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Starlight, Chapter Three:

pairing: fae!ezra prospect x princess!oc (Marigold)

rating: M (my blog is 18+ only, minors dni, dual/alternating POV, depression, magic/fantasy elements, ezra's got a plan but mari's got no fuckin clue)

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EZRA

Though I awoke most mornings to a familiar bit of shame blossoming inside my chest like a rotted flower straight from Hel, this morning was accompanied by a horrible guilt that only took two seconds of consciousness to place.

Marigold.

Thinking of her face—her perfect, heartbreaking, soul-consuming face—when she came down the staircase after…

I didn’t want to think of what she must’ve endured at the hands of her new husband. Another thing to repent for. But it was more than that that plagued me, forcing me into sending a very angry and jealous Emita away last night. It was the look of betrayal written in Mari’s eyes as she saw Emita and I together, as if it had been the final straw to break her.

I wanted to console her, to assure her that what Emita and I shared was nothing more than a friendly service to one another—at least on my part—but she wouldn’t let me. I didn’t blame her then and I don’t blame her now as I lay in my all-too cold bed, staring up at the dark green curtains draped above the four-poster frame. The only thing to remind me of home, of my purpose for being here.

It had been my fault—all of it. I was the one who selfishly arranged all of this. The one who had secrets to hide. The one to ignore all of my well thought out plans in favor of more time with her, more of her trust, more of that sunbaked light that would have radiated from her even if I wasn’t born to spot it.

The light to my dark. The reason this all started, and the reason it all could come crumbling down before me.

MARIGOLD

I didn’t leave my suite for three days following my wedding night.

I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Kaius, and it seemed he felt the same way about me. I hadn’t received any visits from guards informing me that the King requested my presence, and though I felt relieved at the thought of not having to lay beneath him again, I couldn’t shake the feeling of insecurity that followed.

I longed to have some older, seasoned, trustworthy woman around me to offer advice, to rid me of my insecurity and assure me that I’d done nothing wrong. But all I had was Drusilla, and she was only a girl. It didn’t feel right placing my adult issues on her shoulders, and so, I kept to myself.

She only visited twice a day, once in the morning to dress me and style my hair, and once in the evening to bathe and dress me for bed. I urged her to talk, even when I kept silent, just to hear her voice that sounded so much like my eldest sister’s did when I was just a little girl and she was Drusilla’s age. Drusilla didn’t seem to mind, even though her eyes told me she yearned to hear me speak instead, if only just to be sure I was still capable.

Tonight, I was more quiet than usual as I sat in the front of the fireplace in my suite’s sitting room, staring at myself in the reflection of the large window leading out into pure blank night. My golden brown skin had faded into dullness even with the glow of the fire, my eyes both swollen and darkened by my tears and lack of sleep. My lips were cracked, my cheeks hollow. I looked nothing like myself and exactly like I felt.

Knocks rang on the main door, but I didn’t welcome anyone in. I couldn’t. My voice wouldn’t come even if I tried to muster the energy to speak. My guest must’ve either realized that or disregarded their manners entirely because within a minute, the door opened and two sets of footsteps along with the squeak of a rolling cart began to fill the crushing silence all around me.

“Mari,” Drusilla’s young voice sounded, a warm and familiar balm to the icy ache in my chest. “I’ve brought your dinner.”

I turned, planning to give her a nod and the closest thing to a smile I could muster, but Ezra’s presence behind her wiped all tenderness from me. I gave him a disapproving look that I hope conveyed my disinterest in his company before turning back to the fire.

“We thought we’d eat with you,” Drusilla persisted, the clatter of plates being laid on the table in the dining room beside me forcing my eyes to close in defeat. “The Great Hall is packed with soldiers and noblemen. Not exactly the place for a girl. At least this girl.”

I made myself nod, my head slightly turning in the direction of the armchair beside the one I was seated in. Ezra’s presence was unbearable. Suffocating. Yet still as intoxicating as it had been before my world shifted on its axis when I caught him and Lady Emita in the hall.

“I wanted to check in on you,” he began, his voice low enough that Drusilla wouldn’t overhear it in the next room. “And I apologize for it taking so long for me to do so. I’ve been…occupied.”

“There was no need.” I surprised myself with my own voice after not hearing it for so long.

“Regardless,” he managed, though I could see he was struggling with his own shock. “It’s my duty to ensure your welfare.”

I scoffed—or perhaps it was more of a laugh—and shook my head.

“I’m perfectly well,” I assured, however much of a lie it had been.

“You don’t look well,” he noted, his eyes darting across each of my dull, lifeless features. “You look…broken.”

I didn’t mask my rage, those same features sharpening as I stood up and faced him. He looked rattled, perhaps even a bit fearful, but remained seated.

