Synopsis: In which a minor… stunt caused the meeting of the stuntman himself who always seemed too busy, too focused, and too far away {GIF Creds: fleursial}
WC: 1121
Category: Mega Fluff, Suggestive Ending?
Why is there still so little of Colt?? I don’t understand it 😭
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It wasn’t unusual for you to find yourself staring at Colt Seavers from across the set. You liked him, liked the mysterious presence he displayed. Sure, half of it was because you never had the courage to approach him, despite how friendly he was with the rest of the cast and crew, but he always seemed so busy. Plus, your character never needed to interact with the stunt crew so you didn’t have a reason to walk across the lot. And even if you had, your scenes wouldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes anyway.
However, when the very last scene of the day was called, everything changed for the better. You were moments away from leaving the set, having already said goodbye to almost everyone else, with the feeling you weren't going to see Seaver ever again.
Until he bumped into you, quite literally.
You let out a surprised gasp, almost dropping your script as you stumbled backward, but a pair of strong hands were quick to steady you by your arms.
"I am so sorry, miss… woah," he said as he looked down at you, taking in your face for the first time, his hands still resting on your upper arms. You felt yourself go red, suddenly unable to look him in the eye and instead opting for looking anywhere but.
"No, no, it was my fault; I should have watched where I was going," you said.
He shook his head and released his hold on you. "You’re… man, you are really beautiful," he said.
"What?" you asked, surprised.
"I mean—uh, you were really beautiful… out there! On set, you know," he corrected himself, and you swore you saw a faint blush form across his cheeks.
You bit your lip and finally found the courage to meet his gaze. "I appreciate the compliment."
"Yeah, no problem. How come I’ve never seen you around here before?" he asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head in curiosity.
That right there… it took everything in you not to melt right then and there. You could see the indentations of his biceps from under his tight-fitted jacket, the arm cross just amplifying them. It didn't help that you also just barely came up to his chest, which, while intimidating, also made him all the more attractive.
You swallowed thickly and averted your eyes. "Well, I never needed a stunt double, so…" you trailed off.
"Yeah, that’s fair. Totally get it, yeah." He clicked his tongue and nodded, looking away momentarily. Before you could turn to see what he was looking at, he squinted, looking back down at you. His hand peeled away from his arm to hover in front of you.
"Colt," he said, extending his hand. "Name's Colt Seavers… I’m kind of a big deal around here. You know, doing car crashing, rope climbing, cliff-diving stuff," he explained with a smirk.
You let out a small, quiet giggle as you reached for his hand, giving it a shake as you stated your own name. His hand was big, rough, and calloused, no doubt from years of hard work and training, but it was warm. A strong grip, but ever so gentle.
"I, uh, do the acting stuff." You repeated his words, and his smirk broke into a smile, one that nearly took your breath away.
It was then, looking at his smile, that you realized the opportunity before you.
You had to say something, had to tell him, and you weren't about to let this opportunity pass.
"I think you're pretty beautiful, too," you said, and that caught his attention, his eyebrows raising.
"You do?"
"Yes," you confirmed with a nod. "Out there… on set, I mean."
He let out a short laugh, his hands moving back to his pockets. He was sort of swaying, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to do, what to say. It was adorable.
Alright, you needed to do something. The fear of letting another moment like this go to waste was far too much. So many guys had slipped through your fingers because of your hesitance—a real shame, too, considering how most of them weren’t even remotely attractive.
But Colt, though…
"Listen, um… maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but would you like to—"
"Yes," his answer was nothing short of immediate. “Absolutely, yes… yeah hundred percent, yeah- yes… yes."
It took him a second, took him a long second, to realize you hadn’t even finished your question. His eyes went wide as fear evidently started to creep in.
"Shit, uh- sorry. Yeah, uh… yeah, I'm listening. You can keep going." He motioned with his hand for you to continue, and you had to suppress a smile.
Well, this is definitely promising.
"Maybe we could hang out sometime? Have dinner or something?" you suggested.
"Dinner, yeah- dinner is good. Dinner is… great. I love dinner. Dinner is, uh… dinner is great," he stammered, and you couldn't help but give him a small laugh, one that was cut off when his eyes went wide yet again.
"Sorry, I'm just… yeah, sorry, I'm just- I'm gonna… hey, can I get your number?" His question was followed by him digging into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone, which was cracked beyond belief. “Not so I can bother you or anything, not that I would- I mean unless you wanted me to bother you, I guess, which- no, sorry. Just, like, text you, I guess, yeah.”
Your eyes went wide at the state of his phone. "How does that even work?"
"I'm a pro. Just a quick swipe to the left and a few presses, and it works fine, see?" He tapped the screen a few times before opening his contacts, and he handed the phone to you. "Here."
