#a merry rickmas one and all

[missmeasured]

Merry Rickmas everybody! I’d like to throw this in, even though I’m late for the prompt. Under the category of Restless Waiting I have a Hans Gruber/Reader smut for y’all.

You are a new lawyer who is being blackmailed by Hans Gruber and forced to work for him in the weeks leading up to his heist. Temporarily living together in a penthouse apartment that faces the Nakatomi Tower, you sometimes forget he’s a criminal. He prefers to remind you.

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2300 | Pairing: Hans Gruber/ You (Reader has breasts and a vagina)

Content Warning Tags: Blackmail, shoplifting, Heist planning, Non consensual touching, Fingering, Vaginal Sex

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Restless Waiting - Rickmas 2023 - Hans Gruber

You had gotten used to being woken in the night with his requests. Working for Hans, living in this apartment while he worked on his plan, was an all hours kind of job. However, normally it was a sharp knock that stirred you, this time you did not wake at the soft opening of the door, or the lifting of the covers, but jolted into alertness as the weight settled into your bed.

“Sir?” You ask in a panic, please God let it be him and not some intruder.

“I require your assistance,” he used his normal answer and yet as he slunk across your bed the normalcy of the answer seemed not to matter.

“I’ll get some clothes,” you begin and try to leave from the other side, but his hands take your hips, clad only in some cotton underwear, and pull them back toward his own.

“That won’t be necessary. You are perfect as you are.” He answers calmly. Then his fingers start tracing patterns across the flesh of your shoulder blades above your camisole and you shiver to think what assistance he is asking for tonight.

You knew he was not a good man, in the moral way. He was not opposed to using violence to get what he wants. You yourself are here because he is blackmailing you. You would lose your law career if he told on you about your prolific shoplifting spree you went on after a bout of depression at the end of law school. How he knew about it, you were not sure. You had changed your name since then, covered your tracks as best you could. Yet the evidence remained, and with his folder of evidence your employers would also have no difficulty connecting the dots.

The fingers of a not morally good man swirling around the skin on one’s back, were complicated. On one hand, you were not an idiot, men like him often take what they want in this way. So your body tensed, too aware of being prey, all the nights you had slumbered here unmolested had lulled you into a false sense of security perhaps. On the other hand, he was a handsome man. Quite charming. Too many times you had felt yourself forget that he was a criminal, who was blackmailing you into helping him dot the i’s and cross the t’s on his plan. He planned on killing. You knew all of this explicitly and still there were moments.

Mornings of sharing cups of coffee, when he was not questioning you about the legal intricacies of different foreign bank accounts or corporate documents, sometimes he would just ask you questions about yourself and really listen to the answer. In those conversations you felt yourself forget who he really was. You cursed the little butterflies in your stomach and squashed them with the remembrance that he was your blackmailer.

“What do you want, Hans?” You ask, you need to be clear about what is happening here. To know what to expect. Are you being asked to pay the blackmailer with your body now?

“It’s funny… my plan… it’s all coming to fruition and now… all this waiting. It makes me unsettled.” He answers. It is not an answer.

“And… how can I help?” You ask the dark, his hand begins slipping up and down your waist and over your hip, on its way back he lets it go under your camisole. Your breath hitches but the hand stays near your waist, he doesn't move to grope you.

“The holiday… it makes me feel… lonesome. Funny how your childhood has a way of rearing its ugly head when you think you are so big and impervious to it all. So I find myself… seeking your company.”

“Christmas… is a strange time for a lot of people.” You whisper back, unsure what to say.

“Take off this top. I want to draw on your whole back.” He instructs in a whisper. His fingertips swirl again, under your shirt now. To say no, and be told it was mandatory felt too uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of this as happening as part of your blackmail, so you lifted yourself up to slide out of the camisole without argument, telling yourself you wanted the handsome man to draw on your back anyway. You told yourself to pretend you had met him at a cafe. Come home with him of your own accord.

“So much…. Waiting… so much wanting… perhaps I am a child waiting for Saint Nicholas all over again. Only this time… I wait for a much bigger present. Freedom.” He muses as he maps out the planes of your bare back while you clutch the covers close to your chest. “Then again, I am sure you also… are restless… waiting for your own freedom. From me.”

“I was more restless in the beginning. Now I have accepted it. Just a few more days, and you’ll be somewhere in paradise and I’ll… go back to work,” you answer.

