#DO NOT TAG THIS AS RICKORTY

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote some Rick and Morty angst and comfort having to due with Morty's trauma with Mr. Jellybean! This made me cry so I hope you enjoy it! :D

TW FOR SLIGHT SELF-LOATHING, WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, FLASHBACKS TO ATTEMPTED R**E, AND SLIGHT SELF-HARM UNDER THE CUT

Morty felt his palms sweat as he went to that damn world again. He looked around. He hated it. He hated seeing everyone mourn their "king" did they even know what kind of sick fuck he was? Why did Morty even let Rick drag him here? Why did he have to be a puppet? Why couldn't he just think for himself for once in his goddamn life? Rick was right. He really was just a piece of shit. He kept seeing Rick sneak glances in his direction. Did he really think Morty wouldn't notice? How stupid did he think Morty was? Rick said "You sure you're ok being here?" Morty crossed his arms "Will my answer matter either way? You won't care. You just need your human camouflage." Rick jolted "Jesus Morty, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" Morty rolled his eyes "Just shut up Rick." And Rick did. He finally did something Morty wanted for the first time in his entire goddamn life. In the 6 years they've known each other, he only did something Morty wanted now. What an amazing grandpa. Morty scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Then Morty stopped in his tracks when he saw a statue of Mr. Jellybean. A million thoughts were running through his head. He breathed heavily and quickly started hyperventilating. Rick stopped, looked back at Morty, and quickly ran back to Morty, leaning down to his eye level as his voice softened "Morty?" Morty felt tears form. Rick reached his hand out "Morty are you ok...?" Rick's voice became drowned out. Tears started streaming down his cheeks, the flashbacks hitting him like a slap to the face as he muttered under his breath "N- no...no...no....no....no....no..." He remembered Mr. Jellybean slamming his head into the sink and saying "Stop fighting me! Just let this happen." His chest rose and fell as his heart was beating so fast, Morty thought it might explode. He roughly grabbed his hair. He couldn't stop remembering it. He remembered Mr. Jellybean shoving him onto the toilet "Stop being such a fucking tease you sweet little twat!" Morty started roughly pulling his hair, desperate to stop reliving it, he started muttering under his breath "Please...no....I-I don't...I don't want this....stop...please...."

He felt something touch his shoulders, then he heard a voice cut through "MORTY!" He remembered the way Mr. Jellybean messaged his shoulders and he pushed the person, roughly, to the ground "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He saw that he just pushed Rick to the ground.

Morty was hyperventilating, then his legs felt as heavy as lead, then he fell to the floor, shaking. "R-R-Rick I-I'm so sorry..I...I didn't mean t-to I-I just..." Rick said, "It's...it's fine Morty." Tears stung Morty's eyes as he hugged Rick tightly, crying into his chest. He hated the way that hugging Rick always calmed him down, even if it was just by a little. Ugh, why did he have to be so pathetic? He felt Rick's body tense up, as Rick awkwardly, but weirdly comfortingly stroked Morty's hair and patted his back. Morty kept hyperventilating, and Rick calmly said "Breathe Morty...take a deep breath." Morty took a deep breath, and after a few minutes, he wiped the tears from his eyes "I think I'm..." he took a shaky breath "I think I'm ok now..thanks Rick..." Rick smiled as he ruffled the boy's hair and kissed the top of his head, eliciting a giggle from the young boy. "Don't mention it, Morty, it's whatever, y'know I don't even need the materials from this dimension that bad, but you haven't eaten all day," Then Rick got up and stretched out his hand "How about we get some Shoney's pancakes?' Morty wiped some tears from his eyes and he sniffled as he took Rick's hand, then Rick helped him up "That...sounds nice..." Rick opened a portal and gestured towards it, Morty walked through it, Rick destroyed the statue of Mr. Jellybean, and followed Morty.

