#red dwarf x reader

[sochawrites]

Can you please do an rimmer x fem reader fluff or the episode the gun men of the apocalypse where reader and rimmer are dating.

Sure I can! And why not kind of both?

I am so, so, so sorry it took me so long to write this, it has been a very weird year and I just could not manage to put aside some time to write. I can't promise 2024 will be better, but we all can hope, no?

I hope this is at least a bit satisfactory to you, dear anon, or any of you souls, still lurking around looking for some RD content.

What do you guys say on the news about Red Dwarf: Titan? I was there when they screened the teaser trailer, if one would call it that, and honestly? I'm pretty excited!

Also happy Holidays!

Adrenaline

Arnold Rimmer x Fem!reader

None of you could help but cheer as Starbug flew away from the burning moon, escaping certain doom once again. You were slowly getting used to these situations, but near-death experiences are still near-death experiences and while you tried to focus your mind on the fact that you were alive, your body and nerves were of a different idea.

You were shaking in your seat, gripping the handles and hardly holding back the maniacal laughter of survival. You had enough adrenaline for today, it would probably be better for you to go and calm down, maybe even lay down before you start to crash.

Pulling yourself up on your shaky knees, you excused yourself and stumbled to your room, almost falling on the way out of the control room. Fortunately out of the sight of others, or so you thought. You slowly made your way up the stairs to the sleeping quarters, painfully unaware of the pair of concerned eyes watching you.

Deciding the bed would be the best place to crash onto, you crashed into a much more closer chair, back turned to the door and closed your eyes shut. You were breathing heavily and the sound of the ship was being drowned out by the buzz and thuds in your ears.

A knock caught your attention, albeit barely. "Permission to enter?", you hummed in response, knowing fully well your hologram boyfriend would not take no for an answer and not having enough strength to speak. There was a pause before Rimmer went into the room, but as soon as he did, he cautiously made his way towards you. You could only imagine him looming over you as he tapped on your shoulder.

"I brought you some water," Rimmer announced to you nonchalantly, leaving the glass beside you. You thanked him as you reached for the liquid with both of your shaking hands, but you were positive he barely heard you.

"That was quite a ride, wasn't it? The adrenaline, the thrill!" Rimmer walked around as if giving you an inspirational speech, "Although I have a feeling that for some, it may have been a bit too much, wouldn't you say so, my dear Y/N?". He turned to you with the last sentence, a playful smirk on his lip, but sympathy in his eyes.

You just threw him a look, not amused by his remark, "Yeah, well, not everyone can be as brave as the great Dan McGrew, right, Arn?".

He pouted, "Auch", and knelt down in front of you, reaching his palm to your cheeks, gently caressing. It was always a weird sensation to touch light, soft or hard, not really cold, not really warm. Leaning into his touch, you planted a kiss on his hand, a small smile tugging at the lips of both of you. "You're going to get used to all of this, eventually." Rimmer tried to reassure you, but you just shook your head.

"'Eventualy' isn't soon enough, starlight." the hologram traped your hand in his, squeezing. "It never is, but you'll be fine, I know it.".

You reached your still trembling hand to the one cradling your face, feeling the threat of tears from the stress and weariness. "How?" you whispered, "How are you so sure about this?".

"Love, have you ever seen yourself when we face the unknown? You always keep such a stone-cold face, looking so brave, so fearless! Adrenaline is a powerful muse, the tremble and tears, it's not you, it's just your body, nothing more." Rimmer was now cradling your face in both of his hands, semi-standing, looking directly into your eyes.

"It's only a matter of time until you get used to the rush and once you do…" he paused, maybe because he was searching for words, or maybe just to make his encouragement more meaningful, "You'll be braver than anyone we know."

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around the holographic body, "Even more than Ace?". You felt him hugging you tightly "Even more than him.".

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Y/N: Come on, you have to sacrifice your life. I’m not asking you to do anything I wouldn’t do.

Steve: You? You’d sacrifice your life for the good of everyone else?

Y/N: No, I’d sacrifice YOUR life for the good of everyone else.

[realmofthefandoms]

Red Shoes: F7 (mostly) react to sweet and chubby GN!reader (HCs)

An: for the record lets assume they start falling in love and they starts to pay more attention to your body and they end up simping hard

Warning: fluff, body shaming, ooc?, no triplelets because I'm tired, I'll add them later if ya'll can remind me

Merlin:

Well sh-

He hoped for someone...prettier..

He hoped that you'd be able to, ya know break, his curse but he was disappointed

This was of course at the beginning

It's been a bit since he and the rest of the f7 met you

Now, he often found himself staring and watching you as you walked around in the base, cleaning, snacking, reading, or just curiously looking around

The way your clothes clung to your figure and how...squish-able your face was..

W-wait what is he thinking??!

He tries to ignore those thoughts and just looks down but at night he has dreams of you...

Cuddling with your softness in human form, running in fields of flowers with you making the petals float around you two as you almost share of kiss..and of course that's the time when he wakes up

Great.

As time passes he can't help but subconsciously wanna get close to you, stealing glances your way and sometimes scooting his seat closer to yours

Of course Arthur teases him for it and makes jokes which annoys Merlin

And of course the rest of the f7 join in teasing making him more flustered

And for the sakes of my imagination, you're oblivious ad very confused why they're making Merlin so...blushy

Eventually you got a bit too curious and pressed an ear up on the door to listen and the f7 telling Merlin to "fes up"

"C'mon mate! You got to tell Y/N how you feel!"

Hans chimes in "Ja ja! That you v'ant her!"

You face flushed as you put two and two together and realize Merlin has..romantic feelings just for you

You hear Merlin sigh "I-its just that...what if she rejects me?"

Thats your cue

You bursted into the room and grabbed Merlin and then walking out the base towards the stables before setting him down

Merlin was shooketh but as soon as you sat down you started ranting about how much you love him and you liked him for how much of a gentleman he was to you

Merlin could not believe what he was hearing you say, he thought you thought he was a total jerk (cuz he kinda..was)

You kept ranting though and he chose to shut you up with a kiss

Lets just say when you opened your eyes, you were not expecting a human and handsome version of the man who was just in front of you

Lets just say after a lot of talk and words exchanged, you got your happily ever after..

Arthur:

He was...hesitant

When you two first met he didn't really bother giving you a second glance and chose to treat you more like someone who just....lived there and wasn't too close with you

But as you and the group went on more missions, you found yourself gravitating towards Arthur more

He'd spend time walking with you in the forest and talk about his best and most proud achievements, enjoying the way you'd laugh and smile when he's joked around about them

As you two spoke more and more, he found himself enjoying your presence

He enjoyed the way you'd engage when he spoke about his hobbies and things he liked and the fact that you remember and actually listened

Arthur began staring at your star struck eyes, loving the shine in them as you opened up more on your own hobbies and achievements

Whenever patrol is an option he insists you go with him since "I'm a strong man, Y/N, I'll protect you from any danger!" *proceeds to display muscle*

As of recently, he finds himself staring at you in awe, how..glowy and..gorgeous you looked to him..

He himself is himbo bad at realizing these feelings and doesn't really see them but the other f7 guys do

No one really says much, other than exchange a few knowing glances with each other and go about their day, occasionally subtly making references that Arthur is confused about

The only person who truly teases him out loud is Merlin which he does when the two are alone

As Merlin continues to push, Arthur has a sudden epiphany

He does...have feelings for you

You'd think he'd again ignore and act more flustered around you

You'd be right but it's only for about a week until you had enough and dragged him off somewhere private to talk

You asked him what his problem was

Thats when he blurted EVERYTHING

"IThinkYoureVeryBeautifulAndThatYouAreTheMostStunningGirlIveSeenAndEveryTimeISeeYouMyHeartRaces!"

He almost continued but you shut him up with a peck on the lips which has him blushing

Suddenly a bright flash of light has you closing your eyes and when you look at where Arthur was standing you see...a damn hunk..

He had the same mannerism and voice as Arthur but he was...hotter.

