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2.2k | Ezra x gn!reader | one-shot
established relationship, negative body image, anxiety attack, emotional support
Summary: Ezra has not been the same since losing his arm in the Green. When he suffers an anxiety attack, he reveals his biggest fear — not being enough for you.
A/N: I love Ezra with all my heart and I can only imagine how difficult it must be to navigate life after losing an arm, especially in “ordinary” situations such as hugging the person he loves. I just had to give him reassurance and comfort. 🤍 masterlist | AO3
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
The dim glow of the moonlight casts a soft illumination across the room, highlighting shadows that dance on the walls. The silence of the night is broken by a subtle sound — a muffled sob that echoes through the otherwise quiet hut. You lie on your cot, eyes wide open, unable to ignore the pattern that has emerged over the past few nights any longer.
Ezra, the enigmatic prospector you’ve come to recognize and admire for his strength and composure over the past year of your partnership, is struggling.
You can hear him pacing in the living area, a restless energy evident in each step. Occasionally, a stifled whimper escapes him, the weight of his emotions too much to contain. It’s a painful symphony of anxiety that unfolds behind the closed door.
As much as you want to respect his privacy, the concern gnaws at you, urging you to offer support. You slip out of your covers and put on your sweater, guided by the muted sounds emanating from your partner. The door creaks softly as you open it, revealing Ezra standing near the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight.
His gaze is fixed on the distant moon, his shoulders are hunched, and his hand grips the edge of the windowsill as if anchoring himself in a storm. His breathing is rapid, shallow, and you can see the distress in his eyes.
It’s clear that he’s in the midst of an anxiety attack.
You immediately move towards him, concern etching your features. “Ezra, hey, what’s going on?” Your voice is soft, trying to cut through the chaotic thoughts that might be racing through his mind.
He looks up at you, his eyes wide with panic, and it takes a moment for him to register your presence. “I–I don’t know,” he stammers, his words coming out in fragments. “It just–it hit me.”
You move to stand beside him, giving him some space while remaining close enough to offer comfort. “It’s okay, Ezra. I’m here. Take deep breaths with me, alright?” You model the slow, deliberate inhales and exhales, hoping he’ll follow suit.
He tries to mimic your breathing, but it’s clear that the anxiety has a tight grip on him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his attempts to regulate his breath are met with resistance.
“Focus on me, Ezra,” you encourage, gently placing a hand on his back to rub soothing circles into his strained muscles. “You’re safe here. Let’s try it together. In…and out.”
It takes a while, but gradually, his breathing starts to sync with yours. The rhythm becomes steadier, and you can feel some of the tension beginning to dissipate. Still, his eyes are wide with residual fear.
“Do you think you can tell me what triggered this?” you ask, your voice soft and understanding, sympathy evident in your eyes.
Ezra shakes his head and lifts his gaze to meet yours, struggling to find the words to properly convey the inner turmoil he is facing. “I don’t know,” he admits, his voice breaking.
“Everything just felt...overwhelming. I couldn’t catch my breath for the life of me, and my mind started racing like a runaway train — thoughts careening in every direction. Images, memories, and possibilities colliding, creating a chaotic symphony of ideas that I struggled to make sense of.”
You nod, recognizing the unpredictable nature of anxiety. “It’s alright, Ezra,” you coo. “Sometimes, our minds can play tricks on us and cause us to feel everything at once.” You continue tenderly rubbing his back. “What’s important is that you’re not alone, and I need you to know that you’re not alone.”
Ezra takes another deep breath and nods weakly, the color slowly returning to his face. “I am truly sorry for disturbing your peace, sugar plum,” he mumbles, apologizing for something beyond his control.
“You don’t need to apologize,” you reassure him, a comforting smile gracing your lips.
When you feel his muscles tense again, you can’t help but furrow your brow with worry. “Look at me, Ezra,” you prompt quietly, reaching out to gently place a hand on his arm. “Will you tell me what’s going on? I might be able to help, you know.”
You search his dark eyes and softly rub the skin beneath his shirt’s short sleeve. “But I need you to let me in.”
He looks out of the window again, avoiding your gaze, and you can see the remnants of dread in his eyes, vulnerability evident in the set of his shoulders.
“There’s nothing going on that needs to trouble that beautiful mind of yours, sugar plum. Just a rough night.” He shakes his head and glances at you, sensing that his attempt at deception, in this case for your own good, is not having its desired effect.
You know him too well, know the man behind the rugged, sly persona he’s been cultivating as a survival tactic. You know what’s hidden beneath, shielded from prying eyes, only revealed to the people who are worthy of his love and devotion — first Cee, now you.
“Ezra, I’ve heard you. I’ve heard you pacing, and I’ve heard the tears. It’s not ‘nothing’.” You cup his cheek with your hand, your eyes boring into his. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
He takes a deep breath, the facade slipping away as he meets your eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly. He hesitates for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I just–I cannot seem to shake this feeling, this overwhelming feeling of grief and hopelessness that is threatening to pull me down into the depths of darkness every time I am alone with my thoughts.”
You see the tears welling up in his eyes and feel your heart break in your chest.
Ezra looks away, trying to contain the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. “I thought I could handle the memories floating around in my mind, memories of death, destruction, greed, loss. I honestly, truly thought I could move on with my life, be a better man for you and Cee, and lead an honorable life here in our community. On this stunning piece of land I am so fortunate to find myself on.”
He clenches his fist, and closes his eyes.
“But it is always there, always, always there. No matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. It is always lurking in the shadows of my existence, following me, holding me back.” He sighs deeply and opens his eyes to look at you, his brow furrowed. “I am haunted by the absence of my arm. I miss him deeply, in everything I do. And at night, when darkness takes over, when everything is quiet, it is all I can think about.
It’s a pain that goes beyond the physical, a yearning for a wholeness that seems elusive.”
He turns to face you fully, gently tracing your cheek with the back of his fingers. Your heart aches for him, understanding the weight of his words.
“I am broken beyond repair, my darling, and I cannot help but feel that you would be better off if I was go–”
Without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm and reassuring embrace. Ezra hesitates for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then he leans into the hug, allowing himself to be enveloped by the comfort you offer.
The room around you is silent, and all that can be heard is the subtle sound of his breath.
You can feel the tension in Ezra’s body as he wraps his arm around you, the heavy burden, the weight of his grief he’s been carrying alone all this time. Slowly, you start to sway gently, a rhythm that seems to soothe the troubled thoughts that linger in his mind. The embrace is tight but gentle, a silent reassurance that he’s not alone — and that you’re not going anywhere.
As you hold him, you sense a subtle shift in his demeanor. A quiver runs through his body, and you realize he’s starting to cry. It’s a quiet, almost imperceptible release of emotions that he's been holding back for too long. You tighten your grip, offering him a safe space to let go.
“You’re not alone in this, Ezra,” you whisper. “Losing a part of yourself is a profound loss and it’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to grieve. And you don’t have to be silent about it. I’m here for you.”
After a while, the tears subside, and you loosen your embrace just enough to look into his eyes with sincerity, keeping your hands on his shoulders.
Ezra’s eyes glisten with hurt and uncertainty, something you’ve never seen in them before. You brush away a stray tear from his cheek, your touch gentle and calming.
“I cannot adequately describe how much I despise myself for not being able to do this properly — the way you deserve, my precious sugar plum,” he murmurs, pain straining his voice.
You tilt your head in confusion, unable to decipher what exactly he’s talking about. “What do you mean?” you ask softly, a reassuring smile prompting him to answer you.
“This,” he whispers as he pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes. “I cannot help but think about how my missing arm, my incompleteness, prevents me from embracing you properly. You deserve the world, my darling, and I can’t even present you with a hug. You deserve a man who can hold you close and show you the love and affection you deserve, and I am truly sorry for having deprived you for so long.”
You pull away enough to look into his eyes again, anger now simmering beneath your skin.
How dare this capable, intelligent, and loyal man entertain the notion that he deprived you of anything. Throughout your time together, all he’s done is take care of you, offering you a life teeming with adventure and love. It’s unfathomable that, even for a fleeting moment, he would think you’d be better off without him.
“I love you, Ezra, and I understand what you’re trying to say, I really do,” you say as calmly as possible, taking deep breaths. “But I need you to listen to me very carefully now because I need you to hear and understand every word. Can you do that?”
“Of course, my darling,” he answers with a nod. “You have my undivided attention.”
Your features soften as you witness the sad admiration in his gaze. “I can’t imagine how unimaginably traumatizing it must have been to lose your arm, having to adapt and relearn everything you knew how to do before. But you did it, you persevered. Because you are strong.”
You lift your hand to cup his cheek, causing him to lean into your touch immediately. “I have seen the incredible progress you’ve made since you and Cee arrived here and, Ezra, I’m so fucking proud of you.”
He looks at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief in his eyes, a single tear making its way down his cheek.
“But I can’t even hug you. I can’t hold you like I want to, like I should be able to.”
You smile, reaching up to wipe away the tear. “Ezra, a hug is not just about arms. It’s about connection, about being close to someone. And in case you haven’t noticed, our hug right now is pretty perfect to me.”
He chuckles through a tear-streaked smile, a flicker of relief in his eyes. “You really think so, sugar plum?”
“I know so,” you affirm with a genuine smile on your lips. “Your worth isn’t determined by the number of limbs you have. It’s about the person you are, the heart you have, and the way you make people feel — what matters is this.”