"You know what? I'll just put it in my phone if that's okay," you said.
"Oh, yeah, yeah- absolutely," he said, nodding. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable, yeah."
You quickly punched in his numbers and sent a text, a small, simple message. One that escalated to where you were now, weeks after that dinner, his hands roaming your body as he pressed you against the door of your new and current trailer.
You should’ve known you weren’t going to run lines that day.
A stuntman running lines?
Yeah, right. He runs through scenes instead, and… this was definitely a scene.
God, how ready you were for that first take to start.
[@kcisahoe + @adeesthetic] Since you guys asked so nicely, here’s another Colt fic!! There needs to be way more out there because he’s just so… 🤭🤭
For all you Tom lovers out there, don’t worry!! I didn’t forget about you. He’s in the works so I’m praying my work/study schedule aligns with me finishing it 😅
tags: high school au, drabble, failed sex education
wordcount: 605
"Maybe he's cold" you say. Colt looks at you a little disconcerted and his gaze travels from you to the bundle of clothes lying on his bed.
"Hmm... I don't know, he's got enough hair to get cold" he answers you hesitantly.
You roll your eyes as if what Colt had said was the biggest truism.
"I know he's a damn teddy bear, but if he was a real baby, he'd be cold" you replied.
Colt sighs tiredly, he was thinking how this task of taking care of a teddy bear as if it were a baby was too ridiculous, even more so knowing that it was supposed to have a sex education purpose.
"I took care of Falco when he was a baby, and I know a baby wouldn't be cold in today's temperature" he finally replies to you as he lies down on the bed next to the teddy bear wrapped in blankets. For your part, you settle thoughtfully into Colt's desk chair. He has a point, he's cared for at least one baby in his life, you haven't.
Your concentration is interrupted by Colt's light chuckle, when you raise your gaze to meet his eyes, you meet his gaze watching you between smirks.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing" he diverts his eyes to the ceiling keeping his lips spread.
"Colt..." you urge him intrigued.
Soon Colt sits back down emitting small giggles, which caused you frustration as you couldn't figure out what was so funny to the blond.
"I just think you're taking this misdirected assignment too seriously"
You raised an eyebrow uncomprehendingly, to which Colt seemed to understand.
"Come here" he says to you as he sits a little more to the center of the bed, leaving a clear space between his legs. You get up from the chair and sit in the middle of his legs, his arms wrap around your waist and you feel his head rest on your shoulder.
"I'm already here" you reply as you lean back against him.
"I see it" he smiles once again. "What I mean... Is the teachers don't understand that this assignment doesn't teach us anything about sex education, that's why I can't take it seriously. You shouldn't either, to be honest"
"You could at least explain to me your notions of how to take care of a baby."
"Maybe when we have one, you might even know more than I do" he tells you without thinking.
Silence fell in the room, you could feel Colt tense up and even without really seeing him, you knew his face had turned completely red.
You can't help yourself and you laugh, making Colt tense up even more.
"You say you want to start a family with me?" you speak softly as you turn to look at him. The blond keeps his face hidden in your shoulder. Seeing that he didn't respond to you, you leave little kisses on his temple.
Colt reacted to the encouragement and decided to finally raise his gaze to you.
"Well... yes"
Your gazes linger briefly and you give him a smile with closed lips, Colt returns the gesture almost immediately and places his lips gently on yours.
"I also like to think that someday I'll have a family with you" you speak again. "When I'm done with the damn studies"
Colt laughs at your complaints and kisses your neck making you laugh.
"Yeah, well. Let's stop taking care of this silly teddy, there's no point" you hear him say, you feel his hand caress your belly. "It's more interesting the part about how we should create a baby"
reiner: oh my can i just say waking up next to him would be the single best experience in the world? you’ll wake up to the warm feeling of his enveloped hug, slight stubble affectionately rubbing into your nape. his morning voice is really nice and gruffy too, whispering loving nothings and mornings into your ear. he’ll prop himself on an elbow to fondly gaze down at you, silently worshipping the one who stole his heart. he will definitely give you thousands of kisses too. and an extra one for good measure.
bertholdt: you’re usually the one who wakes up first, only to find bert in a completely insane position that he definitely did not sleep in at first. one time you found him flipped over, face by your feet and you almost kicked him in shock. you’ll gently shake him awake, nugding him quite harshly because boy justs sleeps so well <3 he’ll jolt awake, and, no matter how many times it happens, he’ll blush his head off in embarrassment.