“I wasn’t his to break and I am not yours to fix,” I seethed. “Find somewhere else to eat your dinner.”

“Marigold,” he pleaded, soft and gentle, but no less desperate.

“Leave me.” I ordered him away like a peasant, causing his eyes to sharpen a bit. “I am your Queen, and I am ordering you to leave me. So leave.”

Ezra stood, his jaw settling with a grind that told me he had many things he wished to say in retort but refrained. I watched him walk away with a look of pure hatred while fighting the feeling of pure longing swelling inside me, ready to suffocate me.

“Mari,” Drusilla scolded, her purple eyes fixing on mine as she lingered in the archway of the dining room. “I like the Hand. He’s kind.”

“Kind men don’t work for men like Kaius,” I replied, dry and cold. The tone shocked her into silence, and I immediately felt sick with regret.

She deserved none of my anger, and yet, here I was doling it out.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, crumbling back into my chair. “I’m just…tired.”

“You’ve been tired ever since your wedding,” she noted, quietly creeping into the spot Ezra had sat in just moments before. “It’s worrying, not only to me but…the Hand. The two of you seemed to behave like friends before. What happened?”

“Adult things, Dru,” I managed. “Things that I don’t want you having to shoulder.”

“Did he…did he hurt you?” she asked, careful but concerned. I turned to her, my eyes softened.

“The Hand did not physically hurt me,” I replied, my words chosen carefully.

No, he didn’t physically hurt me, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from the wounds caused by the sight of him with another woman. No, he didn’t hurt me, but wasn’t it worth mentioning that I hadn’t once thought of what Kaius did to me? That the thought of Ezra with another person took precedence over that?

“Then why—“

“The food is getting cold,” I said, deciding that even though the thought of eating with this pit inside my chest made my stomach turn, I would do it just to avoid more questions.

Drusilla took the seat beside me at the table and eagerly began on her plate, the silence pouring over us more comfortable than all the questions for the time being. But given the curious and persistent young woman she was, it didn’t last long.

“I know you hate him, but I like him,” she offered in between bites. “And I trust him.”

“Why?” I didn’t know why I asked, or why it was so important to me that he’d earned her trust. Trust that was not easily given over given her background.

“He could have thrown me into a room no bigger than a dungeon like all the other servants, but he didn’t. He set me up in a real bedroom, with a giant bed and books to read. When I made a comment about the lack of female servants and the unease I felt because of the male servant’s gazes, he could have ignored me, or told me to get over it, but he didn’t. He went out and hired a whole team of women from the shelters in town, and then he went and got rid of all the men I’d said had lingering eyes.” I focused my eyes on my plate, pushing around peas to arrange them into different shapes. Anything to distract myself from the fact that Ezra, however uninterested in me, might actually be a decent man. “And with you—“ My eyes shot to hers. A warning, and an invitation. “I’m no expert when it comes to royal protocol, but I can’t imagine it’s customary for the King’s Hand to take such care of his Queen. He has duties, an entire army to oversee, and yet, he’s stopped me in the halls morning, noon, and night to ask about you. To ask if you’re eating, to ask if you’re sleeping, to…ask. He cares for you, Mari, in a way I’m not quite capable of understanding yet. But even in my inexperience and naivety, I can see that you care too.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, my shoulders shrugging instead.

“I don’t care, and neither does he,” I managed, soft but firm. “That is how it’s supposed to be and how it will remain.”

“Mari—“

“Finish your sprouts,” I scolded, tapping the rim of her plate with my fork. She gave me a look that screamed pure adolescent disdain, but obeyed, stabbing into the sprout like she had a vendetta. I watched as she lifted it to her mouth and made a face as she chewed, a smile creeping its way onto my face at the simplicity of this moment.

No awful husbands, no infuriating Hand’s, just two girls having a meal together, doing all they can to make the other feel better.

“I’m sorry for my mood lately,” I said, helping her clear the table after our dinner was finished. “I’m still adjusting to this new life, but…having you in it has been a bright light to all this darkness. I just needed you to know that.”

Drusilla frowned, but there was no sadness in her eyes. Instead, she looked…well, she looked happy. As if she had been waiting for this reassurance.

“Sisters,” she smiled, offering me her pinky. I chuckled, once again shocked at the sound, and coiled my own pinky around hers. A promise, one that neither of us took lightly.

“Sisters.”

After two more days of total isolation, I began to go stir crazy. I read myself into slump of boredom, then played the pianoforte until the music began to sound like nails raking across stone, before finally resorting to a bit of physical labor by rearranging my sitting room not once, not twice, but three times until Drusilla was begging me to go out and expel some of my energy on Ezra’s soldiers. That I declined, but agreed to give her some reprieve from my company by going for a long, hopefully draining, walk.

