#rick and morty x male reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

I want to flirt with the old man (C-137 Rick) just real shameless

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Headcanons

Not even sure if this is a request anon, but it sure is now since me too. This is like season 6 Rick btw, so hes secretly a softy, because i said so.

-          Now Rick being Rick it would depend on the timing or who you were. If you were just a rando he met at the bar or on an adventure, and it wasn’t life or death. Rick would flirt back, maybe even take you off to a side room if you know what I mean ;))))

-          If you were someone more constant in his life, like an ally or an old friend like birdperson, he would still flirt back but it would be a less “get in my bed” type, and more play flirting between friends. He would play it as a joke unless you made it obvious you actually wanted him romantically.

-          Then he would be flustered and not truly know what to do, but again Rick being Rick there is no way he would let you know he’s flustered. He would rather die than let people know he feels things.

-          He might start making you things, like inventions or whatever you might need. He would lay it on thick with his own flirting, but it would be super over the top to counter your own shameless flirting.

 -          Your first kiss is definitely when hes absolutely wasted. You would be flirting with him again, maybe draped over his back and making kissy noises and he just turns his head and kisses you. He would grab your jaw and really get in there, tongue and everything. Then he would pull back, stare at you, tell you that your cute, and pass the fuck out.

-          He would have forgotten all about the kiss when he wakes up the next day because he was so drunk, but when you start acting all blushy and shy he checks the cameras in the garage and sees what he did.

-          Rick isn’t one for words, so he would just start showing that it wasn’t just a drunk action. He would keep making you things, but this time he would be more personal about it. Maybe he would even gift you stuff of his, like a flesh curtains shirt or he would take you out on “adventures” that are pretty much just dates.

-          When the two of you finally confess and get together the flirting gets cranked up a thousand times more, the two of you are all over each other and over the top. Using the dumbest petnames and always kissing, well its mainly you kissing Rick all over his face and hands.

-          Summer starts fake gagging when it happens, and its probably led to some Smith family arguments because Rick and you are so annoying sometimes with your flirting.

[aliciamorov]

Rick Sanchez season 7 simping moment part I don't even know

This ep is crazay damn

I love this man god

This is so cute btw

LOOK AT HIM

Is this seat taken 🤭

LOOK AT HIS SMILE 😭😭

He's eepy

(the scene is hilarious 😭)

HE DID THE FACE 🥳

Overall the ep was weird as fuck but very cool

Thank you goodnight everyone 😘😘

[ricksanchezxmalereader]

M/n: MORTY QUICK, TAKE THIS AND GAURD IT WITH YOUR LIFE

Morty: wha- what is it M/n

M/n: it’s Ricks phone… he’s been on TikTok for over a day watching those space weasel robot things

Morty: oh no

Rick: WHERES MY FUCKING PHONE

[deadqueerboys]

M/n: haha old man

Rick: Who are you calling belch old you little urrp... piece of belch garbage?

M/n: You.

(they got married)

[j3st3r-13]

Are you open to requests rn?? Bc if you are, may I pls request Rick Sanchez with interdimensional traveling bf?? If your requests are closed feel free to discard this! Thank you

Rick Sanchez with an interdimensional travelling bf!

rick is used to being the only one who can, so when you have it mastered as well? he doesnt take it well. hes terrified that your gonna supass him so in true rick fashion, he immeditly takes his young grandson to try and kill you.

your just taking a moment, taking a nice drink when some old grandad lunges at you, you dont now why or how hes here. but you fight anyway.

ricks fighting to the death so you flee, hes prepared. you're not.

enemies to loversssss

you begin preparing for rick now, your device is effecient and working. your equipment is leathal and your so ready for this grandad.

rick and morty are getting ice cream when you walk out of your own portal and kick rick into a wall.

you kick the shit out of one another until morty drags him home.

you could chase him to his home, threaten the family. but you dont. in some sad way ricks given you purpuse, so you let him go and wait for him to returm the favour.

It's like peter griffin and that Chicken man

after a few months it feels less like a fight to the death and more like a hangout between friends

youll ask him about how Beths doing as you nearly break his jaw, he asks you about your local bar before hurtling you through a window. its carthatric

one day, your having you usaul "hang outs" but ricks clearly pissed that day, and slices open your abdomen with a lazer.

he freaks

your ears are back up and running long before you can crack open your eyes. your drifting in a sort of haze. the pleasent buzz almost drowns the conversation you still cant see. "your boyfriend has received severe abdomen damage, Doctor Ajsdhswfhasjdkfhvh, its confident that they will recover soon."