The human Arthur runs towards you, picking you up without much effort and twirls you around, shouting about the fact the curse was broken thanks to you before hugging you tight and kissing you

Dont mind the guys in the back (not so) silently cheering but not ruining the moment ofc

Hans:

He was..definitely intrigued by you but didn't pay much mind to you

He just saw you as a roommate

Hans also didn't talk much and preferred staying in the kitchen and snacking or baking treats he wants to try

When the two of you actually start talking to each other, you wandered in the kitchen, smelling the odor of fresh cookies

When Hans saw you linger he explained he wanted to try a simple recipe just to let off steam from trying (and failing) to make another dish

He saw your gaze at the delicious looking cookies fresh from the oven, grabbing a plate and filling it with some cookies before sliding it over to you

The smile on your face as you cheerfully ate the cookies in content made him smile too...maybe his heart flutter? Nah, he's just 'feeling things'

or is he........?

Either way, you'd often wander into the kitchen due to the smell of his cooking and you eventually got promoted from "Ze kitchen theif" to "Ze test taster!"

A great deal either way though, you get yummy and nutritious food, he gets to stare at your happy face!

Err, he means, to acquire more cooking knowledge..yeah!

He often found himself missing your presence in his kitchen, tasting the food, teasing him, cracking jokes, helping around, he felt...sad without you

Every time you spend more time with Hans, you'd learn more about him every passing day, as he would you!

He learned a lot about you! Your favorite color, your most liked food, all your hobbies, nothing about you bores him anymore! He knows you better than you know yourself now

When he realized he actually fell in love with you..he was good at hiding it from the others

They literally had no clue until he confessed in front of you

While at the dinner table, Hans slid you a plate of a fruit salad with chocolate, honey, and caramel and pomegranate juice on the side (back then people thought certain foods like honey and pineapple represented love)

As you finished the dish, you were about to comment something on the dish but Hans stopped you

"*sighs* I vould like to say...I find you..m-more than a-a friend...I vould like to be able to call you Meine Liebe...m-my love.."

Everyone was shook but I mean in the end you gained a boyfriend that is the definition of a house husband

Iconic couple!

Jack:

He's....a bit more bitchy about it..

He chooses to completely ignore you as a whole

if he does talk to you, he just gives you a shallow compliment but will also say things like

"I bet you'd look wonderful in a sundress if you'd loose a couple calories."

Those kinds of comments (idk what they're called so)

But those are rare and he's probably said them like a few times

Though after a while he does eventually treat you more like a roommate than some stranger he met in a shitty walmart

He always rants about beauty stuff, makeup, jewelry designs, you name it

Once you guys enter the best friends stage, oh boy..

Jack gets you guys matching accessories for the fun of matching with someone who actually cares to match with him

At-home spas all the time

This man takes such good care of himself (and you) its unreal

Buys you face masks, emergency face masks, oil serum, hair serum, hair oil, 10 different types of face wash and a rose quartz roller

You dont even do your routine half the time so its like...bruh

You had to get extra shelves just to keep all the stuff in place also its high enough to where the currently short stacked jack the dwarf cant see you're not using them so-

As time passes, he feels...more connected in a way?

Sure he's been with a few ladies in his prime but..with you it feels..odd

Like he pays more attention to you, reminding you to eat and drink, making sure you're getting enough sleep, not letting you go anywhere without telling him

Nobody really notices but more and more signs appear

and now, much to Jack's dismay, the others picked up on it and started lightly teasing him about it

Niko, Pino, and Kio used their newly invented camera to snap pictures of you two together and sliding them under Jacks door

Needless to say, stress acne and sleep deprivation are now a common thing

Eventually he realizes all their pushing is working and he gathers the courage to confess!

He goes to one of his best jewelry dealers *imagining a breaking bad style deal* and gets a ruby heart necklace

He leads you out into the small field of flowers under the guise of flower picking

He suddenly gets down on one knee and presents the gift, serenading you in flattering words in his confession

Needless to say, he got one fat smooch and poof! He's human and as happy as can be!

He picks you up and swings you around laughing and smiling

And you lived happily ever after with your frenchie bf!!!

A/N 1: wah, I'm tired and mentally drained, work sucks to say the least and Karen's should be thrown in a pit with snakes -3-

[d1sc0s8n]

Kawaii!Rimmer that no one asked for? Sure why not. Made this for fun, feel free to use as an icon, just credit me for the edit, pls!

[whatthesmeg]

-> when things go wrong

arnold rimmer x gn!reader

reader finds themself injured after falling through the floor of an abandoned starship, with only their hologram crewmate for company.

i'm so down bad for this stupid hologram i swear to god. also, this is post legion, so rimmer is a hard light hgram :)

"is this really a good idea?" you raised an eyebrow, hesitantly following dave and the cat through the narrow, decrepit hallways of the long-abandoned starship.

"relaaaax," dave drawled, kicking down a door. "we've done this plenty of times,"

"exactly, and besides, we're almost out of food, and if i have to eat krytens cooking one more time, i may have to eat one of you instead!" the cat mused, causing you to chuckle and shake your head at your ridiculous crewmates.

with kryten beside you, looking around curiously, you realised a member of your team was suspiciously absent.

arnold rimmer was trailing behind, unusually quiet. you slowed down, allowing kryten, dave and the cat to march onwards.

"you alright, arnie?" you asked softly, trying to meet his hazel eyes, which he was skilfully avoiding.

"fine. absolutely fine." his lips pursed, indicating he was, in fact, not fine, but rather very stressed indeed.

this didn't go unnoticed by you. recently, arnold had been acting very odd- less snarky comments, avoiding the crew, acting bashful. you considered him a friend, and his frank avoidance of you was starting to sting a little. unsure whether to bring this up now, you decided to carefully test the waters.

"you can talk to me, arnie, you've been a bit...weird lately, and-"

"me? acting weird? don't know what you mean!" he replied, a little too enthusiastically.

getting slightly frustrated by his avoidance, you decided to dig no further.

"suit yourself. but you better figure your stuff out, arnie. i'm almost starting to miss you." you smiled gently.

"hey, y/n! come check this out!" dave shouted from in front of you, and you turned quickly from arnold and jogged towards the others.

as you were jogging, the ship shifted groaned loudly. the floor suddenly felt very flimsy indeed, and before you could react, it dropped below your feet, one side dropping to create a ramp, which you found yourself tumbling down at great speed. you felt your head hit something hard and sharp, and everything promptly went dark.

-

"...y/n, y/n, wake up!"

drowsily, your eyes fluttered open, the face of arnold rimmer looking down at you, concern evident on his face. he was kneeling over you, and sat back as you sat up groggily, eyes adjusting to the darkness.

your head was pounding, you lifted a hand to touch it and was greeted with the warm feeling of blood trickling down your face. your left arm was also in considerable pain, and looking down, you saw it was very bruised with a deep gash from your elbow to your wrist.

"arn? what happened..?" you mumbled.

"th-the floor gave out, and you fell. we thought you'd...." he trailed off, voice shaking.

"hey," you breathed, reaching out to touch his arm softly. "i'm alive, i'm not going anywhere."

"i should be the one comforting you," he muttered, looking your injuries up and down with a face of worry. he looked around and found a piece of cloth from the abandoned starship, and shook it to get the dust off before gently leaning forward and dabbing the cut on your head.

it was a surprisingly intimate gesture, you felt your face grow warm. his hazel eyes met yours for a split second, before darting away.

"where are the others, anyway? and how did you get down here?" you asked, taking the cloth from him and continuing to dab it onto your wounds.

"they're trying to find a way to get you out. as for me, well...i'm a hologram, i can't die, so..."

"so you followed me down here?" you finished his sentence, feeling your heart flutter at the kind gesture.

"that'll leave a rather heroic scar." he gestured to the gash on your arm, changing the conversation topic quickly.

you were suddenly all too aware of the pain that was racing up through your arm and to your shoulder, and grimaced.

"y-yeah," you replied, suddenly feeling tears prick in your eyes from the pain.

arnold looked around once more and located another piece of abandoned fabric, and fashioned a bandage from it.

"this might sting a bit." he warned as he gently took your arm in shaking hands, and he began wrapping the wound. "there you go, love, you're doing great."

he appeared to say this without thinking, and immediately mumbled a quick "...s-sorry,"

"why now?" you began, "after weeks of avoiding me, why are you now being so nice?"

arnold was silent for a moment. "the thought of losing you scared me more than the thought of you rejecting me. cowardly, i know. only being brave enough to tell you when things nearly go wrong."

you smiled bashfully, before taking his hand in yours. "let's get dinner, arnie. when we're back on the dwarf."

arnold squeezed your hand, his face bright despite the darkness of your environment.

