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I think that in the Coltland Twin AU gives the opportunity of Grace going into the Hail Mary willing. No because he wants to go to space, but because he wants to save his brother.
I have this scene in my mind in which Colt gets to save Grace (in the movie universe maybe Colt found him when he was running away and runs with him, in the book universe Colt could break him free from his cell) but they do not have the time to get away, or the doors would not open, so in desesperation Colt starts changing their clothes and trying to make their hair look the same so Stratt can't distinguish them.
When Stratts arrives and found two Graces looking at her, she just sighs and tell the soldiers to take both of them. She doesn't have time to waste playing this mind games, there is so little time, and the Hail Mary needs to take off, is easier to accomodate the spaceship to be inhabite by 4 persons, than going off without a qualified scientist.
It is in that moment in which Grace realizes that he is not going to win, but at least he can lose alone, and left Colt out of this.
He stands and declares that he is Ryland Grace, to which Colt, confuse, also proclaims been Ryland Grace, and then Grace just smiles at him and then looks at Stratt and explains something that only a Molecular Biologist would get, and tells her about all those little conversations between them that they had about the Project Hail Mary, he names his students. He shares things that only Ryland Grace would know.
Then he tells that he is going to go to the mission, to complete this suicidal task, without fighting, without needing to drug him, with the condition that she has to promise him that Colt would be fine, that she would do whatever she can to take care of him.
Stratt accepts.
Colt doesn't.
He screams at Grace, at Stratt, at everyone, but the soldiers keep him still. He tells Grace that he can't do this, because Colt knows how his twin can get scare by looking the sky for too long fearing to fall in the void, who he can not even enjoy a rollacoster, he can't go to space, much less to die on it. Grace knows that Colt is right, but still doesn't stop.
Grace gives Colt a last hug and a kiss in his forehead, murmuring how much he loves him and that he is sorry for the time lost, but that at least when he looks to the stars he would think of him, before he leaves with Stratt.
Colt kicks and screams and tries to break free, but he ends in the same cell that Grace was, or retained in a room of the complex, just to watch through the little window with bars, how the Hail Mary take off, taking with it at his brother.
new human calls friend grace ryland. rocky knew this was part of grace name, but nobody used. not even old crewmates. not even human "stratt" who rocky thinks he must have been close with. not even grace students, and students grace favorite humans (said many times).
maybe because not very close, rocky first thought, grace lets new human call him name he uses less. but rocky not stupid. grace smile when other human say ryland. rocky gets more smiles total. but simon say ryland, get grace smile every time. every time.
smile when simon touch, too. human courting weird weird gross, rocky know. grace has held rocky hand before. kissed rocky before. through ball. kiss gross gross gross human mating custom where openings press together. ... rocky like, though. grace probably like kiss simon better. can do more than press against the xenonite and hum. more than rocky. gasp ryland, baby when grace touch his waist, turn around in his arms like human dancing and kiss and kiss and kiss his lips, call grace pretty and perfect in a language made of sounds my voice cannot form.
rocky also think grace pretty. rocky also think grace perfect.
More studies of Dr. Ryland Grace from Project Hail Mary, ft Rocky, aka the two bestest of friends ever from the best movie and also book ever oh my god
One of my fave moments is when Grace draws PPE onto Rocky's dome, so he can be included in big science time D:
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
don't go into the humanities because they're unprofitable and don't go into stem cuz its getting torn apart right now and don't go into buisness because it's competetive and speculative and don't go into education because it pays like shit. Just lay on thr ground. Just lay on the ground.
@merthurmicrofic - prompt: frog - 1160 words - silliness
I'm withholding tags and/or warnings so as not to spoil. You'll have to trust me.
“It was your idea,” Merlin pointed out.
“I know.”
“Just saying.”
“I know it was my idea.”
“I would never have thought of it.”
“I know. It was a bad idea.”
“Glad we agree on this,” Merlin smiled, glancing at Arthur’s spooked dick.
“I take full responsibility for it,” Arthur said, sounding ridiculously prim and chastised.
Merlin sighed and crossed his ankles. It was going to be a long night.
“Can’t you… switch it back?” Arthur prodded. Tentatively.
“Nope. It all stays this way until sunrise.”
“Right.”
Arthur lay rather stiffly on his back next to Merlin, hands patting a rhythm on the mattress.
“It’s really not working for you, is it?” Merlin murmured
“It’s… different,” Arthur replied cagily.
“It certainly is,” Merlin mused, squinting at his own chest. “Why did you ask me to do it, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“If it’s not… your thing. Why ask me to try it?”
Arthur cleared his throat, halfway between baffled and mortified.
“I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Right.” Merlin looked up at the bed canopy above them and knitted his fingers over his belly. “Except it’s not a good idea.”
“So it would seem.”
“What made you think it might be a good idea, though?”
“I don’t know,” Arthur got out, a tad defensively.
“I mean, do you… miss that sort of thing?” Merlin asked, very cautiously.
“Clearly not.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Merlin. I’m sure.”
Merlin nodded, pursing his lips but keeping his silence.
Arthur swallowed self-consciously.
“I just… I thought it would be interesting, alright?”
“Fair enough,” Merlin said after chewing on it. “But it turns out it isn’t.”
