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666lola666 · 18 hours ago

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im a little bit slow and it just accrued to me that I read all your fanfiction on ao3 (I actually read few of them two or three times, they are so good I couldn't help myself) so hi! big fan over here, you're doing god's work for real🩷

a smol prickcest ficlet inspired by @sleepylotus137 's prompt the other day!! Summary: Prime is hurt after coming back from a solo mission and Rick patches him up. Rated: T tw: blood, injury

Rick jumped as he heard the muffled slam of the front door all the way from the basement. Instantly, his stomach twisted with nerves as his heart began beating against his chest. That didn’t sound good. Prime had left earlier to run a few errands, insisting that Rick stay at the apartment. He’d already felt apprehensive suspicion when Prime told him he wasn’t needed-- they always went together. If there was a reason Prime didn’t want him coming along, it was because there was some shady shit going on. Prime wasn’t sneaky and Rick wasn’t stupid. He quickly set the beaker full of neon green fluid on the worktop and made his way up the stairs, where he could hear Prime taking his aggression out on the furniture, swearing loudly in Spanish.

“Hijo de tu pinche madre, métete conmigo y verás lo que te pasa!”*

There was a trail of bloody spots leading into the kitchen where he found Prime, leaning over the sink of the kitchenette, clutching his side as he rinsed blood off his face. Rick quickly took in the way Prime was shaking uncontrollably. His jacket had been torn in several places, but the worst of it was on the left side that was wet and dark red. His fingers that were staunching the bloody injury on his side were stained with fresh red.

“W-what the fuck happened!?” Rick hurried over, his mind spiraling into theories and possibilities of the worst case scenario. Prime was in a foul mood and he didn’t want to get too close and aggravate him further, but the amount of blood that was pooling on the floor was worrying him.

“Nothing.” Prime bit out through gritted teeth. “Fucking filthy bitch fuckers think they can fuck with me.” He trailed off muttering more insults under his breath as the water ran over his swollen hand, bruised and angry. “Made sure they won’t fucking to do that again though. See if they can pull some fucked shit from beyond the fucking grave.”

“What happened to the--”

“They tried to fucking undercut me.” Prime snapped, “Fucking Yarzik fuckers can’t tell the difference between quantity and quality.”

“T-take your jacket off-- let me see--”

“I don’t need help-- this is--” Prime swore loudly as a fresh gush of warm blood spilled over his fingers and he groaned in pain. “Fuck me, this fucking blows.”

“Don’t be fucking stupid! Take your jacket off now so I can see.” Rick ordered, moving in closer to help. Prime grudgingly acquiesced letting Rick pull his zipper down. He hissed as the fabric rubbed against the open wound and began trembling again.

They managed to get the torn jacket off, dropping it on the floor where it fell to a crumpled heap. Prime’s long sleeved shirt was completely soaked through with blood that Rick could smell the coppery scent. With as much blood as Prime was losing, it would be unwise to try and pull the shirt off in case the wound opened up further. Rick grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and began cutting through the shirt so he could see the damage. A laser bullet had taken a good chunk out of the side of Prime’s rib, miraculously missing vital organs and bone. It had been too close though, one centimeter over and it would have pierced his left lung. It was bad, but it could have been much worse. Rick knew basic first aid but he never imagined he’d have to dabble in medical surgery until he found himself teaming up with Prime. The nearest alien hospital was at least 15 parsecs away so they’d become accustomed to patching each other up after adventures.

“Stitches-- ten maybe.” Rick assessed, thinking quickly. His finger tapped against his knee as he remembered that they’d run out of anesthetic. He considered making it from scratch but it would take far too much time. Rick looked around and spied the bottle of tequila they’d been drinking the night before sitting on the small table that doubled up as a cluttered desk and dining space.

“Here, drink this.” He reached up and grabbed the bottle off the table and pressed it into Prime’s hand that wasn’t injured. “You’re gonna-- you’re gonna need it.”

He hurried into the bathroom, pulling out the medikit and located a few bottles of healing ointment. When he came back with his arms full, Prime was sitting on the floor slumped against the cabinets breathing in deeply.