[bubblegumr1ck]

sorry i know people have been posting a lot of comic screenshots lately but i'm doing a rereading and i just feel like i have to share this for those who haven't seen it

[pondhue]

some fear no mort thoughts 💭

during the ice cream shop scene where morty's projections of rick and diane are having their 'argument', to me it implied that deep down, morty believes that rick didn't deserve diane? like deep down he wishes he would actually talk to his grandma and ask her "why him? look at who he is/what he's capable of becoming"

diane sounds so resentful, fed up, and even disgusted (like she said). she's so squicked out by him. and by those words coming out of diane, i think morty was also telling rick (he didn't know he wasn't real at the time of course) that rick didn't deserve morty, either

rick obviously has spoken about how replaceable nearly everybody in his life is except for diane. of course this was a (very destructive) coping mechanism, but even so it doesn't excuse how poorly he has treated morty (and nearly everyone else in his life) for a majority of the time they've known each other. and if you have followed the show you know that morty is absolutely right to feel that way. like yes now rick is changing, but that's only been recently. morty's still sorting through his own resentments, fears and regrets with his grandpa. he doesn't have other people in his life really, and rick is the closest thing he has to a friend/best friend/parental figure (that's 'present') but rick also been a source of his trauma and torment for so long. their codependency has done a number on morty, and after years of repressing his emotions he's slowly accepting and digesting that. once morty chooses to figure out what was going on himself by himself, rick is sidelined instead of him (in his pov of the projections) morty decides to take matters into his own hands, to regain control of the situation, with no influence from rick either. and through this he learns to accept himself for who he is, and comes out with a better understanding of not only his place in rick's (and his family's life), but his own place in morty's life, his life. his security with himself. he's accepted that he was afraid of being responsible for his grandpa's sadness, but rick's sadness is his alone, not morty's. and morty can only do so much, and that's fine.

he's not his trauma. he's not replaceable, or irreplaceable, he's just morty, and that's okay. rick and just rick and that's okay. even if rick wasn't with him during his journey, he was okay with it in the end. in accepting rick for who he is, morty accepted himself for who morty is. now morty isn't sticking around because he feels like he has to or is forced to, he's doing it by choice, and his alone.

this is just me thinking out loud/my interpretations of the messaging of the ep and how the clear shift in rick and morty's dynamic (and morty's feelings/thoughts on it) was portrayed (which i really liked). this ep was so layered and complex and i'm just glad that we're reaching morty's arc of him finding his own person and focusing on his own feelings instead of someone else's.

[craycraybluejay]

Oh I'm so horny oh I'm having such terrible thoughts oh I'm nursing this wonderful, old half beer half ginger ale blend while reading about Rick grooming and raping his grandson. Oh I feel comfort after my long depressing day, week, month, year. Oh I feel control. Oh I feel a sweet light buzz, tempting me to drink something stronger and get absolutely hammered. Oh I feel warm. Oh I feel pleasant. Oh I am stoking the fires. Oh I am giving to this depressing urge to drink and read porn that could as well be horror. Oh I am thinking of all the snuff/gore sites that were taken down that I've been missing for months. Oh I am so so sad. Oh I am so so content. Oh this is what I am. Oh this is fine. Oh this is nice. Oh I could never give this up in my situation. Oh I don't even know what a different me could look like. Oh I don't even want to try again. Oh I just want to sink deeper into this pained bliss. Oh I just want to feed all the dark creatures in the walls of my skull. Oh I just need to be this. Oh my stomach is warning me but I just want to drink more. Oh to fill my blood with ethanol. Oh to fill my butt with opioids. Oh to lay in my mess hoping I don't throw up and make it grosser. Oh to fill myself with poison and only then feel the littlest bit safer, the smallest bit at peace. Oh to cry out the next morning when my head is pounding something awful and I'm so thirsty I could die. Oh.

[computrangel99]

congrats to them

[rickortyweek]

Hello everyone!

I am pleased to inform you that the Rickorty Week 2024 will run from Sunday, June 16th, to Saturday, June 22nd.

All forms of fanwork are accepted, as long as they’re of your own making, and the prompts are subject to your own interpretation. Don’t forget to use #rickortyweek2024 within the first five tags of your post so I can see it!

June 16

Realization | Hanahaki AU

June 17

“His life doesn’t matter! Yours does.” | Amnesiac Hero

June 18

Borrowed Time by Tennis | Caught

June 19

Mythological Creature(s) AU | “If you think my Rick’s dead, he’s alive! And if you think you’re safe, he’s coming for you!”

June 20

Huddling for Warmth | When You Fucked Grandpa by blink-182

June 21

“Morty, say you’ll marry me.” | Stars

June 22

Alternate Selves | Free Day!