You gently take his hand and guide it to your chest, so he can feel the steady rhythm of your heart beneath the fabric of your sweater. “You feel this?” He nods slowly as you put your hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.
“You aren’t broken, my love. You’re human.”
Ezra takes a moment to absorb your words, and you can see a shift in his demeanor. The weight on his shoulders seems to lighten and you can see the spark in his beautiful, dark eyes return.
“You’re perfect just the way you are, Ezra,” you coo. “And if you ever feel the darkness pull at you again, try to remember that you have someone here who sees you, all of you, and thinks the absolute world of you.”
He nods, his signature smile spreading across his face. “Thank you, my darling,” he says, his voice filled with gratitude.
You pull him back into your arms, holding him close once more.
In that moment, you both find solace in the simple act of being together. The room is filled with the quiet understanding that perfection isn’t about the absence of flaws but about embracing every part of oneself — scars and all.
“After all my time floating through this forsaken universe, searching for meaning,” he murmurs into your ear, a soft smile gracing his lips, “it turns out that love is the answer. Quite poetic, don’t you think?”
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Kisses of Fire
Pairing: Ezra x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N, reader is a prospector
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: canon like violence, blood, kissing?, non-explicit mentions of sex/oral sex, pet names
Summary: Your relationship with Ezra was a delicate one. Reliant on convenience and mutual pleasure, but at one point everything changed.
A/N: May's Year of ABBA, as part of Year of Creations @yearofcreation2023 brings us to my first ever Ezra fic! He was a bit intimidating, but I'm happy to have given him a shot! :) You can listen to the song here as Tumblr hates ABBA and will not let me properly link it.
"Oh Nova…what have you done to me?" Ezra asks in the dark. The pale light of the moon barely penetrates the nylon tent. What light there is has cast a soft yellow glow over the entirety of your belongings as well as both your bodies.
Your head on his chest, sleeping to the sound of his heart beat. His fingers dance over your parted lips. Searching…digging in the dark for an answer to explain one of his life's more recent mysteries. A nick of flint…he reckons. Reasons it to be the cause for the spark he feels each time you kiss. But as his finger drags over your lips, eyes too inspecting best he can in the dark, all Ezra can feel is the softness of your flesh and a pounding in his heart.
Ezra has had his share of love affairs. Men, women, anyone between or beyond…made no difference to the prospector. Who was he to be selective when The Green itself took all equally? And in his many cycles of solitude and isolation, he learned early on to take what he was offered. A lesson you too had caught onto quickly.
You'd never been helpless. Surviving on your own for many cycles of your own, before you crossed his path. Star crossed lovers meet out on the open green, guns pointed, feet braced, waiting for the other to make the first move. The opportunity of which is swept up by Ezra.
"Well well well…to what do I owe the pleasure?" He says with a grin, his voice low and raspy. A foreign twange in his voice that pulls you in.
"I'm a prospector." You answer simply, gesturing to the untouched dig site between the two of you.
"As are most on this moon, Nebula." He states, taking in the sprinkle of vermillion dust coating your dark black suit. "I'm gonna need you to get more specific. You see …this here dig holds my next harvest." The man explains, emphasizing his perceived ownership over the ditch. "So I ask again, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
It's a test. As most things are on the green. A test of nerves. Of skill. Of determination. All of which you forged during your time on the green. "I was under the assumption this dig held my next harvest." You retort.
He scoffs with the tilt of his head, which clears the glare from.his helmet allowing you to see the face of the stranger for the first time. A blonde streak through his hair. "Then you have assumed incorrectly." As you go to respond he stops you. "Though…I am a man of reason. I do not see why this could not be our harvest."
You squint at his words, uncertain of the nature of his offer. "And why should I share?"
The man smirks, appreciating your attitude. "I have something you want. I have supplies. Food. Water. My pod, not far from here. Would make for easy harvesting."
Through your helmet, you can tell he's not lying. His body language is far too relaxed to be telling an outright lie. "And what is it you want from me?"
His mouth goes a little dry at his own proposition. "I want you, Nebula. Sweet stardust, to warm my bed for the duration of our shared excavation.”
The proposition is not a new one, though certainly a curious one. And had you never heard of the man with a blonde streak in his hair and with half an arm gone, perhaps you’d been more cautious than you were. Perhaps you’d never have agreed to such a delicate arrangement. At the least it would have taken much more convincing than it did.
Ezra can tell by the long look in your eyes, and the time you take to respond you’re debating the offer. “Come on Little Nebula…You know it is not a bad proposition. Food. Shelter. Half a harvest. Split right down the middle. And whilst I do not consider myself of Keeva’s most beautiful creations…there are far uglier things on The Green. Though- I am afraid I have one amendment before you decide to agree.”
You nod, urging him on.
“No kissing.” He says flatly, before the vibrancy returns to his character. “Though I am certain you can find much more noble uses for my mouth… if you agree.”
And agree you do.
That was the start of it. Two prospectors sharing in the splendors of greed by day and lust by night. You soon learned how well you worked together; getting through the excavation at an impressive speed. Your two hands proved useful where his one hand struggled. His sharper senses kept you both out of harm’s way on more than one occasion. Then of course, was the shared glory you found at night. Ezra’s many lovers proved him a well experienced man. While his stipulation about kissing went mostly unexplained aside from his general rejection of romanticism, you had found many more pleasurable uses for his mouth than kissing would provide.
The blonde streaked man was not what you'd imagined he'd be. Ezra was something of a myth on The Green. The reputation that precedes his actual involvement in your life had you believing him to be nothing short of a magic man. A survivor of the unsurvivable. A man who spoke in strange riddles and rhymes. One who felt he was almost plucked from another time and brought to yours. A man who'd been here more cycles than most any other prospector on the planet without losing his mind.
Of all the tales told of the strange man, one thing was consistent. Ezra was sincere. Straightforward, as long as you could decipher his odd tongue. Forthcoming of his intentions. So when he explained his desire to split the harvest, you suspected no deception on his behalf.
What you were not suspecting, was how much you'd like Ezra. Quickly growing fond of his eccentricities and of how he pleased you. How strange, you thought, that of all places The Green would be where you'd first foolishly fall for a man who would never love you back. A man who would abandon you when you no longer served your purpose. But in the warmth of his bed, as you press kisses along his cheek, you allow yourself to imagine that the romantic spark would grow to a flame.
Ezra was unsure of when the shift occurred. Perhaps after the first dig. Or the second. Or maybe even the third, where you silently celebrated your six months of partnership. Maybe it wasn’t even up until that fateful moment that everything changed. That you transformed from a fellow drifter on a far off moon, to a love of his own. He doesn’t remember when it happened, but he remembers the day he became acutely aware of it.
Prospecting was a dangerous profession, of this there was never a doubt. Even across your months together, had you encountered many unsavory persons. Thefts, cons, killers. All of the worst of mankind that plagued the face of The Green. All the same kind you’d met before, and were certain to meet again. These ones were just a bit more unlucky than the rest.
Traders. Roaming the planet’s surface trading both exotic goods and mundane items alike. A pair, who like yourself, had heard of the blonde-streaked man who had recently become a half-armed one. A pair with their eyes on the wild and dangerous Ezra’s prized trophy case. What was intended to be a simple supply run, had turned into a stand-off. Just as he had done before, Ezra was certain he could survive. But when you unexpectedly arrived, and the taller half of the pair had his gun on you, it got much uglier than Ezra could have anticipated.
Where once, Ezra would have abandoned his partner, leaving them for dead in favor of saving his beloved trophy case, he found himself unable to bring himself to do so. And as the stand-off turned into a gun fight. And the gun fight turned into a fistfight. In his landslide of emotions, one thing was clear. For the first time in his career, something mattered more than his precious trophy case, you. When Ezra finally smashed the last standing man’s helmet hard enough to crack, leaving him to the burn in the planet’s atmosphere, all Ezra could care about was you.
Bloody and limping, he came to you. “My sweet Nebula.” he pants, “Are you alright?” he asks, voice softer than is reasonable considering the adrenaline still racing through his veins. A thick gloved hand stretched out to your own.
“I’m okay Ezra.”
"Now there is nothing that can keep us apart" And he smiles, as his world slowly fades.
He doesn’t remember how he got back to the pod. Or when he got out of his suit. Or how long he’s been laying in this bed. But when his brown eyes open, and he sees you lying besides him he feels safe. And of all the places Ezra has been in his life as a vagabond, he'd finally found a place he belonged.
It frightens him. The testaments of his own affections shake him to his foundations. To know what his love could do. To know what it made him capable of. And worse- to know that what he loved may not feel equal in those affections.
But he could not lose you. Not to those men. Nor The Green. Not even Keeva itself could remove you from him. That terrible greed that kept his soul had extended to you. You were Ezra's. Though he'd claimed you many times, there was one way he'd yet to have taken you.
"Stardust…" he whispers, aquiline nose bumping against your cheek.
"Hmm…Ezra you're awake." You say, eyes adjusting to the frail light of early evening.
"My beloved Nebula, I hope you can excuse my most sudden intrusion of your person but-" a thick hand slithers under your waist as Ezra takes his position above you, "it has come to my attention that I have neglected you something serious. And if permissible…" he leans in closer, the tip of his nose sliding against yours "it'd most like to rectify my unforgivable sin."
"Ezra? Are you asking to kiss me?" You repeat, your sleep dazed brain struggling to follow.
