Simon Stuntman/Coordinator au
Nah cause this is so funny
Imagine Grace coming to set, and as everyone imagines, gets mistaken for Colt. And obviously, they just think he's Colt, playing a character and making jokes, mocking Ryder and his acting by pulling on a character of his own.
"No no no, You're not listening," Ryland laughs nervously, hands grabbing at wrists that were pulling him into a body harness. “I’m not Colt. I’m his brother. Ryland Grace, I’m a teacher-”
And the people pulling him into the harness just smile and chuckle, shaking their heads.
“Yeah, why are your last names different then, smart guy?” One asks as they start pressing him towards the lift.
And it isn’t till he’s being brought a 138 ft up a lift that this might be where he dies, clutching his harness over his heart and staying silent in panic.
Meanwhile Colt strolls on to set with his glass on and coffee in hand, sidling up beside some people as they all watch the lift go up. “Hmm. And I thought I’d be getting the first jump of the day.” He joked softly, turning to look at them but only getting confused looking back. “Something on my face? I swear this lipstick is mine-I’m trying a new shade-”
Anyway, everyone is trying to radio to the top of the lift but they all have their radios on different channels, so Grace is standing at the top, knees shaking and panicking as he looks down at the jump they expect him to make. Had expected Colt to make and that’s just as scary cause he thinks he’d rather be here making this jump than letting his brother do it and his brother was the professional, had probably done something like this a million times.
“Alright, you know how this is gonna go,” A warm voice on his left says, barely able to look over with his white knuckled hands on his harness as someone straps him to a carabiner and cable. The man beside him isn’t looking at him, but he’s attractive. Dark hair pulled up into a bun with bangs and pieces falling out, thick glasses and endlessly voidable eyes that Grace would spend the rest of his life searching through, which may only be for the next ten minutes. A tight shirt pulled over an impressive chest and stretching the sleeves over wide arms, a black prosthetic holding a clipboard the man was more focused on.
“They tested it a few times with your body weight, so they’re not gonna slow fall it this time. We’re just gonna rip it straight a few times then we’ll get the rig camera to start recording. It’ll follow you down but don’t worry about hiding your face, just brace, Yeah?” The attractive man said before gently slapping Ryland’s chest with the board and flashing him a slight smile with a crinkle of his eyes, so warm and dark he was half grateful that whatever forces of the universe gave him this fate decided to soften the blow with such a handsome being as his last seen face.
The man only looked to his face for half a second, already turning and looking away before stopping dead in his tracks before he even finished his first step, looking back to Ryland’s face again with a pinched expression.
Thank god thank god thank god-
“Woah- did- What the hell is going on?” The man shouted back to the team that was a bit further back, all of them looking up from the dropping rig and pulleys for the harness system. “Who the fuck is this? I was told Colt was ripping it all day.”
The man looked back to Ryland, the blonde’s face contorting with relief as his hand reached out, taking the man’s flesh shoulder in his shaky hand.
He was kind too, which should be illegal when Ryland was shaking so bad he could hear his bones rattle, his savior’s face softly shifted to sympathetic as his flesh hand came up to fist in the back of his harness.
“No, no, I know you're not,” The man hushes softly, pulling him from the ledge slowly, Ryland’s legs shuffling as the man wrapped his arm around his back, and Grace had never hugged himself to someone so tight in his life. “Jesus fuck, all of you are blind. Someone get the lift back up here! And get on the right fucking channel! They’ve probably been calling around for Colt.”
“Thank you- Oh my god, thank you. You’re an angel,” Grace whispers shakily, gripping the back of the man’s shirt and tangling his hands in the back of the man’s own harness that was keeping him connected to the platform.
“Can’t believe you made it all the way up here,” The man said, putting down the clipboard on the ground and wrapping his prosthetic arm around Grace’s back so he could unclip his carabiners form the rig, then clipping it onto the other man’s harness so they were attached. “Who are you?”
“Grace. Colt’s my brother.” He laughed a little, adrenaline spiking through him and making everything fuzzy and funny. “Cripes- You're not gonna tell anyone if I pee right now, right?”
Which makes the man laugh, patting Ryland’s back. “I’m impressed you haven’t already,” The man assured. “I’m Simon. We’re calling up the elevator right now and we’ll get you back on the ground, alright? You good?”
“That is extraordinarily fair. You’ll feel better when we get on the lift.”
It wasn’t until the radio was changed to the right channel and the crew at the top of the drop confirmed that everything was alright that a very unhappy voice rang through.
“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU GUYS DROP MY BROTHER I’M GONNA DROP YOU-”
“It’s fine, Colt,” Simon radio’s back, having grabbed it off one of the crew as he shuffled them both onto the lift, pale arms practically choking hims around his neck with Grace’s tight grip. “I’m bringing him down right now.”
“WHY THE HELL WAS HE UP THERE-”
“Can you save the screaming for when we get down there? Cause I'm happy to turn this radio off.”