annie: i headcanon annie to sleep very,, elegantly? like she doesn’t move much, and she’s quite quiet and a light sleeper at that. when you wake up, you’ll take notice of how absolutely ethereal she looks- it’s so early in the morning, how annie? you’ll brush some hair off her face to properly take a look at her. the sensations stir her up and she’ll peer those beautiful blue eyes at you. she’ll give you a loving smile that’s reserved just for you paired with a good morning kiss on the forehead.
zeke: oh zeke. he’ll usually be the first to wake up, peppering gentle kisses across your face to coax you up. his morning voice is also very very nice, it’s definitely something you would love to hear first thing in the morning. he’ll get up and ready while he tells you his plans for the day and asks you how you slept- he really loves to talk to you, since he’s a busy man. this is the precious time he has alone with you.
porco: this man sleeps like a fucking log, he won’t move and he’s just so hard to wake up. if he went to bed cuddling you, good luck waking him up. when you open your eyes, you’ll feel his comforting weight on you, hugging you tightly like a teddy bear. you can’t help but giggle when he does this, he’s just too cute. you have a secret though- the only way to wake him up, is to give his head tender pets and rubs. he begrudgingly told you it reminded him of his mother when he was a little boy. that’s a secret you’ll take to the grave. <3
pieck: baby girl is always sleeping so whether you guys are waking up from a full night’s rest or a quick nap, you’ll still find pieck clinging onto your waist when you wake up. she’s like a cat, when you give her head rubs, she’ll unconsiously snuggle into your body or shift around until she gets comfortable again. when she gets up, she’ll caress your face with both hands before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.
colt: (brb i love him) colt is a young man with many responsibilities on his plate, so you’ll typically find him being the first one to wake up. but when he does, he’ll spend a few moments to cuddle closer towards you. he likes to tuck his face in between your neck, it’s warm and nice. he’ll rub small circles with his thumb on your legs, stomach, arms, everywhere. when you wake up, he’ll immediately shoot up to say good morning, a goofy grin adorning his handsome face.
colt grice x reader; fluff; 4k words
summary: getting replaced doesn’t feel so great for falco
dedidcated to the anon who gave me this idea. hope you enjoy!
masterlist ~ replaced pt.1
“Who you texting?”
Colt twists his body to hide his phone from Falco, who is currently jumping up and down behind the sofa, “What do you need little man?”
Falco jumps over the edge to plop down next to his brother, “I’m bored.”
“I thought you were playing your game?”
“Yeah,” Falco whines, “but now I’m not.”
Colt had to repress his urge to roll his eyes. It was the beginning of summer and it seemed Falco had already run out of his summer bucket because almost every day this week he would pester Colt for attention.
Not that Colt didn’t love spending time with his brother, especially after being away at school for his freshman year, but he does wish he could get a minute to himself.
“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Gabi said that Reiner is taking her to the beach today.”
“Okay?”
“I wanna go to the beach today.”
Colt sighs, of course Falco already had a plan in mind., “Falco,” He begins, but then is distracted by the pinging of his phone.
“Who is it?” Falco jumps up trying to reach but is held back by one of Colt’s hands, “Is that the person you were talking to on the phone last night? You were being so loud!”
Colt flushes at the thought of anyone overhearing his conversation with you.
Not that it was too incriminating. More so a little sappy on his end, telling you all the ways he’s going to spend the summer with you. Taking you on picnic dates, walking through the park, going to movies.
But what can he do? He’s smitten with you.
It wasn’t that hard to fall for all your quirks and habits within the first hour of knowing you. Wrinkling your nose when you laughed, constantly wiping Falco’s ice cream covered mouth, and of course the smiles you kept sending his way.
Falco really was the best wingman for insisting you join them for ice cream.
And asking for your number on the way out the door was strictly for babysitting purposes, of course. But that didn’t stop him from texting you that night to make sure you were home safe.
It was simple after that. The continued messaging, afternoons spent entertaining Falco, long nights on the phone until one of you fell asleep.
And it culminates on his final evening before returning to school when you press your lips to his after Falco has long gone to bed.
Colt blushed and stammered for a moment, unsure what to do. Because as much as he daydreamed for this moment, he didn’t he would actually get it.
And just when you think you misread his signals, he pushes his lips back to yours, with such force it knocks you onto your back.
You giggle when he quickly pulls off, worried he hurt you. But you find his excitedness endearing and wrap a hand around his neck before pulling him down to kiss you some more.
And although Colt leaves the next day, the months to follow would be filled with as many texts, calls, and video chats a person could make in a single day. But now Colt is home and trying to get as much of you as he can.
The only problem is Falco being as pesky as he can be.
“Tell me who it is!”
“Go get your bathing suit on for the beach.”
Falco halts his movements, “Wait, really?”
“You don’t want to go anymore?” Colt raises an eyebrow. And with that Falco is like a bolt of lightning shooting up the stairs screaming about needing to find his sand toys.
