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We as a society are not using the bloodmary x reader tag enough
FUCK it’s even worse, Mark said HE will get out of the Blood Ocean and curl up in Ryan’s arms, I cannot—
Ok, I need some opinions. We've already established that in this little one-shot universe I'm writing reader also has amnesia. If (and it's a big if right now because finals start soon and I'm already tweaking about that) I keep writing little one-shots for PHM, do we want the reason for amnesia to be...
Someone messed up. Either through human error or the med-bot malfunction reader was accidentally given the amnesia serum as well.
Reader also did not want to go on PHM and, therefore, was given amnesia for the same reason Ryland was.
Vote!
Someone messed up
Reader did not want to go on PHM
Oh, and if you choose the second and are willing, please comment any ideas you have on why reader wouldn't want to go on the mission. I have a few ideas rattling around, but I would love to hear from the people as well.
Ok bye have a great day!
just the two of us
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Pairings: pre-Ryland Grace x GN!Reader
Words: 2.4k
CW: none
Summary: Prequel (of sorts) to my last fic. You wake up with no memories in what appears to be a medical lab. At least you're not alone.
A/N: I intend for the reader to be a living being/medical expert, both there to study the living competent and properties of astrophage and to help with any medical emergencies the crew would’ve had (let's pretend there’s not a med bot for most of that shhhh). I am also a fashion major, and I am absolutely shit at science and math, so please do not expect scientific accuracy or knowledge from these fics.
Also, it’s confession time, I haven’t seen the movie yet lol. So I'm basing the wake-up sequence on the book. And I changed some aspects of it just bc a. I think having another person in the beginning would have influenced the events a bit and b. I don’t fully remember it lol.
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“What’s two plus two?”
A voice is speaking to you, but your limbs feel so heavy, and you're so comfortable, so you let the voice lull you back to sleep.
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The next time you're aware, the voice is still speaking. You groan and try to lift your arms. They don’t move. Startled, you try to respond to the voice, but all that comes out is something akin to a groan.
Ok, think, your name is… shit. You don’t remember your name. Panic starts to set in, but you push it aside the best you can.
Ok, next thing, where are you? There’s something soft beneath you; you assume it’s a bed. You can feel things on your body, likely electrodes and tubes, that your brain supplies. Maybe this was a hospital? Maybe you were in a car crash of sorts. That would explain the apparent amnesia. Your heart starts to race at the thought, you hear the voice speak again, before a heaviness floods your limbs, and you fade into unconsciousness.
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The next time you wake up, you're able to peel your eyes open, and you groan at the light above you.
“What's two plus two?” That same voice is speaking again.
“Four,” you respond, delighted to realise your voice is working again, never mind how hoarse it sounds.
With considerable effort, you're able to get your arms to push your upper body up. You take stock of your body, you're naked (lovely), but the electrodes and tubes you had felt before appear to have all been removed, and, damn, you're ripped as hell.
You spend a moment ogling your newfound arm muscles before a groan, followed by the sound of something hitting the floor, snaps you out of it. Your head whips around until you spot a man lying on the ground next to another bed in a daze.
“Hello?” Your voice comes out raspy and quiet, so you clear it and try again, “Hey, can you hear me?”
This seems to snap him out of his daze, and he looks up at you.
“Do you know where we are?” are the first words out of his mouth.
You shake your head, “No clue, I assume you don’t either?”
Before either of us can speak again, the computer interrupts us, “What is your name?”
Were both silent before he sat up and turned to you
“You don’t happen to know my name?” he questions.
“Man, I don’t even know my own.” Your car crash theory might actually be sound.
This guy could've been in the car with you. Or maybe he hit you with his car, or vice versa. But double retrograde amnesia, huh, that is odd. It’s relatively hard for a human to sustain significant TBI, and for the amount of memory loss you're both exhibiting, the range would have had to be moderate to severe damage to your temporal lobes. The information comes to you naturally, along with several other more scientific terminologies and possible diagnoses. This might mean you knew the medical area, maybe you were a doctor?
The man was now struggling to his feet, his legs seemingly still unsteady. You slide off the bed, eager to test your own legs. As soon as they hit the ground, you're struck by the fact that both of you are starkly naked in the presence of someone you're not sure if you know or not. A very handsome someone nonetheless.
Your face heats slightly, and you grab a sheet off the bed and wrap it around yourself till it forms a makeshift dress of sorts. The man’s attention is drawn to you by the shuffling of fabric, and he instantly comes to the same realization you did. Murmuring a few apologies under his breath, he also wraps a sheet around himself. The two of you stand there for a beat until he speaks again.