“Y-you ready?” Rick asked while he fished out some cotton pads and unscrewed the cap on a bottle of distilled water. “Let me see the-- the wound.”

Prime slowly removed his hand and his palm came away slicked with sticky crimson. At least the blood was beginning to coagulate a little bit. The area needing critical medical attention looked dark and mangled, bits of burnt flesh had curled back from the heat and force of the bullet. Blood was drying in various states; matte, sticky and wet as it was exposed to oxygen. Rick swallowed a little, feeling some revulsion, but he poured out some of the water onto the cotton pad.

“Just-- just gonna clean it up a little okay?”

Prime jerked his head in a get on with it sort of way, jaw clenched hard. Rick took a deep breath and with a steady hand that belied his nerves, he began dabbing at the area gently, trying to clear away some of the blood. The white cotton bloomed with red, soaking up the blood easily. Prime twitched and took a few long swallows of the tequila, wincing a little. Rick went through seven cotton pads before he deemed the area clear enough. The blood had slowed to a trickle but the wound still looked raw and angry.

“This is going to sting.” Rick took another pad and poured some hydrogen peroxide on it. “Ready?”

“Just--,” Prime sucked in a breath,”Just fuckin’ get it over with.”

“Okay.” He started cleaning out the wound, sanitizing the area, placing one hand on Prime’s thigh soothingly as he felt his partner jolt with every cool swipe. Prime started breathing heavily again through his teeth, his abdominal muscles clenching and flexing in an effort to keep still.

“D-drink more tequila.” Rick urged,”I’m-- I’m almost done.”

Rick reached for a spool of surgical thread and a sharp needle, threading it with slightly shaky hands. He’d stitched himself up before, but it was the first time he’d be doing this on another person. He swallowed and looked up at Prime whose face was rapidly draining of colour as he leaned against the cabinets, face tilted towards the ceiling.

He scooted closer, needle in hand and bit his lip. Rick’s heart was drumming an erratic beat and he was suddenly overcome with nerves. He willed his heart to stop beating so furiously so that he could make the first incision.

“I’m-- I’m going in, okay?”

His fingers gripping the needle felt sweaty and he nearly lost his grip as it slid between his fingers. The needle drew closer to Prime’s wounded skin. Rick cursed himself for losing his nerve a little when Prime was the one in pain, needing medical attention stat. The longer the wound was exposed to air, the chances of pathogens infecting the wound would become infinitely higher. Rick had to work quickly. Steeling himself, Rick poked the needle through Prime’s skin. Immediately, Prime let out a choked cry, pressing the mouth of the bottle to his lips, fingers tightening around the glass neck as he took three large gulps. He knew without anesthetic that the stitching had to hurt.

Rick tried to work quickly, listening to Prime’s stifled whimpers, praying feverishly for the moment to pass swiftly. The needle weaved through inflamed skin, closing the mangled hole with neat stitches. Prime’s body began another round of involuntary tremors, muscles flexing and rippling. He could see the white knuckle grip that Prime had on the glass bottle, his lips twisted into a snarl of pain. A bead of sweat trickled into Rick’s hairline as he concentrated on the last three stitches. Almost there…

When Rick finally clipped the surgical thread off the small knot, they both sat back and breathed a sigh of intense relief. Rick pressed a hand to his hair, wiping away the sweat and letting his hands tremble with excess energy and adrenaline. They both looked around the apartment and let out a shaky laugh at the blood smeared across the kitchen cabinets and on the floor. It looked like a crime scene.

“You did so good.” Rick rubbed the side of Prime’s arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

“Shut up, you act like it’s my first time going to the hospital or some shit.” But Prime couldn’t hide the way tension had slipped out of his neck and shoulders. He went to lean forward to pick up one of the large bandages in the medikit but Rick grabbed his hand.

“Hey-- let me do it. You’re hurt-- you-- you shouldn’t be moving around like that. If you rip your stitches you’re going to be stitching yourself up next time.”

“You’re treating me like a little bitch.” Prime grumbled but relented anyway, allowing Rick to rip open the packet for him. Rick unscrewed the pot of healing ointment, designed to speed up the healing process, and dipped his fingers into the cream. He hissed as Rick covered the sensitive raw skin with the healing cream before placing the bandage on top. He finished up by pressing in lightly with his fingers to make sure the bandage would stay on.