Colt runs a hand through his hair, sighing at the thought of having to spend the day at the beach now. But looking down at your text, an idea pops into Colt’s head that might make the beach day a little less painful.
…
“There’s Gabi!” Falco is off running before Colt can tell him to stay by his side.
He’s already dumped his towel and backpack in the sand by the time Colt catches up.
Reiner is sitting beside Falco’s scattered belongings, “You get dragged to the beach too?”
Colt lays a towel out on the ground, “Only because someone else brought their cousin here.”
Reiner scoffs before returning his attention to his book.
Colt smiles at Falco and Gabi playing in the sand, the latter already throwing out orders to begin construction on a moat around the sandcastle.
Colt had tremendously missed his brother while away at school. Some might think it a little odd for his best friend to be his ten-year-old brother, but Colt couldn’t care less. Falco is such a kind and sweet kid that Colt would do anything for. The two of them could spend hours together and never get tired of one another.
While of course Colt couldn’t talk to his younger brother about certain things, it didn’t stop him from confiding in him most of the time. However, when it comes to you, Colt still is working on building up the courage.
Falco has never seen Colt in a relationship before, more so that Colt has never been in a relationship before. And tying in the fact that you’re Falco’s babysitter, he didn’t want to make things trickier than they already were.
You didn’t mind though. It wasn’t that hard to hide it from Falco after Colt had returned to school. And anytime Colt did call you while you were still with Falco, the younger boy was just excited to be able to talk to his two-favorite people at the same time.
But now that it’s summer both of you are trying to figure out a way to bring it up to Falco.
Colt smiles when he sees a text from you, letting him know you were on your way.
“Colt! Colt!” Falco runs up to him, kicking sand everywhere, “Gabi says she’s a faster swimmer than me, but I beat her last summer in a race and she said that it wouldn’t happen again, and we need you to be the judge!” He says all in one breath.
“Okay buddy, just give me a minute.” Colt holds up a finger, trying to answer your text.
“Colt! Now!” Falco stomps his foot in the sand.
“Why don’t you go to the water and I’ll meet you there?”
“When are you going to stop texting on your phone?” Falco whines.
Colt doesn’t have time to answer before he’s interrupted by Reiner, “I’ll judge you two Falco, and I’ll make sure Gabi doesn’t cheat.”
“You think Gabi is gonna cheat?”
“Not if I can help it.” Colt watches Falco sprint back to the water, Reiner following after him. He wants to enjoy his time with Falco but wants to make sure you’re here before he steps away from his phone.
Luckily, you text him that you just pulled into the parking lot. Double checking that Falco is still with Gabi and Reiner, Colt leaves the spot to find you at the beach entrance.
He’s momentarily stunned when he spots you coming towards him. Unsure if he’s ever seen this much of your skin exposed, and with the sunlight shining your hair looks even softer than usual.
You grin when you see him standing there, gaping like a fish out of water.
“Hi.”
He presses his lips to your cheek, “You’re gorgeous.”
You avert your eyes, laughing at his bluntness, “You’re not too bad yourself.” You’ve never seen Colt shirtless before, and the beads of sweat glistening on his chest aren’t helping you from wishing you could lick them off. But this is a family beach after all.
“C’mon.” Colt grabs your hand, “We have a spot close to the water.”
You follow Colt who has grabbed your bag with one hand and intertwines your fingers with his other.
“How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
You scoff teasingly, “I saw you the other night.” Not mention the two of you are in constant communication with Colt’s daily morning sunshine texts and nightly sweet dreams.
Colt doesn’t respond with anything more than a smile and a squeeze to your hands.
He leads you to a spot where several towels are laid out, before pulling the one you brought out to lay on the ground.
“Such a gentlemen.” You tease.
He grins and waves his hand with a flourish at the ground, “Anything else you’ll need? Water? Maybe sunscreen rubbed on your back?” He raises an eyebrow.
And it earns a laugh from you, his flirting that comes and goes in confidence. You’re about to take him up on his offer before you’re interrupted by someone shouting your name.
“___! What are you doing here?” Falco comes sprinting, his goggles that hang around his neck bouncing and hitting his face.
You smile at Falco, “Colt told me you would be here, so I decided to come too.”
“Colt did?” Falco looks at his brother before returning to you.
“He sure did! Told me that you two were going to have a beach day.” You kick off your sandals, “So what should we do first?”
You expected Falco to be overjoyed you would surprise him at the beach. You hadn’t seen him much since the summer started, but instead Falco donned an intense look of concentration, eyes flicking between you and Colt, “You were the one Colt was texting all day?”
You straighten, a little confused, eye’s briefly meeting Colt’s, “I guess I was.”