"i'd like that." he beamed. you smiled again, before leaning into him, determined to both be close to him and rest your aching body. darkness consumed you once more, from sleep or loss of consciousness you couldn't be sure. all you knew was arnold was holding you steadily, one of his hands stroking your arm, providing you with more comfort you ever knew was possible.

-

you spent 4 unconscious days in the med bay, under kryten's watchful eye, with dave and the cat visiting once or twice. arnold, however, stayed next to your bed the entire time. according to kryten, he didn't leave once. he read you stories from his old books, showed you mind numbing documentaries, kept you company. and apparently he didn't complain, not once.

today was the day you left the med bay, and arnold wasted no time at all taking you to dinner. when he picked you up from your quarters, after giving you some time to get ready, he looked stunned.

"you...you look beautiful, y/n."

dinner was a wonderful affair, you talked and laughed like you'd been on thousands of dates before.

after, he took you stargazing on a nearby planet.

"thanks for staying with me, arnie. kryten told me you didn't leave once."

arnold smiled softly. "i couldn't leave you."

"i'm glad things are okay between us again. or rather, i'm glad things are....what they are, between us." you said, avoiding using any labels just yet.

"as am i."

you lie in silence for a few moments, looking up at the stars.

"can i kiss you?"

you turned to him, noticing his nervous expression. you leant forward and pressed your lips to his, and you felt his hand reach up and hold your face gently. you pulled away, giggling upon seeig arnold's cherry-red face.

"you can kiss me any time, arnie."

[reareaotaku]

Magic? Like a Witch? [Drabble]

Summary: Y/n mentions/ask if Merlin is a witch and he gets offended.

When you met the brown-haired male, he seemed enthusiastic about your interest in him. That was until the words 'Witch' and 'Warlock' came out of your mouth. He was neither! God, even thinking of the words was a spike to his heart. How could you be so cruel?

He doesn't look at you for a few days, annoyed with you. He finds the words to sting more than he'd like. He loves you, really he does, but even he needs aa break when you upset him, which is very rarely.

I mean, how could you think he was a witch? Witch's are females. Do you think he's a girl? Warlock was more understandable, but you weren't even the one who said Warlock, it was one of the other idiots.

He thinks about it for a while and decides not to mention it. If you drop it, he'll drop it... For now.

[paperrretro]

LIGHTSTRUCK | pt. 12

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Word Count: 2,619 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Your father accepts a position as Prince Merlin’s magic tutor, and you are unceremoniously dragged along.

(Or, pieces of your unspectacular life in and out of the royal palace, and how a certain idiotic prince somehow gets wrapped up in it either way.)

read on quotev | read on ao3

In the corner of a restaurant, huddled at a table meant for two, you slurp up the last of the noodles and lick the grease off your lips with a satisfied sigh.

Good, authentic Carmarthenian food is hard to come by on Golden Goose Avenue, but this one – this one is promising. A rich broth, fresh vegetables sliced paper-thin, spices that warm your throat like gentle coals in a fireplace. You long to be able to cook this well, but the culinary arts are more different from elixirism than one would think. (For one, the quality of food is measured by how good it tastes.)

“More?” asks the owner, an older lady who reminds you of Fay. (She owns the restaurant with her son. He’s your age, she’d told you when she brought your food. Single. Graduated top of his class at culinary school and takes very good care of her.)

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m so full.” You feel guilty for saying no, even though you’d given in the previous two times. You eye the table next to yours. “But could I have some tteokbokki to go?”

“Of course.”

After paying your bill and sitting for a bit longer to digest, you heft yourself up and grab your takeout, waving goodbye to the owner and her son before finally exiting the restaurant.

The bright sunlight scalds your eyes. Squinting against it, you look around for some signs or a directory. You’re already done with your work-shopping for the day. Maybe you could go browse for some new books.

Just as you reorient yourself and start heading towards Beauty and the Books, you hear two familiar voices coming from somewhere nearby.

“Red Shoes!”

You perk up, curious. Turning around, you catch sight of Arthur and Merlin rounding a corner, hands cupped around their mouths. Behind them lumbers a giant wooden bunny.

“Red Sh – oh,” Arthur cuts himself off once he spots you, blinking in surprise. “Hello. Fancy running into you here. Have you seen Red Shoes, by any chance?”

You eye Merlin, who only meets your gaze for a second before finding a sudden interest in the nearby lamppost. Fine. He can act how he likes, and you’ll pretend he doesn’t exist. “No.”

“Great.” Arthur sighs and slumps forward. “I take my eyes off her for just a few seconds and she up and disappears on me.”

Your brow wrinkles, and you glance around. You certainly haven’t seen Red Shoes since you got here, but Golden Goose Avenue is a big place, and you haven’t exactly been paying attention to the other shoppers. “Maybe she went into one of the stores to shop by herself. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Well, no, but you never know what could happen,” Arthur persists. “Looks like hers bring all sorts of creeps out of the woodworks.” He shudders. “Speaking from experience.”

Now, that is something you can imagine. Maybe it’s not so great to be so beautiful, you think, if all you get in return are expectations.

“I’ll help you find her,” you offer.

“Would you? Fantastic!”

Walking alongside Arthur as he retraces his steps, you keep an eye out for silky brown hair, a red satin skirt – lovestruck gazes. You hope she’s outside so you can avoid the hassle of looking in each individual shop. Some of them are charmed to keep you inside for hours.

In all honesty, it’s more likely that Red Shoes will find the three of you instead of the other way around, given the heavy thump, thump, thumps that rumble behind the two of you down the street.

You clear your throat during a lull between calling her name.

“So, what’s with the giant wooden bunny?”

Arthur looks up at you and then back at the silent creature. He reaches up to scratch the back of his head before stopping midway and posturing instead. “Just a vicious beast that I rescued Red Shoes from last night. Pretty impressive, right?”

“Ha!” Merlin says, and Arthur whips around.

“Got something to say, magic boy?!”

As the two begin to bicker, you drop back to examine the bunny again. It stares back at you, eyes half-lidded as if utterly unimpressed with the company it has found itself in. ‘Vicious’ is the last thing you’d use to describe it. If anything, it’s calmer than any of you.

You’ve never heard of giant wooden animals living near Risky Rock before. Maybe the increase in monster activity is affecting the wildlife …

“—so I’m not even gonna bother explaining women to you anymore.” A loud scoff from Arthur distracts you from your staring contest with the bunny, and you furrow your brow as he breaks away from Merlin to resume walking. You jog slightly to catch up. “C’mon, [Y/n]. Red Shoes! Red Shoes?”

From the alleyway to your right, you hear someone call out.

“Guys! Guys, I’m here.”

When you turn to look into the shadows of the alley, you can just make out the figure of a young woman in the middle of a group of knights. She waves at you.

You don’t recognize her. Judging by the looks on Arthur and Merlin’s faces, they don’t know her either, so the three of you awkwardly look away and continue on.

“That was weird,” Merlin mutters once you’re out of earshot.

“She probably thought we were someone else,” Arthur brushes it off. “Let’s go, we need to find Red Shoes.”

Merlin nods, but when you look at him, his expression is troubled. He glances over his shoulder and stops walking.

“No, the way those knights were standing around her …” he starts. “Something didn’t seem right.”

You frown. You’d be the first to list Merlin’s many faults, but poor instincts is not one of them; you’ve been on the wrong end of them too many times to count. You think back to the alleyway and wonder what he had noticed that you didn’t. Was the woman secretly asking for help? Were the knights not as relaxed as you thought they were?

Arthur groans impatiently, throwing his arms out. “They’re probably helping her find whoever she thought we were,” he responds. “It’s fine. Now, are you going to help me find our princess or not?”

Your gaze flits from one prince to the other, stopping on Merlin as he continues to look over his shoulder. His fingers twitch, antsy, and his mouth presses into a thin line before he opens it.

“Keep looking for her,” he finally says, turning around and running back to the alley. “I’ll be right back!”

Curiosity eclipsing your pride, you run after him.