"I believe I am, Nebula."
"Then you may."
With that, Ezra kisses you. His lips are slow to press their way into yours, shivering with trepidation. Once he has his lips on yours, he knows he's reached the point of no return. The feather light touch of your mouth sears through him. Burning your essence into his very existence. Branding him as yours. The taste of devotion sitting heavy on his scorched tongue.
"More-" Ezra begs, pressing heavily against you. You're eager to comply. Pulling him close.
The kiss is cosmic. All your mismatched broken parts forming like clusters in open space. Finding all the bits that make the other whole. An undeniable heat building on your tongues as your bodies fall into each other, closer and closer. Two fools lost in orbit. Limbs enfold like the outstretched arms of the galaxy.
"I love you." You murmur against Ezra's lips.
And the cosmos is completed. Fire catching at the core, where your lips meet. Burning through flesh, and bone, and pride. Creating one where there once was many. His sweet stardust blossoms like a nova star; enrapturing him in your flames. Where he happily concedes his love for you.
"Oh Nova- my Nova!" He nearly cries for you. Overwhelmed by the emergence of feels he'd harbored so long. "I love you. I love you. I love you-" Ezra repeats like a prayer at your altar. Where he worships the star that brought him light. Where his greedy hands slither up your shirt, begging for access. "Nova, allow me-"
"Please Ezra!" You plead back. Eager to have him as you'd never had him before.
In the end, there you return. Engulfed in each other's arms. The quiet hush of night. Pale lances of moonlight piercing through the nylon tent. So when Ezra rhetorically asks, "Oh Nova…what have you done to me?" and foolishly feels over your lips for a piece of flint; the greater question he wants to ask is what he did to deserve to experience your flame. And just as the first man to discover fire, Ezra's greatest concern was getting it again and again.
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Thinking Ezra thoughts tonight. I’ve maintained for awhile that this man, when he has the opportunity, is incredibly physical in his affection. He’s spent so much of his life enclosed and isolated - either by choice or by horrible circumstance - that more often than not touch seems more precious a commodity than aurelac.
But I’ve been thinking about what that looks like after the Green. When he’s down an arm and far less sure of himself. When he is greedy not just for the pleasure of contact, but the comfort of it. But adjustment is a process, and reaching for you is not as easy as it once was. Even the simple comfort of sharing a bed is more frustrating than it used to be, the pleasure of holding you in his arms as he succumbs to sleep something that has become needlessly convoluted. Laying on his right side is awkward without the arm to brace himself and puts too much pressure on the remains of his ruined shoulder. Laying on his left side is better, but makes him miss that lost limb all the more dearly when the impulse to reach for you strikes, to pull you back against his chest or cradle the back of your head while you curl against him, and finds himself reaching for you with muscle and bone discarded worlds away.
But there is something to be said for tenacity, and that is something that Ezra - a man you once deemed as being both too stubborn and too long-winded to die - has in spades. So Ezra does what he does best: he negotiates. Bodily. A treaty of tactile compromise and zealous compensation. He’ll lie behind you, left arm curling under the pillow and under your head, trailing down your arm to find your hand and twine your fingers together, knotted over your heart. He’ll pull you to him this way, curling in close, hiking one long leg up over your hip and hooking his chin over your shoulder. And when you stir, free hand reaching back to ruffle through the mess of his hair and mutter, still half-sleeping: I’m right here, Ez. He’ll tuck his face into the curve of your neck, hiding a look of anguished relief between the darkness and the warmth of your skin, and he’ll whisper softly back: As am I, dearheart. As am I.
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❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️
Day 26. Bookstore Date
Pairing: Ezra x GN!Reader
Words: 1118
Warnings: none
December Writing Challenge masterlist
The bookstore is enormous. Spanning fifteen floors, nine cafes, a rooftop terrace with an alcohol-free bar, and a creche on the first floor, you’re beginning to think meeting a stranger (that you’d been exchanging messages with on the inter-planetary web) here is a terrible idea. But you’d chosen it because it’s public and easily accessible from your pods charging station, plus when you mentioned books to him your conversation came to life. It buzzed with talk of childhood favourites and guilty pleasures; which ones were for reading in bed and which you preferred on the go. So the bookstore is the perfect place, but you worry you’ll never find him.
His name is Ezra, he’s a little older than you and he’s spent most of his life mining for gems on forest moons but he’s looking for stability now, and a friend to keep him company. You wanted a similar life, maybe settle on a university planet like this one, study for a few years and find steady work that had you hanging up your landing pod for good.
You’re standing in the fantasy section on the second floor, browsing the spines for your favourite book when you hear a beeping coming from your comms device. Pulling it out of your jacket pocket you squint at the thin line of screen that slowly reveals Ezra’s message.
-I have retrieved my
-book. Will meet in
-blue room on sixth
-floor
You pick out the book you’ve chosen and rush to the elevator before the doors close. Pressing the button for floor six you thumb the pages of your book nervously. He seemed like a great guy over texts; he was conversational but never talked over you, he asked questions and was open about himself too. And because he couldn’t send a picture he described himself; scar on cheek, missing his right arm from a work incident, streak of blonde in his hair. He shouldn’t be difficult to spot.
Stepping onto the sixth floor looks like every other floor of the bookstore. You seem to be in the classics section, and along the lefthand side are different coloured doors that lead into various quiet rooms for people to read in. The third door along is blue, so that’s where Ezra must be. You feel your stomach flutter but you hurry across the floor regardless.
You knock once, then twice, then a third just incase he hasn’t heard it. The door swings open to reveal Ezra, exactly how he described himself, wearing black corduroy trousers and a knitted jumper. He looks cosy, sophisticated, blending into his bookish surroundings. He calls your name as a welcome and to ensure the right person has come knocking. He has a deep voice that, along with his appearance, has you weak at the knees. You can only nod in response.
“Come on in. I have left you the armchair nearest to the window. It has a fine view of the park and children playing ball games. I find it too much of a distraction if I am to converse with a companion.”
You saw a smidge of his wide vocabulary in his texts but the way he speaks has you hypnotised into wanting to hear him speak more. You take the seat near the window, unwind your scarf and pop the buttons on your coat to relax into the cracked, leather chair. Ezra sits next to you on a loveseat, side on, legs crossed next to a book whose cover you recognise.
“You chose Wilde?” you ask, resting your own book on your lap. Ezra hums, tracing a finger along the gold lines of a picture frame, a haunting image of a skull resting at the top.
“The Picture of Dorian Gray. A classic. And one of my all-time favourites.”
You think it an interesting choice of book for meeting someone for the first time. It speaks to his character: he could have chosen to impress you with non-fiction, or go for something lighthearted, but no, it’s an honest choice and you’re grateful for that. You talk about the exploration of themes, about youth and beauty and the absence of both the older you get. It’s a deep conversation that lasts most of the hour until Ezra has to bribe one of the bookstore staff to let you have the blue room for another couple of hours. Time is passing quickly, just as it does in Ezra’s book, until the children outside have long left the park to go home.
“And what about you? Which book did you choose?”
You’d completely forgotten about your own choice of book, so much so you had to dig it out from where it had slid between the cushion and the side of the chair. You describe the plot of your favourite book, one Ezra hadn’t heard of. It gives you a chance to speak of your own moral beliefs, Ezra chiming in where he agrees or disagrees which always leads down pathways of discussion that fly far from your original topic. Ezra is a fascinating, clever, funny, understanding man who you can see yourself spending eternity with, if only to hear more of what goes on in that head of his.
It’s late before long, and you and Ezra are asked to leave so the store can close for the night. You stand outside, bundled up in your Winter clothes, leaning against each other for extra warmth, not really wanting to leave but knowing you can’t stay on the sidewalk until the store opens in the morning.
“Well I hope you don’t mind me saying, it has been an extraordinary evening. One that has far exceeded my expectations.”
“I’ve surprised you?” You ask, a cheeky smile gracing your lips. Ezra chuckles deeply.
“Yes, but don’t take that personally. It is rare to find such a like minded individual, especially when I am looking for someone like me.” His tone is self-deprecating and gives you pause. You don’t want to leave Ezra tonight, so you curl your arm around his and don’t let go.
“There must be a late night hub, or an all-night bar we can find in this town. Let’s not part ways just yet.” You stare hopefully into his large, brown eyes and see the moment where his sadness for the night ending turns to relief when he processes your words.
“I would be happy to walk these roads until dawn if you asked me to,” Ezra admits, stepping off the curb and pulling you alongside him.
You’ve found something in Ezra that you see in yourself. Maybe it’s loneliness, perhaps it’s a passion for books. Whichever it is, you’ll be holding onto him for good.
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Lex congrats on your 400 & many more!!! 🕺🏻✨
May I request from Prompt list #1: “It’s pouring rain why are you here?” + Ezra (just because i’m in love with ur Ezra from The Sun Sets With You)
WELL WELL WELL look who is so awfully late with this request (all of them, really 🤦🏽♀️) This once knocked around my head for a while, not gonna lie, cuz I wanted to do a fic set in Ezra's universe & I've seen so many done for when he comes back to Reader after the events of Prospect, but I truthfully haven't seen any for before he leaves, so this came out! Once I reread the final product I really liked it so I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for being so patient! 🥺 And I hope the length makes up for me being so late with it 🥹
I labeled it gender neutral but please let me know if it seems more feminine & I will update! Title & Reader's nickname taken from the song Starlight by Muse (I love & I think the song could actually fit this situation 🙃). I guess you could say they were my muse 😏
Our Hopes and Expectations (Ezra x gn!Reader)
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, language, food mention
W/C: 3.1k
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The birds chirping their joyful, morning song blended with the warm, golden rays of the rising sun is enough to wake you naturally. You breathe in the air of a new day, stretching your stiff limbs across your large bed; too large for only you, but you haven’t had the courage to toss it and start over with a new, smaller sized one. Will you ever? Maybe. But the days pass with you pondering the option, and they always end with you crawling into that same too-large-for-only-you bed.