“Can you stand?” Rick asked, getting to his knees and wiping his fingers off with sanitation wipes. Prime let out a grunt of assent, making to get up but groaned as the action sent twinges of intense pain to the recently closed wound on his ribs. He pressed hand into his side, making sure the stitches wouldn’t come loose.

“Here, hold still. There you go, I got you.” Rick leaned down and wrapped an arm around his twin, making sure to avoid the wounded area, supporting him as he got on to his feet. They slowly made their way over to the bed and Rick helped Prime lie down, propping him up against the pillows.

“Thanks.” Prime muttered, rubbing his arm. “You-- you didn’t have to do all this.”

“You shut up.” Rick frowned and crossed his arms. “Of course I’m going to take care of you I--” He coughed as his cheeks pinkened. “I’m gonna get you an ice pack for your-- for your hand.”

Prime stared at Rick’s retreating back as he turned to walk out of the room, wondering what his twin had been about to say. He lay against the pillow, his hand unconsciously drifting towards the bandaged area, rubbing on it lightly and pressing down. He’d watched Rick’s work. It was pretty good considering it had been his first time. Rick worked well under pressure-- a trait that he admired in him. They both did. It was what made them so good at working with each other. Prime pressed down a little harder than he should have and jerked when pain raced across his flesh. The sensation made him laugh a little. Pain was a funny feeling. It reminded him what it was like to be alive.

“What’s so funny?” Rick walked in holding an ice pack and a bottle of water.

“Your face.”

“It’s the same as yours, dipshit. Go look in the mirror.” Rick sat down on the bed and passed him the ice pack. “I got some pain meds and an energy bar if you want it… I think we should talk about what happened today.”

“God, no. Are you serious?” Prime groaned slapping a hand over his face, “We’re not talking about our feelings like little girls at a slumber party or whatever.”

“I’m saying,” Rick continued, ignoring Prime’s theatrics, ”I still think I should have gone with you today.”

“No. It’s-- It’s too dangerous for you.”

“You can’t make that decision for me.”

“Then you need to be a better shot, if you want to cover me in the field.” Prime jabbed his finger at Rick, “Your shots suck worse than a broken vacuum cleaner.”

“They-- it’s not that bad!” Rick’s cheeks flushed. “The fucking blaster jammed last time-- you designed that blaster. That would never happen with my tech.”

“You missed a headshot from 15 feet away last week-- I saw you.” Prime rolled his eyes. “There’s no way I’m gonna bring you. It’d be like bringing a rubber band slingshot to a gunfight. Totally fucking useless.”

“I’m going to rip your stitches open.”

“Try me, bitch. I’ll still fight you off one handed.” Prime raised his hand in a mock martial arts move. “Hi-yah, motherfucker.”

“God, do you know how insufferable you are sometimes? Eat your fucking energy bar. I’m gonna go clean up the blood before it’s impossible to remove.” Rick tossed a small rectangle into Prime’s lap and made to stand up.

“Wait--” Prime caught the tail of Rick’s lab coat.

“What?”

“I’ll… I’ll teach you how to shoot better. Tomorrow.”

“…Sounds good.” Rick smiled. -------

*Son of a bitch, fuck with me and see what happens my prickcest fic collection on ao3!!!! <33

#im obssesed #with #prickcest #my friends are so tired of me #honestly some days i wish i could write good fanfiction but i just don't have it in me #its easier to draw for me #also english is not my first language #so my writing is clunky af #in notes app ofc

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666lola666 · 18 hours ago

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oh god, I'm gonna throw up from tragedy of it all, my heart is about to burst out of my chest, I can't😭

Problem Solved

Summary: Rick comes up with an unlikely(?) solution that settles the decision of choosing Prime or Diane. Rating: T

DISCLAIMER//NOTES: This fic was never meant to published or shared and thus it's in a permanent state of work in progress-- this fic was supposed to be part of Bad Habit, but it never made the cut :') but with the upcoming hype around S7, I wanted to share this for anyone who might be interested in reading my delulu thoughts ><

Dedicated to @cyanichexanthine for encouraging me to share this and supporting this silly fic <3

Blue light washed over pale skin, edges of bone and muscle defined by deep shadows in the artificial light.