“Looks like togas.”
An awkward smile graced his face. You allow yourself to let out a short laugh at his attempted joke, and some of the tension seeps from the room. Looking around, you notice two other beds,
“Let’s try to wake them,” you say, and make your way over to the bed closest to you.
If it truly was a crash, maybe these people were also involved in the crash; hopefully, they still had their memories. The chances of all four of you having amnesia from brain injuries were extremely low.
And… They are very much dead.
You stare at the withered body of the person lying there. Their skin was sunken, close to decaying, and you couldn’t make out any features. You look out to see that the man had come to the same discovery at the other bed.
“Fuck”, you breathe out and run a hand over your face
“Incorrect. Attempt two. What is your name?” you startle slightly at the voice, one you now realise has a slightly mechanical tinge to it, likely an AI or computer built into the room.
“John”, the man replies, and you whip your head around to face him.
“Incorrect. Attempt three. What is your name?”
He frowns and turns to you, “Hey, I’m a white American male, I was just playing the odds.”
You survey the room again until you spot a hatch “Hey, help me open this.”
The two of you get the hatch open and climb into another room, this one filled to the brim with scientific tools, graphs and machines.
“Shit, I think I'm a scientist.” The man next to you remarks, and after a confused look from you, he elaborates, “I know the names of everything in here. I have to have some experience with this stuff.”
You nod, “I felt the same about some of the medical stuff downstairs, even now I can’t recognise some of the things in this room, but I know a few. And some of them I can relate to some sort of medical use. I think this room disproves my car crash theory, though.”
He laughs, “I think it might help my theory. I’ve been thinking we're in quarantine for some sort of disease.”
“Might be. Let’s take a look around, see if we can find anything.”
At your suggestion, the two of you spread out, surveying the room. You come across a group of boxes labelled various things,s but one box label stands out to you: Astrophage-Earth-Samples-1.
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“Astrophage? That's what we're calling the stuff killing our earth now?” you say, raising an eyebrow.
A woman sits across from you at your dining room table. You had given her a cup of tea as a courtesy, but now it sat slowly losing heat in front of her.
“Yes, Doctor Ryland Grace coined it. The name will be released to the public in the next twenty-four hours.”
The name sparks some memories; you must have read one of his papers at some point. You make a mental note to check it out later.
“Huh, so I get ground floor access to this information for only a few hours, I feel so special." you say dryly.
“Yes, you are,” the woman says, either missing your sarcasm or purposefully ignoring it. “In fact, you have been selected to join us in the study of it.”
“Me?” you say, “I study living things, not space matter.”
“Astrophage is living, another discovery by Doctor Grace. Your research in the atomic to medical level of living things could be useful. We want to know its similarities and differences to other living things. Whether it has a weakness we can use or not. How could we weaponise said weakness against it?” She sips her tea now and makes a slight face at how cold it's gone.
You purse your lips, “I got a life here, I can’t just-”
“You will. humanity depends on it, and if you're worried about leaving any loved ones behind, imagine telling them you turned down the chance to research something that might save their lives.”
She’s efficient, you'll give her that, brutal but still effective.
“Ok, give me a few days to get my affairs in order.” you relent.
“No, you leave tonight,” she replies, pushing the still full cup of tea away from her.
“Tomorrow night.”
“Tonight.”
“Tomorrow morning”
“No. Tonight.”
“Fine!” You throw your hands up. “Tonight. leave so I can pack.”
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The memory hits you like a truck. Finally, some information!
“We might be at a research base!” you exclaim, turning to your partner to find that he has constructed a swinging contraption made of string and a tape measure.
“What are you-”
“And our planet might be dying,” he says.
“Yeah, because of a substance called astrophage."
He looks up at that and says, “Huh, I hadn’t remembered that far back yet,” before going back to his swinging contraption.
Although unsure exactly what he is doing, he seems focused, so you take the moment to silently observe the person you're stuck with. He’s tall, probably about 6 feet, his hair is blonde and quite messy, but it suits the whole hot nerdy look he’s got going on. Even in the ridiculously toga look you've both got going on, he’s an attractive man, in an awkward, probably talks about microbiology on the first date kind of way.
Wow, you've been stuck with the guys for less than an hour, and you're already thinking about how hot he is. You're internally chiding yourself when his voice finally cracks through the silence.
“I think I think we're in space.”
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It’s been hours now. The machine had continued to pester the two of you for your names, and on a whim you had said Ryland Grace. This had worked and unleashed a new wave of memories into the man’s brain, causing him to remember that he was, in fact Ryland Grace and he was able to recall your name as well.