As your naked feet hit the slightly cooler wooden floors, it helps you awaken fully, and you rise, stretching out once again as your arms reach to the ceiling, and you sigh deeply. You turn to face the sheets, shaking them out and fluffing the pillows back to neatness, then you tuck the blankets into the sides of the frame until the whole bed is made.
It feels bare to you; only the sheets and a top, warmer blanket across the mattress, two long pillows resting against the headboard. Once you broke the habit of piling on unnecessary decorative pillows and quilts that are only meant to cover the bottom of the bed, you couldn’t find it in you to start that up again. He never did like all those ‘redundant hard pillows’ and ‘impractical itchy blankets’.
The memory makes you puff out a small laugh through your nose and you mark a mental tally on your scoreboard that reads How Many Times You Thought Of Him Today. You shake your head and turn to face your wardrobe, finding nothing to wear in your copious articles of clothing until settling on a forest green Henley from his side of the closet. Tally number two.
You accept defeat on the goal of going one whole day of not conjuring up a memory of him through every single thing you do and move along to the kitchen, breaking out your tea box and scanning through which one sounds most pleasant. You settle for pomegranate cinnamon, a tea that definitely did not mingle with your taste buds at first, but you have slowly grown accustomed to.
You place the kettle on one of the stovetop burners, turning the knob and it clicks until a flame bursts from beneath. While you wait for the water to boil, you grab your teapot, a mug from the cabinet, and a spoon from the drawer, opening your tea bag and scooping some into the infuser nestled inside the ceramic teapot. You reach for the sugar bowl and, to your disappointment, find it empty. Exhaling in frustration, you remember that the item at the top of your next grocery list was sugar. He always did tease about your inability to refill the sugar bowl before it ran out.
Deciding that you wouldn’t be able to properly enjoy your tea without sugar – something you experimented with before and knew since to always add sugar – you begrudgingly conclude you need to visit the market down the road. You leave everything prepared as it is on the counter, turn off the stove, and head to the front door. Once you grab your keys and purse from the entry table, you open the door and stop in your tracks as you look outside in awe at the sudden rainfall you had no idea was happening. The sun still shines and there are no clouds in the sky; it’s as if this strange weather is an omen, foreshadowing that today will not be like any other day.
You grab an umbrella that you haven’t needed for a couple of months now from its resting place and point it just outside your door frame, popping it open and holding it upright as you take your first step out the door. You listen to the rain hitting the nylon material protecting you. The pitter patter creates enough music to accompany you on your trek that it doesn’t make you regret bringing your headphones. You notice, however, the rain begins to fall down harder and you pick up the pace in your steps, hoping to get to the market quickly and return home even faster.
The covered market comes into view as well as the fellow townspeople, just in time as the trickle of rain becomes a downpour. You keep your head down once you close your umbrella, hoping to avoid any mundane conversations to further expedite your trip, though the good natured part of you still can’t help but reply to whoever calls out a ‘good morning’ in your direction. You quickly find the different sacks of sugar and pick out one that suits your needs, rushing to the cashier with payment in hand. You can almost taste the tart of the pomegranate and the spice of the cinnamon dancing on your tongue.
Once you’ve finished your transaction, you turn in the direction that you came and make your way through the market once more to head home. Suddenly, a feeling washes over you, a small voice in your head telling you to look up as you sense a familiarity in the air. As soon as your head is back in an upright position, your eyes instantly catch on the target your instinct was telling you to find: a tall man in a dark coat. He’s turned away from you and you see he has a rucksack strapped to his broad back and he has a head of shaggy black hair.
From this perspective, he looks like any ordinary man, but deep down you know it’s the most unique man in your life. You gravitate towards him, an invisible rope tied around your waist and he’s the man operating the pulley, closing the distance between you two despite your best efforts. The world around you fades away; no sounds of people chattering or coins jingling or rain falling penetrating your eardrums. Finally, you find yourself nearly right up against his back and fight the urge to reach out and touch him for a guarantee that he isn’t an apparition.
“Ezra?” You call out to the man and when he turns in your direction, you confirm to yourself it is your love returned.
“Ah… Starlight,” he grins, a charming grin, as if the time that has come to pass has suddenly vanished and all is right again. “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”
You scoff, the excitement of seeing him melting away, leaving anger and frustration at the forefront. For the time being, his nonchalant remark of concern is enough for you to respond coolly.
“I could ask you the same question,” you snark and he’s visibly taken aback.
“I…” He speaks softly, so quiet you almost can’t hear him over the pattering of rain against the tin covering above your heads. “I had hoped I would remember the path to you, my Starlight.”
“And you have,” you reply in a whisper. As of right now, you’re not sure if he deserves a slap in the face or a warm embrace.
The silence between the two of you is awkward, to say the least. You long to run into his arms, to inhale his deep, woody and spicy scent until it’s all that fills up your senses. However powerful that need is, you also feel equally as strong that you deserve all the explanation he has for leaving so suddenly. For leaving you and the life he supposedly couldn’t wait to build with you.
“More sugar?” He chuckles as he points out the small sack you carry in your arm; an attempt to break the tension, no doubt. He shakes his head and looks to the gravel beneath his boot. “You always did wait until the last granule beckoned you to the market once again.”
You catch the small laugh that threatens to exit your mouth; how can someone who knows you so well – who knows all your quirks and habits – just leave the way he did? You try your best to be strong, the anxiety of your next words flooding your mind until you push yourself to say them aloud.
“Well, I better get back home. It was nice to see you, Ezra.” You move past the man, showing him your back just as he did to you some weeks – months? – ago and are barely able to make it two steps away before he calls out to you again.
“Starlight,” his given name for you from his lips in that low, rumbling tone freezes your feet where you stand, but you don’t turn to look at him again. “May I join you? Can I come home?”
“That depends, Ez. Will you stay this time?” You ask quietly as you gain the courage to look at his face.
Ezra opens his mouth to respond then looks around at his surroundings and the people walking close by as they go about their shopping before locking his eyes to yours once again.
“I’ll explain more… Please,” he nearly begs with his eyes, the same look he always gave you when he tried to get what he wanted. You hate that you fall for it each time.
“Fine,” you breathe out and turn on your heels, heading in the direction of your house once again. “No umbrella?” You ask him as you reach the end of the market, preparing to open yours once again.
“I am woefully unprepared, but I’m sure I can manage fine,” he grins and you nearly swoon.
You nod and continue as you were, almost pretending that the man you had dreamed of seeing again wasn’t currently behind you. He dawdles behind your fast paced steps, stopping every so often to comment on the flora and fauna that has changed during his absence, but you don’t wait or slow down for him, chuckling softly to yourself as you hear the crunching of the gravel quickened as he catches up to you again.
The quaint cottage you and Ezra had once shared together comes into view just as the rain begins to dissipate. A light sprinkle is leftover and you decide to close up your umbrella for the remainder of your walk. Meanwhile, Ezra shakes off his coat from the rainwater that had gathered in the material during the walk. You hadn’t even noticed he took it off to use as a cover and you feel a small sense of guilt for not sharing your umbrella. You make your way down the pebbled path that cuts through your garden and to your door.
“Wow,” he breathes out. “The garden has grown so much; so many vegetables.”
“Yes, well… I had to pour my energy into something to stay busy,” you reply, looking straight on into his eyes to let him know the true reasoning behind the lusciousness of your garden. He understands, shifting nervously from one foot to the other and gripping the strap of his pack tightly.
“Come in,” you say as you open the door and step inside, standing in the frame as you wait for him to enter, and shutting it once he comes through.
You walk straight through to the kitchen to continue your quest of tea drinking and notice that Ezra stands awkwardly, like he’s unsure if he’s allowed to get comfortable here without your permission. You turn the stove on once again, the water in the kettle still warm from already having been boiled before. You turn to face Ezra and meet his gaze, a light flush creeping along the tops of his cheekbones when he sees you had just caught him watching you in the kitchen. You chuckle softly and gesture to a chair, offering for him to sit down. He smiles and nods his thanks, removing his pack and setting it, along with his coat, by the door and taking a seat.
“I was just making some tea. Would you like a cup?” You ask, the volume of your voice reverberating through the quiet home.
“I would love some. Thank you, Starlight,” he smiles and you nod, grabbing an extra mug and spoon for him.
While the water begins boiling again, Ezra regales you in his adventures with such ferocity that it begins sounding like he’s reciting an epic poem. The glint in his eyes proves to you where his true passions lie and you pretend you don’t feel saddened by that fact. While you hoped you could live a simple, quiet life with him, the call of adventure to him is a constant itch he cannot seem to scratch in order for him to finally stay. He catches on that his tales bring you sadness and it falls silent again for a moment.
“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” He asks and your heart drops in embarrassment.