“Take care of him for me…”

A shaky hand stroked down a smooth cheek.

“Be good to him.”

The hum of machinery buzzed lowly in the background as a monitor counted out a steady, stable pulse.

“Love him better than I ever could.”

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When Prime woke up the next morning to cold empty sheets, he wasn’t surprised. Disappointed and lonely maybe, but not surprised. Out of habit, his hand came up to rub the scar on his ribs, feeling the tender healed skin and remembering the way Rick had kissed him there the night before.

There was a strange knot brewing in his chest, gnawing and burrowing at the cage of bones surrounding his heart. Prime was feeling a lot of things as he sat up, but mostly he felt a cold realization that things were truly changing between them. The sex had been bittersweet, tender and heated in the moments that passed far too quickly but it was a mockery of the connection and passion they had shared together in the past.

He didn’t believe in fate, but whatever it was, he clearly felt the divide in the path that they walked together. Prime felt with absolute certainty that Rick was now walking down a path that did not include him and it brought out a desperation that Prime didn’t even know he was capable of feeling. He had been so certain that Rick would choose him— how could he not? He’d seen their future together. He could feel it in his mind so tangibly that it had become real. All of that was swirling away like bath water into a drain and Prime was left feeling cold and alone.

Anger swept over his body and he snatched the half pack of cigarettes from the makeshift bedside table, lighting one and smoking it in mutinous silence. This right here was why he never got attached to anything or anyone. He knew he’d fucked up when he found himself starting to rely on Rick. The worst part was that it had felt so easy and natural. They were so in tune with one another that they didn’t even need words. They’d just known what the other needed. He’d never known what that level of comfort and understanding was like and it was all consuming. Prime had gotten himself hopelessly addicted. He felt safe in the knowledge thinking that Rick had felt the same way. He knew Rick had felt the same way. He saw it in his eyes and felt it in his body. And yet, Rick was the one pulling away so easily for someone who didn’t even inspire him to be the best version of himself and it made Prime burn. It would have been better for the both of them had he left Rick to fuck up his life on his own, but he couldn’t. He saw the same haunted look in Rick’s eyes and to Prime, it was a cry for help.

As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, Prime found himself wondering and poring over every moment that led to this point. Was there any point in time he could have prevented the rift between them? He thought about the day they’d decided to go to Shoney’s for breakfast. How small and insignificant that choice had seemed at the time. It had been a toss up between Shoney’s and some no name diner on the corner of Main and 3rd. He imagined if Diane hadn’t been on shift that day. Would it have been another waitress that stole Rick’s heart? He should have ripped up that receipt when he had the chance. For not the first or last time, Prime idly considered wiping Diane’s existence off the face of the Earth, wondering if that would make a difference at all. With that thought, he crushed the butt of the cigarette out in a makeshift ashtray and got out of bed.

After Rick stabilized portal fluid, he hadn’t been back to the lab very often. Long gone were the days they used to spend holed up on this distant moon and the stretch of days enclosed in the ship as they traveled to and from Earth. The absence of the extra body only served to make the modest apartment feel bigger, emptier and quieter. Prime glanced at the small square table where they’d shared countless meals and hours plotting out schemes and problems. Now the table was littered with loose leaf from Prime’s research on time travel and there was virtually nothing to show that his twin had occupied the space at all.

He glared at the table as if it caused him great offense. He didn’t need Rick. If anything Rick needed him. The lie made him laugh quietly. He’d existed on his own just fine until he met Rick, now everything seemed determined to remind him of what he longed for the most. Irritation at his human weakness caused a surge of spite to rush through his veins and Prime decided to throw himself into his work. If Rick didn’t want to make a choice, Prime would make that decision for him.

For one week Prime barely slept as he kept his hands and mind busy with completing the time machine modelled after the portal gun they designed together. He had to keep himself busy otherwise he’d find himself stalking the house at all hours of the day and Rick had expressly banned him from doing that. There was one thought in his mind that he kept coming back to in the late hours of the night as he worked through the final equations, a feverish, desperate thought that maybe he could use the time gun to correct their timeline.