Thank god too, the man- Ryland and you had started brainstorming names you could call either other, and you really felt like Emperor Comatose really didn’t fit him.
After exploring the cockpit and storage area, you were finally able to procure clothing. The task after that was… hard. After staring at the bodies of your fallen crewmates for a few moments, you both decided the best option was to put them in space. You and Ryland carried Yao Li-Jie and Olesya Ilyukhina, as gently as you could, to the airlock and sent them one by one into space. You heard Ryland whisper something over them as their bodies faded away, and you let a few tears drop down your face. You may not remember them much now, but you did know them. The two of you stood there for some time, a moment of vigil for the fallen.
Eventually exhaustion crashed over both of you again, apparently comas weren't that restful on the body. Now you both sat on your respective beds silently eating the food paste the robot had procured.
A sniff pulls your attention towards Ryland.
“Shit, sorry,” he says, rapidly blinking and tilting his head back, “S’lot for one day.”
Can’t balance the guy at all, lord knows how many times frustrated and overwhelmed tears have pricked at your eyes in the past few hours. You place your, now empty, paste tube on your bed and walk over till you're perched on his bed.
“You’re ok, today… alot." That's putting it mildly. Today felt like getting hit by an actual car instead of a hypothetical one.
“We’re going to figure this out, Ryland. You're not alone out here, I might not remember anything as well but I’m sure everything will come back for us in time.” You hesitate for a moment unsure how he'll react before reaching across the bed to grasp his hand in yours. “You're not alone.” You repeat “I’m here. And I’m going to do everything I can to help us.”
He smiles softly and squeezes your hand in thanks. The comforting silence stretches for a bit before you let out a sigh and move to stand up.
“Bed, for both of us. I don’t want your legs giving out on me tomorrow.” You give him a teasing grin as you make your way back towards your own bed.
He lets out a small laugh and lays back in his own bed. “Night.”
“Night, Ryland.” you reply, your eyes already drifting close. A last thought drifts through your mind before unconsciousness claims you. At least you weren’t alone out here.
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You: What the hell is going on and what the fuck am I doing.
Ryland: They're so confident and determined wow I’m so glad I’m stuck on this ship with someone so self-assured :)
I cannot imagine the horror of realizing you're alone in space thank god Rocky shows up for Ryland in canon.
Aroace spec Ryland is very near and dear to my heart. Personally I headcanon him as demiromantic/sexual, which means if I write more fics I’ll probably show him slowly falling for the reader as opposed to attraction at first sight. However, reader on the other hand is like god damn he’s hot asf within an hour of them meeting.
This one was just mainly about the reader but I hope you still enjoyed reading. Like before if anyone sees any grammer/spelling/storyline errors or if you just want to say hi feel free to comment!
Have a lovely day :)

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"ryland is rocky's dog" this "ryland is rocky's goldfish" that. ryland is a giant but extremely fragile and skittish creature that rocky keeps off property with an entire team of dedicated carekeepers. ryland is rocky's horse.
like the movies
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Pairings: Ryland Grace x GN!Reader, Platonic!Rocky x GN!Reader
Words: 2.4k
CW: light spoilers for movie/book
Summary: Moments of peace after savings two planets allow you some time to think. You come to some realizations, and Rocky helps.
A/N: First fic on this account because I'm absolutely obsessed with this movie and book.
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It’s a late night on the ship as it slowly makes its way to Erid. The three of you had decided to kill the days it would take to get there by teaching one another about different customs on either planet. You and Ryland had taken to showing Rocky various movies and shows that Stratt had pirated onto the ship. This proved to be a bit difficult since Rocky could not see the films until you had discovered that, along with closed captioning, Stratt had also ensured that all visual media on board came with audio descriptions as well. Lord knows why she thought to add it, but you agreed with Ryland that her thoroughness in all aspects came in handy now and then.
The three of you had spent many hours curled up on one of the beds, streaming different things off a computer. One notable night, the three of you are watching some crappy horror movie, causing you to jump into the person on your left, who happens to be Ryland.
His face split into a teasing grin as he said, “Scared? Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure none of us are vampires, so the probability of this happening is extremely low.”
You huff in response and ignore the feeling that forms in your stomach over that grin, “Oh, please, I saw you flinch two seconds ago.”
He tilted his head and pretended to think for a moment, “Nope, cause like I said, I’m not scared of improbable things.” His teasing grin turns to you again before his attention goes back to the screen.