After you tried so hard to make it seem as if you weren’t interested in letting him back into your life, your appearance obviously proves otherwise. You don’t respond, redirecting your attention to refilling the sugar bowl, and Ezra notices you avoiding the topic.
“You redecorated,” he says as he looks around the kitchen and front living space.
“Here and there,” you nod, moving away from the counter and heading back to the stove as the kettle whistles. “Like I said, I had to stay busy somehow.”
“Well, it still feels like home,” he says underneath a smile and you softly laugh through your nose, the statement not seeming as sincere to you at the moment.
You prepare the two mugs of tea just as you did countless times before in the mornings and evenings, a small ritual you both kept to during your time together. Before his head became filled with thoughts of prospecting. Before he left this life for one of greed and betrayal. You shake your head slightly, attempting to release those negative thoughts, and you grab the mugs and head to the table.
“Mm… Pomegranate cinnamon. My favorite,” Ezra smiles warmly as he sniffs his mug. “Surprised to see you still drink it.”
“It slowly became my favorite, too.”
You sit down in a chair across from him at the table, both of you knowing what conversation needs to be had but neither of you knowing how to start it. You take a deep breath, releasing it with the intention to open your mouth and speak, but you chicken out in the end. You used to be able to speak to this man about anything, yet asking him this one little question gives you more anxiety than finding out the answer. Another deep breath.
“So… You’re back,” you finally speak, the tone of your voice remarking it almost as a question. He looks down at his mug.
“Yes, I-I’ve returned,” he replies, though he does not meet your gaze.
“I mean that… Are you finished?” You clarify, heart pounding as you wait for his answer that takes far too long to come.
“Well…” He trails off and you shut your eyes in disappointment. You lower your head as well. May as well rip off that proverbial band-aid.
“When?” You finally mutter.
“Tomorrow,” Ezra replies curtly, most likely knowing it wouldn’t do any good to sugarcoat the situation.
“Damn you, Ezra!” You muster up the strength to yell out, unleashing all the pent up frustration you’ve had at the same time. “Then why even bother showing up here? Just to take away my hope as soon as you give it?”
“I had to see you,” he says, those brown eyes turning down in sadness; a puppy dog gaze that he knows all too well works on you. Although the anger you feel is too strong to hold back now.
“I am not your marionette; you cannot keep me on these strings expecting me to wait around forever,” you say and stand from the table, admittedly a little more dramatic than you normally would act, but you hope the point comes across to Ezra in this way.
“Starlight, please try to understand.”
“No, Ezra, I don’t and never will understand,” you lean against the kitchen sink, supporting your weight with your hands as you hang your head, begging the tears not to flow. “I can’t – I will not keep doing this.”
“Doing what? Exactly what do you mean?” He asks, standing up as well to stand in the middle of the kitchen, getting closer to you while also respecting the space you want between you two. You scoff and face him.
“I mean…putting myself through this heartache. You leaving for months with no end in sight and then just popping back in my life with nothing to show for your disappearance.”
“Starlight,” Ezra begins softly, taking one more step closer to you and you let him. “I am, whether you’d like to believe me or not, doing this for us. For us to be able to live the life you long for.”
“No, Ezra, don’t blame me for that. Don’t pretend you do this for anyone except yourself,” you sneer and it’s obvious on his face that your words cut him. “I never needed any of it; I told you from the start. My life was fulfilled with you in it just as we were before.”
“Starlight, my love, please,” he steps forward, closing the space between you and grabbing your hands. “This one is the winner, I can feel it. And… I promise, it will be the finale.”
“You always say that,” you sigh, feeling the weight of his hands in yours; a feeling you won’t admit you missed. “But I can’t promise I’ll be here when you come back.”
“You always say that,” he chuckles and places his warm palms on either side of your face. “And where do I find you when I return?”
“I mean it this time,” you look into his eyes, your own welling to the brim with tears. “I mean all of it. Of what I said.”
“I see,” Ezra nods in understanding. “Then… I can only hope for your beautiful face to greet me when I land at your feet again.”
You curse the tears that fall from your eyes, a weakness you had begged yourself not to show him during your conversation. You lean into his touch slightly as he wipes the stream from your cheeks with his thumbs.
“Goodbye Starlight,” he says softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
He picks up his rucksack and slings it on his shoulder, and you watch him as he steps through the front door and out of your life once again. Your heart doesn’t hurt nearly as bad this time as you watch him walk down the path and you wonder if it’s because you’re used to the pain or because you know you didn’t mean a word you said.
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Hi lovely Laura!! If you are still taking prompt requests, I would love to see what you do with Ezra + teaching each other things about each other's hobbies or cultures!! :)
For the purposes of this story, Ez is not from Earth. =)
"You do what now?" Ezra asks, brow creased with confusion.
You hold the small, weathered book to your chest. "I collect old stamps from Earth."
Ezra is deep in thought. "Are they worth something?"
"Sometimes, but mostly I just collect the ones I like. When I go home or go to a junk store, I look for them," you explain, still hugging the book. Your journey to the job on a new planet was long, and Ezra got bored easily. So he asked you to tell him something he didn't know about you yet, and here you were.
Trying to explain stamp collecting.
To Ezra.
The quizzical look on his face made you feel a little defensive and self-conscious. "I must say, I am flummoxed by this. Can I see them?" he asks.
Against your instinct, you hand the little book over to Ezra. This is the one thing you allow yourself to travel with from home, the one personal belonging in a universe that feels decidedly impersonal. You didn't think it would be so hard to show someone else- but it occurs to you that you've never tried to show it to anyone.
No one's ever asked to get to know you better.
Ezra opens the book of stamps and starts thumbing through the pages. Gingerly, respectfully. Like he's handling a piece of auralac.
After a moment, he closes the book and hands it back to you. "Oh, moonbeam, I do understand now. They are gorgeous. Dainty but lasting, unique in their own ways. They've had quite a journey."
You smile at him. "They're beautiful, aren't they Ez?"
"They are," he says.
Just like you, he thinks.
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morax breeding and degradation..yeah, I'm horny too
(literally almost drifted off while making this)
the dragon panted, rutting into you and whimpering against your neck.
it had been hours since morax has been fucking you, you were just cuddling up next to him next thing you know he's buried deep inside you!!
"so tight.. fuck- you're such a whore around my cock~ you like being treated like a brat?" he continued to abuse the spots that made you melt into his arms, crying out.
he kept fucking you harshly, panting and grunting with each thrust he made.
He brought his lips to your ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
"so hot.. haA~ w-wanna breed you full.." he added, his pleasure building up as his grip on your waist tightened.
It's gonna be a long night.
#genshin zhongli x male bottom reader#genshin zhongli x ftm reader#genshin zhongli x male reader#genshin zhongli x reader#genshin zhongli#genshin zhongli x gn reader#genshin zhongli x gender neutral reader#𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~#ɞ ezra's brainrots !!!#I'M SLEEPY SO I MAFE THIS
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From the Very First Night
From the Very First Night
Notes: Ezra Bridger/Reader, established relationship, gender neutral reader, post-rebellion/post-war, hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader
CW: light discussion of past traumas/implied PTSD
Ao3 Link
★★★★★★★★
The day you met Ezra Bridger you laughed when he told you his name.
“Forgive me,” you told him, “but you’re not the first man on Lothal to try and pick me up while claiming to be the guy in the mural on the wall outside.”
“Well that’s new,” he said. “I tell you my full government name and you think it’s a ruse. Maybe I should have used one of my old aliases.”
You’d been finishing up some work in what had come to be your favorite caf bar in town, a few blocks from your home on Lothal. And you were thinking about leaving when a man approached with a look in his eyes that, on another day, might have prompted you to pick up your comms and fake an emergency call from a friend.
But now he was reaching for his wallet, pulling out an ID. “You can check my chain code if you want. I didn’t realize I had so many doppelgängers.”
You quirked an eyebrow. None of the other “Ezras” you’d met had offered ID but, as soon as you saw it, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Okay,” you said. “This is embarrassing. ”
He smiled warmly as he put his wallet away. “To be fair, most of the stuff in town depicts me as a kid, and I didn’t have this handsome beard back then. But I can appreciate a skeptic.”
You put away your datapad, your instincts still split between staying where you were and running out the side door. Surprising yourself, you say, “But I’m not hearing you say that you're not trying to pick me up.”
“Well…maybe. That depends, I guess, on whether you mind if I join you.”
You nodded, and he sat opposite you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling when he smiled. Up close, you could almost see the teenage boy from the mural. But his hair was longer, dark curls falling soft around his face, and he had a short beard that he did wear quite well.
You wondered if his nerves had caught up with him as he ran a hand through his hair, the late afternoon light coming in through the window catching a streak of silver at his temple.
“Sometimes it feels like I know everyone in this city. Or at least that everyone in this city feels like they know me.” he said. “But you’re new, aren’t you?”
“What gave me away?” you asked.
“Well, I could never forget such a lovely face.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“I really am.”
There was something sincere about him, despite the flirtations. Something about the way he moved was honest. Welcoming. A server brought him a cup of caf and Ezra exchanged a few words with him in Rodian.
“So how long have you been in town?” He asked.
“About eight months,” you said. “I just hit this point where I felt like a fresh start might be nice. I don’t usually abandon ship when things get rough, but I thought maybe this one time…I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
He winked. “I used a Jedi mind trick.”
