rick sanchez x reader

Close Rick-counters Of The Rick Kind

"Happy anniversary, Dad!" Beth says, placing a massive stack of pancakes in front of Rick.

"Oh, I get it. Regular pancakes are already shaped like flying saucers." He explains to himself, cutting a pancake in half and shoving it in his mouth. "I should be making you breakfast for putting up with me."

"You should be making a whole restaurant." I scoff at Jerry and focus on the conversation.

"Nonsense. We couldn't be happier to have you around. I just wish I got to see more of you." Beth's face falls as a portal is opened and three Rick's came through.

"Rick Sanchez of Earth dimension C-137, you are under arrest for crimes against alternate Ricks by the authority of the Trans-Dimensional Council of Ricks." The copies point their guns.

"Hey, what the heck?" Jerry demands.

"Neutralize the Jerry." The trigger was pulled on one of the guns and Jerry had frozen, I honestly found it kinda funny.

"Dad!" Summer called to Jerry.

"Dad!" Beth said with narrow eyes.

"Rick!" Morty and I called out in a panic.

"Everybody relax. If I know these a-holes, and I am these a-holes, they just wanna haul me to their stupid clubhouse and waste my time with questions. Let's get it over with." Rick pulls of his napkin.

"Bring his Morty and Y/N." The middle Rick commands, belching.

"Leave my Morty and Y/N of of this!" Rick belches back. Two Ricks come around, cuffing us three.

"You lost the right to have a say in these things when you refused to join the Council." The copy demands.

"W-w-what about Jerry?" Beth questions, almost in tears.

"Will you at least unfreeze my daughter's idiot?" Rick asks before being dragged into the portal.

- - -

"Jeez, Rick, what is this place?" Morty asks.

"The Citadel of Ricks." Rick answers. "The secret headquarters for the Council of Ricks."

"Council of Ricks?" I scoff at... well, everything. It's crazy, all these different versions of Ricks', most have both a Morty and Y/N, some don't.

"As you both know, I've got a lot of enemies in the universe that consider my genius a threat: galactic terrorists, a few subgalactic dictators, most of the intergalactic government... Wherever you find people with heads up their asses, someone wants a piece of me." Rick explains.

"I want a piece of your Y/N." One of the Ricks' says, looking me up and down. I walked closer to my Rick.

"Find your own Y/N, she's mine." Rick says, a slight growl.

"Can you fuck off? Whatever I do with my body is for me and me only. Back off or I swear to God you won't fucking live to see tomorrow." I growl. 

"Ooo, she's feisty. I like it." The Rick behind me comments. I turn around and kick him in the balls, as he doubles over I smirk and keep walking.

"That's hot." My Rick says.

"Hey, if you join in too, you're gonna be on the ground just like him." I warn.

"I would never pressure you, darling. I'm just saying." He shrugs and we head up an escalator. Shit, I totally forgot Morty was here. "Anyways, a lot of versions of me on different timelines had the same problem. So, a few thousand versions of ingenious idea of banding together. Like a herd of cattle or a school of fish or those people who answer questions on Yahoo Answers."