Falco stays silent for a moment before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the water, “Let me show you the hand stand I can do under water!”
Colt watches to the two of you run off, laughing at how you try to keep up with Falco’s speed. But his laugh dies in his throat when Falco throws a glare over his shoulder.
Colt is momentarily shocked, until he realizes Falco must have been squinting because of the bright sunlight.
However, Falco is off for the rest of the day. He clings to you in a way Colt’s never seen before. Dragging you along the shoreline, making you give him piggyback rides in the water, presenting you with the prettiest seashells he could find.
Colt wouldn’t think too much of it, except he feels that Falco is trying to purposely exclude him. Interrupting him any time he tries to speak to you, pulling you away if Colt comes near, even going so far to elbow Colt out of the way to sit near you while you’re all enjoying the cold lemonade you brought.
And Colt’s not the only one who notices. He and Reiner are standing back watching Falco and Gabi bury you in the sand.
“Someone’s a little possessive today.” Reiner side eyes Colt, who just shrugs in response, unsure how to answer because he’s not wrong, “I’d say you probably have some competition.”
Colt whips his head towards Reiner, feeling embarrassed to be called out but also slightly confused, “I, what?”
Reiner just laughs before calling out to his cousin, “Gabi! Time to go!”
There’s a cry of annoyance and pleading before Reiner has to go and drag Gabi to the water to clean off the sand.
Colt makes his way to you and Falco, the latter helping you out of the mountain of sand piled on top of you.
“I think I need to rinse off too.” You laugh, wiping at the bits stuck on your legs.
“Me too!” Falco jumps in, “Colt doesn’t have to though.”
You meet Colt’s eyes briefly, and you can see a quick flick of disappointment.
“I’ll start packing up then.” He says a little dejectedly.
Falco tugs on your hand, “Let’s go!” You spare a moment to glance over your shoulder with an apologetic look, but Colt has already turned back to the pile of towels and toys on the ground.
Falco jumps up and down in the water, trying to wash away all the sand on his body.
“Did you have fun today?” You ask while rubbing water onto your arms.
“Yeah!” Falco enthusiastically nods his head, “We should go to the beach every day.”
You laugh at his excitement, “We’ll have to ask Colt, but maybe once a week?”
“Or you and I could just go? Colt’s not my babysitter anymore.”
“But I thought we liked hanging out with Colt?”
Falco shrugs, “I guess.” You purse your lips, about to press further but Falco interrupts you, “I’ll race you back to the beach!” And then he’s off.
You chase after him until you both reach Colt, who is standing with two towels in hand for each of you to wrap yourselves in before heading back to the parking lot. Gabi complains most of the way back about having to go home, even though Reiner reminds her of her softball practice later tonight.
When the group reaches the parking lot Gabi quickly pulls Falco to the side to show him her new game she has while you watch Colt load up the car, admiring how his arms flex while lifting the bags into the trunk.
“So, you two doing anything tonight?”
“Falco has been talking about some new superhero movie he wants to watch, probably will get him a pizza to distract him from the sunburn I know he’s going to feel later.”
You laugh at Colt’s muttering, knowing how he pestered Falco all afternoon to reapply sunscreen, “You have room for a third?”
Colt blushes slightly, always a little shy when you’re forward with your affection and interest in him.
“For you?” He grabs you hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, “Of course.”
You smile, feeling your own face heat up, “Want me to pick up the pizza?”
“You don’t have to do that, I can just order one.”
“Don’t worry.” Throwing a look over your shoulder you see Falco is still preoccupied with Gabi and Reiner, leaning in you place a quick kiss on the corner of Colt’s mouth, “Maybe tonight we can talk to Falco too? He seemed a little off today, it might help?” Thinking back to his behavior and earlier conversation.
Colt’s eyes widen slightly, “You sure?” He knew that it was something the two of you had talked about but hearing that you were truly ready to be open about your relationship, especially with Falco, had his heart fluttering.
You nod, “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Cool. Great.” Colt nervously rubs the back of his neck, “I’ll see you then.”
You fondly roll your eyes, before giving his hand a quick squeeze and head to your car.
Colt leans against the side of his car, watching to make sure you safely get to your car. And if he appreciates the view of you walking away, well that’s between him and himself.
“Did ___ leave already?”
Colt turns to see Falco standing beside him.
“Yeah.”
Falco’s eyebrow furrow, “But she didn’t say bye to me.”
“Well, she’s going to come by later tonight, so you’ll see her then.” Falco’s expression doesn’t change, still staring at Colt with his questioning eyes, “C’mon. Let’s get in the car.” Colt pats his shoulder.
“Okay.” He answers a dejectedly, before climbing into the back seat. He’s silent for most of the ride home, only giving Colt one-word answers and staring out the window.