“Are you ser – guys!” Arthur yells after the two of you, his voice fading with the distance. “Merlin, stop trying so hard to play hero!”

With Merlin’s stature, it’s easy to catch up to him. “Hey,” you ask once you do, clutching your bags to your chest to keep their contents from clattering around, “what did you –”

“Shh.” He halts abruptly just before the entrance to the alleyway, throwing an arm out to stop you.

You hold your tongue and swallow the impulse to push him right back. Wordlessly, he and you peek around the corner and squint through the darkness.

Oh.

The knights, who had seemed so casual before, now cluster in the back of the alleyway, their weapons raised. And though you can’t see her, you can hear the voice of the young woman from before.

(You hate it when he’s right.)

The soft crinkle of paper by your leg catches your ear, and you glance down to see Merlin holding one of his talismans. Your eyes widen.

“Uh, Merlin –”

“Come on,” he mutters, and the next thing you know, he’s striding towards the knights and flicking his fingers with quiet confidence.

The knights rattle and drop like flies, revealing the cowering figure of the poor woman you’d all ignored earlier. She’s pressed herself against the back wall. As she lowers her arms, eyes round with shock and fear, shame swirls in the pit of your stomach.

You trail after Merlin as he picks a red shoe off the ground and dusts it off. He approaches the woman and offers it to her.

“Your red shoe, milady,” Merlin says.

His voice is gentle, assuring, and soft, and it renders you speechless.

Merlin isn’t gentle. He’s arrogant, and flashy, and tries too hard to be suave. He’s a prince. He’s not a gentleman. But the way he had gone back, and the way he had stayed to speak with the woman afterwards …

Something moves inside your chest. It warms behind your ribcage, and you are startled by the strangeness of it, and strangely frightened.

“… Excuse me, miss, have we met?”

“Um”—the woman tenses, meeting your eyes before quickly looking away, and you are hit with a odd, vague sense of familiarity—“well, that’s kind of a complicated question.”

You open your mouth, only to be interrupted by the sound of Arthur yelling out for Red Shoes outside the alley.

You had almost forgotten.

“Will you be okay?” You break your silence upon your second attempt, lowering the bags from your arms.

This time, the woman holds your gaze, and she smiles a bit bigger, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay … er.” There are now two pairs of eyes on you as you free one hand to dig around in your satchel and pull out a small bottle. It’s partly to assuage your guilt, which makes you feel guiltier somehow, but, “Here, have this. It’s a deterrent. You spray it.” When she takes it hesitantly, you hastily tack on, “It’s free.”

(Oh, gods, you think. Why would you even say that?)

Merlin tugs at your sleeve, gesturing at the street with his head. “We gotta go,” he tells the woman. “Stay safe.”

You mumble out some semblance of a similar sentiment, and as you leave her, hurrying out of the darkness into the bright light, you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Wow.” Merlin releases you once you’ve both turned the corner, letting out a snort that brings blood rushing to your ears. “I bet princesses would be scrambling in line for your post-rescue care.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, desperately wishing for him to just drop it, drop it. (You know he won’t.) “What – what about that weird act you had going back there? ‘Your red shoes, milady’ – I almost died of cringe!”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t acting,” Merlin replies indignantly. “And it wasn’t cringey.”

“I’ve never seen you be that nice without a motive.”

He huffs up at you. “I’m actually genuinely nice, thank you! You’d know that if you didn’t antagonize me all the time.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around,” you retort.

“Oh, please.” The two of you begin to walk towards Arthur and the Wood-Rabbit, and Merlin’s voice takes on a smugger tone, needling at the part of you that remains young and oversensitive. “You know what I think?” he says. “I think you’re jealous that I was being nice to her.”

“… What?”

“It’s perfectly fine, [Y/n].” He casts a glance at you, a smirk stretching across his cheeks. “If you ever get attacked by a dragon or something, I’ll sweep you off your feet too.”

You balk. Heat spreads from your ears to the entirety of your face.

That little –

“Took you guys long enough!” Arthur scolds right as you’ve decided to encase Merlin’s head in an ice cube and then yours. “So, Merlin, was I right or was I right?”

“You were wrong, actually,” Merlin snarks. “There was a problem, and I took care of it. [Y/n] can vouch for that.”

“Yeah, right, you really think I’m gonna believe”—Arthur looks to you for backup, only for his face to drop when you glare at the ground and cross your arms—“believe … w-well, that’s …! Fine! Anyways, more importantly, I just saw Red Shoes on a wanted poster, and I have a lot of questions about that, so we need to find her ASAP.”

“Wanted poster?” you ask.

“You didn’t see them? The knights have been passing them out,” Merlin says. “The ones that weren’t busy harassing citizens, at least.”

He pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it, offering it to you. With distaste curling your lips, refusing to meet his eyes, you snatch it up and read the header and footer.

WANTED, it says. BIG REWARD.

Drawn in the middle of the page is, without question, Red Shoes.

“What did she do?”

“It doesn’t say.”

“I know it doesn’t say; I can read. What did the knights say?”

“Go and ask them yourself.”

“Oh, for the Lady’s sake,” bemoans Arthur, throwing his head back and turning around, “I liked it better when you two were moping. Can you just –” He looks past you and suddenly, his eyes brighten. “Red Shoes!”

He waves his arm. You turn on your heel, catching sight of who you’re certain is Red Shoes dashing towards the entrance of the Avenue. She doesn’t so much as slow down or look over her shoulder.

“Stop!”

You blink, and a gust of wind blows by as two giant men barrel past you. It doesn’t take much to figure out who they’re chasing after.

Merlin yanks your arm a split second later.

“Get on!”

“Get on what –” Realizing his plan, you scramble after him onto the Wood-Rabbit’s back. “What about Arthur?”

Merlin clutches onto the greenery sprouting from the back of the rabbit’s head. “He’ll catch up!”

You yelp as the Wood-Rabbit stands up, grabbing a fistful of moss with your right hand. Your left hand isn’t so lucky.

The creature bounds forward, and you fly several inches up into the air. With a panicked gasp, you wrap your loose arm around the next sturdiest thing and squeeze tight.

Merlin lets out a mix between a wheeze and a cough as you all but crush his lungs. “What are you doing?” he yells, trying to pry your hand from his coat. “Grab Red Shoes!”

The rabbit jumps again, bringing your heart to your throat, and you tighten your grip. “You’re the rescuer, aren’t you?!”

“How can you expect me to – just do it!”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can!”

“I can’t!” you shriek just as you catch up to Red Shoes, throwing your arm out. She grabs it, and when the rabbit jumps, she soars upward and lands right behind you.

“I’m okay!” she yells, grabbing the moss on the Wood-Rabbit’s back with far better luck than you.

Merlin looks back, exhaling with relief when he sees Red Shoes. “Thank Morgaina,” he exclaims. The four of you sail past the Avenue’s entrance, and his attention then turns to you, his eyebrows raising as you dig your fingers into his coat again. “See, was that so hard, you big baby?”

“You’re a jerk,” you shout. But your nerves are alight, and your blood is rushing, and a sharp, wild laugh bubbles from your throat for the very first time. “If we die, I’ll kill you myself!”

“Like you could!” he says. You feel laughter rumbling through his chest, fresh and real and alive.

(Your heart jumps into your throat again.)

Behind you, Red Shoes dissolves into giggles. The adrenaline pounding in your head brings with it the hysterical relief that only comes from a terrifying experience, and your laughter joins hers and Merlin’s, cracking the air and leaving your pursuers in its wake.

This curse is going to take years off your life, you think. You find yourself not caring nearly as much as you should.

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Part: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

[kuichihimei]

Is the red shoes fandom still alive? I'd love to make some content if that's cool with y'all

[writing-fanics]

y’all remember this movie?

he’s still daddy he’s still daddy I have an x reader for him on my quotev @witches-brew

[wanderingmagee]

Excalibur’s wielder and The Sorcerer:

[Description]

["I believe the sword will make the right choice today." Father's words replayed in my mind as I stood in front of the legendary sword Excalibur.]