Even though he had been determined to avoid thinking about Rick, Prime couldn’t help but keep one eye on the portal gun log that sat open in the basement though. Partly because he was curious to know where Rick was traveling to but mostly to keep tabs on his partner. The last entry had coordinates marked for Rick’s home and it hadn’t changed from one week ago. Usually Rick would call or text to let him know if he was planning on coming over, but Prime’s phone remained silent. He refused to call or text Rick first and spite alone drove him to work like a madman.

In an effort to drown his thoughts and feelings, Prime had started to feel numb. He hadn’t even felt half as satisfied when he’d completed the time gun even though he’d been working on this project for a little over two years. The time gun sat in front of him and Prime could barely even look at it. When Rick had perfected portal travel, they’d gone out and celebrated, partying hard and getting completely sloshed. The elation of success could hardly be contained as they kissed each other on the mouth and cheeks stained with alcohol all night, proud of their accomplishment. It had been a great night. They used the portal gun extensively, traveling to all their favourite planets and a few more new ones. It was thrilling to be able to make trips to places that would have otherwise taken days. They kissed for every successful portal opened and closed. When they got home late the next day, they’d fallen into Prime’s bed and made slow, achingly sweet love until they fell asleep bathed in starlight.

The loud buzz of his phone vibrating against the worktop jolted him out of his thoughts and he checked the caller ID. As if Rick had sensed his thoughts, the call was coming from Rick’s home phone. Usually, Rick would call him directly from a private number. Something about this call felt strange.

“Hello?” He answered guardedly.

There was silence on the other end.

“… Rick?” A familiar soft voice asked in a strange tone. “Is… is that you? Honey— where are you? Are you okay? Who's… whose number is this? Please come back home. If this is about what happened last week… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I just want you to come home… please.”

Prime’s fingers gripped his phone tightly, trying to make sense of the call. Rick wasn’t at home? His eyes flicked over to the portal log but the coordinates hadn’t been updated. He wanted to feel smug about the fact that there was conflict between Rick and Diane but worry overwhelmed any satisfaction he felt.

“I’ll… I‘ll be home soon.” Prime said in a strained voice and hung up. It was better to keep the conversation short and sweet. The longer he had to hear her voice, the more nauseated he felt.

He pushed a shaky hand through his hair and tried to rally the facts in his head. If Diane didn’t even know where Rick was, it must be quite serious. He must’ve been missing for days for her to be this worried.

Prime grabbed his portal gun sitting on the other side of the workbench and punched in the coordinates to Rick’s last known location.

When he stepped into the garage, the first thing he noticed was that everything was neat and tidy as if it had been untouched for days. Rick worked like a whirlwind, papers scattered, equipment strewn everywhere in the process of building something. Prime was the same way. The spotless workbench gave Prime a strange sense of anxiety. It wasn’t normal.

The garage felt warm. Unusually so. Getting on his hands and knees, Prime felt warm concrete under his fingers. His keen eyes picked up a place on the floor where dust had been disturbed. There was a faint outline of a trapdoor, so thin you would have missed it. A laser scanner emerged as Prime approached and as he placed his hand on it, the trapdoor slid open silently revealing metal rungs of a ladder that extended deep underground.

As Prime made his way down into the darkness, the air became warmer and he could smell the stale smoke of cigarettes and marijuana. The short corridor opened up into a larger room cramped with machinery, cables and tubing feeding into one large glass tube. What available wallspace was completely covered in drafts and papers documenting research and tracking progress. It looked like he wasn’t the only one who’d been busy. His gaze fell on Rick who was bent over, embracing someone whose face he couldn’t see. Angry jealousy surged through his body. He drew his laser pistol.

“What the fuck is this?”

Rick turned around slowly and Prime saw how exhausted Rick looked. His eyes were rimmed with red and there were deep shadows. They could barely focus as they took him in. Prime’s gaze dropped to the man standing behind Rick and his eyes widened.

“You— you cloned yourself? You… you made a successful clone?” He couldn’t help but add on in slight admiration. Cloning was something they’d always talked about doing together.

“Yeah.”