“Perhaps I shall send you a plane ticket… have you come so that I might do this in sun cream…” he muses.

“I’m sure there will be a lovely lady with a lovely back where you are going.” You try to shut this down, because just then your mind was too eager to jump at the chance. The idea of not working anymore was too pleasant. But you were too clever to jump at being the mistress of a criminal. You would live at his whim, feeling like he owned you. You would lose all the progress of your hard fought career, and what if one day he just called it off? Better not to dream at all.

“I’ve grown quite fond of you, this month.” His lips seem too close to your ear. “My clever girl. So helpful.”

“You are a very charming blackmailer.” You answer in a whisper, too excited about the change in his tone, the weight of his pressing hands, and how one has gone back to your waist and made the pilgrimage over your hip and down your thigh.

“Charming?” He did that laugh where he made a single grunt of chuckle in his throat and pushed air through his nose, it tickled your neck. “Charming enough… to ask for more? I confess, I came in here thinking if I can blackmail you to work for me, I can blackmail you to snuggle away the Christmas woe, the relentless waiting, and yet… I do confess I want more. But… I don’t want your body as blackmail. You’d have to give it of your own free will.” His fingers swirled over the fronts of your thighs, sending wanting to your core in their wake.

You did not know what to say, but the more his fingers made swirls of goosebumps as if they were the winter wind inside the warmth of your covers, the harder it was not to show your arousal inside your breath.

“Well… can I have my pretty lawyer for Christmas?” He was impatient, waiting for your answer, his fingers so close to touching your panties you were aching with the need of it. His beard scratched against your bare back, he was kissing you softly there between your shoulder blades.

“Yes.” You whispered. He ended your waiting, immediately. He cupped your sex and pulled you tighter against him, suddenly his hard cock pressed against you. Had it been there behind you the whole time, pointing, reaching, not touching?

You moaned. You were letting him, your blackmailer, do this to you. Where were your senses? His beard scratched you while his lips clamped down to suck on your neck. Pain twisting with pleasure, like what you should do, and should not do. You should not be excited by the man who has threatened your livelihood, not yearn for the stiffness that pressed against your ass.

His fingers wormed under your panties, feeling for your entrance and finding it quickly. He laughs into your ear from behind. “I didn’t know I was this charming,” he teases. “So wet…” he pushes in with two fingers, making you cry out. “Tell me… did your pussy get this wet when you were stealing?” He was bringing up a dark time, a bad memory, twisting it with your pleasure. There was no fighting how good his fingers felt inside you. “That’s why I chose you, you know. My little thief. I know that you know… the rush I am chasing.”

Your response was only sounds, wanton, craving sounds while he talked and plunged his fingers in and out, with every pass of them you felt yourself dripping around them, almost embarrassed by how eager your body was for him. “You try to be such a good girl now. Different name.. revised history… but I think helping me steal all this money…. Turns you on. I think you are excited.” He ground his excitement into you and you clenched around his fingers thinking about having it inside you.

He stopped, withdrew, and tossed back the covers, plunging you into the chilly night air. He sat up, pulled you over onto your back, eyes feasting on your breasts. “I’ve been wondering what’s under your clothes… what a beautiful canvas to shoplift on. I bet these nipples looked so pretty under stolen lace. I bet this…” He put his hand down to her core again and brushed a thumb over her mound “left lovely silky wetness right in the middle of every stolen pair of panties.” He hooked his fingers in and stole your last bit of clothing.

In the moonlight you saw he had on an open button down shirt on and a pair of navy blue boxers that tented in the middle. He saw you look, and smirked as he pulled the length from below the waistband, letting it go above, an eager rock hardness, bobbing up and down as he let the thing swing. He looked so good, so handsome, and partly undressed, that beautiful cock the cherry on top, you opened your legs for him.

He knelt between your legs and guided the tip into your folds, slipping it up and down, lubing himself in your excitement. Every time he rubbed your clit with it you couldn’t help but moan for him, making you sound whoreishly eager for his coming penetration. But you liked it when he smirked at your noises.

He lined up the tip and nestled it into your opening. He raised and lowered his hips with maddening slowness, easing the length of it inside you tiny bit by tiny bit, relishing in your gasps, your hips lifting, trying to take more of him than he would allow at once. “You are… a very…mmmm… good Christmas gift… my little thief… you are…. So wet… “ He slowly said while he fucked himself into you with such erotic slowness you thought you would explode when it reached his full girth.