A story set many years after red shoes and the 7 dwarfs movie. Most of the Fearless Seven have settled down and had families of their own, but if they want to retire from F7 they need replacements, others to keep the magical lands safe from monsters and beasts. They must train a new team to take their places, and who better than YOU and their children, huh? How will your new team fair against the dangers of the magical lands? What curses will you guys get casted upon yourselves like your fathers? I can't wait to find out!———————————————————————

Chapter 1: Princess and the sword

“You will still be my daughter rather you pull the sword or not. But I believe the sword will make the right choice today.”

 

Father’s words replayed in my mind as I stood in front of the legendary sword Excalibur. It was a coming-of-age ceremony father had started with my older brother, Dallan, two years ago. Each of King Arthur’s children would attempt to pull Excalibur from her bashed-up stone prison.

 

My eyes cast to Dallan, who stood with our parents and six-year-old sister, Shyla. He gave me a thumbs up, but I could tell he was nervous I might free the sword. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t prayed the sword would choose another to free her, like my sister. I knew it was selfish to wish the burden on her.

 

“How lovely a young woman of eighteen my daughter has become. It seems she was playing fearless seven only yesterday with her little friends.”

 

Father spoke lovingly, wiping a tear from his eye giving me a proud smile. Embarrassed by his mushy words, I blush, looking to Excalibur. I glance around at the crowd surrounding me and the sword. A bright smile finds my face when I spot some of my childhood friends, children of my father’s friends. Curly red hair catches my attention first: Prince Goran, Son of Prince Hans, and Princess Aurora. My eyes move to the strawberry blonde beside Prince Goran, Princess Juniper, daughter of Prince Jack and Princess Attina. The two gave me big smiles and supportive gestures, which made me smile. I scan the crowd once more, not seeing the one I had hoped would be here today. Frowning, I clutch my dress.

 

“He promised…”

 

I mumble to myself, feeling sadness lying within my chest.

 

“Now, enough of this old king’s words! Let’s witness the choice of the stone on this special day.”

 

Father had been giving the same speech he had given at brother’s ceremony. Everyone now stared at me expectantly. Focusing back on Excalibur, I gulp, feeling the anxiety in my throat. My shaking hand reaches for the handle, feeling the lather touch my fingertips. With my hand gripping the handle, I take a deep, shaky breath before moving my hand to pull Excalibur.

 

Excalibur slips from the stone as if it had never been stuck at all. The surrounding crowd erupts into gasps and cheers. I stare at the shaped metal in my hands as if it was a ghost. Fear fills my body. Why me? Why couldn’t it have been my brother? I’m no hero… I’m barely a princess. This is all wrong.

 

“Excalibur has chosen! My Daughter is the wielder of the sword of legends!”

 

A hand settles on my shoulder, making me jump back to reality. Father is smiling so brightly it’s blinding me. I look over Mother’s shoulder as she embraces me. Dallan’s figure catches my eye. He looks beyond angry as he clenches his jaw and storms off into the crowd.

 

‘I didn’t ask for this, dear brother. Please… forgive me.’

 

I think to myself, watching Dallan disappear. Trying to will away tears, I brought my attention to the sky. Fireworks are going off overhead. Not just any fireworks, I could tell from the feel of familiar magic filling the air. He was here, after all. My eyes follow the trail of fireworks to meet a pair of honey orbs staring back. A charming grin found his lips as he leans against the large white Colum. My best friend since I could crawl, Prince Rainer, Son of Prince Merlin and Queen Snow. He wasn’t hard to miss, tall and handsome as his father, with short dark brown hair and fair skin the only thing different from his father was the rosy hue on his cheeks and he wasn’t as slim as his father was at his age, but it only added to Rainer’s handsome factor.

 

Father tells the story he’s told us kids a billion times before, of how Queen Snow offered to pull Excalibur for him. I slip away and make my way to Rainer.

 

“I take it you’re not too happy about free Excalibur, hm?”

 

I huff out a sigh, reaching up and taking my crown off.

 

“No, of course not. How could I be? My brother hates me and now I have to live up to everyone’s high expectations of this thing…”

 

I squeeze the sword tightly as tears well up in my eyes. Rainer steps closer, placing a warm hand on mine and my grip loosens on the sword. I meet Rainer’s soft Honey gaze and he takes my crown, placing it back on my head.

 

“Dallan doesn’t hate you, he can’t, he loves you too much. He will come to terms with it all, as will you.”

 

Rainer tucks some hair behind my ear. My cheeks flush as I look away, nibbling on my bottom lip, a nervous habit.

 

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

 

He lets out a breathy chuckle, taking a step out of my personal space.

 

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I? I had to help my father with some things… Don’t pout, Princess.”

 

My cheeks erupt in color at the nickname and the quirk of his brow. He’s used the royal title to tease me since we were little, and it still gets to me every time.

 

“Wait, what things?”

 

Rainer pats me on the shoulder with a nervous laugh.

 

“You’ll find out soon enough at dinner later.”

 

Now I was worried. What will I find out at dinner?

 

“(Y/n), Rainer! There you two are!”

 

I turn around just in time to get smushed into a hug by none other than Goran. I try to speak, but Goran’s chest muffles my words.

 

“Uh Goran, you’re suffocating the new Excalibur wielder.”

 

Rainer crosses his arms, laughing. Juniper, who had run up with Goran, joins in laughing with Rainer.

 

“It’s only been maybe fifteen minutes. At least let her bask in the light of Excalibur a while longer before you suffocate her.”

 

Juniper playfully smacks Goran’s arm as she chuckles.

 

“Oops… my apologizes, (Y/n)."

 

Goran releases me, and I gasp for air.

 

“Woo.. it’s alright, Go.”

 

“By the way, we met your grandparents on the way over. They said they’d like to speak with you.”

 

With a nervous feeling building up in my stomach again, I look to where Juniper pointed to my grandparents, former King Uther and former Queen Igraine. A frown finds my lips.

 

“I had hoped they wouldn’t come.”

 

I hang my head. My three friends give me looks of sympathy. Juniper hugs my arm, placing her head on my shoulder to comfort me.

 

“It’s just for one day, then they’ll leave again.”

 

They all knew I was never my Grandparents’ favorite grandchild, not because I did anything wrong, but they have their preferences. My grandparents love and care for me, just not to the extent they do for Dallan and Shyla, likely because they are the most like our father in looks and personality. Whereas I look and act like my late grandmother on my mother’s side of the family, with my (H/c) locks, (E/c) eyes, and (S/c) Complexion. A large hand on my lower back pulls me from my thoughts.

 

“We’ll be right here. Go, humor them, Wielder of Excalibur.”

 

“But Rainer.. I-I- eh-”

 

Rainer gives me a gentle nudge toward my grandparents. My friends give me a thumbs up as I reluctantly start walking. I love all three of them, but they could be so mean… a small smile graces my lips. I held the sword in both hands like I was to present it, or as if it was fragile. Putting on my best smile, I greeted my Grandparents who were engaged in conversation with my father.

 

“And what of suitors?-”

 

“Grandfather, Grandmother.”

��

I bow my head slightly in respect, hoping I did not interrupt something important.

 

“There’s the Princess of the hour. Well, will you look at our grandchild, Igraine? She will have her own books of legend written of her.”

 

Grandfather smiles, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. Grandmother smiles as well.

 

“Yes, dear, such a lovely young woman she has become.”

 

I give my thanks with a sheepish smile.

 

“My, what beautiful details on this sword.”

 

Grandfather takes the sword from my hands, holding it so the sun’s light reflects off its surface.

 

“I assured you it was a sight to see many years ago, Father, did I not?”

 

My Father let out a hearty laugh, sticking his chest out proudly as he did. Father then puts a hand on my head in a gentle manner.

 

“You did, my son. Yet, you never let me see before you placed it back in the stone.”

 

Grandfather teases father, making him rub the back of his neck guiltily.

 

“Come, Love, the rest of the Kingdom is waiting for the Wielder of Excalibur at the banquet.”

 

I chuckle as Grandmother leads me away before Father and Grandfather bicker about old times.

 

I now sat in the carriage with my mother, grandmother, and Shyla, watching the trees as we pass them.

 

“Blanchette, have you thought about what we discussed?”

 

Grandmother addresses my mother. I tune into their conversation.

 

“Yes, Mother, I have. I just don’t think it’s quite time for suitors right now. She just pulled the Sword of legend from the stone. It could cause problems.”