You stifle a small smile, a plan forming in your head. At the next tense moment in the movie, you poke his side and yell into his ear, causing him to flail and fall back onto his side of the bed.
Rocky scuttles up next to Ryland’s head, shooting off, “Grace ok, question?”
Through your laughter, you explain, “Oh, he’s fine, Rocky. I scared him on purpose. So, who’s not scared of improbable things now?” The last part is directed at Ryland, who continues to lie there, glasses askew and his hair messy as always.
“We’re watching Alien tomorrow, so then you can really have something to be scared of,” he grumbles as he sits up.
“Movie is meant to scare humans, question? Why be purposefully scared, question?” Apparently, Rocky hadn’t really grasped the genre you had been watching and its purpose. The rest of the night was spent explaining the concept to Rocky, one he found quite fascinating.
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Next, Rocky attempted to teach the group a game from his species. It involved using different types of rocks and trading them amongst the players until one person had all of the rocks. Very similar to card games on Earth. The only problem was that the different types of rocks were distinguished by something the human eye could not see. An easy fix, you substituted the rocks for cards and poked holes in them so Rocky could tell the suit and number.
“Go fish,” Ryland said as he gave another card to Rocky.
“That is not the game we are playing.” Rocky snarks as he gladly accepts the card. He had the most out of all of the three of you. You were a close second, but Ryland had little to no cards.
“He’s just been petty because he’s losing,” you pick a card from the center pile, “Grace, you owe me another card.”
He reluctantly hands it over, leaving him with only half a dozen cards. “I think these rules are against me.”
“Grace is a sore loser, game is random,” Rocky replies.
“Yeah, Grace, it’s luck-based,” you say with a grin. You loved it when you and Rocky had the common goal of annoying Ryland.
“Ok, well then, how does he have so many?” the man says, pointing at Rocky.
“Rocky have great luck,” he draws another card. “You both own Rocky two cards.”
Finally, the game ends, Rocky wins, of course, but he says that in time you might beat him, and you all decide to go to bed for the night.
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Which leads you to now, it’s been a few hours since Ryland went to bed. You had lain down then, too, but to no avail; sleep just wouldn’t claim you for some reason. Instead, you found yourself in the laboratory, tinkering with a formula that you hope would allow you and Ryland to at least walk on Erid with suits. The science of it is complex, but there’s no harm in experimenting with the idea.
You’re mumbling to yourself about it when the sound of your last name startles you.
“Oh, hi Rocky,” you reply.
“Why not sleep, question?” He’s in the tunnel that extends into the lab, watching you with curiosity.
“Can’t sleep, too many thoughts in head.” You move so you’re sitting on the floor and leaning against his tunnel. It’s warm against your back, and you let yourself relax against it for a while.
Rocky interrupts the silence, “About the formula for living on Erid.”
“Yeah, that’s some of it,” you sigh, not sure you wanted to confront your feelings yet.
When both of you had woken up with no memories, you admitted that you had initially found the doctor quite attractive. But there were more pressing things going on, saving the world for one, as well as accepting that the two of you were to die out here, each other’s faces being the last human ones you ever saw. There's no denying a bond had formed between the two of you, not romantic in nature but not necessarily platonic either. A codependence of sorts, one that sent panic down each of your systems when you couldn’t see or hear the other. One that drew the two of you to push your beds together till they were almost touching, an innate, primal need for human closeness.
Not that either of you talked about it, all these things happened yes, and you were both aware of it but you never spoke about how, when you woke up in the middle of the night, you would watch the man next to you breathe until you fell asleep again. Or how he seemed to know you so well that when you needed something, all you had to do was make a certain face or noise, and there he was with the exact object of your desire. Or when he was concentrated on something, his hair would fall into his face perfectly, how you would pluck his glasses off his face when they were dirty and clean them without a word, how he would walk you through a more complex equation you couldn’t quite grasp, fuckkkk.
You groan and place your head in your hands. The thoughts are all rushing at you now. You had been so stressed and so focused on the mission that you had never had the time to sit and think about it until now.
“Ok, question?” Rocky is fiddling anxiously on his side of the tunnel, sensing your distress.
“Yes. No. I don’t know, I just realized something big, and if it’s not the same for him this is gonna cause some problems.” You mumble, face still in your hands.
Rocky is silent for a moment before responding, “About Grace, question?”
“Yes, I um- ok,” you breathe out a long breath and rest your head against the tunnel. “You and Adrien are mates, yes?”
“Yes, Rocky and Adrien very good mates!”