“I bet when I’m long gone with all my money you will touch yourself to these memories. At your boring job. Your pussy will be throbbing around your fingers when you think about helping me steal all that money…” He told you, and you knew he was right. You had been enjoying helping him.

You were so swollen, so needy, every pass of his cock was scratching a desperate itch. You didn’t even know you needed it. Had wanted it. He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back, crunching your body up under him as he began fucking you faster. He must have sensed you were about to come, because he slowed to a stop with a mischievous look. “Let me catch up with you, naughty girl.” You moan at his teasing, as he goes slow again with a maddening rhythm .

“I like this.” He sighed over your face as casually fucks you, letting you stay on the edge. “Respectable girl with bad girl past still likes being fucked like a naughty girl, doesn’t she? Because that’s who you are… inside.” He has pegged you with deadly accuracy. It seems to give him pleasure to have caught out the truth about you. He speeds up again.

He’s too right, you haven’t felt so alive in months, and no man has felt as good inside you as this criminal mastermind does. It all washes over you. The feelings, the truths of it all, the pleasure more than anything. Then you are starting your climax and he is chasing his own, pushing harder and deeper into you.

It’s like being outside of yourself, watching him fuck you till he comes. How when he begins to feel his climax coming he abandoned his slow, talkative approach and tossed his head back in open mouthed pleasure as he slams himself in to the hilt over and over again. His breathy noises, his groans on the air, make your growing orgasm unbeleivably strong, your legs shake as he fucks you.

He pulls himself out only at the last possible second as his cock instantly explodes all over your curled up form beneath him. You enjoyed his grunts a little too much as he used his hand to spend the last himself across your breasts.

It was only after that you had your first kiss with the man. The damn butterflies came back. “I don’t think the waiting is going to be so hard anymore… with such a lovely distraction.” He smiled as he cleaned you. “Not with my little thief stealing my attention.” He teased.

As he tucked you into his arms for the night suddenly the few days before the heist seemed like they would be too short. Your impending freedom loomed too imminent. You would be restlessly trying not to think about how fast Christmas was coming, knowing it would mark the end of your time with him. Unless you accepted that plane ticket offer after all.

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Rickmas 2023: Day 14. A Light in the Night | Metratron & Reader

Content warning: suicidal thoughts

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Having a guardian angel was strange. Due to some godly magic you couldn’t quite understand, you never remembered that you had one or why until he appeared, and then it was like you’d never forgotten. So when you looked out of your window on Christmas Eve and saw an unusual light floating in the air, you thought it might be a drone or something until it came closer to you and Metatron appeared in your bedroom, and suddenly it made complete sense.

“Oh, what now?” you sighed.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” the angel retorted with irritation. “All the times I’ve saved your ungrateful arse from making another stupid decision, and all I get is what now?”

“Every time you show up, it’s never with good news. It’s always don’t do the thing you really want to do, [Y/n], or else there’ll be terrible consequences. Never you’re on the right track and good things are coming your way. Can’t you bring me good news for once? Or just a social call would be nice.”

“I don’t have time for social calls, and if I did they certainly wouldn’t be with you.”

“How can you not have time? You’re literally older than time itself.”

“You’re not my only ward, you know. But you are my most bothersome.”

You crossed your arms and huffed. You’d grown up in care after your mother died when you were a baby, and growing up in the system naturally meant you got yourself into a lot of trouble, but you’d always found that fortune brought you a way out of it.

Then, on your 18th birthday, you discovered that fortune hadn’t been a factor at all - it had been Metatron, your guardian angel, secretly protecting you. Once you became an adult he was able to reveal himself to you, and boy did he rip you a new one for all the shit you pulled. Once his rant was over, he’d revealed that the reason you had no idea who your father was was because he never existed - you were an immaculate conception, your mother being the last descendent of Jesus Christ of all people. You didn’t have any siblings, what with her having died when you were a baby, and so you were left to carry the mantle of being the last descendent of Jesus.

All this had been explained to you with many a weary sigh and quite a few expletives. If you were meant to be the last Jesus or whatever, weren’t you supposed to have the best of the best for a guardian angel? Why had God sent you this guy?

“Look, fine, I’m your last choice for new Jesus. Why are you here?”

“For the last time, you’re not new Jesus. You’re just his bloodline, which for some reason I agreed to protect. And you know perfectly well why I’m here.”