"he better. now fuck off." his voice is even more hoarse then usual and he sounds... nearby. ricks here. hes with you. he hasnt left.

your eyes blearily open, and a tired grin breaks open your face. "you didnt deny it, rick."

the scientist practically jumps a foot in the air, before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck."yay. your alive. i wanted your shit- what?"

your grin grows impossibly wider. you've done many things to Rick, reigned hell on his life. but making him nervous? That's a first. even your most elaborate traps he figures out in moments. "he called me your boyfriend, you didnt deny it."

"fuck off, i liked you better asleep."

"i love you too, Rickie."

he pauses eyes wide and he just looks at you. searching your face for any hint of a lie or cruel joke. when he finds nothing he speaks. "who wouldn't? now move up in that bed," you raised a brow and rick scoffed. "Don't get your dick all excited its easier to see interdimensional cable this way. if you gonna be such a fuck-"

your hands to grip his lab coat. touch soft rather than cruel. silently begging for him to stay, you don't like hospitals and he knows that. he knows everything. his bony hands hold your cheek and the movement leaves you breathless, hands that are built for harm. healing. healing you, just you.

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sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted but I got caught up lmao. feel free to request though. its always fun to write for yall and I love hearing your ideas. yall so creative. :)

[scoliosisgoblin]

(I'm doing one cause I'm inspired)

Beth: So, m/n, dad-

M/n: Yeah?

Rick: Yes, sweetie?

Beth: Well, you two have been together for a while now, I was just wondering... how did you two meet?

Rick: Strip club.

Beth: Wow, at a place that objectifies women? So romantic.

M/n: I was the stripper.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

What would Yves react if his darling is like that psychologist from rick and morty, like she is calm, level headed and always ask him if he is comfortable or okay and lets him talk about jis feelings with out a hint of judgement, even though she knew what kind of person he is

You can psychoanalyze him all you want, but he will not budge. At most, he will just smile and let you keep talking. Yves adores that you're concerned about his feelings and judge nothing of him, but he thinks you wouldn't understand. Or you couldn't handle what he has to say.

You can hear him talk, but it's all fluff and no substance. He reroutes the conversation back to you effortlessly no matter how many years of experience you have. You could deconstruct his personality calmly and lovingly, yet his ego wouldn't be threatened, Yves already knows that about himself. He's just nodding to you reiterating what he discovered decades ago.

Yves is a tough one to crack because there is nothing to crack. You're simply barking up the wrong tree, if you ever want to know his entire life story, you will need to access his vault. Which is close to impossible unless he deems that you must witness it. But that is reserved for the most tolerant of shock, the most unsound of minds. Yves doesn't need a therapist. He knows what he is feeling and he knows how to fully control his emotions. He isn't lost, confused, anxious, or in need of a listening ear. Yves has his eyes on the prize at all times and his mind is clear.

So in the sense of vulnerability, Yves isn't human. If he isn't comfortable about something, he will let you know. He doesn't need anyone to give him permission to complain.

Yves would really rather talk about you instead.

[rickandmortymultiverseau]

WANTED

FOR CRIMES AGAINST INTERDIMENSIONAL SPACE

Rick Sanchez C-137 Nick Blackwood M-727

Dead or Alive Reward for one : 5.000.000 Blemflarck* Reward for both: 10.000.000 Blemflarck*

*Blemflarck can be exchanged for another currency at will (Schmeckle,Smidgen,Glem,Flurbo,Brapple,...)

Rick Sanchez Artbreeder Picture does not belong to me but belong to @trentjlowe39 on Artbreeder. Nick Blackwood Artbreeder Picture does belong to me (@skymarvel14 on Artbreeder)

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Rick Sanchez doesn’t know how to say sorry but he can definitely suck a dick

[pendragon-writes]

Minecraft

Male!Reader, playing Minecraft : Is this game popular with the autistic?

Gaz: Why do you ask?

Male!Reader: Because I’m starting to love it!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey there! Saw requests were open was wondering if I could get some yandere!rick prime headcanons? I know he doesn’t “technically” care about anything but I could see him as the type to be like “I decided you’re mine so you’re mine” kinda thing! thanks for the writing we love and appreciate you for it!

Yandere Rick Prime

Headcanons

How did you know Prime Rick is one of my fave Rick and Morty characters anon 👀

Tw for yandere themes, ig?