Do not hesitate to reach out if you need further clarification!

Rules | AO3 Collection | Ask Box

[zeep-xanflorp]

just a request for the proshippers - if you make rickorty content can you please use the main tags even if it's not morty prime and rick c-137. if you only tag the versions of them that appear in your work (eg. rick x morticia, evil morty x rick prime) then they don't get filtered by ppl who exclude the general rickorty or rick sanchez/morty smith tags.

(i'm anti censorship. idc what you do but i don't want to see it. it's a genuine trigger.)

[deus-regina]

Announcing my first Rick and Morty fanfiction: Static

Summary:

Rick had vanished, and Morty had been in denial about it. He figured his grandfather had gotten side-tracked on a solo adventure or had gone on a bender, or both. It wasn’t unlike Rick to do either, nor was it unlike him to be gone without so much as an explanation. It wasn’t until he found the empty portal gun lying discarded in the backyard that he began to doubt. Furthermore, in his grandfather's absence, strange things began to happen around Morty. Were they related to Rick's disappearance or part of something much more insidious?

This Rickorty fic is Explicit, so please, for your safety and comfort, check the tags on Ao3 before reading. Updates on a weekly schedule.

[pleasetakethis]

Reach Out (Touch Faith)

Written for Rickorty Week 2023, Day 1: “If you don’t care if you die, why do you care if I die?” / Fake Dating AU / Beggin’ by Måneskin

I had to go with fake dating AU. It gets me every time.

@rickortyweek

Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.7k Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dubious Consent, Alien Cultural Differences, Getting Together, Unhealthy Relationships, Come Marking, Aged-Up Morty Smith Summary: In and out, quick exchange, home for dinner, Rick said.

Morty knew it was never that simple.

Read @ AO3

[fandomwe1rd0]

Just to be clear this entire post is just me angrily ranting about how much I hate rickorty because I need to get this off of my chest because I see rickorty posts even though I have the tag blocked.

TW r*pe mention (Dw my normal posts aren't like this)

Excuse me gonna go on a rant. Rickorty is not only gross for the obvious reasons *cough* pedophilia, age gap, and literally shipping a boy with his abusive grandpa *Cough* but also it makes zero sense for the characters??? Rick is canonically uncomfortable with physical touch when it comes to Morty (Tensing up whenever Morty hugs him), so why would he do anything with Morty?? Not to mention that the dude is not that fucked up, he wouldn't do that to Morty, dude is canonically against child predators, he's shown to be against them multiple times throughout the show (Including outright killing Mr. Jellybean and trying to drown Joseph Campbell when he thought he did something to Morty) speaking of which, Morty has canon trauma due to Mr. Jellybean?? And Rickorty shippers will pretend like he doesn't?? That makes the ship extra gross for me :) Dude has legit trauma from attempted r*pe and you'll try to show Rick and Morty having a sweet cute relationship when Morty has trauma from attempted r*pe??? And that Rick killed the person who attempted to r*pe Morty?? Not only that, it is an unbelievably lazy way to analyze their dynamic, do people not understand that someone can be jealous, controlling, codependent and possessive of someone...and it doesn't have to be romantic? Yes Rick get jealous when it comes to Morty, yes he's controlling, yes he's codepedent, yes he's possessive, but it shows us that these aren't stricly romantic traits. They are toxic yes, but they are purely familial and platonic. Also just to end this post off with a quick counterargument that fucking drives me crazy

"Rick and Morty aren't even grandpa and grandson! Morty is Rick Prime's grandson!"

What?? You realize all Ricks have the same dna right? So while Morty isn't Rick's original Morty since Rick never had a Morty, they are still related genetically, as it shows in "Rick Potion #9" Rick is related to Morty genetically since he wasn't affected by the love potion, and even if he wasn't, that wouldn't matter considering all the other problems with the ship, but also they still see each other as grandpa and grandson. You guys really looked the other way when Morty said "You're my grandpa, Rick." in Solaricks and like all the times Rick refers to Morty as his grandson.

Anyway, done with my angry rant. Just needed to get this off my chest.

[cutiemarkofcain]

So, the main thing I've been working on for the past few years? A rickorty longfics series. It's got angst, fluff, smut, humor, drama, more angst, gangs, heroics, time travel, mindfuckery, and Interdimensional Cable. It's called A Tale Told By a Morty.