He nodded to your hand and the bottle of pills you were holding.

“That’s a one-way ticket to Hell, you know.”

“Sure, like God’s gonna let new Jesus go to Hell.”

“Which is why I’m here.”

“You’re just making me want to kill myself even more.”

Metatron sighed and sat himself next to you on the bed. He awkwardly patted your thigh in an attempt to be comforting.

“Tell me why. I can make your problems go away with a snap of my fingers, you know.”

“Can you fix my brain?” you muttered bitterly.

“What’s wrong with your brain?”

“Dunno. Just doesn’t work properly. Like… there’s something missing. Something I can’t quite place my finger on. And even when I remember all this — I just feel overwhelmed by it all. The pressure of being what I am…”

You sighed and turned the pill bottle over in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“At least in Hell I’d feel something.”

“Pain. Horrible, excruciating pain. Forever.”

You ran a finger down one of the faded scars on your forearm. “Pain helps sometimes.”

Metatron sighed. “Sometimes I don’t understand why He made you so…”

“Pathetic?”

“Human. Not just you, all of your family. You carry pain I could never understand.” You scoffed, and he said, “Do you think Jesus didn’t hurt too?”

You looked up at him then, frowning. “Wasn’t He meant to be perfect?”

“He was. So are you. Perfectly human and perfectly divine.”

“Too human.”

“…Maybe. But who am I to question God’s design?”

“You should always question authority, Metatron.”

“And that attitude right there is why you keep getting yourself into trouble.”

You closed your eyes and held the bottle up. “Go on. Get rid of it.”

“Is this your choice?”

“Yes, just do it.”

Metatron snapped his fingers, and suddenly your fingers were grasping onto thin air.

“I don’t want to come back again,” he said.

“Hate my company that much?”

“You are extremely irritating, [Y/n], and quite possibly the worst choice for ‘new Jesus,’ as you keep calling yourself, out of all of my wards. There’s a lovely farm boy in Tunisia, for example, if only he was a scion - hey!” Metatron winced as you hit his arm. “That would have hurt if I had pain receptors!”

“Well, there’s the difference between you and me, Metatron. That’s why God wants His scion to be human — because we know what life feels like. We know love and loss and fear and pain. We can see the beauty in the little things and the majesty in the big things. We know - I know - that life is horrible and beautiful at the same time. People are cruel and they’re kind and they can be both at the same time. We’re tiny and insignificant - and we’re giants.”

You looked up at him, and he had a strange look on his face. It might have been a smile, but you’d never seen him smile before, so you weren’t sure he was even capable of it.

Outside, the clock struck midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Metatron.”

“Happy birthday, [Y/n].”

“Will you stay a bit longer? I don’t want to forget yet.”

Metatron paused, then nodded.

“Alright. Maybe I do have time for a social call after all. Where do you keep your whisky?”

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To Find Joy

Summary: In where Richard reminisces about what the holidays meant to him in the past and what they mean to him now. (Prompt 23 Cherishing Joy)

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): narrative heavy (sorry lol), a dash of angst and realization, a sprinkle of adoration and love, a pinch of fluff and wholesomeness (mix it all together to get this finale!)

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: And here we are! This will be the last fic I have for Rickmas!! I'm so sad that this is ending 😭😭 but I have had a blast this whole time! It has been fun writing for different Alan characters but it also made me a little weepy 🥺🥺. But enough of that for right now please enjoy this cute little fluff piece and I'll see you at the end. ❤❤❤

Christmas. It was a time for being merry and joyous. A time for giving and being grateful for all the things that had transpired during the past year whether they be good or bad. It was a month when people were more generous and when family from near and far gathered together and celebrated. 

And it was also a season that Judge Turpin deeply loathed since boyhood.

Ever since he could remember he hated how insincere everything about the holiday felt around him. How people seemed to change their attitudes toward all that was around them. Suddenly there were family members showing up after months of not seeing them even though they were only a carriage ride away. 

Then there were the leeches from high society. The schmoozers and wealthy families that his parents used to host and it disgusted him the way those people would laud his family only so they could seek favors from them later on. 

What was particularly irksome to him was that his parents seemed to reveal in the praise of people who only cared about what they could do for them. So Christmas to him for those many years just happened to be the season that the mask people wore every day was simply now decorated in bells, and glittery things to reflect the true version of one's self. To deceive and make oneself look more generous and kind than they really were.