“Mmm.”
Mulish pause.
“Is it because they’re not big enough do you think?”
Arthur went very still. Merlin looked over at him. Then watched him slowly, very slowly, turn his head to stare at Merlin.
“They’re plenty big enough,” Arthur said, all tight voice and haunted eyes.
“Oh. Are they too big, then?”
“Merlin. They’re just fine,” Arthur said – with far too much desperation for Merlin to believe him.
“They’re not fine by your dick’s standards,” Merlin remarked, glancing again at the royal cock lying limp and affronted in its nest of dark blonde curls.
“That has nothing to do with your tits, Merlin.”
Arthur looked like he was about to cry. Or commit murder.
“So what is it?” Merlin pushed. “I’m still me.”
“You’re very much not you,” Arthur said emphatically.
“Ah.”
“You’ve got lady’s bits,” Arthur explained, pointing out the obvious.
“At your request!” Merlin replied, pointing out the idiocy.
“I acknowledged it was a bad idea.”
“And so now that I’ve wasted so many ingredients to brew this stupid potion so that I could be a woman for one night, you’re telling me that you won’t even get near me? Do you even know how much a frog’s toe costs?”
“I don’t, and I’m right here in bed with you.”
“Yeah, with the most unappreciative dick I’ve ever seen on a man.”
“Well, I’m sorry if me and my dick are having a hard time adjusting.”
“There is nothing hard about what you and your dick are having at the moment.”
“Well excuse me but you look different!”
“Yeah, that would be because I’m now a bloody WOMAN!” Merlin bellowed at the top of his now feminine lungs.
“Sssshhh, the guards will hear you.”
“They’re at the end of the hallway.”
“Believe me, with that voice, they’ll hear you. Any minute they’ll be charging through that door to see who’s assassinating me if you don’t keep it down.”
“Are you fucking shushing me?!” Merlin blurted out with ill-contained outrage.
“Merlin, please,” Arthur placated, looking very uneasy. “Look, I’m sorry. I really wish I could be appropriately receptive to your efforts, I really do. You do look very lovely, in terms of womanliness. You would undoubtedly be the toast of any feast, looking the way you do. You would have minstrels weaving ballads about your forms and your charms and half the princes of Albion at your feet.”
The sheer amount of dainty diplomacy Arthur was unfolding left Merlin curious as to where all this was going.
“But?”
“But there’s no denying that I’m finding it… strange.”
Merlin refrained from uttering the wry comment tickling the tip of his tongue and rolled on his side to better watch Arthur.
“So it’s not the tits, but it’s also somewhat the tits,” he said instead.
A tender snuff.
“No it’s not the tits. The tits are fine.”
Arthur sighed and rolled on his side to face Merlin, his dick still sadly circumspect. He reached out, and touched a strand of the dear dark hair with rather more shyness than usual.
“You look different,” he said quietly.
Merlin quirked half a smile at the more familiar ineptness.
“Yeah. I have lady’s bits.”
With the back of a tender finger, Arthur brushed Merlin’s very soft cheek.
“And you feel different.”
“No stubble,” Merlin murmured before giving the finger a soft nip.
Arthur swallowed.
“And you sound different.”
“Still the same razor-sharp, charming wits, though.”
Now it was Arthur’s turn to crack a rueful smile.
“You even smell different. A bit sweeter somehow. It’s disorienting.”
Merlin breathed.
“Would you like to kiss me, to see if I taste different too?” he whispered.
Arthur’s thumb brushed his lower lip pensively.
“Your lips are the same. So are your eyes.”
Which was all the invitation Merlin needed to lean in and kiss him very gently. He was flushed and blinking when he pulled back.
“So?”
“I… I’m not sure I like it,” Arthur said, looking aggrieved.
“Oh.”
“It feels like I’m somehow cheating on you. On the real you. Not a pleasant feeling.”
Merlin smiled.
“That’s actually sweet,” he said.
“That’s a waste of a frog’s toe, apparently.”
“That too,” Merlin smiled.
“Your smile is just the same, though,” Arthur said reverently. “Just as beautiful.”
Merlin felt a hundred butterflies taking flight all at once in his belly.
“Charmer,” he murmured. “I bet you say that to all the ladies.”
Arthur’s hand cradled Merlin’s cheek very gently, a look of heat and awe on his face. He kissed Merlin with new interest but old love. He was a little breathless by the time their lips parted.
“Fuck,” he croaked brokenly.
“Now?” Merlin quipped, though the colour on his cheeks gave his emotion away. “I thought it felt like cheating.”
“But it isn’t. Because it’s still very much you.” Arthur’s eyes twinkled softly like a night sky. “And I don’t want that frog to have surrendered its toes in vain.”
“So honourable of you. Not to mention thrifty.”
They kissed some more. To celebrate Arthur’s thriftiness and the frog’s worthy sacrifice.
“My liege, I believe the royal prick is now fully reconciled with my new appearance,” Merlin then provided, giving one last languorous tug on Arthur’s lower lip.
“You know me, Merlin. I’m always rising to the challenge.”
Tagging @count-pudding, @bertytravelsfar and @thedragonlies because they expressed an interest... 😏