(I'd recommend clicking the above link before any of the ones below; that way you can see all the tags before diving in.)

Part 1 - Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Flesh Curtains (47k+ words) - Morty goes back in time and meets a young Rick. Mistakes are/were made.

Part 2 - A Citizen of the Multiverse (117k+ words) - Rick and Morty are bad at processing their feelings. But when they finally do, Rick's past comes back to haunt them both.

Part 3 - The Penitent Rick (131k+ words) - After his drunkenness indirectly gets Morty hurt, Rick swears off alcohol. While he's at a clinic, Morty deals with stuff at home, and meets up with old friends.

Part 4 - To be written

Some things to note:

This series begins about four years after the end of season 5, which means A) Morty is 18 at the start, and B) It does not take the events of season 6 into account.

There's not much (percentage wise), but this series does have adult content. I mean ADULT.

This ain't just slow burn, it's downright glacial. The main ship doesn't officially get together until about halfway into part 2.

There are so many OCs and stuff. I'll add a guide in the reblogs of this post.

[cyanichexanthine]

Am I too late to join the ask game party??? 🥺

Because if not, I say 3 and 13!!! :)

Hi, thanks for asking @namistreasure 😊🩵 no, never too late, these have been interesting to answer so far haha

3. NoTP?

Tbh NOTPs are something I don’t really care too much about, mostly because I tend to stick to interacting with things I enjoy and avoid things I don’t, so I don’t spend much time thinking about what I dislike. This has been true for pretty much forever for me with shipping. I can’t even name NOTPs from past fandoms tbh…It’s all just personal preference with fiction at the end of the day and I like being in my little beloved Prickcest bubble. 🥰

NOTP is super specific so I’m just going to broaden/define it as a ship I don’t like. So for that, I don’t like Rickorty. I avoid it because it really isn’t for me…

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

Beth/Space Beth, I mean come on Prickcest parallels but they actually made it work?? 😭 Plus it’s cute to imagine SB encouraging Beth to stand up for herself and Beth getting SB to open up, maybe even them doing a silly adventure together sometime. Plus I’m kinda scared one of them is gonna die maybe, (esp with the clone story meta in s7, don’t think I forgot about that) so tragedy potential through the roof. I think it would be a really fun ship to explore.

A runner up to this is Doofus Jerry/Jerry, yes I entirely blame garabe (@/invisiblegarabgetruck, their art is so good/funny/cute, all of the above 🫠🩵don’t want to bother them with a tag 🥲) but idk it’s just one I’d love to draw for some day, I haven’t thought too deeply about writing for though yet, I still need to finish the comics first and actually read the DJ arc. 💀 I’m a master of putting even things I want to do off.

I think I have a ship type ngl, who knows you better than yourself gone wrong lmao. Idk I just love the aspects of getting to learn more about themselves through external conflict and how bizarre their internalised/self normalised interactions can be. I’d also like to try drawing Nimbus some day, idk I just like his colour scheme/eyes/design

Anyway, thanks again for asking 😊🩵

Ask question list if anyone still has any questions ✌️

[krsive-writes]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Rickorty Week Day 2, prompts are Alternate Selves and First Time

Title: I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Author: krsive

Rating: M

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Mental Sex, Alien Sex

The setting didn't inspire confidence, really. There was some kind of green scaly rat in the alley feasting on a discarded Morty Hut pizza. It must have rained before they portaled in because the petrichor still hung in the air, though it was pungent with the scent of garbage. The asphalt was gritty and damp. Morty stuck close to Rick the whole way down to the steel door which was apparently where they were headed.

“This is a-already the worst birthday gift ever, a-a-and it hasn't even started yet!" Morty complained.    He didn't like the solemn disregard in Rick's expression.

"You're about to have a once in a lifetime experience, Morty. You're about to have the ultimate sex tourism ride. A little gratitude would be nice." Rick knocked a pattern on the door.

"We c-could have just had sex in a nice hotel. This place is too creepy."

"We can't have sex like this anywhere else. Didn't I tell you this was gonna be special? Even I've never done this before. Jesus, Morty. Always bitch, bitch, bitch."