 

My eyes widen as realization hits me. Suitors!? Horror fills my face and heart as I look to my Mother and grandmother.

 

“It is best to get the hard part over with before they send her to protect the future of her brother’s kingdom.”

 

There she goes talking like not here. My eyebrow twitches in frustration.

 

“Suitors? I think I have a right to be included in the decision of this conversation.”

 

I look between the two older women.

 

“Dear, don’t take this the wrong way, but you know this decision is your Father and mothers alone.”

 

I frown, looking at mother in hopes of a different answer, only to receive an apologetic look. I turn away from the both of them, focusing back on the forest with an empty expression. Today was not my day, and the days to follow weren’t sounding any better.

 

We arrived back at the castle, and guards escorted us to the ballroom. The room, once full of scatter and music, turned silent upon our arrival. Everyone stares silently, then Father draws everyone’s attention to him.

 

“Our legendary hero has arrived. Let the celebration begin!”

 

Father bellowed with a hearty laugh. The room quickly erupted in cheers and beautiful melodies. I follow mother over to her friends, or as I’ve called them since I was little, my uncles and aunts.

 

“Nice going, Kiddo! About time someone got that sword out of that stone before your father went crazy.”

 

Uncle Merlin greets me with open arms. I giggle, hugging back him back.

 

“Thank's uncle Merlin.”

 

“Aw, I want a hug too.”

 

Aunt Snow said, joining in on our hug. We separate and the Triplets hug my legs, Pino, Noki, Kio. Who are still dwarves after choosing to live with the curse they received many years ago. It’s a long story I never tire of hearing.

 

“Your favorite uncles have made you a gift to help you with future adventures with Excalibur.”

 

“Yes, Uncle Noki engraved your favorite (Your choice) on it.”

 

“And Uncle Kio made sure it was your favorite color.”

 

The three release my legs and present a (F/c) back scabbard with beautiful engraved Silver accents for durability.

 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much, uncles.”

 

My gracious smile is contagious as my family around me smiles as well. A familiar figure catches my eye as I look up to see Dallan standing off in the corner by himself. A grumpy look on his face.

 

“I’m very thank full for the gift, uncles, but do you mind holding on to it for a bit longer?”

 

I ask, and the triplets nod. I hand over the scabbard, making my way through the crowd to my brother. Dallan spots me and tries to make a run for it, but I block his path.

 

“Brother, we need to have a discussion. Please?”

 

I give him puppy eyes and he huffs out a sigh, crossing his arms like a stubborn child.

 

“There’s nothing to discuss, dear Sister.”

 

Dallan’s words were bitter. He tries to brush past me, but I hug his arm.

 

“You know I didn’t want Excalibur. Please, don’t be angry with me.”

 

I lower my voice for only Dallan to hear as to not cause a scene. Dallan brushes me off.

 

“Just leave me alone, (Y/n). Enjoy your party.”

 

Dallan’s defeated bitter words linger in my heart as he retreats from the ballroom. I bite my lip to try suppressing my emotions, but I make a beeline for the balcony doors. Once out on the balcony, I take in a deep breath, feeling the need to scream become urgent. My brother hates me. I’m going to be sent to protect the magical lands, and to top it all off, I’m going to be married off to someone I haven’t even met. I gaze down at the ground from the balcony. It was looking pretty inviting nowadays to just jump. I shake the thoughts from my mind.

 

“Stop being such a selfish coward, (Y/n).”

 

I mumble to myself, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

 

“You’ve never outgrown the habit of talking to yourself, have you, Princess?”

 

I jump, spinning around to face Rainer, who’s making a worried expression. My cheeks reddened at his teasing and I turn away, putting my hands on the balcony railing.

 

“And lucky for me, you somehow always hear it.”

 

Rainer lets out a hearty chuckle at my words, giving me butterflies.

 

“I think it’s becoming a sixth sense, honestly.”

 

He gives me a playful wink before leaning his back against the railing next to me, looking up at pink and orange sky. The sun is setting already. I sheepishly glance over to Rainer, only to meet those Honey eyes that are reflecting the sunset. He’s so breathtaking, and he gives me this feeling of safety. It’s easy to forget my problems when he’s present. When had I fallen this hard for my best friend? But he sees me as a sister rather than a woman. Yet another frustration in my life.

 

“I saw what happened with Dallan.”

 

Rainer softly mentions as we break eye contact.

 

“I don’t know what to do, Raine… He could barely look at me.”

 

My voice quivers with the growing need to cry, hands clutching the railing below them.

 

“He’s stubborn like his father, but He’ll come around. Just let him cool off for a while.”

 

I give a small nod at his words. Rainer looks back at me.

 

“Us being the same age, Dallan has always been angry when he can’t do something I can. I’m sure it stems from the burdens he has on his own shoulders. I mean, how is he supposed to be a king when he turns werewolf every full moon? He thinks it would have been easier to be the wielder of Excalibur rather than the future King.”

 

I really am being selfish. I hadn’t even thought of that, because I didn’t inherit our mother’s curse like Dallan and Shyla had.

 

“I’m such a terrible sister. I hadn’t even thought of that.”

 

I groan, running my hands over my face.

 

“Hey, Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. It means you see him as an equal and you don’t think of him any differently for his curse. I know how much you look up to Dallan.”

 

I meet Rainer’s eyes again, a tear slipping down my cheek as he continues.

 

“The rest of the kingdom is the problem here. My Mother has always warned me about the people who think appearance means everything, but it doesn’t. It never will. I know it and you know, you’re not selfish, you’re scared. Scared of the future, but I also know how strong you can be, (Y/n). ”

 

Rainer comes closer, reaching up to wipe the stray tear from my cheek. His eyes seem to search mine, his face leant down to be level with mine. My eyes move to his lips and my cheeks warm under his hand.

 

‘Too close!’

 

I think to myself, panicking.

 

“Rainer! (Y/n)!”

 

Me and Rainer quickly part from each other and look to Juniper, who came rushing out to the balcony.

 

“What is it, Jun?”

 

Rainer asked with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

“King Arthur and Prince Merlin want to see us. Come on, slowpokes!”

 

Juniper gleefully says. She grabs Rainer by the hand to pull him along. I look at their intertwined hands as I follow behind them. Juniper is in love with Rainer, too. I don’t know how Rainer feels about her or any girl, really. We’ve never talked about crushes or relationships before, but Juniper is better for him than me; I know that, yet the thought makes my heart ache. They are both my friends and I want them to be happy, even if that means I’m not, so I keep my feelings hidden in hopes I wake up and don’t have them anymore. The three of us made our way back into the ballroom, where we found my father and uncle Merlin. Standing with them were the Triplets, Goran, and Dallan.

 

“Good, you are all here. We’re going to explain why, but not here. Follow us.”

 

My father motions for us to follow.

 

“Father, what about the celebration?”

 

I quickly ask.

 

“It will still be here. We have important things to discuss first.”

 

His reply made me more nervous than before. What did we need to discuss that’s so important?

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[Thank you for reading have a lovely day! <3]

[artemilda]

one day with them

Included: Red shoes x Reader, Merlin x Reader, Arthur x Reader, Jack x Reader, Hans x Reader, Kio x Reader, Noki x Reader, Pino x Reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: *nothing*

RED SHOES

♡ One day with her means eating a lot of food

♡ Since she loves to eat very much and she does it all the time, it means that you will eat with her

♡ You talk about everything in the world

♡ Food, Holidays, Fashion, Nature and so on

♡ You either sit in her Room or Walk in the Forest

♡ She loves spending time with you as you are her first Friend

♡ She loves to listen to your Jokes, Stories or Scary Stories

♡ You talk about each other's Dreams and imagine what it will be like when it will come true

♡ She also tells stories of her own life. Of course, she changes them a little, but it's still interesting to listen to her

♡ You sit in her Room until Night, and then fall asleep without noticing

MERLIN

◇ One day with him is Fun Workouts

◇ After he became a Dwarf, he began to Train more, which means that if you want to spend Time with him, then you should watch how he trains or Train with him

◇ Of course it's Magic Training

◇ He shows you his Techniques, and you move away so as not to get hit by Lightning

