left your leg utterly limp and filled with an intense pain the likes of which you'd never felt. Grace yanked off your helmet. "Y/N, I need you to tell me where it hurts. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." He was trying to be strong, but his voice was shaking.

Gasping for breath and coherency, you managed to put together a string of words behind clenched teeth. "Meteorite knocked me off the ship. Leg got tangled in tether. I think it's broken."

Grace braced you with one arm behind your back. "This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry!" He swept an arm under your knees and lifted you, suit and all, carrying you to Armando as fast as he could. Rocky rolled along behind him, wise to stay out of the way.

"What happening, question?!" His voice broke, clearly terrified. "Why Y/N screaming, question?!"

"She might have a broken leg, bud," Grace explained quickly as he laid you down on the table. Several robotic arms reached out of the ceiling for you, eager to help as Grace stepped back.

Wildly, you snatched his hand. You two had always had clear, unbroken boundaries. Physical contact was limited and you stayed civil, but your jobs were to put the mission first and... whatever was between you both second. You weren't trying to be the next Adam and Eve, but feelings had begun to sprout regardless. You both tried to keep it professional. At least until this was all over, and distractions weren't going to matter anymore.

Now, though, you didn't care. "Please stay with me," You begged, feeling the tears run towards your ears as Armando placed a mask on you. A gentle gas began filtering through the tubing system to your lungs. "Don't leave me, Grace."

Grace hesitated, eyes wide, then reached behind him and snatched a chair. He swung it closer and sat down, clenching your hand tightly in both of his. "I'm not going anywhere. Promise."

You woke up three days later.

Or, it was around three days. Armando said you slept for 68.5 hours and it repaired a badly fractured leg, and that you'd be fine in 6 to 8 weeks. Light activity preferred. You were gonna be on some heavy painkillers. In no uncertain terms were you to even leave the bed without assistance, since the cast wasn't as sturdy as it would have been on Earth.

Inwardly, you wondered what this would do for the mission. You couldn't spacewalk, floating around would be a pain, or even getting to the control room in general. It was a tight fit on a normal day. With a cast it would probably be impossible. God, and Grace would have to help you. What you could do by yourself right now was limited. Just when you'd both decided that you didn't need any unnecessary proximity so you could get the mission taken care of without any distractions. What would this do to the ship? Would you have to remain in 1g? Or would 0g work, too? Would you still be pressing on to Tau Ceti E?

You tried to reach up and pull off the mask, but your limbs were still tingly and uncoordinated. You smacked yourself in the face by accident, clawing for the straps. Only oxygen was coming through the tubing, and you needed it off.

A small gasp came from your right. "Amaze! Y/N awake! Bad bad bad hurt. Better now! Grace not leave for long time. Rocky force Grace to change clothes. Grace!" You heard (and felt) the rumble of his xenonite ball as he careened for the entrance to the medbay, but you could only focus on getting the damn mask off your face. You were struggling with the strap, trying to get it off and vaguely aware of Rocky urging Grace to come quickly.

You were starting to panic. Your breath came in short, sharp bursts. All you could hear was your own labored breathing as the images of struggling for the airlock alone flashed through your head, your leg throbbing in pain as you remembered being violently yanked back towards the ship--

Grace. Gentle but fast, he slipped the mask off your face and pulled the tube from your throat, making you gag-- when had Armando put that in? As you coughed and spluttered on the bed, Grace was trying to talk to you. "Rock, just stay still for a second, okay? Y/N-- Hey-- it's okay, it's okay..." You heaved horribly as you struggled to come back to life, curling up on the cot. You felt an IV still in the crook of your left arm and shuddered at the sensation of icy fluids being pumped into your veins. Every breath was shaky.

Then you felt his hands on you. One squeezed your arm as he leaned over you to try and see your face, the other rubbed soothing circles in your back. You'd never been so glad for physical touch. "Breathe. Just breathe. You're safe now, Rocky's here; we've got you."