"I—“

The door opened and a gruff Rick beckoned them inside. The room was large enough to feel airy though there were no windows. In one corner were two hospital beds and two huge bell jars, connected to one another by a mess of wires and tubes. It seemed a little menacing, but Morty couldn't dwell on it because something even stranger made itself known. Two swirling shapes like small cumulus clouds hovered in the air before him. One was a cool, dusty blue, and the smaller one was a dandelion yellow.

"Met Rick and Morty U-2571," Rick introduced.

"Um. H-Hi." Morty raised his hand in shy greeting.

You're late, C-995, said a Rickish voice, though there was no actual sound—just a distinct alien thought in Morty's mind.

"Of course we're late; we're Rick and Morty. You expect any level of personal organization?”

''W-we're sorry," said Morty.

At least your Morty has some manners. Let's get started, the blue cloud ‘said.’

Everyone seemed to know what to do but Morty, who was shooed towards the equipment in the corner. He didn't protest, though, until he was instructed to take his shirt off.

''Wait, though. What’s going on, here, Rick? I thought we were gonna…'' He darted a glance at the others. "You know…"

"We are. But it's gonna be like nothing we've ever done before. We're gonna swap bodies with these guys and have cloud sex."

"What?! I-I don't want to swap bodies with a smoke monster!'' Catching himself, he twisted his fingers together. "N-No offense."

None taken.

"Morty. Do you trust me or not? This is gonna be right up your alley. All intimate and shit. I chose you to try this with, you little ingrate. It's my first time, too."

That gave Morty pause. The two of them had been fucking for months, but Rick still seemed to be allergic to intimacy as a concept. Every time he began to share his heart with Morty, he ended up shutting down afterwards. If this was a true offer of vulnerability, Morty couldn't just turn it down.

''Fine,” he sighed, shoulders heavy. “Ok. Let's try it."

The gruff Rick set it all up, applying diodes and dialing in settings. The clouds went into the bell jars. Morty was asked to calm the fuck down and lower his heartrate, and eventually Rick had cooed him through it. Then came a moment of unspeakable pain, and every thing changed.

His new senses weren't senses at all, not in any way that Morty could understand. He saw without seeing, heard without hearing. It was like he just knew things about the world around him, his thoughts made of something invisible that he couldn't define. The bell jar opened and Morty understood that he was to exit in his new vaporous body. He was aware of the others, of the two beings borrowing their original    bodies, the gruff Rick opening a private tent. And, especially, he felt his own Rick, his presence like bright neon in his mind.

This slaps. Rick's voice wasn ’t a real voice, but it made Morty feel good.

What now? Morty returned, though he didn't quite understand how he was speaking.

In the tent. I thought you ’d want some privacy.

Morty was surprised to find that he could intuit how to move with great precision, and he followed Rick into shady privacy.

Wh-What are they doing with our bodies? he asked.

Hedonistic flesh shit. Stop thinking about them. Rick crowded in on Morty. We're here for us.

Morty had begun to worry about his normal body, but everything changed when a wisp of Rick's vaporous body mingled with his cloudy self. The jolt of alien pleasure hit him like a bolt of lightning, and all other thoughts fell away. It was like his mind had become a sex organ. He saw, without seeing, a vision like a steel gate shaking, as if a battering ram was pounding against it. Running on desirous instinct, Morty pressed forward. Their smoky bodies mingled further, turning green as they mixed. Morty made a wish, and the gate turned to sunflowers that toppled to the ground in a heap.

Instantly overwhelmed by the swirling shared mindscape, Morty reached for the shape of his grandfather. And he was here to be found, joy of joys! Here was Rick as Morty liked to think of him, relaxed and laughing on the couch. Rick as a small child, crying and crying over a lost balloon. Here was Rick in a tuxedo, turning the wedding ring over and over in his pocket while he tried to remember how to breathe. Rick with his nose broken and bloody, glaring at his smug father. Rick in a hospital gown—but no.

Not yet . Rick's voiceless voice surrounded him.

It felt so good. Morty ’s very being tingled, like his soul was about to orgasm. Rick sounded like he was close, too. Morty could sense tremulous desire in him.

Look.

Inside their shared soul, Morty saw Rick's love, large and shimmering in unnamed colors. He knew without knowing how to proffer his own in return. He held it out, and Rick's wrapped around it. Rick's love opened like the Marianas trench, with depths unfathomable. Morty had no choice but to drown in it. Pleasure suffused him utterly.