“Right,” you said, fairly certain he was kidding.
He shrugged. “And somehow you landed on Lothal.”
“I narrowed it down to the places where I’d be able to have my astromech serviced.”
“Must be a special astromech.”
“She’s a therapy droid.”
“Ah,” he said. “There are several mechanics in Capital City who work with that program.”
You were a bit taken aback at how unfazed he was at the mention of your therapy droid—issued by the New Republic. Similar programs had been available to injured veterans before, but the civilian program was newer. And he not only knew about the program, but didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you had a condition that required this kind of aid.
“We had a lot of options,” you said. “But Ceetoo and I decided Lothal seemed nice. So…I’m here.”
“Glad you are,” he said, both hands cupping his caf mug.
“You just met me and the first thing I did was call you a liar.”
“That’s what I like about you.”
A day would come when you’d realize what he meant then. That when you saw him you weren’t thinking about all the war stories, about the way Lothal had memorialized him when they’d thought he was dead. That he had a chance, at least for a moment, to show someone who he was without the burden of their assumptions and expectations.
You would also come to realize that from the first time Ezra smiled at you, there was no coming back. He had you, melting like chocolate in the palm of his hand. Because he saw you too, like no one else ever had before.
***
It’s late afternoon when C2-B35 comes in from the garage bleeping about the line at the pharmacy. She’d gone with Ezra to pick up your medication after getting your doctor to call in something new for your joint pain. Ezra could have gone by himself but, because of an incident early in your dating history when there’d been a mix-up, Ceetoo almost always insists on going with him—and he learned a long time ago not to fight a stubborn astromech.
Ezra finds you on the sofa where you’ve been trying to relax, the pain in your back making it hard to even lie still. He knows better by now than to tell you that you’ve been working too hard, that you should take more breaks. He knows to help you up, taking you gently into his arms and kissing your hair. By the time he hands you the tablets, you’re already feeling a bit of relief.
You take the medicine and let out a heavy sigh, resting your head on Ezra’s chest before whispering a thank you.
“I wish I could heal,” he says.
“We still don’t know if that kind of healing would help me,” you say. “Genetic condition.”
It’s a dance you dance every time you have a flare like this, bad enough that Ceetoo insists on contacting your doctor.
“I met a kid once who could do it. His dad said he could nullify the effects of a neurotoxin. Close a wound like it had never been there at all.”
“What did the kid say about it?”
“The kid doesn’t talk much. Still working through some things, I think.”
He gets quiet, and from the look in his eyes you know that he’s gone somewhere in his mind lost you can’t follow. It’s been 25 years since he last saw his adoptive father, the man who’d trained him in the Force, and there are some wounds that time never quite heals. Ezra is still working through some things, too.
“Hey,” you say. “Come back to me.”
He smiles, his eyes bright as he gently squeezes your arm. “I’m right here, sunshine.”
The medication starts to hit, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You reach for his face, the sharp line of his bearded jaw, the parallel scars on his left cheek. “Just as you are, you’re enough, Ezra. I don’t need a Jedi. I just need you.”
C2-B35 beeps irritably before retiring to her room, reminding you that you haven’t eaten since breakfast.
“Thank you, Ceetoo,” you call, with a promise that you’ll have a proper dinner.
“Is it helping?” Ezra asks. “The medicine?”
“It is,” you say. “Finally.”
“Have you really not eaten all day?”
Your face tells him everything.
“Right,” he says. “Dinner. I could make some quick dumplings? I think I froze some last time to fry later…I’d just have to make the sauce, really.”
He’s up and in the kitchen, pulling jars of spices out of the pantry, and you know he can already taste this comfort dish, and so can you.
So much of his life had been unstable after Ezra’s parents disappeared. He was on his own at such a young age, and then after a few short years in the Rebellion he ended up in exile on Peridea. Now, everything he had felt like a luxury to him: a permanent home, a pair of naughty indoor loth-cats, soft clothes he wore without consideration for armor. He’d told you about learning to cook when he came back to Lothal and, now that he has access to just about any ingredient for any dinner in the galaxy, he has every intention of not only enjoying the luxury of any hot meal he can dream up, but to make sure you enjoy food as well. When Ezra offers to cook, you never say no.
“Ezra?”
“What do you need, love?”
“I need you to kiss me.”
And he does, pulling you up from the sofa, taking your face in his hands as he presses his lips to yours, his neatly trimmed beard soft against your skin. You’re lacing your fingers through his dark curls when he pulls away to look right into your eyes.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whisper.
And he replies, “I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
***
It was night before you left the caf bar and, at this realization, Ezra insisted on walking you home. “Unless you don’t feel comfortable with that,” he’d said. “I would understand. It’s just dark out and…”
And something about being with Ezra just made you feel safe. Even on that first night. You’d never let a strange man walk you home before—it was on its face a bad idea. But you’d stayed out much later than you normally would, and the idea of being alone felt far more unsafe than being with this charming man.
“I don’t normally do things like this,” you told him, the words coming out way too fast, just a block from your building.
“I figured,” he said. “For what it’s worth…I haven’t done anything like this in quite a while.
This did surprise you. “Walked someone home?”
There was a playful tone to his voice when he replied, “Approached a beautiful stranger in a caf bar.”
“You sure are bold for someone who doesn’t regularly…do whatever this is.”
“I just…” he started and paused, taking a breath. “This is going to sound like a line, but I just felt so drawn to you.”
“In the Force?”
“Maybe.”
“It does sound like a line,” you said. “But somehow I believe you. Jedi mind trick?”
“I’d never actually—”
“I know.”
You were both standing outside your door, a cool evening breeze in the air. You took all of him in—his firm chest beneath the deep v of his tunic, his dark hair catching on the wind, those blue eyes that seemed to see right past all of your walls. You’d met this man just a few hours ago but, beyond all reason, you so wanted to—
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, the words falling from his lips as if he hadn’t considered the consequences.
You nodded and he took a step closer, cupping your face in his hands, his nose brushing yours as he leaned in to press the most delicate kiss to your lips. And you felt his smile just as you felt that joy in yourself—a spark of something unlike anything you’d felt before. Maybe it was the Force, but every inch of your being wanted to be close to this man as you reached for his face, drawing him nearer, slipping a hand into his hair as the kiss deepened.
“I should go,” Ezra said, breathless into your ear.
“Why?” you asked.
“I have an appointment.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“Then stay.”
Nervously you fumbled with your keys, dropping them not once but twice as you tried to open your door, Ezra eventually placing them steadily into your hand, and just the touch of his fingertips against your palm sent a pleasant shiver through you. Quickly you shooed an alarmed Ceetoo away as you entered. Unlike you, her memories included files from the war, and she recognized Ezra as soon as she saw him. Beeped out something along the lines of this one’s mostly trustworthy and I’m going to charge.
“Mostly?” Ezra said, almost in a whisper. “I wonder what she’s heard.”
You bite back a laugh. “I just need you to know I don’t normally do this either.”
“Okay.”
“I could make some tea.”
“Sure.”
But his arms were around you again and you both stumbled toward the sofa, falling into the cushions wrapped in each other like teenagers, wholly unworried about anything else in the galaxy.
That tea didn’t get made for hours. And it was nearly dawn when you retired to your bedroom and Ezra fell asleep on your sofa, your loth-cat sitting at his feet. When you woke, he was gone, a note left on your kitchen counter: Had to work this morning, but I hope you’ll call me. You traced your finger over the comms code left in scratchy handwriting below, wondering for a split second if this could be real. But if you closed your eyes you could still feel the sensation of his fingertips ghosting over your cheek when you’d handed him a blanket the night before. His voice when he’d whispered in your ear, “Sleep well, sunshine.”
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Thank you so much for reading! They really gave us Hot!Ezra in the Ahsoka series and I'm just here to be a gremlin about it. I hope this fic made you feel seen and loved.
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One-Shots
incomplete • 2.2k • Ezra x gn!reader • AO3 • (🖤) 🌸
Ezra has not been the same since losing his arm in the Green. When he suffers an anxiety attack, he reveals his biggest fear — not being enough for you.
#ezra prospect#prospect 2018#ezra x reader#ezra x gn!reader#ezra x you#ezra prospect x reader#pedro pascal characters#ezra pedro pascal
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What would happen if we ignored Ezra and didn't care what he did for a day?
SORRY ITS TAKEN ME LITERALLY SO LONG!!! TYSM FOR THE ASKS!!! ily all 💋✨
He’d get so angry.
So toxic,
ecstatic and sad all at the same time.
!!!MINORS DNI!!!
CW: GN!Reaader, no body descriptions for reader, not proofread, explicit language, violence, NON CON SA. VIOLENCE AGAINST READER. names used against reader(Cunt, ), assault, loud “noises”, general bullying against reader!
Status: Not even close to dating
“Fuck off! Just, leave me alone already!!” You stormed off, leaving him somewhat dumbfounded with a lust filled smirk cemented to his face.
He fixes his jaw.
“, finally” He swaggers away in the other direction, for now.
Later~
“Are you still ignoring me, Y/N?”
You pick up your things and go to move seats without a word.
He watches you through twitching lowered brows, gaining annoyance as a ripe little cherry on top of everything else he’s been feeling since you left in a huff this morning.
Ignore him will ya? Welp, he’ll just have to make it harder for you to do so.
He moves seats too.
You move seats again, before, “Y/L/N, You’re disrupting class. Either stay seated this time, or get out.” The professor says.