He sat with you until you were able to function a bit easier, although it came slowly. You're not sure how long you were disoriented. You peered at Grace over your shoulder, slowly flopping onto your back. He looked a mess, blond hair sticking in every direction and glasses ever-so-slightly askew. It bothered you. It always bothered you that his glasses were crooked. You always tried to remind him that farsighted and sloppy were two totally separate things.

Without thinking, you reached up and straightened his glasses with a frown. To your utter surprise, his hand found your elbow and traveled up to hold your wrist, keeping you close to him. You flushed, his deep blue eyes not breaking contact with yours. "Uh..." You croaked helplessly, "The morphine made me do it."

Grace smiled, something a bit lopsided but relieved as he chuckled quietly, almost to himself. He blinked rapidly as his eyes glistened. "I couldn't see you on the cameras," He managed softly, voice cracking. "I lost sight of you. Then Rocky saw it." He swallowed hard, caressing your hand still near his face with his thumb. "The meteorite. I tried to warn you. The radio wasn't working. He said it hit you, but after that we still couldn't get through. I went to get in the suit but I wasn't fast enough. Your leg..."

"Mangled," Rocky added sullenly, "Rocky had to learn new word. Leg bent in all ways."

Grace still hadn't broken eye contact with you. "Yeah. That. I'm..." You watched, stunned, as tears started streaming down his face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I sent you out there by yourself, and that I wasn't quicker coming to get you."

"Grace," You choked, "It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to any of us. I was just unlucky enough for it to happen to me." You let your hand relax in his grip, letting your knuckles brush against his temple. "...Now you've gotta take care of me, I guess. I'm sorry I didn't see the--"

"Is no one fault. No apology." Rocky sounded irritated. "We take care of Y/N. Y/N can only walk in 0 gravity. Grace must slow mission down."

Rocky-- thankfully-- was entirely unaware of what was happening between you and Grace. You two had had moments before Rocky had ever come aboard, moments where longing stares left the two of you in awkward silence and the brush of his hand against yours felt like it lasted forever. It led to a couple of awkward but factual conversations about what it meant that you two were having these emotions in close quarters, that you'd eventually die together and that the mission came first-- which required utmost focus. Nothing could happen before then.

That seemed to completely shatter now.

Careful of your IV, Grace cautiously pulled you up into the sitting position and wrapped his arms tightly around you in a warm hug, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. You didn't hesitate to throw your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his body and getting as close as humanly possible.

Now Rocky noticed.

His five feet started excitedly tapping. "Oh oh oh! Hug! Good good good! Hugging not done alone!" A bit more quietly, he added, "...Can Rocky get hug too, question?"

Grace laughed into your shoulder as he pulled back to look at him. "Yes, Rock. You get one too." He held you close still, taking a deep breath and avoiding your gaze by staring at the fabric of the blanket. "Can I be totally honest about something?"

"What?" Your stomach twisted nervously. You weren't sure why.

He forced himself to look at you. "I don't want to wait for the mission to be over. I almost lost you today. If something goes wrong on this mission--"

"Oh thank God," You let yourself fall limp against his chest, surprising him. He let out a soft "Oh" as you chuckled. "It's been pulling me apart to wait. So can we go on a date now? Like with tube-spaghetti and fake moonlit water habitats and everything?"

He chuckled, rubbing your back. "Yes, and yes. I'll wear my best jumpsuit."

"What is date, question?"

You looked over at your rock-faced friend and gestured vaguely at the arm with his marriage signet. "Did you and Adrian have a courtship faze?"

"Yes," Rocky hummed thoughtfully, "Many days. Sing very long. Try to impress--" He went absolutely straight as he realized what you meant. "Amaze! Excite! Grace will impress you will tube-spaghetti!" He started doing jazz hands, dancing in place a little. "Excite excite excite! Finally!"