I decided to stay in the castle to avoid unnecessary stares from the men training out in the snowy courtyard, even if these stone walls reminded me of my helplessness. My prison sentence.

Kaius’s quarters took up the entirety of the West Wing of the castle, all five floors reserved for him and whoever was unfortunate enough to be invited. I had no interest in exploring his multiple council rooms, private suites, and torture chambers anyway.

As I walked through the first floor of the East Wing, I managed to lose all sense of direction, the dark, lamplit stone walls all blending in together until I found myself in a narrow corridor, lit by only a few torches. The hair on my arms stood, a sense of dread and unease curdling my stomach until I was sure my lunch would find its way onto the stone beneath my slippers.

I reached a corner in the hall, the corridor to my left shrouded in darkness so black I swore I had stumbled upon hell itself, but it was the giant stone door on my right that wrought the most fear. It wasn’t particularly menacing, it’s stone the same as the one leading into my suite, but it was the lock hanging by the doorknob that startled me.

What was so dangerous in this castle that it had to be locked inside? And more importantly, who held the key to unlocking this monster?

“I wouldn’t go adventuring in there,” a familiar voice, Ezra’s voice, spoke from around the shadowy corner. I gasped, clutching my chest to soothe the hard thump of my heart. When the fear subsided and irritation set in, I glared at him, watching as he came closer into the faint torchlight. He was dressed in his leathers—he must have been outside training with his men.

“Do you just stand and wait in the shadows praying that you’ll stumble across someone you can pester?” I spat, not failing to notice the slight lift of one of his brows.

“No,” he said, fighting back a smirk. “Just you, Your Majesty.”

I didn’t bother fighting back an eye roll.

“What’s in there?” I finally caved, pointing at the door to my right.

“I’d tell you, but I doubt you’ll be able to sleep knowing what lies under the same roof as you,” he said, sincerity thick in his tone. I shivered and took him for his word. “If you’re looking to explore, though, I could show you other, less haunting parts of the estate.”

I fought a sneer away at his offer. Given the way my heart still pounded in his presence, I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with him for an entire afternoon.

“I’m sure I can see myself around,” I said, trying to be as polite as I could, all things considered. “Is it just the one dungeon, then?”

Ezra laughed. Something small and airy, but a laugh.

“Perhaps I should draw you a map,” he said, not fighting his smile any longer. “Err on the side of caution.”

I gave him a condescending smile and said, “Perhaps.”

“I can see you’re still angry with me,” he said, following me down the hall as I made my way back from where I came.

“I feel nothing towards you,” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Have you forgotten my gift?” he said, and though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear his amusement. It was enough to earn him a glare from over my shoulder. “You’re angry, and you’re…I don’t know what it is. But it’s heavy. It’s…raw.”

“Irritation, likely,” I chided, reaching a dead end in the corridor. “Since you insist on joining me, can you please be of some use and guide me out of this awful maze of a prison.”

“I can be useful in many ways,” he returned, his eyes locked on mine as I turned to him. “Ways I’d love to show you one day.”

I gave him another roll of my eyes, an exasperated chuckle slipping from my lips as I shook my head and gestured at the stone wall in front of us. “Let’s start with getting out of this maze first, perhaps?”

Ezra didn’t seem to take my tone or scowl to heart—he actually seemed to rather enjoy the look of me rolling my eyes given the wide grin he wore as he lifted his palm flat to the stone. My gaze flickered between his good hand pressed against the wall and the golden glow of his irises, so molten I was sure if I looked too long at them I’d start to melt.

“Wh—“

“I’m trying to focus on building a portal for you, Your Majesty,” Ezra cut in, though no true frustration could be found in his tone. “Or would you rather we exit through one of those dark corridors you nearly sprinted past?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, half tempted to overcome my fear of the dark—or rather, what lurked in it—and leave him here just to prove him wrong.

But that would only end up with my lost down another corridor, wishing I’d set my pride aside and let him work. So, I did.

It only took a minute longer for the stone to fade into sheer darkness, a black so black my eyes almost couldn’t process the color. I stumbled back, though instinct told me there was no reason to worry—my instinct, it seemed, was a fan of the man beside me, smirking proudly.

“See what a little ounce of patience can achieve, my dear Mari?” he tipped his chin towards the void in front of me, distracting me from bringing up the fact that he’d used a nickname that only the closest to me used. I couldn’t deny that it sounded good coming from his lips. “It’s only dark for a moment.”

“Where does it lead?” I prodded, my tone still sharp from fear.

“That depends,” he shrugged. “Where would you like it to lead?”

“That seems like something one might have considered before opening a portal,” I chided.

“It leads anywhere,” he corrected. “Anywhere your heart desires. Although, I wouldn’t venture too far without a way back.”