“Ok, well, I think I just realized I would like for me and Grace to… be mates.” You use Rocky’s terminology for lack of a better word. No scratch that, it’s the perfect word, you didn’t want that bullshit dating with Ryland, you just want him to be yours, hell, it’s not like you had any competition. But it begs the question, does he want the same?
“You and Grace are closer now, but not mates, question?”
“Well, yes, but there are different types of relationships. We have a… platonic relationship right now. We don’t do things that romantic or mate relationships do.”
Rocky considered this for a moment, “You and me have platonic relationship, you want more than that with Grace.”
“Yes, but if he doesn’t want the same, then it’s gonna get real awkward real fast.”
“Ask him,” Rocky says
“I can’t ask him, I have to see if he feels the same first. If he doesn’t, I will never tell him.” Your scientist brain is already running through this scenario like it’s an experiment. I’ll test with physical touch and words, hm, and maybe I’ll–
“No, I mean, ask him.” Rocky cuts off your train of thought and points. “Grace being stupid, hiding.”
Ryland steps into the room, a light blush across his face at being caught. Your jaw drops slightly, and you feel your face heat up.
Rocky looks between the two of you, er, well, angles his body, before speaking again. “Rocky leave now, you two talk.” he scurries away, leaving the two of you alone.
Were both silent until Ryland walks over and sits, leaning up against the tunnel next to you with a small sigh.
“How long were you-” you start, but he interrupts you.
“Since you told Rocky you couldn’t sleep. I woke up, and uh, you were gone, so I went looking for you, and then I just ended up listening. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hear so much,” he groans and hangs his head.
“It’s ok,” you reply, turning your head so you were looking at his downcast face. “I mean, it would’ve come up soon theres not that much room here. I just…don’t know what youre going to do with the information.”
He looks up sharply and turns to you.
“What am I going to do with it? I think,” he pauses, then as if searching for something, “I think that when I woke out of that coma, and you immediately took charge, dependably directing us on what we should check or do next, I was so grateful for you. Even though I know you were just as scared and memoryless as me, you acted like it all made sense, and God, I’m so sorry that I never got to truly thank you for that moment.”
He shifts again, this time so your knees are touching. “I think I’ve never met someone so willing to listen before. You listen to me, and I know half the stuff I say doesn’t make sense, but you're always there. I think your face when you get an idea, whether it’s something scientific or just you and Rocky plotting against me, might be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I-"
Your faces have drifted closer since he started talking like some magnet drawing you in, “I don’t know why I haven’t realized before now, though maybe the whole Earth is dying thing distracted me, but I like you a lot. I think I might even love you.”
The silence stretches for a moment. “You want this?” You say, trailing one of your hands up till it’s grasping his hand.
“Yes,” he breathes out, and that's all the confirmation you need to softly press your lips against his.
It’s a soft kiss that’s followed by another, and another, and another. Your hands are looped around his neck and tangled in his hair, his are around your waist, pulling you in as tightly as he can in the awkward sitting position. You don’t know how long you spend pressing against each other, placing soft kisses on each other's lips and face, before a voice interrupts you.
“Mates now, yay yay yay.” Rocky’s in his suit now and standing in front of the two of you, a party hat is on his head.
“Rocky, it’s considered rude to interrupt private moments,” you chide lightly. The two of you have pulled apart now, only slightly, and your arms remain around each other.
“Rocky can hear you across ship anyway. We watch movie now. question?”
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The night ends with the three of you curled on one of the beds again, you leaning on Ryland’s chest and Rocky curled up between the two of you. It’s a rom-com tonight, one of your favorites actually, and Rocky has endless questions about it. At one point, you tilt your head up to look at Ryland
“You good?” You whisper.
He smiles, “Yeah, all good.”
“Ok, love you.”
He smiles and leans down for a soft kiss, letting out a small murmur of love you too against your lips. As your attention goes back to the movies, you can’t help but think about something Rocky said early. You already knew Rocky could hear across the whole ship, which means he had to know Ryland was lurking during your conversation and purposely didn’t tell you. You look down at the alien, where he is happily cuddled between the two of you. A smile creeps across your face, that little matchmaker. You’ll have to help him beat Ryland in the next game you all played.
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Rocky staring at you two interacting: damn, these bitches oblivious as hell.
I was fighting for my life to not use y/n in this omfg. Anyways, might write more in this universe, might not. Maybe i’ll write a little one-shot of them waking up if school work isn’t too bad. Well i hope you enjoyed reading, if anyone sees any grammar/spelling/storyline mistakes please feel free to let me know!
Have a lovely day :)