"What do you mean, 'finally'?" Grace challenged, taken aback.

Rocky ignored him. "Rocky want hug now. Y/N need rest, need sleep for big date."

Grace still hadn't let go of you. "I have an idea, but don't crush us, okay?"

"Rocky understand."

"What's your idea?" You challenged. Grace grinned smugly at you as he reached under the cot and pressed a button. Slowly, the cot began to sink to the floor. There was a mattress under you, thankfully, albeit a thin one. Grace held up a finger for you to wait as he stood and walked away, inadvertently freezing both you and Rocky.

You glanced sideways at your alien friend and opened an arm toward him. "C'mere, bud." Excitedly, Rocky rolled over. You felt the heat of his body through the xenonite. It was comforting.

When Grace returned, he had his own mattress and tons of blankets, all of which he piled together before gently moving you aside and adding yours to the pile. Carefully, he scooped you up afterward and sat you on the makeshift bed, which was extremely comfortable. "Here. Now Rocky can sit with you and keep you warm. You can watch her sleep, right?"

"Yes," Rocky answered, curling up in his ball as close as he could get without burning you.

You hummed gratefully, patting his ball. "Like my own personal radiator. What about you, Grace?"

"I'm going to let you sleep," He answered, confused. Clueless, more like.

You heaved a deep breath, pressing your palm harder against Rocky's ball for good luck. "Can you stay? Just for tonight?"

Grace hesitated a moment longer before making his way over, to the delight of Rocky, who began trilling excitedly. He set his glasses to the side, out of the way of Rocky's path, and slipped under the covers beside you a bit awkwardly. His cheeks were flushed as he refused to look at you. "Okay, yeah. I guess I need sleep t--" He froze as you scooted closer, pressing your body flush against his the best you could with your injured leg. Instinct seemed to take over; he slid one arm under your head, and the other around your torso.

Now, you were both fully snuggling close together, boundaries be damned. Beside you, Rocky kept the both of you very warm and cozy as the ship dimmed its lights. You dozed off as Grace played with your hair drowsily. In your half-asleep, medicated state, you smiled warmly.

...Maybe this ship isn't half bad.

@goth-rine @httpsjetzt @qardasngan @sailingthestarlessseas @podinahui @chudsterthe14th @dyanasaur @noodlestheexplorer @verco @vengoaver @leighsartworks216 @sjm-77 @nerdyenoughtounderstand @aria-writer

[miraclesabound]

I do so adore a sick/hurt/comfort fic! And this dovetails nicely with an idea I've been pondering about Rockt actually being a better partner for physical therapy than Grace would be.

[amessofstarsense]

I Almost Lost You

Ryland Grace x Reader

Warnings: Injured reader, mention of panic attack? Grace is worried. This was supposed to just be an imagine but it ended up being longer than that. Use of medical equipment such as an oxygen mask, IVs, tubes, etc.

Grace's voice crackled through the comms, cutting in and out as you got further and further away from the control room. "Where... You? Not... cameras?"

The radio fuzz was irritating and distracting. You banged your helmet a couple of times to try and get it to shut up. Your breath came in haggard gasps as you trudged back toward the control room, vision blurry and disoriented. Every step hurt your entire body.

This was supposed to have been a normal, average check on the ship after passing through a minor asteroid field. You hadn't anticipated your foot becoming entangled in the tether, nor a stray meteorite knocking you clean off the hull and causing you to get yanked back by your leg. Nothing is broken, you think, but it burns like hell. You've certainly torn something. If it weren't for the whole no-gravity-in-space thing, you probably wouldn't be standing.

The asteroid field had knocked out the surveillance systems, so you were on your own until you got back inside the Hail Mary. Neither Grace nor Rocky knew what was wrong with you, and apparently the meteorite that knocked you off the ship damaged your comms, too.

"Y/N," Rocky's translated, computerized voice trickled through the radio roughly in a series of broken bits of speech. "Un... See... What..."