 -          You are right to believe that Rick Prime would have no love for another person or living creature, as he sees little to no worth in others and their lives. He especially would hate other Ricks, or anyone related to Ricks.

-          But if you happen to catch his attention somehow, I wish you luck. Now, it would be difficult in the first place to catch his attention in a way that he doesn’t want to test you or want you dead.

-          Maybe you are rare in the multiverse, maybe other versions of you work as a great companion or lover for other Ricks. That would be enough to catch his attention in the beginning at least, so he would find a version of you that fits his palette the most and take them.

-          Prime Rick has most likely taken multiple versions of yourself before he comes across you, but when they stopped serving their purpose or grew boring, he would get rid of them, each in different disgusting and violent ways.

 -          When he stumbled across you in the multiverse though, he became hooked in the way an addict is hooked. Now, he has no romantic love for you, it’s more the love one has for their car or their pet.

-          You are different from other versions of yourself, seeing as you have no Rick or Morty. Actually, you had grown tired of your Ricks shit and told him to shove it after a few too many adventures went south and after your Rick verbally abused you too much.

-          That really had Prime interested, as most versions of you always bent over backwards for Ricks and put up with the treatment. Prime started stalking you after that, researching you and your habits like one would an insect or newly discovered animal.

-          He will go through your things with little care, not caring if you realize he’s stalking you. I mean, what could you really do against him if you ever caught him?

 -          He stays hidden in the beginning more for the fun of it, wanting to see if your dimensions Rick will notice him, or if you will ever figure it out.

-          Prime has a good laugh when you assume its your dimensions Rick that has been going through your things, stealing your clothes, or even taking your toothbrush. In reality its Prime who’s been taking all of it, adding it to an ever growing “pile of research” that in reality is more akin to a shrine.

-          His interest in you bubbles into obsession at some point, not that Prime really minds it one bit. His thoughts are consumed by you, and he has decided by himself that you are his version of (Y/N) whether you like it or not.

-          Prime starts planning on taking you with him, having seen how many Ricks take their version of you on dates or adventures, he wants that too, just to try it out he tells himself. Not because his obsession has grown to the point where he lives and breathes you.

  -          He loves how different you are, he wants to take you apart and find out just why you are so starkly the opposite of other versions of you.

-          He’s convinced you are specifically made for him, and that the reason you grew tired of your own Ricks shit was because he wasn’t good enough, and that since Prime is the true Rickest Rick, you will be perfect together.

-          Prime will lose his shit one day when your dimensions Rick shows up to your place, trying to apologize the way Ricks do. It even looked like your Rick had cut down on his drinking, cleaned himself up and tried to adjust his behavior.

-          Right as Prime is about to go in and kill the Rick, you just scoff at the other man and tell him to go die for all you care and slam the door in his face.

-          Prime is delighted because this just fits the theory in his mind even more, that the only Rick right for you is himself.

 -          One day Prime will simply wander into your life. You’re sitting on the couch in your living room, maybe trying to find a job or similar, when a green portal opens above the couch.

-          At first you think its your dimensions Rick and are ready to unleash hell upon him when he lands on the cushions, but the arm thrown over your shoulder isn’t wearing a lab coat, and looking close this Rick has completely different hair and looks younger.

-          Normally you would have yelled at the random Rick anyways for barging in on you like that, but something about the look in this Ricks eyes and the way his smile just seemed a little too sharp at the edges made something tingle in the back of your mind.

-          The tingle was fight or flight, and where among (Y/N)s you were different, because yours always told you to fight compared to other versions of yourself who always took flight. For once it didn’t just tell you to run, it screamed it so loud you tried to fling yourself off the couch.

-          But Primes arm was iron tight around your shoulder and pulled you right back down, the Rick cackling at your attempted scramble, seeming extremely amused as you tried to hit, scratch, kick and even bite.

 -          You could do nothing but struggle as Prime wrapped both his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, not even reacting as you nail him between the legs in a last attempt to free yourself.

-          When you have tired yourself out completely and finally look up at the Rick, Prime shoots you a smile that would almost be sweet, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had blood splattered all over his face.

-          That’s when you finally notice how he seemed to be slathered in the stuff, trying to flinch back when one of his hands come up to cradle your face in his palm, leaving a wet bloody handprint against your skin.

-          “Come on (Y/N), why are you trying to leave so badly?” he coos as if taunting you. Some part of your brain notices that he isn’t burping or slurring like other Ricks you’ve met, but the survival part of your brain didn’t care much for those facts.