◇ But even so, you tell jokes to each other and laugh like horses

◇ When you watch, he tries to look as cool as possible

◇ You after his Training bring him Food and Water

◇ After that you sit on the Grass watching the Sunset

◇ You are having a nice conversation and playing the "Guess Who" Game

◇ Then Hans calls you two to eat

ARTHUR

♤ One Day with him is also Training

♤ He trains very long and brutally to keep his muscles in perfect condition

♤ But when you are around, he would rather show his muscles in front of you than train for real

♤ He tells you stories from his life

♤ About Hikes, Fights and Stories with his Team

♤ He has a good sense of humor in general, so you will laugh a lot

♤ Surprisingly, he is a Good Listener

♤ He looked into your eyes during your stories, he is Quiet and so on

♤ He also asked you a couple of times about what you think about the Fearless Seven

♤ Of course he wants to know who you like best

JACK

☆ One day with him is Talking about Fashion and personal care

☆ Since he knows a lot about Beauty, then expect a lot of Compliments in your favor

☆ To be honest, you like his French accent

☆ You are lying somewhere on a bed with a mask on your face and cucumbers on your eyes

☆ It may seem that he is Selfish, but he likes talking about you or Listening to you more than talking about himself

☆ You both like to go shopping

☆ There you play a Game, everyone takes what the other likes

☆ It's very funny

☆ When it gets dark you go to the most beautiful park he knows

☆ After such a Day with him, he gives you a Necklace, Bracelets, Rings or Earrings

HANS

♧ One Day with him is Cooking

♧ He loves to cook and he likes that you like to cook too

♧ Most often, you choose what to cook

♧ You both often sing while cooking, even if you are the worst Singers

♧ He loves to look at your Concentrated Face

♧ He thinks it's cute

♧ It happens that you cook something yourself and then you let him try it. It doesn't matter how bad you cook, he'll eat it all

♧ After cooking, you take something Sweet and go to the Forest. There is a very beautiful Glade, you lie down, Eat and look at the Night Sky

♧ Romantic isn't it?

♧ Secretly, these are his most favorite days

NOKI, PINO, KIO

● One day with them is their attempt to show themselves Better

● The fact is that they are together all the time, and they don’t want to leave you with only one of them

● So they will try to be better than the other

● But even so, you have a good time together

● They show you their New Inventions, you are by the way the very first one who sees them

● They also tell jokes, stories while they interrupt each other

● They also give you Sweets, very different and in different Quantities

● They love to listen to you, your voice is like a song for them

● You are also trying to Help them, which they are very happy about

● In the end, they all hope with their hearts that you will kiss one of them

[sochawrites]

Obsolete – part 1

Dave Lister x reader

part 2 (soon)

They/Them pronouns are used for the reader, with no other gender indicators. N/N for nickname. This was getting long, so I cut it into two parts. I was heading for a self-indulgent rewrite of the Inquisitor, so this is just a prelude, but it can be read as a standalone. TW: anxiety, minor depression episode

"-o Y/N! Holly to Y/N! Are you awake yet?" you stirred up in your bed, Holly's voice finally penetrating through your ears, yet taking a while to get processed in your brain. "No." you mumbled out, turning around and nuzzling deeper into the sheets, hoping that she had nothing else to say. Sadly not. "The boys are asking you to join them for lunch. What should I tell them?"

A dry chuckle escaped your throat, "Is everyone asking for me, or was it just Rimmer? I can't imagine he hadn't had any remarks on my behalf.". Holly excused herself and disappeared for a moment, but that gave you all the answers you needed. "I am not supposed to tell you that." she blurted out right after blipping onto the screen again. " 'course you don't…" you hummed, "Don't let them wait then, I'll come later."

You waited for Holly to fade out once again before you let out a long, tired yawn, stretching your limbs out and letting your body spasm for a bit. You turned onto your back, burning a hole in the ceiling as you tried to make your body listen to you. Waking up has been getting harder and harder, almost ever since you boarded the Red dwarf. You felt empty and lethargic, something you blamed your bad conscience for, as you had some unresolved disputes you could no longer settle. And since Kryten was the main cook, you were completely obsolete as a head chef, so what else were you supposed to do? Besides, sleeping helped to shut out unwanted thoughts and emotions.

But the longer you lay there, the more time will Rimmer have to prepare his spiteful comments, and you were not interested in giving him any ammunition. You tried to get dressed as fast as you could, silently thanking Kryten for cleaning your room daily, it would have been one big mess a long time ago, and you wouldn't have anything clean to put on.

You didn't bother to run, after all, your ubication was on the other side of the hallway, if anything, you slowed down. You cleaned the residual crust out of the corners of your eyes right before you stepped into the occupied ubication.

Lister and Cat were sitting by the table, the latter too busy stuffing his face with a second serving of grilled fish to notice you, at least Dave managed to wave at you. You waved back, a small smile appearing for a moment before the annoying pompous voice cut through the room. "Well, well, well, look at that! The sleeping beauty had finally woken up!", you sighed, sitting down at the table and grabbing a plate, there it was again. "Hello to you too, Rimmer.", you murmured, really hoping that was all he was going to say.

"You know, I would like to know how you sleep so well, knowing you contribute absolutely nothing. I mean, how did you even become a head chef?", you really didn't want to get into an argument with him, fortunately, Lister came to your aid. "Zipp it Rimmer. I've told you, if you want to be salty, go talk to the salt shakers." it looked like they had already argued today. "But you can't deny you had never actually seen them cook either!", so it was this topic again, Lister had assured you that Rimmer was just pissy about you having a technically higher rank than him, something that presumably attacked his ego. "What if I had? Besides, you know we only let Kryten stay as a cook 'cause he would whine 'bout being inefficient.", Rimmer wasn't giving up, "Why do they keep their rank then? It's useless for that gimboid!".

"Rimmer! Smeg-off!", Lister was getting irritated, and you were starting to get upset. Rimmer was right, but it truly wasn't something you had to listen to first thing in the morning or noon for that matter. You felt the pressure building up behind your eyes, and that just couldn't be, Rimmer would never shut up about it, so in between the fight or flight, you chose flight. But not without running your mouth just a tiny bit.

"You're right, Rimmer." you stood up with the plate in your hands and walked towards the door, locking your eyes with his as you stood between the frames. "I am completely useless here, but you know what? At least I know when to keep quiet." and with that, you stormed out, heading to your favourite spot with blurry vision.

The overpass over the chasm was quiet as always, the air pleasantly cold and the floor you sat on warm from the heater pipeline that ran below. You dandled your feet as you tried to get some more food into your stomach. You weren't even halfway through, and you were hungry, but something in your head was against every bite you tried to eat. It made you too aware of every movement your jaw did, and it felt repulsing. The chicken curry was great, but you just couldn't take another bite.

As soon as you put aside the plate, Lister showed up around the corner. "Thought I might find you here, are you alright?" he sat down beside you, quietly sighting at the unfinished dish and tear stains on your cheeks. You shook your head, "I don't know, Listy, probably not.". Dave put his hand on your back, your heart skipped a beat, but you subconsciously shrugged it off, not wanting to be touched, "You know, you don't have to put up with him. You have a higher rank, use it against him. Even if it means turnin' him off for a while.".

"I would rather not. You know what happened the last time I pulled that card." you knew that he knew, but sometimes it wasn't a bad idea to remind him since it was one of the roots of your current problems.

"That was on a different ship.", you were taking in a breath to protest, but Lister was faster, "Hey, I know that it's not somethin' one would get over easily, but shuttin' yourself in won't help anythin'. So… If you ever decide you want to talk 'bout it, or 'bout whatever you've got goin' on right now… We- I'm here… I'm here, whenever you need me, alright?".

You finally looked at him, he was looking at you reassuringly with a warm smile, hands folded in lap. He was so cute. "Anyway, I wanted to ask if you would join us on an expedition to that moon we found yesterday. We'll be leavin' in a few hours, Kryten's almost done preparin' the bug. We might be gone for a few days…".

"I would love to, but I'm not feeling well. Maybe next time?" you threw him an apologetic smile. You'd really like to go, you loved spending time with Lister, but the vision of being locked in a confined space with Rimmer didn't spark joy, especially today. "You sure?", you looked away, down into the abyss, nodding, feeling bad for turning him down, "Well… Alright… But promise me somethin'."