It was loud, and too much. Every step was like fire. Maybe you were close to some cameras by now.

Your vision blurred as the pain worsened. Okay, maybe you did break something. Hopefully not, but sharp, hot tears came suddenly as the adrenaline finally wore off and your body began to tremble uncontrollably from the pain. The tether was still wrapped around your leg, but you couldn't think straight to remove it. Logically, you knew you had to, but your head was still spinning from how quickly you'd been snapped back toward the ship.

Movement caught your eye, and you braced for another meteorite. Immediately, you relaxed. Grace.

He'd hurriedly put on his EVA suit to come get you, glasses askew inside the helmet. The second you saw him, his face dropped. You couldn't hear him as he tried to speak, but he was talking fast, brow furrowed. It might be a bit useless, but you gestured helplessly to your wounded leg. The utter silence besides your breathing was starting to freak you out.

Grace went into action like a sleeper agent, rushing over like he was a trained astronaut and cutting the tether free from you. The relief was only brief-- the pain came back full force and you cried out, glad he couldn't hear it. You couldn't focus on much of anything now; Grace clipped you to him and began helping you back to the airlock.

Once the door was sealed, you saw the stars begin to move outside as Rocky put the ship in centrifugal mode, probably using one of the handy probes you'd made him for just such a purpose.

Gravity, however, was the last thing you needed right now.

There was a sudden rush of noise and chaos as you both fell to the floor; Grace might have done a little better if he didn't have your full weight in the suit, but also if you wouldn't have started screaming.

You couldn't help it. You tried not to, tried to force yourself to stop, but the excruciating damage had left your leg utterly limp and filled with an intense pain the likes of which you'd never felt. Grace yanked off your helmet. "Y/N, I need you to tell me where it hurts. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." He was trying to be strong, but his voice was shaking.

Gasping for breath and coherency, you managed to put together a string of words behind clenched teeth. "Meteorite knocked me off the ship. Leg got tangled in tether. I think it's broken."

Grace braced you with one arm behind your back. "This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry!" He swept an arm under your knees and lifted you, suit and all, carrying you to Armando as fast as he could. Rocky rolled along behind him, wise to stay out of the way.

"What happening, question?!" His voice broke, clearly terrified. "Why Y/N screaming, question?!"

"She might have a broken leg, bud," Grace explained quickly as he laid you down on the table. Several robotic arms reached out of the ceiling for you, eager to help as Grace stepped back.

Wildly, you snatched his hand. You two had always had clear, unbroken boundaries. Physical contact was limited and you stayed civil, but your jobs were to put the mission first and... whatever was between you both second. You weren't trying to be the next Adam and Eve, but feelings had begun to sprout regardless. You both tried to keep it professional. At least until this was all over, and distractions weren't going to matter anymore.

Now, though, you didn't care. "Please stay with me," You begged, feeling the tears run towards your ears as Armando placed a mask on you. A gentle gas began filtering through the tubing system to your lungs. "Don't leave me, Grace."

Grace hesitated, eyes wide, then reached behind him and snatched a chair. He swung it closer and sat down, clenching your hand tightly in both of his. "I'm not going anywhere. Promise."

You woke up three days later.

Or, it was around three days. Armando said you slept for 68.5 hours and it repaired a badly fractured leg, and that you'd be fine in 6 to 8 weeks. Light activity preferred. You were gonna be on some heavy painkillers. In no uncertain terms were you to even leave the bed without assistance, since the cast wasn't as sturdy as it would have been on Earth.

Inwardly, you wondered what this would do for the mission. You couldn't spacewalk, floating around would be a pain, or even getting to the control room in general. It was a tight fit on a normal day. With a cast it would probably be impossible. God, and Grace would have to help you. What you could do by yourself right now was limited. Just when you'd both decided that you didn't need any unnecessary proximity so you could get the mission taken care of without any distractions. What would this do to the ship? Would you have to remain in 1g? Or would 0g work, too? Would you still be pressing on to Tau Ceti E?