“Did you have fun at the beach today?”
“I guess.” Colt can see Falco cross his arms and frown in the rearview mirror. It had been Falco’s idea, to go to the beach, had even begged for it, so Colt isn’t sure where the day went wrong.
Colt pulls into the driveway, “If you want, we can order a pizza and ___ can come over to watch a movie with us?”
“Is ___ your girlfriend?”
Colt freezes, unused to Falco’s abruptness. “Why would you think that?”
“Gabi says that when Reiner is texting someone all day it’s because they’re dating, which is what you and ___ were doing! And I don’t want her to be your girlfriend!”
Colt is left awkwardly speechless, unsure of how to answer, “Well I wouldn’t say she’s my girlfriend.” Which Colt mentally slaps himself since the plan was to tell Falco that’s exactly what you were tonight.
“But Gabi says that if you text someone all day that means you like them!”
“Falco, do you like ___?” Colt asks gently.
“What! No! I like Gabi!” Immediately blushing for shouting out his secret. Not that it’s that much of a surprise to Colt.
“Then what’s so wrong if I like ___?”
“Because if ___ likes you better than me, then she’ll just leave with you and I’ll be here all alone again!” Falco quickly unbuckles his seatbelt before jumping out of the car and sprinting into the house.
Colt’s heart shatters. He knew that it hurt Falco when he left for school, but he seemed so much better during winter break, although Colt supposes that was because he had you now.
And while at first it tested Colt’s nerves to know how easily replaced he had been, it actually made him feel so much better knowing that Falco had you looking out for him. And it’s clear how much Falco has taken to you. Hanging on your every word, trying to always make you smile, he thinks the world of you.
And now he’s worried he’ll lose you like he lost Colt? But he didn’t lose Colt, could never lose his older brother, but it’s clear Colt hasn’t been doing a good job showing that.
Colt follows Falco inside, not bothering to unload the car. He heard a door slam upstairs before silence. Making his way up to Falco’s door he gently knocks, the sound of sniffling coming from the other side.
“Go away!”
“Falco, I just want to talk.” Colt hears something muttered from the other side of the door, “I’m going to come in, okay?” He turns the doorknob, and after waiting a second pushes the door open.
Colt didn’t think is heart could take any more pain, but the sight of Falco thrown onto the bed, head buried into the pillow, stomps whatever’s left into pieces.
“I said go away.” Falco muffles.
Colt slowly approaches the bed, taking a seat on the edge. He runs a hand on Falco’s back, trying to soothe his shoulders as they shake with his hiccups and quiet cries.
“Have I ever told you about the day you were born?” Falco doesn’t respond more than a sniffle, “Uncle Grice picked me up from school instead of dad that day and took me to the hospital because you had come into the world that morning.”
“And I’ll never forget when mom let me climb up onto the bed she was on, and you were in her arms. She even let me hold you.” Colt smiles thinking about how astounded his ten-year-old brain was, unable to comprehend that the tiny bundle of blankets held his new brother, “And do you know what I said to you?”
Falco peeks his head up from under out of his elbow, “What?”
“Well first you started crying. And it scared the shit out of me.” Colt smiles when Falco’s eyes widen from his cursing, “And mom took you back to calm you down, but I was able to look over her shoulder to tell you it was going to be okay.” Colt began running his fingers through Falco’s hair, similar to that day ten years ago, “And that your big brother is always going to be with you.” Colt pauses when Falco’s eyes fill with tears again, “I know it sucks that I’m so far away from you now, but I’ll always be your big brother, and I’ll always be there for you.”
“I missed you.” Falco whispers.
“I missed you too.”
Falco jumps up and wraps his arms around Colt’s neck, burying his head into the crook of Colt’s shoulder. And Colt has to hold back his own tears at this point, as he continues to rub Falco’s back.
“Hey Colt?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we still get pizza?”
Colt lets out an unexpected laugh, “Yeah buddy, we can still get pizza.”
Falco pulls back, “And can ___ come over too?”
“You still want her too?” Falco nods, “Then of course she’ll come over. How about you shower off all the sand and then we can have pizza?”
“Okay!” Falco jumps up, already ripping his shirt off and stumbling over the toys on the ground. But he pauses before he reaches the door, turning with a solemn look on his face “Hey Colt?”
“Yeah Falco?”
“I think it’s okay if you and ___ are boyfriend and girlfriend. As long as she is still gonna be my babysitter.”
Colt laughs, “I think that sounds fair.”
…
You let yourself into the Grice home, “Hello! Anyone order a pizza?”
You can hear the fast sprinting of feet coming down the stairs, “___! You’re here!”