And if there was one thing he hated, it was deceit. 

Maybe it was all those years that caused him to become such a harsh interpreter of the law. To bring those, no matter how petty the crime they committed, to justice. To make sure that their lies and deceit would no longer affect the peace and stability of society's order.

Wasn’t that the greatest gift he could give to the people of the city as a High Judge?

Yet it seemed that no one cared. No one was grateful for the work he had done on their behalf to keep them safe during these treacherous times. No, they just caroled away ignoring everything that was wrong around them for some silly holiday that truly had no meaning. A holiday that was supposed to bring joy to the world. 

But for him, he felt none of it. Each year he would spend the season alone. No decorations, no carols, no feast or visits from so called friends and acquaintances. Only the housekeepers and other servants in the house kept him company as he worked the month away ready for it to be over as he found no delight in the festivities.

For many years he thought the holidays maddening. Hating that joyful bright month he felt no true happiness in even though all around him people were merry and cheerful. He found the celebrations bothersome, unnecessary and distasteful.  All of it he despised and he would be more than happy for it to never exist in the first place.

That though had been him almost five years ago. 

A bitter, dark, stern man who brought fear to those who dared cross his path. A man who hated the season as much as he hated the liars, thieves, and criminals who roamed the streets. He was still all of those things to the public, never faltering when it came to making sure people knew who exactly he was. Lord Turpin High Judge of London. The man who dealt out death to all those who decided they were above the law.

But as he pushed open the door to his home. There was a change that could be seen and smelt. No longer were the walls dreary and dark; instead, they were filled with beautiful deep green wreaths of holly and mistletoe. 

Multitudes of candles were neatly placed on top of shelves and drawers that were covered with deep red and green cloth to match the other decorations. Each candle cast a warm orange illumination over the area making the area feel cozy and welcoming unlike how it was previously. 

The smell of freshly baked cookies mingled with the natural smell of the greenery around him. An interesting yet not at all unpleasant combination as he shrugged his coat off to hang.

When he had stepped foot over the threshold of his home he was no longer the High Judge that men feared. No, he became someone different than he had been those joyless years ago. He had become-

“Papa!”

The sound of tiny footsteps rapidly approaching him had him turning around, his gray eyes, seeing the blur of a red night shirt right before he felt a small body wrapping itself around his leg. Looking down he was met with a toothy grin that was accentuated by chubby cheeks and bright eyes full of awe and excitement.

His body relaxed and the stern frown that his lips had been drawn into the entire time he had been away melted into softly knitted brows and a small smile reserved only for the two he deemed worthy of seeing it. 

“Hello there little prince,” he murmured, reaching down and gently picking the boy up who happily traded in hugging his father’s leg for being held in his arms. “Were you well behaved for your mother today?”

“Yes!” He chirped, wrapping his arms around Turpin’s neck and beaming at him. “We made cookies and mum even let me lick the spoon!” 

“My word it seems you had a most productive day then?”

The little boy nodded eagerly about to say something else when another pair of footsteps echoed toward them.

“William, be careful my darling! I don’t want you hurting yourself, or knocking something down. Lord knows we don’t need a fire to be set.”

Even when she was scolding the little boy in Turpin’s arms she sounded beautiful. Her voice rang so sweet and clear like those bells people used to decorate all types of things during this season of giving.

It was nothing like the grating voices of those at court and it soothed his ears as he watched her appear from the sitting room doorway. Freezing at her husband’s sudden appearance, her expression of concern for her sweet son morphed into one of surprise not expecting him to be home already.

“Mama! Papa’s home!” William squealed, elated at seeing his mother and wiggling excitedly in his father’s arm as he turned to wave at the woman. 

“Richard!” 

The twinkle in her eyes was more beautiful than the moon’s light reflecting off freshly fallen snow as she bounded toward him. Her confused expression was no more as it morphed into a radiant smile as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, squishing the little boy closer to his father as she leaned up to give Richard a sweet kiss.

William, who was a bit squished in between, didn't seem to care at all as he giggled happily nuzzling into his father’s neck as Richard leaned down to meet his wife with a tender kiss of his own.

“[Y/n] my heart,” he murmured in that rich baritone that had her shivering while he shifted a bit so that he was holding William with one arm and able to snake the other around her waist.