You tried to reach up and pull off the mask, but your limbs were still tingly and uncoordinated. You smacked yourself in the face by accident, clawing for the straps. Only oxygen was coming through the tubing, and you needed it off.

A small gasp came from your right. "Amaze! Y/N awake! Bad bad bad hurt. Better now! Grace not leave for long time. Rocky force Grace to change clothes. Grace!" You heard (and felt) the rumble of his xenonite ball as he careened for the entrance to the medbay, but you could only focus on getting the damn mask off your face. You were struggling with the strap, trying to get it off and vaguely aware of Rocky urging Grace to come quickly.

You were starting to panic. Your breath came in short, sharp bursts. All you could hear was your own labored breathing as the images of struggling for the airlock alone flashed through your head, your leg throbbing in pain as you remembered being violently yanked back towards the ship--

Grace. Gentle but fast, he slipped the mask off your face and pulled the tube from your throat, making you gag-- when had Armando put that in? As you coughed and spluttered on the bed, Grace was trying to talk to you. "Rock, just stay still for a second, okay? Y/N-- Hey-- it's okay, it's okay..." You heaved horribly as you struggled to come back to life, curling up on the cot. You felt an IV still in the crook of your left arm and shuddered at the sensation of icy fluids being pumped into your veins. Every breath was shaky.

Then you felt his hands on you. One squeezed your arm as he leaned over you to try and see your face, the other rubbed soothing circles in your back. You'd never been so glad for physical touch. "Breathe. Just breathe. You're safe now, Rocky's here; we've got you."

He sat with you until you were able to function a bit easier, although it came slowly. You're not sure how long you were disoriented. You peered at Grace over your shoulder, slowly flopping onto your back. He looked a mess, blond hair sticking in every direction and glasses ever-so-slightly askew. It bothered you. It always bothered you that his glasses were crooked. You always tried to remind him that farsighted and sloppy were two totally separate things.

Without thinking, you reached up and straightened his glasses with a frown. To your utter surprise, his hand found your elbow and traveled up to hold your wrist, keeping you close to him. You flushed, his deep blue eyes not breaking contact with yours. "Uh..." You croaked helplessly, "The morphine made me do it."

Grace smiled, something a bit lopsided but relieved as he chuckled quietly, almost to himself. He blinked rapidly as his eyes glistened. "I couldn't see you on the cameras," He managed softly, voice cracking. "I lost sight of you. Then Rocky saw it." He swallowed hard, caressing your hand still near his face with his thumb. "The meteorite. I tried to warn you. The radio wasn't working. He said it hit you, but after that we still couldn't get through. I went to get in the suit but I wasn't fast enough. Your leg..."

"Mangled," Rocky added sullenly, "Rocky had to learn new word. Leg bent in all ways."

Grace still hadn't broken eye contact with you. "Yeah. That. I'm..." You watched, stunned, as tears started streaming down his face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I sent you out there by yourself, and that I wasn't quicker coming to get you."

"Grace," You choked, "It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to any of us. I was just unlucky enough for it to happen to me." You let your hand relax in his grip, letting your knuckles brush against his temple. "...Now you've gotta take care of me, I guess. I'm sorry I didn't see the--"

"Is no one fault. No apology." Rocky sounded irritated. "We take care of Y/N. Y/N can only walk in 0 gravity. Grace must slow mission down."

Rocky-- thankfully-- was entirely unaware of what was happening between you and Grace. You two had had moments before Rocky had ever come aboard, moments where longing stares left the two of you in awkward silence and the brush of his hand against yours felt like it lasted forever. It led to a couple of awkward but factual conversations about what it meant that you two were having these emotions in close quarters, that you'd eventually die together and that the mission came first-- which required utmost focus. Nothing could happen before then.

That seemed to completely shatter now.