“Hi buddy!” You balance the pizza box in one hand, other arm outstretched preparing for Falco to slam into you, which is exactly what he does. Falco seems to be in a much better mood than from what you expected after receiving somewhat worrying texts from Colt.
“Colt said we can watch a movie and eat the pizza on the couch! Can I pick the movie?”
“Well Falco, I think it’s only fair that the underwater handstand champion gets to pick the movie for the night, don’t you?” Falco vigorously nods his head, “How about you go get some plates and napkins from the kitchen?”
“Okay!” Falco zooms into the next room and you can hear the clatter of dishware.
Smiling to yourself you set down the pizza on the coffee table before heading upstairs running into Colt exiting his room.
He grins when he sees you, “Hey, I thought I heard Falco yelling down there. Figured you must have been here.” Colt wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer.
“He seems to be in a much better mood than what you said earlier.” Your fingers trace the collar of his shirt, thinking of the somewhat worrying texts you had received.
“Yeah, we talked, and I think he’s going to be okay.”
You press a kiss to his lips, “Such a good big brother.” And like always, Colt’s cheeks redden at your praise. But the moment is interrupted by shouts coming from the floor below.
“Hey!” Falco shouts, “When can we start the movie?”
“Just a minute Falco!” Colt sighs and rests his forehead against yours.
You giggle, extracting yourself from his hold before pulling him down the stairs with you.
“You can sit next to me.” Falco pats the spot on the end of the couch.
You head over and plop down in the spot Falco saved, “I think this is the best seat in the house.”
Falco smiles and nods, agreeing with you, “And Colt can sit here.” He points to the left of him that’s been left open.
“Thanks buddy. Did you save me any pizza?” Colt nods to the plate in Falco’s lap that’s piled with so many slices that both you and Colt know he won’t finish.
You laugh behind your hand while Falco explains he needs the energy after swimming all day.
Halfway through the movie, a fully stuffed Falco falls asleep, his head on your lap and legs sprawled out over Colt’s knees. You look up from running your fingers through Falco’s hair to see Colt already gazing at you.
You shoot him a smile which he returns, before he wraps a hand around your shoulders, pulling you close to press a kiss to the top of your head. You nuzzle your head against his chest, turning your attention back to the movie.
Yeah, there’s no way you would ever be able to pick between these two.
Is inbox really open?? 🥰 If so can i have sfw (and maybe nsfw too if u want 🥵) headcanons for Colt Grice x deaf female reader? Like, she can still use her voice because she lost her hearing later in life, but sometimes she struggles soshe uses sign language?? How would colt act?? There isn't enough stuff written for him 🥺
Yes it is, and I’m really happy you send in a request!! 💕
This is such a good and cute idea omg 🥺🥺
Some smutty headcanons are under the cut!
SFW
Colt knew a bit of sign language already before he met you, having learned from a deaf soldier he fought alongside.
When he meets you, he immediately notices how cute your voice is, especially when it quivers at a word you struggle with. When you started signing as you got excited, he realized he had a lot more to learn.
Colt is a quick learner. He pays close attention when you show him new signs, and you can tell he puts in a lot of effort.
Later on he still mistakes signs as normal motions now and then. Like when you signed ‘peach’ regarding the filling of a pastry, he thought your cheek was itchy.
When you have a day where you’re struggling more than usual, Colt helps you as much as he can. If you want, he’ll translate your signing to others all day so you can let your voice rest.
He finds it incredibly cute when you think you’re whispering but you’re actually talking pretty loudly. He only tells you when the two of you are out, when inside the house he just listens to you ranting to yourself.
If an argument arises, Colt gets flustered easily and messes up his signing. The only thing he can remember is ‘sorry’ at those moments, rubbing his fist to his chest over and over again.
Colt sings under the shower, and you get sad sometimes that you can’t hear how awful it is. When you do, Colt signs like he’s drunk while he sings so you can enjoy the awfulness in that way.
He’s the type to say it out loud when you sign to him ‘I want to go home’.
He’s also a big snitch in the way that if someone talks behind your back, he’ll instantly translate every little whisper to you.
Colt wants to protect you from all the inconsiderate idiots that walk this world, but he also respects that you’re a grown woman who can handle herself. In confrontations he’ll always be by your side if you allow it, but only as support.
NSFW
During sex, Colt lays your hand on his chest so you can feel the vibrations of all the sounds he’s making for you.
He loves all the little noises you make, so pure and uncontrolled.
Colt definitely makes it hard to speak with the way he thrusts into you. When you get stuck on your words, he’ll slow down slightly so you can sign.