Her eyes were bright as she watched him hoist the little boy up with ease and hold her with the same amount of effort. Goodness she loved him so much, so strong and gentle with both of them it made her heart flip and warm as she gazed up at both of her loves in adoration.

“My sweet you are home early I wasn’t expecting you for another two hours,” she said, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek and feeling some of the rough stubble that had begun to grow. “Is everything all right? No trouble at work today?”

“No, nothing of that sort,” he answered, stroking her waist and becoming lost in her serene features that gazed upon him softly. 

If it was someone else giving him such a look, he would be offended, disgusted even that they would stare at him in such a manner. It felt like they were pitying him and he needed nor wanted any of that. But with [Y/n], it felt so, right, so soothing to have someone so sweet and radiant look upon him with such adoration. Maybe it was why he had been so eager to propose marriage to her so soon after their meeting

“I just thought that after all the work you and the house staff-.”

“And me to papa!” William cut off exuberantly causing both his parents to look at him with amused expressions. “I helped mum put up that flower,” he pointed out to a wreath hanging above a shelf right against the staircase.

“And of course you too little one,” Richard added leaning down, placing a kiss on the young boy’s forehead causing him to giggle and quiet down again after his recognition. “I just thought it ungrateful of me to not cherish what my sweet wife and son have done to make our home look so wonderful.”

A bashful look overtook [Y/n] and she suddenly felt herself become shy at his words of adoration. Even after being with him for five years, she couldn’t help how much she loved to hear his praises for her. But of course, she knew how much he didn’t like the holidays. 

It had been something that was discussed during their first Christmas together as husband and wife and it absolutely had her thinking about what she could do to at least lessen his hatred for it. Because to her, it was the season for joy and family and she had always adored it growing up in a close knit family. 

So to have him slowly warm up to it each year, made her heart happy. And she was sure now that they had a little one that had somehow softened him even more regarding the subject.

“Oh, Richard! As much as I want to say you didn’t have to,” mirth in her voice as she stroked his cheek before moving her hand and repeating the action against the little boy’s making him giggle. “I do love being able to spend time with both of my loves. You two bring me so much joy and I wish to cherish it for as long as possible.”

“I know, and it was a wish that I hoped to grant you this year seeing as I failed to do so the last year.”

Shaking her head at his words her smile never faltered even at the reminiscing of the past Christmas where things had not gone as planned. Still, they were able to be with each other as a family and that’s what mattered.

“My love, do not let what did not happen last year bother you, you are here now and it is all that matters,” she spoke, assuring him as always. And for a moment he mused about how wise she was even at her young age compared to him. 

How he had studied and interpreted law for decades yet with just a simple sentence of understanding she had calmed and warmed him. 

“So if it is agreeable with both of you,” she started, eyes darting between Richard and William, “should we have an early supper and maybe some stories by the fireplace?”

“I have no objections my heart, but does our little one find it agreeable,” Richard asked looking down at the boy who was just happily watching mum and pa as he cuddled Richard.

“Can you read papa,” he asked sweetly, head lifting from his father’s shoulder to look at him with wide eyes that the older man had become weak to after so many years. It didn’t help that the little one had the same color and shape of eyes as his mother which made Richard adore him even more than he already had.

“I like it when you read and so does mama!”

“Is that true love?” He asked knowing the answer as he looked at [Y/n] knowing full well of her answer, “do you enjoy my reading?”

“Of course what kind of question is that!” 

Humming, as if he were truly contemplating this matter as if it was a law to be decided, he finally answered after a brief moment.

“Well then I believe this is a settled matter. I will read for both of you after dinner to show my gratitude to you both.”

A cheer broke from the boy as he tightened his hold around Richard leaning in to kiss him on the cheek happy that his pa would be reading to them. It warmed him, so much he couldn’t stop from squeezing the little boy and retightening his grip on [Y/n] who happily went to wrap her arms around him hugging him and nuzzling him just the same as their son was doing

And he felt that after all those years of hating the holidays that brought him no happiness or cheer. He had finally found a reason to cherish the joy the season seemed so well known for. And they were both in his arms. 

A/N: That's all folks!!!! I hope that you all enjoyed reading these stories as I had so much fun writing🥰🥰! I may or may not be sobbing that this is over as I've been rewatching so many of Alan's works recently and I'm super heartbroken that we never got to see more of him in movies or on stage😭🥺😩I'm sure he would have been fantastic and as many said we will never see the likes of him again.