“Meaning, if I were to choose to run back home, or to my sisters, I’d have to bring you to ensure—“

“To ensure your husband doesn’t come hunting after you like one of his poor beasts,” he cut in, his tone dry and serious despite his previously light mood.

“Worry not, dear Hand, I have no intentions of making a great escape. I doubt my father would welcome me back in Solis even if I tried.”

Ezra’s eyes softened, his jaw ticking as he continued to stare at me as I continued to stare at the void, neither one of us willing to break first.

“Do you trust me?” he spoke after a beat of tense silence, my eyes gliding over to meet his as my brows furrowed with confusion.

“Today?” He gave me an unimpressed look. “Yes, Ezra, I trust you. Mostly.”

“Then take my hand,” he said, his voice low and raw and…desperate? What reason did he have to be so desperate for my trust? For my touch?

“Where?” I asked, hovering my hand above his.

“My favorite place in the entire world,” he smiled. “Where it’s green and happy, where there are no worries. Only nature. Only peace.”

I swallowed, suddenly aware that taking this step was pushing the line I had drawn between us. I’d learn more about him, what makes him happy, what makes him feel at ease. He and I would go off together without a single person aware that we were even missing. The possibilities of stupidity had multiplied in the mere seconds it took for him to make the offer.

“I…”

My hand trembled as I tugged it back to my side, reason winning out over curiosity. This time, at least.

“I think I’ll just head back to my suite,” I said hurriedly, lifting the hem of my dress as I approached the void. I swore I could hear a sigh slip from his lips as I took the first step into the portal, though that could have been the sound of me gasping for air as the darkness washed over me.

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, being in the space between all things, however fleeting it was. One second I was nowhere, darkness and nothingness threatening to consume my very soul, and the next I was tripping over the rug in my sitting room, my knees screaming at me as I hit the hard floor with a yelp. My head whipped around, desperate to shout at Ezra for my own clumsiness, but there was no more portal, and certainly no Ezra.

I was surprised by the guilt that rotted my stomach as I sat on the floor in the middle of the room, knees scraped and head aching. He’d offered up a piece of himself with me to share, something I was sure not just anyone received, and I turned him down without so much as a thank you.

I hadn’t even looked him in the eye.

EZRA

An entire day had passed since the interaction in the corridor. Since Mari drew a clear line right between where she and I stood. Though the rejection stung, I couldn’t find it in myself to blame her for it. I was not a part of her plan—a plan I had carefully conceived and executed without her knowledge. All to get her here. To use her for her light, for the half of me that was missing. The half that would give me enough power to set things right in this Kingdom and give retribution to my people.

But that plan was cracking under the weight of my feelings for her, feelings I knew were born not out of something as temporary as lust or love, but belonging. She was the missing part of my soul that I was meant to find by birth, destined to fit together like the final pieces of a puzzle. And she had no clue.

“Is there any particular reason you called for this little meeting, Your Highness?” Emita purred at me, half-bent over my desk in the conservatory above my suite. The entirety of both rooms were warded with magic, hiding everything spoken, everything done inside these walls from the likes of Kaius and his crones.

“That’s all over, Emita,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “This is a business matter.”

“Which explains why I got an invite.”

My eyes lifted to my dearest friend since childhood, a Fae noble serving as a Captain of Kaius’s army, Cassander. Standing half an inch taller than me—a fact he loved to throw in my face—with golden, shoulder length waves, and dark blue eyes, he was always what I imagined a King to be. His temperament was fair and light, and yet his determination and loyalty was as fierce as a lion, a balance that is not often stumbled upon.

“Hello, lovely Emita,” he purred, smirking at her as she stomped away from my desk to her favorite chair overlooking the dark, snowy grounds. “In a mood again?”

“I’m always in a mood when you’re around, loathsome Cassander,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Children,” I sighed, gesturing at the seat next to where Cassander stood, urging him to sit and listen rather than continue to pick on Emita. “We need a new plan.”

“No, we don’t,” Emita hissed. “The plan was perfect—“

“The plan requires us to take a woman hostage and possibly incapacitate her by literally pulling the light out of her,” Cassander interjected. “I’ve always been against the plan.”

“There’s no other way to set things right without that power, Ez,” Emita persisted. “I’d like for my Kingdom to not turn into ice. I’d like this Kingdom to not succumb to the dark. I’d like—“

“There’s another way,” I cut in, rubbing two fingers along the hair on my jawline.

“Oh, Gods,” Cass smirked. “The way I originally suggested, you mean?”

Emita jumped to her feet and bounded over to where I sat, still calmly stroking my chin.