I th-think I'm coming, said Morty. Can we come like this?

Rick's voice caressed him like a sweet spring breeze. It's sex, Morty. Of course we can come.

I want more.

They swirled together and Morty saw a strange sight, like their human bodies were combining and recombining in horrifying ways, faces and limbs changing, fading in and out, growing and shrinking. It continued without slowing, like a shimmering mirage flickering.

We were already one, Rick's phantom voice was hushed, awed. I never understood.

Morty's pleasure mounted as the grisly display went on. He let Rick's words carry him away until ecstasy exploded within him and swept it all away. Nothing existed but the thick whiteness of his orgasmic Nirvana.

Now he was a child, an infant, and Rick was holding him to his breast. Hush, little baby, don't say a word...

Is this real? Morty asked.

There are no lies here.

I don't remember this.

I do.

Who's my special guy? Rick asked the infant. Baby Morty blew spit bubbles.

The scene changed. Now Rick was small, Maybe four years old. A man stood over him, wire clotheshanger in hand.

No! Rick said.

The vision blurred for a moment, but didn't disappear. The man whipped Rick's little calves again and again, swearing all the while. Toddler Rick wailed, but the man didn ’t care. Morty felt himself growing bright, so bright that he burned the man right out of the scene. Rick moaned as the light of Morty enveloped his small self.

I love you, said Morty. He kissed the child on his brow.

Don't stop, begged Rick.

Morty hugged Rick more tightly and swallowed his body inside of his own. The pleasure was unbearable. They were the same, lonely children who only found love in each other. Suddenly Morty was an old man and Rick was a youth and his back ached but they kissed and Morty could feel Rick coming apart in his hands. They exploded into twinkling silver star, became the glorious heavens together. These orgasms were beyond anything Morty could have imagined.

Keep going. keep looking, Rick said, desperation quivering inside him.

You love me.

So much. Keep looking.

Morty, in his incorporeal self, took steps into the dark. He saw his grandmother, young, a spotlight turning her hair golden. She was weeping endlessly, and Mort knew with great assurance that Rick believed this was something he should never be forgiven for.

Not there, said Rick. Deeper.

I still love you.

Deeper. Morty. There's something...

Somehow Morty just knew what Rick meant.

He found himself in front of a castle covered in thorns. On the plants hung tortured versions of Morty, ones he recognized from bad memories together. With Rick panting and gasping in pained pleasure, Morty searched for the door. He tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. He uncovered a key hole and looked around.

You still don't trust me?

I'm afraid. Rick's honesty was at least refreshing. Please. This is why...

Then show me the worst thing. Show me the worst thing you ever did. You'll see, then. I'll still love you.

Morty could feel his hesitation, but this space was free from dishonesty, so a vision sprang to life before the door. It was a scene that Morty knew so well. He often thought of it at night to keep him warm. In the vision, Rick was hovering over Morty, hand cupping his cheek.

I couldn't stop myself, said Rick in the present.

They found each other in the vision, fell into a heated first kiss.

I ruined you. I love you but I did this to you anyway. I'm so ashamed. I'm selfish and disgusting. I ’m a fucking pedophile.

I know. Morty couldn't deny that in this space. But I love you, still. I love you. I'll always love you.

You shouldn't.

But I do. Look, look at me. I can't lie to you here. I forgive you f-for fucking up. I forgive you for ruining me. I'll forgive you every time. I'm in love with you and I ’ll never stop.

You mean it.

Morty found that now he had a key in his hand, and he hurried to unlock the door before it could vanish.

Here, again, was Rick in a hospital gown, sitting on a gurney. A doctor with a solemn affect stood before him.

''The metastasis is worse than we'd feared. It's spread to your lymph nodes, your bowel, and your brain. ”

Rick stared down at his hands. ''How long?"

"Even with treatment, I'd say six months at most.'' The doctor wore a gentle frown. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez. It's time to make arrangements. I can have my office call you with recommendations for hospice..."

No.

No no no no no no

NO!

The vision vanished and Morty was in Rick's arms, thrashing to break free.

I couldn't say it out loud, said Rick.

Get off! Get off! Y-You have to fix this!