He turns soooo red when you sign him dirty things in public. He’ll look around, anxious about the small chance someone else understands. If you sign to him ‘have a quickie?’ from across the room, he’ll come running.
summary: in which you and colt share a loving dance together at the end of the day.
a/n: i know colt stans are missing him all day, every day so i whipped up this piece for us
up above, the stars twinkled softy: a telltale sign that the day was coming to an end. streets were emptying out and the lamps were now illuminating the pathways of liberio. falco had completed his homework and was now sleeping soundly, the dishes were washed, the floor was swept, all that was left was for you and colt to head to bed.
but colt had an idea.
just as you were about to climb onto your shared mattress, you felt a warm hand softly grab your wrist. nimble fingers wrapped themselves around, pulling you back towards the blonde’s chest.
“dance with me, darling.” he smile sparkled.
you giggled into colt’s chest, hands wrapping around his neck and his landed on your waist.
“of course, my love.” you returned the grin.
the music from his parent’s old radio softly played through the air, creating a quiet, but lively atmosphere that you and him basked in. cautiously, yet carelessly as well, the two of you swayed step by step, reciting a dance neither of you knew. colt almost stepped on your foot, making you giggle at his profuse apologies.
peace and tranquility filled the small room. your hand layed flat on his beating chest, a rhythm that you lived to learn was your sanctuary. when his heart beated, you felt alive as well. the man holding you in his arms was a living sign that you’ve found the one. the one you wanted- no, needed to spend the rest of your life with.
colt’s chin pressed atop your head, peppering small kisses on your hair every now and then.
“what are you thinking about hm?” he mumbles.
“you.“ you respond sweetly.
colt blushes, an evident smile blooming on his handsome face.
a/n: there is a huge lack of colt writings on this site omg,, this is my contribution bc i absolutely love love him <3 roughly based on episode 61: ‘midnight train’, no major spoilers tho!
warnings: very slight suggestive talk from galliard?? is that even a warning??
today, liberio’s atmosphere was vibrant, elevated and buzzing with excitement. everyone was waiting anxiously to reunite with their loved ones after a persistent four year war.
you were the same, jittering in your spot with eagerness. you have been counting the days until you would finally be able to see colt again. it’s been far too long. the days felt different without him; they felt longer, darker and more dreadful than ever.
“y/n!“
lost in your thoughts, you surprisingly whipped your head at the young voice: “falco!” you gleamed, meeting his quick steps half way. you two collided in a warm hug, all your love pouring into the young boy. you were incredibly proud of falco, he was almost a copy of colt.
...colt, where is he? falco eyes glimmered up at you, “falco, where’s your brother?” you asked.
his eyes faltered, an embarrassed smile creeping up on his face. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “falco?” you timidly said.
a few metres away, a man slurred his words, his arm slunged around the shoulder of a man who you recognized as galliard. colt introduced you to him as his significant other, and you’re fairly certain that you heard him make a comment along the lines of ‘you hit the jackpot.’ or ‘let me join one night’. colt couldn’t look you in the eyes after that, mumbling apologies every other minute.
speaking of incoherent mumbling, you heard the man speak up, “gabi, could you please tone it down?”. you and falco shared a look, before you grabbed his hand and ran up to the blonde warrior.
“colt!“ you shouted, not letting go of falco’s hand.
“y/n?” he squinted until his blurry mind was able to make out the sight of his brother and his lover running towards him. woah, he thought, you appeared even more attractive than the last time he saw you. he felt his cheeks heat up and his head go dizzy before slumping against galliard’s body. hand shooting up to cusp his head in pain.
“woah there, lover boy.” galliard teased, sending you a greeting nod. you went to support colt’s left side, sending galliard a soft smile in return.
“you should’ve known you couldn’t hold your booze“, his voice turning into a sudden serious tone.
“it’s embarrasing in front of them“, he gave you a wicked grin. you couldn’t help but chuckle. colt just groaned.
“y/n, darling, im sorry this is how i look after being away from you for so long.” he said with apologetic, or as pieck would say: puppy-dog eyes. you took a good look at him. usual tidy blonde hair, was dishelvied from a long night of celebration and cheers. hazel eyes tinted pink, glossed with fatigue and stress, but you knew, that this was your colt. the colt you’ve been anticipating the days to see. the colt you loved.
you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “let’s go home,” you said, “we’ve all been waiting for you two”. you glanced at falco, who was already gazing in the direction of his home. with a quick “i got it”, you took colt into your own arms, waved goodbye to galliard, and walked him home. falco followed behind, placing a quick hand to support his brother’s back.
after all the joyful greetings and tears of happiness, falco went to hang out with udo and zofia, and colt had settled into his bed. within minutes, his head slumped against the cushion pillow and soft snores left his mouth. you sat down, peering at him with a gentle smile while your hands traced his smooth skin.