“Please tell me how you plan to seduce and mate with a woman who’s already married? A human, might I add.” My eyes slowly lifted to meet hers, taking in the equal amounts of shock, disbelief, and betrayal hidden in her stare. “You cannot fool the Gods, Ezra. They know what’s true and what’s a fallacy—“

“There is no fallacy,” I said, my voice low even with the wards in place. I had no desire for anyone to overhear the words that came out of my mouth next. “It’s true, Mari and I, and the Gods will agree.”

She stumbled back as if I had struck her. The look in her eyes was enough to make me feel as guilty as if I had.

“How can you be sure?” Cass chimed in, ever the levelheaded one.

“I can feel it in my bones. In my soul,” I said, standing from my chair. “She is the light to my dark, and I—whether she realizes it or not—am the dark to her light. It calls to me every time I see her. That taunting glow. My shadows sing for her when she’s near, as if they…as if they’ve found home after a long journey.”

“I might cry,” Cass teased, earning an eye roll as I seated myself on the edge of my desk, still lost in thought.

“That still does not promise a single thing,” Emita spoke through clenched teeth. “She could fall in love with her husband, or she could betray us, or she could refuse the power exchange altogether.”

“She won’t fall in love with her husband, she won’t betray us, but you’re right,” I nodded. “There’s no way of knowing whether she’ll agree to the exchange. But seeing as the alternative means that I will have to kidnap, imprison, and possibly kill her, I’ll take my chances.”

“Ezra, do you have any idea—“

“Oh, shut up, Emita,” Cass groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re just upset because this means no more secret visits to the conservatory.”

“Cass,” I warned, glaring at him. “This isn’t about us, it never has been—“

“Until you found your mate, right?” Emita spat. “Then it became about what you want. If it was about the greater good, about our cause, you would do what we agreed on. But you want this. Selfishly, you want her.”

“So what if I do?” I hissed back, stepping towards where she stood without a trace of fear on her face. “This is the new plan. You can either get on board or find another Fae Prince to align yourself with. But I am not going to hurt her if I do not have to. More than that, I want what’s promised to me. All of it.”

“And you’re going to get all of us killed in the process, Your Highness,” she spat back before turning away, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she stomped her way to the door and saw herself out.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Ez,” Cass smiled, standing up and walking over to give me a squeeze on the shoulder. “Even if it means the lovely Lady Emita will no longer be a member of ours.”

“She will,” I insisted. “She wants her husband dead too much to give up now.”

“Such pure intentions,” he chided, making himself comfortable at my desk as I remained standing in the center of the room, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows to the night sky. “When can I meet your mate?”

“You haven’t yet?” I asked half heartedly, turning away from the sky that had an alarmingly fewer amount of stars in it. Soon, there would be none. Just complete darkness to rule over the land of Nox.

“As if you don’t already know that,” he chuckled. “C’mon, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Why do you want to meet her?” I prodded, that biological instinct to protect my mate taking over all reason. Cassander was the most trustworthy man I’d ever known, far more so than myself.

“I’m curious,” he shrugged. “It’s not often that someone comes along and changes the entire world.”

I leveled a disbelieving look at him, making him laugh.

“Does she have a sister?”

“And there it is,” I laughed despite the stress weighing down my shoulders. “They’re all spoken for, I believe.”

“Back to pining for Emita it is,” he sighed. “Don’t you think our testy back and forth would make for a passionate coupling?”

“I think she’d kill you in your sleep,” I returned with a half smile. “And that would make me inconsolable, seeing as you’re the closest thing to family I have anymore.”

“You’d still have Gail,” he shrugged, though I knew the thought of leaving his younger brother behind in this world plagued him each and every day.

“Speaking of,” I smiled. “I happen to know a lovely girl who’d do well with a friend.”

“Are you trying to set my brother up with Emita? He’s only sixteen!”

“I meant a girl his age,” I replied. “Drusilla, she’s the handmaiden for Mari.”

“Mari,” he teased, and I chose to ignore it.

“She’s become something like a sister to Marigold,” I gave him a pointed glare. “I doubt she’ll leave her behind, nor should she. Perhaps if she becomes attached to Gail, it would help convince Marigold to join us when we finally make our move.”

“You mean to use my brother as a tool?” he asked, his voice flattening into something resembling anger, though I couldn’t be sure as I’d never actually seen Cass angry.

“I mean to introduce Gail to a new friend,” I shrugged. “The result of that friendship is just a bonus.”

“Is the girl kind, at least? Smart?”

“She’s exceptionally bright,” I declared. “She’s visited me a few times to use the telescope and borrow books on astronomy, which Gail has an affinity for. And yes, she is kind. Nothing like the world she was born into.”

Cass seemed to deliberate, his knee bouncing as he sat in my chair with his hands folded over his lap.

“Fine, arrange a meeting,” he conceded. “But I will be there as a chaperone.”

“As will Mari, no doubt,” I added. “Try not to scare her off, will you?”