-          “W-what do you want” you growl out, trying your best to glare at the man holding you still in his lap with just one arm. Prime laughs at your expression, the dark look on your face making his heartrate quicken. Never had a version of you looked so murderous, even when he was ripping them apart.

 -          “Well, I’m here to pick you up. As your Rick, we should always be together” Prime said with a large grin, the grip around your waist tightening as he said he was your Rick.

-          The grip on your face grew rougher as Prime pulled your face closer to his own, his eyes boring into yours. There was a light in them that made a deep pit of dread grow in your stomach, your tongue peeking out to pet your suddenly very dry lips and mouth.

-          Primes eyes immediately snapped down to the movement, his pupils dilating somewhat as he saw the pink of your tongue. Prime didn’t love you, not romantically like other Ricks loved their (Y/N), but he wanted you.

-          “I already have a Rick” you finally force out, the dread growing larger at the way his eyes snapped up again, staring at you like he could pick you apart piece by piece with just this attention.

-          Then he started laughing, so hard it made his whole body bounce and making you bounce along with it. Releasing your cheek, he wiped away a tear that had gathered from his laughing before he spoke.

-          “Oh, that guy? Where do you think I was before I came here?” he asked, seeming to take great joy in the way your eyes widened, and your pupils shrank. “Come on, you couldn’t expect me to let that fucker live after touching what’s mine, took care of that little family of his too” he purred, leaning in closer, his tight grip keeping you still even as you tried to struggle.

 -          A flare of anger and anguish spread through your body, even though you hated Rick, you didn’t want him to die, or for the Smith family to die either.

-          Seeing the way your eyes filled with fire made Prime excited, he loved seeing just how different you were, and he loved your reactions.

-          When you opened your mouth to yell at him, Prime surged forwards and grabbed your chin before forcing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You tried to struggle but the grip on your chin and the grasp he had on your hips kept you from getting away.

-          Prime groans in pleasure when you try and bite his tongue, blood filling your mouths and mixing with the spit and dribbling down your chins. He can’t keep his eyes from rolling back as you bite hard enough to sever his tongue, the piece of flesh going limp in your mouth.

-          When Prime finally pulls back, a string of blood and spit connecting your mouths, you gag and spit out the muscle, retching to try and get the taste and feeling to go away. Tears gather in your eyes as it finally hits you just what Prime had done, and how crazy he was.

 -          Forcing you to look at him once again, you struggle to see through the tears as he sticks out the non-severed part of his tongue, horror washing through you as you see the muscle regrow with ease.

-          Something flares up inside you, this time a deep gut turning fear and need for survival as you try to struggle once again, tears running down your cheeks as you continue to gag on the blood in your mouth and memory of biting off his tongue.

-          Seeming to have grown tired of your struggling for now, you don’t notice Prime injecting you with something until your body goes limp. You can’t even choke out words as Prime wraps his arms around your waist and stands up, lifting you without any issue.

-          As your vision started to darken you could hear the sound of a portal being opened, your thoughts turning to mush as your head finally gave out and you fell against his shoulder.

-          A few tears ran down your cheeks as you fall into unconsciousness, wetting the shoulder of Primes jacket as he carried you through the portal. You had no idea what he was saying, his words blurring together as you fall unconscious, but you were sure whatever he had to say was bad news for you.

[aliciamorov]

A POST TO SIMP FOR SEASON 7 RICK AHHHH (the photos are so bad bc i was taking pictures of my laptop☠️did I even write that right)

wet hair rick ✅

he's so FINEEEEEE MY LOOOORD

he gets more and more hot with every season (i want him so bad)

[ricksanchezxmalereader]

M/n: do you ever just throw up 16 ounces of chili?

Rick: what???

M/n: I haven’t eaten chili in weeks, I don’t even know where it came from…

Rick: are you sick?

M/n: sick of being alive, haha, just kidding

Morty: jeez, and I though Rick was fucked up

[deadqueerboys]

Rick: Where's your Rick?

Evil Morty: I don't have one, I have a M/n.

Rick: A M/n?! You're kidding me? I don't see my ex husband in years.

Morty *whispering*: I can't even wonder why..