Fuck.
Well now you’re stuck next to him…
You sit on the side edge of your seat as far away from him as possible, in fact only one freakin butt cheek is even on the dang thing. You’re even facing completely away when, he start rapping his fingers against the desk. His head is in his hand.
“Uhhhhg just stop already!” He moans. He’s so loud, you’d swear his noises are way more disruptive than you moving seats maybe if you just—
“Sit back down, or leave.”
You groan loud and draw it out. HES WAY LOUDER! Why is he NEVER in trouble???
Whatever. only … Fuck… sixty more minutes… Gods why are courses so long!
He huffs loudly next to you and blows some strawberry blonde hair out of his face.
It’s too bad he’s so hot, his looks are wasted on such a nasty dude.
A hand slaps your thigh and grips your inner flesh tightly to where it stings! “Ow!!”
“Shhh!” the professor turns from the screen toward your direction.
“Sorry Sur…” UHG. Whatever.
“Pfft,” He’s laughing. He’s seriously laughing at you!
You know what! Fine. You will leave. And you do.
Ezra follows you to the hallway.
You speed up and try to go hide in the restroom.
Once inside you sigh, but relief is cut short when the door opens.
You clamber into a stall, Fuck fuck FUCK. No! now you’re alone with him! Oh shit. Oh no. Oh gods…
*SLAM! BANG! CRASH!*
You jump. You think he kicked in a stall door, it sounded like it flew off its poor hinges. You cower with your whole body scrunched on top of the toilet.
You realize you’re shaking.
You cover your own mouth to silence yourself but—
*BANG-CRASH!*
You muffle a whimper but you know he heard you.
“Y/N~ I know you’re in here,”
*BANG-CLANG-CRASH*
FUCK!
There’s only one left before yours…
*Flick*
Huh? A lighter…
You smell cigarette smoke, and a tear forms at the corner of your eye. He’s just toying with you as always, he has to be… Right?
“Y/N~” He’s cooing in an almost sing-songy voice. “If you come out now, i’ll give ya a reward…”
You wipe your face, and steel yourself for a second…
Okay… Fine.
It’s probably better than whatever he’d do to you if you keep cowering until he inevitably gets to you, in two more kicks.
You open the door.
“There~ That wasn’t so hard wasit?” His voice is so gentle right now, but it does little to calm you.
You turn your head in defiance.
“You really wanna do this, huh? Ignorin’ me or whatever,” He flicks away his cigarette and you can’t hold in the air that leaves you in actual relief, that’s one less weapon against you.
He closes the distance in a single movement, grasping your face by the cheeks and squeezing them. “Y/N. Look at me.”
You don’t.
“Look. At. Me. Now.”
You remain stead fast.
“You finally got s’m balls, eh.” He smiles and drops your face with a soft uncharacteristic caress to your jaw.
You break and take a quick glance at him.
“ahhh, you want that, huh?” He brings back that sweet voice… “You want me to be all lovey and soft huh?” Your heart thumps in your chest hard. He doesn’t mean it, he’s not gonna change and you know it. “Too Fuckin’ bad” He grabs your face again before throwing it down, he grabs your body next and throws you down onto the dirty bathroom floor.
“Please!!” You cover your face with your arms, but it’s no use hes on top of you, pulling your arms away from you, ripping open your legs and pulling them up on either side of him.
His buckle is loud in your ears as he undoes it, before your hearing cuts out, did he punch you? Your whole head hurts and your vision is fuzzy.
Your skull must’ve bounced off the ceramic tiles.
He punches you again, he’s not using his full strength but it might still knock you out.
“Stupid cunt, you think you can ignore me?” He spits.
“Please, Ezra!!! Sto—op—p” You’re choking out sobs but you can barley hear yourself as if your in another room from your own body.
He spits on his own dick and spreads it around before entering you, at least he’ll give you that.
It still hurts.
He’s rough, not caring that your already damaged skull is continuing to bounce off the floor.
eventually you’re out cold. It’s a small mercy. But a mercy nonetheless.
When you come to you’re still on the floor, naked and afraid as people surround your battered body and snap pics and laugh.
“Aw shit, they’re awake” one says.
“Damn” another adds.
You grab your stuff and bolt, new tears streaming down your puffy face.
#cookie speaks#my oc#yandere#oc x reader#oc x you#yandere x reader#yandere x you#tw yandere#dead dove do not eat#my fic#tw assult#tw noncon#non con#gn reader#oc ezra#cookie answers#tw sa#read the warnings#bully yandere x reader#bully yandere#yandere bully x reader#oc bully#yandere bully#bully x victim#bully x reader#bully oc#bully
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A list of all my favourite EZRA Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
PART 2
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
Fairy Gold - @julesonrecord AU Gold Rush Prospector!Ezra
Attentive - @the-ginger-hedge-witch
Waiting Game - @northernbluess Featuring Din Djarin AFAB!Reader
The Exact Colour - @sp00kymulderr Artist!Ezra
The Green Velvet Chair - @pintsizemama AU Bookstore Ezra
Promise - @criticallyacclaimedstranger Dragon!Ezra
The Storm - @pix-writes AFAB!Reader
Winktober Day 24 Tender Sex - @oonajaeadira
Slow - @haylzcyon
Ezra Loves The Sound Of Your Voice - @haylzcyon
A Dimension Of Our Own - @oogaboogasphincter
Phantom -@prolix-yuy Unnamed OFC
Mirror Message - @supernaturalgirl20
Bound By Love & Blood - @supernaturalgirl20 Vampire!Ezra
Space Curses & Apologies - @generalfoolish
Naughty Or Nice - @imtryingmybeskar
Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn - @oogaboogasphincter
Kinktober 15 - Collaring - @cyantomatos
All That Remains - @generalfoolish
Kinktober 22 Day 8 Cockwarming - @misspearly1
Hold On - @albertasunrise
A Magpie, A Goose & A Sparrow All Walk Into A Found Family Troupe - @oogaboogasphincter
Confined - @imtryingmybeskar
In The Shadows - @juletheghoul Demon!Ezra
Blue Sunshine - @keeper0fthestars GN!Reader
Pleonexia - @bits-and-babs
Pink Powder & Diamonds - @absurdthirst Sex Pollen
Ezra Masterlist - @absurdthirst More Ezra To Choose From!
Bekväm - @whataperfectwasteoftime Modern Ezra
Run - @flightlessangelwings GN!Reader
Ezra is Too Verbose For His Own Good - @thirstworldproblemss
NYE Drabble - @boliv-jenta Featuring Dieter Bravo
Delectable - @mandosmistress
Twelve Hours To Pickup - @pascalpanic
Long Days In The Green - @autumnleaves1991-blog
Led To You - @alwaysbethewest
Tessellation - @insomniamamma Ezra & Cee
Ezra Masterlist - @insomniamamma More Ezra To Choose From!
The Appreciation Of Fine Liquor - @write-and-buried
You Like That - @whiskeynwriting
Ezra Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting More Ezra To Choose From!
#pedro pascal characters#fic rec#ezra prospect#pedro pascal#ezra pedro pascal#ezra x reader#ezra x you#ezra x ofc#ezra x m!reader#ezra x f!reader#ezra x gn!reader#prospect film#prospect 2018#ezra prospect x reader#ezra prospect x you#pedro pascal smut#ezra x cee#ezra and cee#dieter bravo#din djarin#ezra prospect smut#pedro pascal fandom#pedro pascal fanfiction
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You have a big ass
pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader
characters included: Javier Pena, Joel miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell
javier pena: he loves a juicy ass so his eyes are constantly on yours, especially if you wear any of his 70's style jeans. he has no shame so wether your in the office, in town, or at home he will slap your ass or squeeze it. he especially likes it if your bent over someones desk trying to speak to them, he loves picturing how you'd look bent over his desk whilst he fucks you.
Joel miller: hes not into PDA so he'll only ever stare at your ass if your in public, but he'll still do it shamelessly. sometimes he'll let you walk ahead with someone else on patrol or by yourself simply so he can stare at your ass and they way your jeans cling to it, or the way yoour hips move at each step, making your ass jut out.
when yoru at home though, hes completely different. he has absolutely no self restraint when your in the comfort of your house and no ones prying eyes are on you. he'll smack, slap, kneed your ass, at every chance he gets, in the morning or evening thoguh he loves smacking your ass in the morning whilst you make coffee, making you stand up straight and let out a surprised snort, snapping you awake.
Javi Gutierrez: he’s a sucker for you in anyway possible and he loves praising you in any shape or form so he loves commenting on how much he loves your body, especially your ass. When your cuddling his hands will subconsciously move to rest on your ass, sexually and non sexually. If he’s feeling more frisky he’ll squeeze and/or slap your ass. He’s also a sucker for making you feel good and he loves eating you out. (I totally see him as a power bottom)
Marcus Moreno: he’s super cheesy and I can totally see him as that chest single dad so he’ll mostly make cheeky comments and jokes about your ass (In a cute way though) he totally loves eating you out and holding your ass cheeks as he does so, because like javi he’s all for making you feel good and giving you the pleasure, because he gets pleasure from yours.
Ezra: he is a man of words and poems so he’ll go on long tangents about how much he just loves your ass or he’ll talk in great detail about what he wants to do to your ass/ with it. He also likes smacking your ass when you don’t expect it.