“I’m not the one you need to worry about,” he assured. “Emita is likely working on acquiring some sort of poison to slip into her meal as we speak.”

“If she’s to poison anyone, it’ll be you and I, dear brother.”

At least, I hoped it would.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #ezra x oc #ezra prospect #ezra prospect x oc #starlight #ezra prospect angst #ezra prospect fluff

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hi i saw u write for scott (n im so glad cos there’s like no fics of him 🥲) could you do scott w a reader who kinda matches his attitude? like maybe some sort of frenemies to lovers thing, anytime he tries to get snarky with the rest of the cliffhangers reader argues back with him 🙏 hope that makes sense english isn’t my first language 🥲

Anon I love and appreciate you🫶

Frenemies

Warnings: None! :)

It was a hot day and Hannah made all of us cliffhangers go hiking. It wouldn’t have been so bad but one person by the name of Scott Barringer wouldn’t shut up. Ever since he came here a couple months ago he’s been an annoying prick. For some odd reason he thinks he’s better than everyone else and thinks he’s to good for us.

“God this is so annoying I mean why do we have to do all this stuff??” Scott said complaining for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. “Dude just suck it up the more you complain the longer it feels like.” Auggie said annoyed. “Dude literally no one was talking to you so why don’t you shut up” Scott said pissed.

“Scott seriously no one wants to hear your grading voice 24/7 just suck it up already.” I snapped and turned to him. Scott just looked at me and mumbled something under his breath. Even though Scott annoys me, he is one of the only people that I can stand to be around here at Mt. Horizon. He also somehow always listens to me when I tell him to shut up.

As we continued walking me and Scott’s hands kept brushing up against each other. I would never admit to anyone but I might have a little crush on Scott even if he does annoy me at times I mean come on he’s utterly gorgeous and can be nice when he wants to be.

The sun was starting to set and Hannah told me and Scott to go fetch stuff to build a fire. “You where blushing when our hands to kept touching.” Scott said suddenly smirking at me when we where away from the other campers. “you wish.” I replied back to him trying to hide my small and embarrassment. “Come on just admit you have a crush on me.” He said smiling. “There is nothing to admit.” I said, picking up sticks to use for the fire.

“So if I where to kiss you right now you wouldn’t kiss back?” he said, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “Scott you’re crazy” I said walking away from him only for him to grab my arm and pull me into him and suddenly feeling his lips on mine. Scott kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do but he was also so soft and gentle at the same time. I dropped the sticks I was holding and held his face as we made out. Soon we pulled away to take breath. Scott rested his forehead on mine and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. As we where about to kiss again we heard Ezra calling our name.

“We should better get back” I said almost out of breath. “Yeah” Scott replied “But one more thing” he said before kissing me again. “Alright lover boy let’s go before we get in trouble for inappropriate touching” I joked.

“fine.” Scott groaned picking back up the sticks and smiling at me “I’m going to annoy you so much more now” he said ruffling and kissing the top of my head

“I know you are” I said smiling and leaning into him.

Hi! Hope I did your request justice!! If there is anything you want me to add or change please let me know 🫶 thank you so much for the request 🫶

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kazoosandfannypacks · 7 months

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chapter summary: ezra reunites with hera and chopper and meets jacen. sabine realizes she still has a home on the ghost, and it's just like old times— but with one critical difference. chapter word count: 3.1K a/n: as i wrote this chapter, i started thinking about coffee creamer in the star wars galaxy. would it be blue? like their milk? what color would it make the coffee if you put enough in it? i decided to test this theory— though i didn't have blue food coloring, i did have purple for some reason, so i just used that, and, well, let's just say i know firsthand that sabine's description of ezra's caf in this chapter is 100% accurate. and i have made terrible mistakes. taglist:@laughingphoenixleader@accidental-spice@kanerallels@piraterefrigerator@jedi-nurse@dootchster@lucasbridger@redroverrider@light-umbra@commander-tech {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

Chapter 3: Sha'kajir

Sabine tried to keep a straight face as the shuttle ramp lowered. She and Ezra had had plenty of time to discuss how to make an entrance upon Ezra's return to the galaxy, and she wasn't about to flub up their plan.

She stepped off the ramp as seriously as she could, watching the faces of the confused New Republic soldiers in front of her as they lowered their weapons. She was sure most of them didn't even expect her return at all, especially so soon, or in a recovered Imperial transport.

But the face she was watching most expectantly was General Syndulla's.

"Sabine?" Hera asked, motioning for the rest of the troops to stay back as she walked across the hangar to her.

"General," Sabine nodded, a smile tugging the corner of her cheeks.

Though anyone else would've seen it as a breach in protocol, the general was the closest thing Sabine had to a mother anymore, and a reunion hug was inevitable.