“Is this what you’ve been doing for a week? Why didn’t you call me. We could have worked on it together—”

“You said I couldn’t make a decision so… this is it.” Rick waved tiredly at the clone and sighed.

Prime stared at the clone who stared back at him unflinchingly, trying to put two and two together. What did making a clone have to do with…

“Tell me that’s for her.” Prime’s eyes cut towards Rick’s accusingly. “You made a clone to take care of your bitch spawn so we can be together, right?”

“...” Rick’s silence said it all.

“Right?” Prime’s voice took on a waver. “Come on, baby. You can’t be serious.”

“Maybe… in an alternate reality if it had just been Diane, maybe the choice wouldn’t have been so difficult. But we have a kid together now. There’s— I can’t let Diane do this by herself. It’s my responsibility too. And… And I want you to be happy too. The clone has—”

Prime took three strides forward, grabbing the clone by the arm and yanking it into a kiss right in front of Rick’s shocked face. It had Rick’s exact likeness and it smelled and tasted just like him too. The Rick clone tried to kiss him back but Prime didn’t even give it a chance before he pushed it away violently. The clone fell back against the desk, throwing out a hand to catch himself. Prime felt nauseous.

“You know what I think of your clone?” His voice trembled with anger and adrenaline. Without thinking, he aimed his laser pistol at the clone’s head and pulled the trigger. The clone fell to the floor with a heavy crunch, blood seeping out of the head wound. Rick let out a harsh, strangled cry and turned on him.

“Prime! What the fuck? You motherfucker— Do you know how long it took—”

“How could you possibly think I’d be okay with your clone? That’s the biggest insult to everything that we are. You think I’m with you for your body? You think that some clone is going to be able to replace you?”

“The clone has all my memories—”

“I don’t give a rat's ass if the clone has two dicks. What were you thinking? Were you just going to send the clone in your place one day and think I wouldn’t know the difference? I want you not just some shitty xerox of the person that you are.”

“Then tell me what I should do!” Rick said angrily, hands balled into fists. “I’m trying so hard to come up with a solution that doesn’t fuck up the lives of the two people I love the most in this universe. Nothing I can do will make you or Diane happy. Sure, it’s not fucking ideal but I really thought that—”

“Well you thought fucking wrong.” Prime spat out. “Great idea, but you’re sending the clone to the wrong person. I refuse to spend the rest of my life with a substitute. You need to make a real decision, Rick. Blood will be spilled. There’s no way to avoid that.”

“Well that’s fucking bullshit. There’s an infinite amount of choices— there has to be a solution that will—”

“Let’s just skip to an alternate dimension— one where you never even met Diane or had a kid. It’s literally that simple.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not? The answer to all our issues is sitting on the table over there.” Prime gestured to Rick’s portal gun.

“Because… I’m just not that guy who would abandon their family.”

“But you’re okay with being a cheater?”

“... That’s low and you know it.”

“Truth hurts, baby. Doesn’t matter if it’s hard to hear, doesn’t make it any less real.”

“...” Rick looked away, ashamed.

“I’m going to tell her.” Prime said quietly.

“You— what?”

“I’m going to tell her— about us.” Prime continued in a stronger voice. “I’m going to tell her about every single time you were getting railed in bed when you were supposed to be at home eating dinner instead.”

“No, you will not.” Rick grabbed his arm. “If you do that, I’ll never be yours.”

Prime laughed and pushed Rick’s arm off.

“Don’t you see? You’re already not mine.”

The words hung heavy between them as they looked at one another with a mirrored expression of resentment and misery.

Prime turned on his heel and started walking towards the entrance.

“Stop!” Prime felt Rick grab at his jacket. “Stop it. Don’t take another step or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Prime turned to face Rick, a sneer on his lips. “You’ll hurt me? Babe, you’re already hurting me.”

“Just don’t hurt Diane.” Rick muttered. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“But I do? She gets you but I get a clone?”

“Just— just give me some time to work— to figure something out.” Rick’s grip tightened on his jacket. “Just don’t tell her. Please.”

#prickcest #is so tragic #also maybe controversial but i love cheating scandals in fanfiction #im eating that shit up every god damn time #rick and morty fanfiction #rick and morty

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