Din djarin: he’s not very touchy especially because he’s spent most of his life alone, but he’ll admire the way your armour/clothes cling to your ass. He loves watching you work or train in silence, he is so grateful of his helmet so you can’t tell that his gaze is almost permanently on your ass. When you do get more intimate or touchy he’ll mumble about how sexy your ass is and if he’s feeling particularly bold he’ll grab it and pick you up, punning you against the wall.
Frankie morales: he also is shameless in public so he’ll smack/slap your ass as a greeting or in passing. He smirks when you gasp and smack his arm, smiling at your angry blushing face. In bed/cuddling he’ll
Agent whiskey: he’s got no shame as well, in public, at work, or at home. He loves if you wear tight fitting jeans and if you do he looses all self restraint. If it’s in the office he’ll fully pick you up by your ass and onto his desk, he can and will take you at work, tequila and ginger are used to it by now and have earplugs for when you do it. He’s slap your ass as he walks by you as reflex, sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.
Silva: he’s so sweet and soft for you, but he worships you and your body so he’ll constantly mumble under his breath to you about how much he loves your ass, how it drives him wild. When cuddling on the bed/couch he’ll pull you into his chest by your ass cheeks and knees them softly.
Oberyn martell: everyone knows he’s a complete man whore with no shame at all. Hell fuck you all over the palace and in the garden. So sometimes he’ll slip out of meeting and duties just to watch you train, admiring the way your armour and underclothes excentuate your ass. Hell not necessarily slap your ass but he does like to knees it in his hands and watch as it goes redder with his touch. He also likes eating you out and holding your ass cheeks as he does so.
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I didn’t include as many characters this time because this serves as more of a placeholder whilst I finish my main fic that hopefully should be finished soon. It’s already over 1.5k long and I’m not halfway finished yet 😅
#joel miller#male reader#pedro pascal#gay#agent whiskey#frankie morales#jack daniels#din djarin#male x male#gn reader#ezra prospect#javier pena#javier pena x y/n#javier pena x male reader#javi gutierrez x you#javi gutierrez x reader#javi gutierrez#joel tlou#joel miller x gender neutral reader#joel miller x male reader#marcus moreno x male reader#silva strange way of life#silva x reader#frankie morales x male reader#pedro pascal x male reader#pedro pascal x reader#jose pedro balmaceda pascal
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A Real Man
Frankie Morales x plus size!fem!reader - Frankie has you sit on his face. (1.2k)
Fucking Mine
Dave York x fem!reader - You help Dave get out some frustrations. (839)
One Condition
Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect) - You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition. (4.9k)
Cramped
Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader - As you tried to explain, the two of you really don't fit in the cockpit. (927)
Bargian
Javier Peña x male!reader - You and Javi play through one of your scandalous fantasies (2.1k)
Salty Sweet
Javier Peña x fem!reader - Javi eats you out on your birthday---with a deliciously kinky twist (1.3k)
Better
Ezra x f!reader - You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime. (2k)
Good 'n' Deep
Fat!Frankie Morales x f!reader - Fat Frankie can't be sated. (2.6k)
What Matters
Older Joel Miller x f!reader - Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more. (1.9k)
Needy
Sub!Frankie Morales x dom!f!reader - Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it. (1.6k)
Tease
Sub!Dieter Bravo x sub!GN!reader x dom!Dave York - You and Dieter think it's fun to tease Dave, and Dave thinks he should teach you both a lesson for it. (2.4k)
Song fic requests:
Haunted
QZ!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Haunted by Beyonce
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I am also willing to write for JDM characters (love me some Negan 🤭) , Oscar Isaac characters, Cassian Andor, and Rick Grimes! Feel free to suggest a different character and I’ll see what I can do! ❤️
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#fan fiction#pedro pascal#ao3#pedro pascal smut#smut#pedro pascal characters#frankie morales x you#frankie morales#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie morales smut#frankie morales x plus size reader#plus size reader#the mandalorian fanfiction#the mandalorian#the mandaloria/reader#gn reader#din djarin fanfiction#din djarin x reader#marcus pike x reader#marcus pike#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfic#ezra smut#ezra prospect#javier peña x reader#javier pena x you#javier peña#javier pena x reader#joel miller fanfic
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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !
Come check out my works bellow!
I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)
RULES:
I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.
NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!
What i will write:
male!reader
gender-neutral reader
Ftm! Reader
Smut
Platonic or Romantic relationships
angst
fluff
comfort
headcanons
nsfw alphabets
drabbles
Series
Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)
What I Won't write:
female!reader
underage characters (anyone under 17)
necrophilia
real people
pedophilia
Omorashi
age play
rape/non-con
incest
offensive/harmful things
THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!
PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
Ezra (prospect)
Joel Miller
Javi Gutierrez
Javier Peña
Frankie Morales
Whiskey (Kingsman)
Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)
TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw
MARVEL & XMCU
Miguel O'hara (ATSV)
Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)
Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)
Kurt Wagner (xmcu)
Loki Laufeyson
Bucky Barnes
Moon Knight System
Deadpool
Daredevil
Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)
BULLET TRAIN
Tangerine
Ladybug
Jujutsu Kaisen
Satoru Gojo
Nanami Kento
Higuruma Hiromi
Ryoumen Sukuna
Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)
Toge Inumaki (Fluff)
DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN
Connor (RK800)
Nines (RK900)
COD MODERN WARFARE II
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
John 'Soap' Mactavish
König
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Chris Knight (Real Genius)
Hannibal (NBC)
The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)
Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)
Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)
Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.
If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!
For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!
Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff
XMEN Family Pride Fic
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2
Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession
Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy
Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature
Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up
Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)
Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff
Joel Miller & Kid Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst
Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut
And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!
Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)
Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)
Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)
Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)
Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)
"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)
Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)
Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.
Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!
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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things
like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.
you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.
“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.
your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.
at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.
you can decide where this goes ;)
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hello hello!!! I saw your follower celebration and I thought I should join in! Do you do Rebels characters? If so, Ezra Bridger, Aquamarine and fall would be a great combo! (as specially if it includes Ezra’s trauma 😁). If you only do TBB/CW, then instead you could do Hunter, Amaythyst, and winter! Thanks for taking the time to do this (if you do it, that is!) love your writing sm! (btw is SFW only okay? Not a huge fan of smut reader inserts lol)
Comfort
Summary: Ezra has always been prone to nightmares, it’s a jedi thing he often claims. Luckily, he has you to help settle his nerves.
Pairing: Ezra Bridger x Reader
Word Count: 608
Prompt: Aquamarine - Healing Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I've never written for any Rebels characters before, but that's never stopped me before! So here you go! One Ezra story! This is roughly based around the time that he returns...probably. The timeline is vague. I hope you like it!
When you wake at 2 am, after a horrifying nightmare that leaves you trembling and your hands sweaty, your immediate instinct is to roll over to check on Ezra.
And when he’s not there, not sprawled out next to you sleeping peacefully, terror clenches your heart.
It takes you a moment to remember where you are, and where Ezra might be. It takes you a bit longer to stop your trembling long enough that you’re actually able to roll out of bed to find him.
You pad through the halls, your feet leading you to the dimly lit training room.
Ezra’s training room.
The comforting hum of a lightsaber reaches your ears as you open the door, and you make sure to stay close to the wall as you enter the room. Not because you’re worried that Ezra will hurt you, but because you don’t want to disturb him.
You move away from the door, and then slide down the wall to sit on the floor and you watch him.
You’re beginning to think that the original jedi must have been dancers, with the way that the lightsaber forms look. Seeing a group of jedi practicing in unison must have been a sight to behold.
Pity that you’re never going to see it.
“Did I wake you?” Ezra asks as he pauses his movements.
For a split second, you consider telling him the truth, but he’s got dark circles under his eyes and for him to be awake so early means that he had a nightmare too, so instead you smile at him, “I rolled over to steal your warmth and you were gone.”
There’s a soft laugh, “Sorry, beautiful. I needed to move.”
“It’s alright.” You watch him for a moment longer, his arms are shaking, “Have you been training for long?”
“A couple of hours.” He admits, “I had a nightmare.”
“A nightmare or a nightmare?” You ask.
“Just a regular nightmare, not a vision.”
“Hm.” You fall silent for a moment, “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He glances at you, and for a moment, just a moment, there’s something dark and bleak on his face, before it fades away. “I dreamt about you.”
You blink at him, “You had a nightmare about me?”
“A nightmare involving you, rather. I watched you die. Over and over and over and-” He trails off, his grip tightening around his lightsaber.
You push yourself to your feet and walk over to him, reaching up to press your hand against his cheek for just a moment, before you take his free hand in both of yours and press it right over your heart.
“I’m right here. And I’m alive and well.”
He presses the palm of his hand over your heart, and you hear the steady hum of his lightsaber vanish as he turns it off and puts it away so he’s able to press his other hand against your cheek.
“How is it that you’re always able to make everything bad seem so much smaller?” He asks as he leans in to bump his nose against yours.
“It’s my superpower.” You reply with an easy smile.
“I love you,” Ezra murmurs, “The idea of losing you-”
You move your hand to press a light finger against his lips, “I love you too.” You move your finger and press a light kiss against his lips, “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
And Ezra releases a soft sigh, before he lays his head on your shoulder, “Can we stay here for a bit? I need to keep you close.”
“Of course. We can stay as long as you need.”
#star wars#Star Wars Rebels#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#ezra bridger x reader#ezra x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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