Hera quickly pulled away though, most likely equal parts remembering who else was watching and recalling Sabine's usual aversion to physical touch, and also because so many questions had still been left unanswered.

"Did Ahsoka make it to you okay?" Hera asked, "did she make it back? Did you find Ezra?"

"Ahsoka found me, yeah," Sabine said, "and she and Huyang made the jump back here with me."

"And Ezra?" Hera asked.

Sabine bit her lip, enjoying Hera's suspense too much to risk accidentally spilling it.

"Did you find Ezra?" Hera asked, "is he…."

"I'd say he's doing alright," a voice behind Sabine said, and she and Hera both turned to see Ezra standing in front of the shuttle ramp.

"Ezra?" Hera asked, and Sabine took a step to the side.

Ezra nodded, and before he could say anything more, he found himself in a long awaited hug from Hera.

"Welcome home," Hera said, quietly enough that the only people who could hear it were Ezra and Sabine.

"I've missed you, mom," Ezra said.

Hera laughed a little, and after another moment, pulled away.

Chopper rolled up to Ezra, beeping something about how he definitely didn't miss Ezra at all, and jokingly complaining about not giving him back his room.

"Good work, Sabine," Hera said, "I'm proud of you— both of you."

Sabine hadn't seen Hera happier since they returned from Krownest all those years ago, when the whole crew was together again for the start of the very last time. Mingled with the joyful disbelief on Hera's face was a sense of pride— though it seemed not just in her kids, but also in herself.

"It's not all good news," Sabine said, "unfortunately, Ahsoka and Ezra aren't the only ones who came back from Perida."

"You don't mean…"

Ezra nodded sadly. "Somehow, Grand Admiral Thrawn returned."

The light in Hera's eyes faded, years of conflict and turmoil rushing back at her, like everything they'd worked so hard for was beginning to crumble. She shook her head, biting her lip, then nodded, and the confidence returned.

"It's alright," Hera reaffirmed, "Thrawn's return is nothing the New Republic can't handle, and now he's lost his element of surprise. Chop, let Senator Organa know. Notify the New Republic forces immediately."

"And what are we gonna do to stop him?" Sabine asked.

"That's the New Republic Council's call," Hera said, "until then, I think Ezra's gonna have a lot of catching up to do."

"You have no idea," Ezra said, the same overwhelmed look on his face that he'd had any time Sabine tried to tell him about everything that had changed over the last decade.

"But first," Hera said, "you need some rest. You two have just traveled across galaxies. There'll be time for a family reunion after you've gotten a good night's sleep."

"Yes ma'am," Ezra teased, jokingly saluting. Hera put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around.

"You've still got a bunk on The Ghost," Hera said, leading him to the door, "as long as you don't mind sharing your room with a force-sensitive ten year old."

"Sabine told me all about the kid," Ezra said, "and it'd be an honor. Besides, if I could put up with the smell of Lasat for as long as I did…."

Sabine watched as they walked away, Chopper rolling along behind them.

"You did it," she thought, "he was counting on you to bring him home, and you did it."

She shook her head, trying to stave off the burning question of "now what?"

"Hey, Sabine!"

Ezra had stopped in his tracks and turned back to her.

"You coming?" he asked.

Sabine searched her words. Of course she wanted to join them— and Ezra's smile as he turned back to her was welcoming in a way nothing else could've been— but she hadn't stayed on The Ghost for years, and didn't even know if there was still a place for her.

Hera spoke up before Sabine could voice her hesitations.

"I've still got your room just like you left it, too," Hera said, with that motherly tone of voice that turned a suggestion into a command.

"Alright," Sabine said, "who am I to argue with that?"

Sabine joined them, and they left for The Ghost together.

— — —

"Hey, Jacen," Sabine knocked on the door as she entered the room, "you awake?"

If he hadn't been awake before, he certainly was now, as he jumped out of his bed and into her arms to give her a hug.

"Aunt Sabine!" he laughed, "you're home!"

"You're right I am," Sabine ruffled his shaggy green hair, "and I brought back a friend."

Jacen looked past her to where his mom stood in the doorway, Ezra walking in past her.

"Jacen?" Ezra asked, taking a few steps into the room, "I know you don't know me, but…."

"Uncle Ezra?" Jacen asked.

"Yeah," Ezra said, smiling as he knelt down next to Sabine to get closer to Jacen's level, "I take it you've heard of me."

"Yeah," Jacen said, "mommy and Aunt Sabine and Chopper tell me stories about you all the time."

Out in the hallway, Chopper beeped something to the contrary.

"You do and you know it!" Jacen argued to the droid.

"Well, I'm glad to finally meet you," Ezra said, placing his hands on Jacen's shoulders and nodding, "Sabine's told me a lot about you, too."

"Like what?" Jacen asked.