At this point I'm just a walking bucket full of tumors, Morty. Even citadel medicine can't save me.

No!

And Morty was crying with his entire bare soul. Rick joined him; they wept the same tears with the same eyes. Morty had always been so proud that he had inherited Rick's beautiful eyes. They both pulsed with distressing heat. Everything felt like worms squirming slickly around both inside and outside of him.

B-But 100 years...

Guess I'm a liar.

Operation Phoenix—

l destroyed all the healthy bodies, remember? If I try again I'll just make clone after clone with the same cancer. I could only buy myself six months at a time, and die painfully over and over.

It's not f-fair!

Morty became so tiny, a bird inside an egg. The shell made him safe, but it made him lonely. He felt the warm weight of mama bird Rick all around him. The heat was like the embodiment of his yearning.

I wanted to do this with you before it was too late, said Rick. I wanted to give you this.

There were no more words for Morty. He was in a pain without possible expression. Rick would be gone soon and there was nothing he could do. His heart went limp, his soul greyed out and paled. Changing shapes with no control. Morty let Rick cradle him in many forms. They were an artist and his muse, they were father and son, they were the sun and the tender crops, and they were the singer and the song. He fully lost track of time while Rick soothed him with an endless lullaby. He didn't understand what he was feeling, nor which thoughts were his own and which were Ricks. He wanted to stay this way.

l'll die, too, said Morty, when you go. I'll throw myself in the grave and they'll bury me, too.

No, said Rick. Morty could feel how certain he was.

I can't live without you.

You will.

I ’ll never love again.

Rick seemed to grow more solid. Good. Don't.

Forever.

Forever. You're only mine.

Will you wait for me when you get to hell? Morty wrapped his mind around Rick's tightly.

Morty saw himself through Rick's eyes, annointed in holy light. Morty finally saw himself the way Rick saw him, unbearably beautiful.

l'll break out just to find you.

They basked in the light together, swirling through one another. Morty had no more words for his pain, nor Rick's pain, nor their joint fear. The hurt had turned so beautiful that he thought it might kill them both and end all of this. Morty couldn't bear it, but he felt an obscene pleasure in the way they blurred, blended. This was true intimacy, feeling the same things with the same mind, without bodies or words to get in the way.

l love you, they said with one voice. I love you.

It was the only thing that mattered anymore.

[sadiecoocoo]

The worst thing is seeing a fun drawing of Rick and Morty just doing normal family bonding stuff and it being tagged rickorty… like I why does hugging after a bad dream have to be seen as a ship? I mean you ship whoever you want, but imma interpret that shit as Rick being a good grandpa and trying to let his grandson know that he’s loved in a platonic family way… and yes, I will like the post, but I will be mad when I get actual cannot-be-interpreted-any-other-way rickorty content

[rickortyweek]

Welcome to ‘tis, our very first Rickorty Week!

All forms of fanwork are accepted, and the prompts are subject to your own interpretation. Don’t forget to mention us, or use #rickortyweek2023 within the first five tags of your post so we can see it!

As a thanks for all the positive feedback we’ve decided to give you 2 bonus prompts for the week!

Without further ado, here they are:

June 18

“If you don’t care if you die, why do you care if I die?”

Fake Dating AU

Beggin’ by Måneskin

June 19

Alternate Selves

Firsts

June 20

“You’re gonna be fine. Grandpa’s here.”

Accidental Romance

June 21

Seduction

Do You Feel It? by Chaos Chaos

June 22

About to Die

“I’m okay with this. Be good, Morty. Be better than me.”

June 23

Confession

Mutual Pining

June 24

ET by Katy Perry

Soulmates AU

“You’re my Grandpa, Rick. Rick and Morty — 100 years.”

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[autisticricksanchez]

- hey i’m cath!

- main blog @catholickedd

- use she/they pronouns for me!

- recently changed my username (used to be @/bisexualricks)

- im a minor dont put nsfw shit on my dash please, but non-minors im ok with following/interacting with as long as i dont have to see/deal with weird shit :/

- rickorty shippers do not fucking interact

- i post fanart (#fanart tag) and thoughts (#thoughts) and reblog shit

- for the best r&m posts on this hellsite scroll through #faves tag

- rnm playlist number one (rick sanchez)