But I'm so happy we still have a fandom that keeps his memory alive even though it has me weepy sometimes when I see posts and such (chill out girl). It's made of such great people and I hope it stays forever ❤❤❤ This was so much fun and I hope to do it again next year and write for even more prompts and I didn't have time to write for all of the ones I wanted to this year!!!

Of course, thank you to the wonderfully talented and amazing @deepperplexity for hosting this and also giving us some fantastic stories to entertain ourselves with🎉🎉🎉🥰 you're so great ma'am, and know we adore and appreciate you!!!!! I'm definitely going to go binge some other Rickmas fics that people wrote though for some holiday comfort hahaha.

Thanks again you all and have a Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas 🥰✨🎄❄

(P.S. there may or may not be a second part to an earlier prompt coming out right before the new year is not technically Rickmas but still😉😉)

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rickmas day 24!

prompt: Christmas Party

warnings: drinking, loud music, swearing

AN: I did it! A full 24 days of prompts completed! Thank you to everyone who read and took part. Happy Holidays to everyone!

Continuation of day 2

As the party got into full swing, Metatron made himself comfortable in the corner. He preferred watching than engaging in this kind of behavior. People wandered around with red solo cups holding various liquids. Despite the room full of people though, his eyes kept moving back to the one person he actually wanted to watch.

“They’re pretty great right?” Metatron looked to his left and saw that Silent Bob was standing next to him.

“They truly are.” He agreed. “Strange you choose to talk to me of all people. I thought silence was your thing.” Silent bob shrugged.

“Usually jay does enough talking for everyone.” Metatron chuckled at that. “I see they dragged you into the party. Jay dragged me here too but honestly I don’t mind it.”

“I don’t mind it either.” Metatron shrugged. “True (Y/N) dragged me here but…” he trailed off, wondering if he should actually admit it to someone. “They’re my ward. Always have been. I prefer to keep an eye on them and if them forcing me down here for trivial things like a chrismas party means that much to them,” he shrugged again and looked over at the party host with a fond look in his eye. “I can’t argue with them about that.” Silent bob nodded and patted him on the arm. Metatron raised an eyebrow at the shorter man.

“Well try to enjoy the party a little at least. (Y/N) didn’t just call you down here for that. I think they also wanted to get you away from whatever’s going on upstairs at the moment.” Metatrons eyes drifted back to his ward. “Is anything going on up there?”

“A party. Not unsimilar to this one. Although this one is better under control.” He said off handedly. Silent bob nodded and then disappeared. Metatron made his way over to the person who had called him. “Enjoying yourself?” I jumped and looked up at the man who had always watched over me.

“Yeah.” I smiled at him. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Someone chose that moment to turn up the music and I watched with sympathy as metatron pressed a hand to his ear. “One second. I have to fix that.” I yelled and took off. With the music turned back down and everyone under strict rules not to touch the volume control, I made my way to the corner metatron had retreated to. “Sorry. Can’t have my landlord coming to shut us down.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “So…my question?” Metatron smiled at me and pulled me in for a hug.

“I am. Even if it doesn’t look like I am.” He squeezed me gently. “Thank you for saving me from the other party.” His eyes flitted upwards for a second and I smiled.

“Silent bob told ya huh?” He nodded and i shrugged. “Sorry if this ain’t much better but you know us humans.” Metatron kissed my forehead and I stopped trying to explain it to him.

“It’s wonderful.” He smiled genuinely. “merry Christmas (Y/N).” I smiled back at him.

“Merry Christmas Metatron.”

[rickssugarplum]

Rickmas Cheer

My first Rick x reader fanfic so sorry beforehand if it sucks. I want to thank @kitten-wrath for her encouraging advice. Hope this is alright! ❤

(Rick C-137 x Reader) SFW, Slight swearing, Fluff

You’re nervous about visiting family for the holidays and Rick shows up for a surprise.

You were pacing back and forth, inside your living room, surrounded by elegantly wrapped presents. They were a pretty but grueling reminder to why you were quietly muttering to yourself in anticipation and you hated to admit; fear. 

Like always with any holiday, you were afraid of visiting your family. While you loved them, you hated the aspects of a holiday gathering. The lack of personal space, the constant questions about your life that felt like an interrogation, and god forbid, a family member bringing up politics. Receiving gifts and enjoying the Christmas atmosphere had become irrelevant in your mind. You were too scared to go. But you knew deep down, you would feel guilty for not at least making an appearance. You just wish you could calm down before you would have to leave and face the music.