[j3st3r-13]

Rick headcanon for having a short boyfriend? (also hello I am trans if that's ok idk I like to specify) ckwvhw vwb

Rick sanchez with a short trans boyfriend headcanons

Thank you sm for the ask kirbybooo your hcs are under the cut <3

Rick's like 6'6 I think he's so tall, which is means he towers over you at all times, you reach his chest and that's it he finds it hilarious

He has to bend down to kiss you, however when he wants to be a little shit he won't bend down so he can laugh at you. You can either try and pull him lower and get called needy or you can walk off to which he will grab you by the wrist, pull you back and kiss you and call you dramatic

If you bind then he gets some amazing binder from space which is more Comfortable or if you had surgery then he would take you to the actual best doctor in the galaxy orrrr he would do it for you

Continuing on from last point man's would offer to give you a new fully nodded chest which you can change to fit you perfect specifications

Rick would use you as an armrest all the time you cannot escape

STANDING ON YOUR TIP TOES AND PULLING ON HIS LAB COAT LAPELS TO KISS HIM

If you needed to change anything document wise, he would change everything like that name, sex all that on all systems.

God fucking help any fucker that tries to give you shit for being LGBT+ your mad scientist will tear them apart for you, he won't tell you it happened and might wipe your memory cause he doesn't want you upset. He says it impedes his work but he's full of shit he just wants his bf happy

You once wore his blue sweater and it came to your thighs/knees, once Rick saw it he had to take a moment to compose himself

You guys pillow talk all the time, and he always listens to any struggles you have gender related or otherwise. He may be tinkering but he's listening really and making something to fix your problem

Rick buys you a step tool, you throw it at him

He asks if you need a booster seat for the ship and you nearly kill him. You must have the patience of a Saint

Despite his nihilistic facade rick adores you, although he teases you for being a short ass that only reaches his chest he finds it cute (he'll never admit it tho)

[chronicroderick]

Rick Sanchez x OC Oneshot

Pairing for a mutual! First time with an OC that’s not my own, but of course I love Rick and Morty so much how could I pass up a request that was simply SO Beautiful!

Today was the day Rick decided he was not going to let Morty get away with skipping out on another adventure. Every other week it was "school work" this and "important conversation with Jessica" that.

"As if." Rick muttered to himself as he tinkered with the cloaking device on his ship.

A little bit of drool jumped out of his mouth as he spoke, but he simply licked his lips and gulped down some off planet alcohol from his flask. The longer he lay on his back with his particle level in hand the more he got worked up. Every turn of his vortex screwdriver reminded him that neither Morty or Arrow were around to help him. There was little sobriety left to keep the mad scientist's mind from spiraling down a path of fury. Arrow had been a part of their lives for a long time now – long by Rick standards anyway – but the maroon haired man had disrupted the dominion Rick had over Morty. In a way the reprieve was welcomed, since there was the large part of his heart that loved his grandson to death and disliked the maliciousness of his own nature; Arrow proved to be a more tender mentor for Morty which had allowed the boy to blossom into less of a snively mess. 

Rick's heart began to pound in his chest when he thought about Arrow, with his sharp tongue and careful eye. The younger man had saved him time and time again, never failing to be a loyal companion on every half-cocked errand to a different dimension. Rick shook his head violently in an attempt to clear the warm feeling growing in his chest. It was easier to be frustrated than to admit he was biting back the… L-word.

His pity party had gone on long enough. An adventure was what he needed! Morty would be coming along this time. That was a fact. After sliding out from under the car, he threw the tools on to the workbench in a cavalier manner and acquainted the last of his drink to the half digested contents of his stomach.

"Mortyyyyyyyy!" The old man belted out.

There was a cheerful edge to the call, but overall it sounded like he was gargling the name.

Portaling to the top of the stairs meant avoiding the obnoxious task of climbing them, but a small voice wondered if he could catch a glimpse of Arrow in the middle of some mundane task on the walk to his grandson's room. Maybe he'd be trying to open something in the kitchen that was just giving him more trouble than it was worth and his pointy ears would twitch in the pissed off way they do, or he'd be seated at the dining room table with a snack, and Rick would catch that all too famous flash of his sharp teeth. Each thought sent a tingle down Rick's spine.

His feet carried him through the threshold of his garage into the rest of the Smith's home. Half lidded eyes scanned the kitchen and dining room with mild disinterest as they both turned up vacant. The stairwell proved easy enough to manage since it did little compared to nights spent navigating crowded Nizellin festivals or infiltrating Gromflomite mother ships. It seemed Arrow had gone off on his own. That was fine, all Rick needed was the chance to lay one hand on Morty and they'd be off! Nothing the boy could do could prevent him from being dragged through a portal. Not tonight.