You hummed, slightly interested in what Dave was going to say. "N/N," he cautiously reached his hand towards you again, this time squeezing your shoulder, you glimpsed his way, he had your attention, "try to take care of yourself. And I mean it, I'm worried 'bout you.". You sighed, were you really looking that bad? You never wanted to cause the crew any distress with your own problems. Yet there you were, being fussed over by the last person who needed to be worried about you.

Nodding your head, you hesitantly reached for his hand, "You don't have to worry about me, Listy. I'll be fine.". "You don't sound too convincin'… But… at least try to finish that plate, ok?", you huffed, of course he had something to say about it. "I'm working on it, just give me some time." you smiled shyly, waiting for where the conversation will be carried to next.

Smiling back at you, Dave squeezed your shoulder again, you could swear you had to be blushing at this point, but if you did, he hadn't made any comments, he never did, "I'll have to believe you then, won't I? Well, I should go and pre- Oh! I almost forgot, I've got you little somethin'!". You arched an eyebrow as he turned around, pulling out a little chocolate muffin, "Aw," you pursed your lips, "that's for me? Where'd you get it?".

"Kryten made them for us as a dessert. But after you left, Cat made up his mind 'bout sharin' and was dead set on keepin' all of the muffins for himself. I almost lost a finger when I was snatchin' this one away from him!" Lister laughed a bit at the last part, but knowing Cat, he probably wasn't joking. You reached for the dessert in his hand, smiling as you inspected it, not looking for flaws, but rather looking at it with fascination, "Thank you, but you shouldn't have, I'm not worth the trouble.". If only you knew that for him, you were worth every single one.

"I'll safe it for later." you set it down next to the plate, returning your full concentration back to Dave. "I hope you won't stop at just keepin' it for later." Lister chuckled as he patted you on your back for the last time, moments later excusing himself before stepping up. He turned to you once more before you would disappear out of each other's sight, you were no longer paying attention to him, but that didn't stop him from beaming at you, as you held the half-eaten plate in your hand once more.

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Hippie love

Now we all know rimmers views on hippies BUT what happens if his partner so happened to be one...

(I haven't written anything publicly in ages, so please excuse me. I'm a bit rusty, miladdo)

Contains: female reader,Ooc rimmer bc I suck at writing him, there's a word for it, but I canny remember so it's off topic from the actual plot of red dwarf <3

Y/n joined the boys in the cockpit of starbug. Today, the alert system was rattling away like no other. The boys were very occupied with this and she had no choice but to watch. Unfortunately.

"Hey, the radars are picking up a distance space craft," Lister announced, flicking switches, pressing buttons, and other necessities. Y/n walked up to the front to get a load of this herself. She inspected the screen, and it displayed a 100 or so yards space craft lingering in front of starbug.

"Now hey hey, maybe they're in need of help!" She suggested, making light of all things negative. That's what y/n did, with her spiritual view on everything she always had hope that in everyone kindness hid. Except her boyfriend, rimmer, rimmers kindness got lost in the womb.

"Well, wouldn't they have sent a distress call already? I mean, c'mon y/n, the last time you suggested someone was nice, they tried to maul you to death!" Rimmer scoffed, giving her a look that was different from the ones he gave to the boys but still meant the same. His look to her was softer. Y/n rolled her eyes.

"We can always hope, can't we? Everyone knows the saying, 'Make love not war,' " she stated, very clearly expressing her views. The four boys looked at her strangley like the past few times y/n tried to help people out it always backfired.

"I may not be smart, but what you just said sure made me feel like it!" Cat laughed, moving on from her horrible opinion. She tsked and turned to her boyfriend for some support, which he only shrugged at.

"Wow. You lot are gonna regret this later on when I'm right and you're all wrong! Especially you, Arnold Judas Rimmer!" Y/n glared directly at him, which he tried to hide away from by ducking down, but it clearly didn't work as she pointed a finger at him to make it more obvious she didn't appreciate his no support. Lister 'Oooed' at rimmers telling off, soon snickering alongside cat and kryten who surprisingly joined in. Getting his fair share from it.

After what...unfortunately happened with coming to contact with the space craft whose members didn't seem to be what y/n wished, she quickly got her taunting from Lister who did NOT stop bothering her about it for the rest of the day. Rimmer enjoyed watching her get frustrated by all this but soon packed it in when he was pulled from his collar to somewhere quiet. Too quiet.

He looked down at his girlfriend, who didn't seem so pleased with him. He gulped uncontrollably.

"Don't think you're getting away from this, mister. What happened to you 'finally' supporting my opinions?" She huffed in anger. Rimmer licked his lips, letting out a soft chuckle which left y/n more furious then before.

"What's so funny, rimmer?" She growled. She never really used her boyfriends last name unless she was really ticked off, and she was.

"Well, have a think now, will you? Smoking 12 joints a day and saying 'peace and love' won't get the attention from anyone, will it? Well, unless if the beatles were in town," he cheekily replied. Y/n clicked her tongue in disbelief. She stood herself up on her tippy toes, so she was somewhere near his height to begin giving him a piece of her mind. Verbally.

"You've got the cheek, haven't you arnold? Don't start getting used to this power cause im pulling it straight out of you very soon." she whispered. Whenever y/n started to lower her voice in an argument, it somewhat seemed more sincere and rimmer didn't like this.

"Look, I apologise, but -" rimmer started off strong, but his speech was muffled by a soft peck on the lips. He raised a brow, confused by why y/n changed up so quickly, but it soon hit. It hit him very hard. She was gonna use this all against him until...well, whenever she felt was the right time. Y/n was never the one to continue being angry or any of those negative emotions, but her boyfriend, Arnold j. Rimmer filled that all in for her, so she enjoyed using herself against him in a more gentle way. Which he infact did not like.

"Isn't this all silly! Let's move on before we both get riled up. Now let me go make your bed darling" she smiled, stroking his cheek softly. His brows furrowed, confused.

"But I always sleep in your bed?" He said, watching her leave his side and off to his and listers quarters.

"Not tonight! Think I'll be too 'peace and love' for you" she smiled innocently, knowing her cheek over him was working. She skipped away leaving him with many unanswered questions.

"But- wait! Wait y/n I love your hippieness! I love hippies, please don't let me share a room with lister again!" Rimmer yelled after her.

"Hang on, are you going hippie on us rimmer?" Lister smirked, coming into the room just in time. Rimmer turned to look at him, face full of disgust.

"Oh shut up lister"

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OMG OMG, I was going through my drafts and I found this. Why did I not post it it's the best one I've done in like a year bc this is the only one😭 I'll try to post more often I've js not been feeling it at all recently.

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Masterlist 1#

Last update: 9/30/24 (USA) Requests: Open

Call of Duty: COD guys react to cute and chubby S/O (HCs)

Harry Potter: Olympe Maxime adopts reader and raises her (HCs)

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Avatar: Sully family meeting tiny little human *GN Reader* (coming soon)

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Predator: Yautja with mate who dyed their hair and it’s fading

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OK SO UPDATE!

Wow thank you so much for all of your prompts so far I really appreciate and you did not disappoint! 💗

I guess considering the amount of prompts which I did not expect to get already so far I have quite a bit of writing to do! 😁

(may have put a rod for my back but we shall see hahahah assfjdfdkjfb!!)

Anywaay...

So just wish to shoutout and say thanks to @britcombruh @beckthehopelessromantic @jhangelface0523 @vickyfarley and @thelittlebirdwriter for all of your prompt requests, please bear with me and I will try and get on your ideas asap!!

ALSO

I have decided that besides being happy to receive requests for Sastiel, Midam, Dean or Sam W x reader, James Acaster x reader (or other British comedians x reader) and Sam Fender x reader, I have also two more ships that I will also consider writing a fic about if you would like:

Red Dwarf fans, my 2nd favourite ship of all time (can't believe I forgot momentarily)!! Please send me your Rimmer x Lister prompts :)

And Heartstopper fans! Send me your Nick x Charlie ones (currently my third/fourth favourite ship)

If anyone else has prompts for any of these fandoms or perhaps anymore then please let me know. If I know the fandom and know the ship, I will consider other ideas.

Thanks again everyone!

Peace,

Luna x

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