You were taken out of your thoughts as a whirring sound of a bright green portal emerging and a familiar old scientist with blue hair stepped out of the portal into your living room.

“Heyyyy, Happy Houuurp-lidays,” The man said as the portal closed.

The last thing you needed was to deal with Rick with an experiment or whatever else he may have needed.

“I can’t help you right now, Rick. I have to get ready.” You said, frustrated.

“For what?” He questioned.

“I have to visit my family for Christmas....” You say quietly.

Rick looked slightly empathetic at you. He knew you tend to fret before any social occasion, knowing that it wasn’t a real dire situation. But to you, it was.

“Oh. Well uhh, I j-just dropped by to give you this...”

From his lab coat, you watched as he took out a small box, wrapped in a red bow. He handed it to you, and you were taken aback. You hadn’t even entertained the thought that Rick would bother giving you anything. Now in your hands, you untied the bow and opened the box revealing an illuminating gold crystal connected to a beautiful gold chain, making you gasp in awe. The crystal was so bright, it was almost blinding. As you took it out and inspected it more, you noticed the crystal was surrounded by glistening stars, giving its brightening effect.

“It’s uhhh, a xaculan crystal,” Rick explained. “They-they’re like a magnet to hydrogen and helium, hence the stars...I got it from a planet that’s full of different crystals and...this is the rarest one in the galaxy.” 

It left you speechless. Your eyes started to well up with tears as you looked in Rick’s eyes that sparkled from the stars on the gift he had given you. 

Given you

The smartest man in the universe and intergalactic criminal, Rick Sanchez, gave this literally astronomical gift, to you. So many thoughts were running through your head, but one was outweighing all the others. Why?

“I-I-I’m no good with this sentimental bullshit. I think the holidays are just another excuse to spend money on stupid shit that no one really needs for relatives you barely see anyway...”

You awkwardly looked around the room, back at the many packaged gifts you were going to give. Rick continued. 

“But, I wanted you t-t-to have this because... even if you don’t know it, you light up every room you walk in...”

That was all it took for the tears to flow down your face. You were the happiest you’ve ever been in a long time, the first real joy you felt since the season started. He put his hands on each side of your face as he gave you a gentle smile. 

“Merry Christmas, babe.” He hushed softly, stroking your cheeks to wipe away your tears.

You fell into him as you started full on sobbing. He wrapped your arms around you and gently stroked your hair. Your arms were around him, your head was to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you continued to cry. It had been a stressful few weeks for you, and he seemed to catch on to that. He just held you for as long as you needed, for which you were grateful. After what felt like forever, you took some deep breaths to calm yourself and wiped away the remainder of your tears. You finally let go, feeling better. Rick then took the necklace and opened the clasp and presented it in both hands.

“May I?” he finally asked you.

You smiled and turned around, your back to him. A slight shiver went up your spine when you felt his long fingers brush your hair away and draped the chain over your neck. When the necklace was secure, he flipped your hair back in place and turned you back to face him. He was taking a good look at you.

“It looks amazing on you.” He stated, lips slightly curled. He then stepped forward and gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead. You giggled at the sweet gesture.

“Soooo, when do you have to meet up with them?” 

You had forgotten about the worries of your inevitable gathering with your family, thanks to Rick. No matter what would happen, your Christmas was already made.

“In a few more hours,” You said meekly.

“Well, d-d-do you want me to stay for a bit? I can uhh bring over some cookies Beth made from home later, if you want...” Rick suggested.

A warm smile spread across your face. With all the hustle and bustle of preparing for this day, you hadn’t really had anyone to talk to for awhile so, you liked the idea of Rick keeping you company.

“That would be really nice.” You told him.

“Alright,” he said, taking your hand and leading you to your couch. When you both sat down, he wrapped an arm around you and let you lean on his shoulder. You sighed as you relaxed into him, feeling the most peace you felt in awhile. Looking down at your new necklace, your heart skipped a beat at the thought someone cared so much to give you such a gift. You broke the brief silence.

“Hey Rick?”

“Yeah?”

You reached up and softly kissed his cheek. You smiled up at him, finally feeling content.

“Thank you. And Merry Christmas.”

 ❤

[jamiereadon-blog]

"Merry Rickmas to one and...burp...all!"