Careful of your IV, Grace cautiously pulled you up into the sitting position and wrapped his arms tightly around you in a warm hug, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. You didn't hesitate to throw your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his body and getting as close as humanly possible.

Now Rocky noticed.

His five feet started excitedly tapping. "Oh oh oh! Hug! Good good good! Hugging not done alone!" A bit more quietly, he added, "...Can Rocky get hug too, question?"

Grace laughed into your shoulder as he pulled back to look at him. "Yes, Rock. You get one too." He held you close still, taking a deep breath and avoiding your gaze by staring at the fabric of the blanket. "Can I be totally honest about something?"

"What?" Your stomach twisted nervously. You weren't sure why.

He forced himself to look at you. "I don't want to wait for the mission to be over. I almost lost you today. If something goes wrong on this mission--"

"Oh thank God," You let yourself fall limp against his chest, surprising him. He let out a soft "Oh" as you chuckled. "It's been pulling me apart to wait. So can we go on a date now? Like with tube-spaghetti and fake moonlit water habitats and everything?"

He chuckled, rubbing your back. "Yes, and yes. I'll wear my best jumpsuit."

"What is date, question?"

You looked over at your rock-faced friend and gestured vaguely at the arm with his marriage signet. "Did you and Adrian have a courtship faze?"

"Yes," Rocky hummed thoughtfully, "Many days. Sing very long. Try to impress--" He went absolutely straight as he realized what you meant. "Amaze! Excite! Grace will impress you will tube-spaghetti!" He started doing jazz hands, dancing in place a little. "Excite excite excite! Finally!"

"What do you mean, 'finally'?" Grace challenged, taken aback.

Rocky ignored him. "Rocky want hug now. Y/N need rest, need sleep for big date."

Grace still hadn't let go of you. "I have an idea, but don't crush us, okay?"

"Rocky understand."

"What's your idea?" You challenged. Grace grinned smugly at you as he reached under the cot and pressed a button. Slowly, the cot began to sink to the floor. There was a mattress under you, thankfully, albeit a thin one. Grace held up a finger for you to wait as he stood and walked away, inadvertently freezing both you and Rocky.

You glanced sideways at your alien friend and opened an arm toward him. "C'mere, bud." Excitedly, Rocky rolled over. You felt the heat of his body through the xenonite. It was comforting.

When Grace returned, he had his own mattress and tons of blankets, all of which he piled together before gently moving you aside and adding yours to the pile. Carefully, he scooped you up afterward and sat you on the makeshift bed, which was extremely comfortable. "Here. Now Rocky can sit with you and keep you warm. You can watch her sleep, right?"

"Yes," Rocky answered, curling up in his ball as close as he could get without burning you.

You hummed gratefully, patting his ball. "Like my own personal radiator. What about you, Grace?"

"I'm going to let you sleep," He answered, confused. Clueless, more like.

You heaved a deep breath, pressing your palm harder against Rocky's ball for good luck. "Can you stay? Just for tonight?"

Grace hesitated a moment longer before making his way over, to the delight of Rocky, who began trilling excitedly. He set his glasses to the side, out of the way of Rocky's path, and slipped under the covers beside you a bit awkwardly. His cheeks were flushed as he refused to look at you. "Okay, yeah. I guess I need sleep t--" He froze as you scooted closer, pressing your body flush against his the best you could with your injured leg. Instinct seemed to take over; he slid one arm under your head, and the other around your torso.

Now, you were both fully snuggling close together, boundaries be damned. Beside you, Rocky kept the both of you very warm and cozy as the ship dimmed its lights. You dozed off as Grace played with your hair drowsily. In your half-asleep, medicated state, you smiled warmly.

...Maybe this ship isn't half bad.

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I do so adore a sick/hurt/comfort fic! And this dovetails nicely with an idea I've been pondering about Rockt actually being a better partner for physical therapy than Grace would be.