While running one hand through his tousled hair, the old man used the other to grab a vial from his pocket that was filled with fluorescent orange liquid, a stimulant he had got as a gift from Squanchy. He popped the cap off with his thumb which sent it shooting down the hall in the direction of Summer's room and threw his head back as he gulped it down.

"Let's go, baby!  Rick and Morty one hundr…" 

The scientist trailed off as his hand rested on Morty's door, which was cracked open just enough for a beam of light to spill into the hallway. Almost imperceptible, there was singing coming from inside. A voice Rick could pick out in a crowd.

"...I hear the wind call my name

The sound that leads me home again

It sparks up the fire, a flame that still burns

To you I will always return…"

Holy shit. The first thing that came to Rick's mind was the recognition of the steep drop in his stomach. His mouth twitched at the corners as he tried to register what to do, torn between throwing the door wide open or staying transfixed like a statue in the doorway.

"... I know the road is long

But where you are is home

Wherever you stay,

I'll find the way…"

Delicate fingers pushed Morty's door open just a bit more, the whisper of a breath escaped withered lungs, and brown eyes widened as they absorbed the sight before them.

His grandson had his head resting in Arrow's lap, while the man gently ran his fingers through the brunette curls, the look of concern in that arctic gaze paired with the melody that practically caressed the ear drums blessed enough to hear it struck a chord in Rick's very soul. Everything about the moment was tender. Any resolve about the events of tonight quickly faded. Instead a hundred memories flashed behind his eyes.

"... I'll run like the river,

I'll follow the sun

I'll fly like an eagle

To where I belong…"

A horrible day, blackened by the onslaught of violence from Sanchez’s oldest friend. It pained him too greatly to fight whole heartedly. Each blow Birdperson dealt him felt in some way deserved, so his own willpower came and went like a paper boat on the open sea. It had been Rick’s selfishness, his inability to let go, that had brought them to this, then suddenly the only thing standing between Rick and razor sharp talons is a little lizard man, hair shifting ever so slightly in the caustic breeze of enormous wings, but his demeanor not wavering in the slightest. Instead his lips are set in a determined frown while his eyes gave away the rift the fight tore inside him. He’d chosen Rick instead of his cousin by proxy, and that act alone made his cybernetic heart squeal with glee.

“... I can't stand the distance

I can't dream alone

I can't wait to see you

Yes, I'm on my way home…”

The inside of Rick’s ship, flying through the galaxy at a hundred light years an hour without paying attention to their surroundings, instead every molecule of his being is focused on the shy looking figure before him. Arrow’s voicing the concern that the scientist had – not so gently – pulled out of him as one would whisper at Confession. He was afraid of being left behind, afraid that one day he’d annoy Sanchez for the last time and be betrayed like so many times before. Rick did not push for any more details after that, instead he looked out the windshield in an attempt to hide the sympathy that plagued his features. The rage was almost its equal, but he knew the poor man might misplace such a negative reaction. He was engulfed with a furious vengeance against anyone who had harmed such a kind soul – but that distress was something Rick did not quite understand himself.

“... Now I know it's true

My every road leads to you

And in the hour of darkness

Your light gets me through…"

He absent mindedly tugged at the roots of his electric blue hair. The breaking of a few strands under the force brought him back to the present moment for just a second. Butterflies not only fluttered in his stomach, but threatened to take flight straight out of his esophagus, which would only prove to give away his presence. That was something he could not allow, because for the first time in a long time, peace had washed over him. Solace, in this private moment between the two most important people in his fucked up life. 

Rick bit his lip the second such a thought slipped through his mental defenses. Why should such a thing surprise him anymore, though? When it came to Arrow every carefully built barrier cracked eventually. He was the vine that grew no matter how many times you chop it down, the roots tenderly weaving their way between the bricks until the whole structure is compromised. Rick had never been one for pruning anyways.

“... You run like the river

You shine like the sun

You fly like an eagle

Yeah, you are the one

I've seen every sunset

And with all that I've learned

It's to you I will always, always return.”

His sweet voice quieted, Morty’s head still lay in his lap, maybe he had drifted off or maybe the melody had been as calming to him as it had to Rick that grasping the contentment for just a few minutes longer would be enough. Arrow’s head snapped up when he thought he caught a familiar green glow out of the corner of his eye. A soft smile donned his lips, but the bedroom door remained partially closed, and the hall seemed almost drearily quiet. Rick was in his own bed, wishing sleep would overtake him soon, hiding away those few minutes in his garden walls.

@residentclown​ ‘s OC. For you dude, I hope you like it! I went through so many emotions writing it lol