"For one, she said that you're a lot like your parents."

"Did you know my dad?" Jacen's eyes lit up, "you knew him, right?" "Yeah," Ezra nodded, solemnly, before lightening the mood again, "how about I tell you about one of our adventures? As a bedtime story?"

He glanced back at Hera as he asked, and she nodded

"Just don't go too long," Hera pointed at them, "you boys have a busy day tomorrow."

"Okay," Jacen said, already climbing into his bed.

Ezra sat down at the end of Jacen's bed. "It all started when we were on the roof of The Ghost, while your dad was trying to teach me how to become a Jedi.…"

Sabine watched him over her shoulder as she left the room. Ezra seemed to have clicked with Jacen immediately, probably due to either the way the boys were both so easy to get along with, or because of their strong connections to the force. Either way, it was endearing for her to watch.

Sabine felt Hera's hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get you settled back in too," Hera said.

"Alright," Sabine said.

She followed Hera down the hall to her old room, and found that, just as Hera had said, not much had changed. The walls were still covered in more graffiti than an abandoned factory in the outer rim, and the old cracked mirror on her dresser still had yet to be repaired.

"Just like you left it," Hera said.

"Yeah," Sabine rolled her eyes, sitting on her old bed, "that was quite a day."

She almost felt ridiculous by now, with how excited and hopeful she'd been at the start of her training with Ahsoka, even though the mere thought of her training carried with it so much tension and stress now.

She got up to look through the drawers of her dresser, and was confused by a few things she found in it.

"I don't remember owning this shirt," Sabine said, holding up a gray and tan shirt with long sleeves and a snappy collar.

"I didn't think your old clothes would fit you anymore," Hera said, "so left a few of my old things for you."

"You did?" Sabine asked, looking through the drawer "how did you know I'd even be back?"

"I didn't know," Hera said, "but I had hoped. I know you've moved onto bigger things than our Spectre days— we all have— but I always wanted home to be here for you if you need someplace to crash."

"You mean a place to have an exciting landing?" Sabine asked.

"Yeah," Hera laughed.

Sabine gave Hera a sidehug.

"Thanks," Sabine said.

The past few years had been really rough. Every other idea of home she'd ever had was gone for good, but somehow this place remained— probably due to the stubbornness of her Captain.

And somehow, no matter how much time passed, she always found her crew again.

"It's good to have you home," Hera said, "now, I'd suggest you change so Chop can get your clothes washed, and I'll have something to eat ready in just a few minutes."

"You don't have to…" "Sabine," Hera said, "I insist."

Sabine smiled and rolled her eyes as Hera left the room.

— — —

Seven minutes later, Sabine was in the galley, wearing one of Hera's shirts and a pair of her old oversized pants, drinking a cup of caf and talking with Hera like nothing had ever changed.

"How's your Jedi stuff going?" Hera asked, from where she stood by the stove.

"It's," Sabine took a sip of caf as she looked for the right word, "interesting." "Interesting good?" Hera asked.

"Yeah," Sabine said, "while we were on Perida I actually managed to use the Force a little."

"Well, that's good," Hera said.

"I don't know," Sabine said, "it only worked there and I haven't tried it since. Probably had something to do with the planet itself."

"Ah," Hera smiled, "the Force has a funny way of working sometimes."

"Yeah," Sabine said, unsure why she said it the way she did, like there was something more to this story that Sabine didn't even realize she was getting at, "it wasn't anything major anyways."

"Don't listen to her," Ezra said, as he walked into the galley, "if it wasn't for her connection to the Force, we never would've made it home."

Sabine smiled at Ezra, and noticed that instead of the clothes he'd been wearing all week in the closet, he now wore a familiar green shirt that Hera must've lent him. "Sounds like quite the story," Hera smiled, as Ezra sat down next to Sabine at the table, "and speaking of 'stories,'" Hera poured a cup of caf for Ezra just the way he liked it— with enough creamer that it ended up the same color that Zeb turned the time he got food poisoning, "you did make sure to remind Jacen that climbing on top of The Ghost for Jedi practice should only be done with direct adult supervision, right?"

Ezra took a sip of his caf and sighed with contentment, as if he hadn't heard her question.

"I've really missed this," he set down the cup, "you know, they don't have creamer like this on Perida. Granted, they also don't have caf."

"Ezra," Hera asked, arms crossed.

"Don't worry, Hera," Ezra said, "I'll remind him in the morning that any stories I tell him are on a strict 'do as I say, not as I do' basis."

"Alright," Hera said, grabbing a couple plates off the counter as she changed the subject, "now, I hope you kids are hungry."

She set down a plate of purpleish pancakes in front of each of them.

"We've eaten nothing but decade-old Imperial rations for the last week," Sabine said, "I'd say we're long overdue for a home-cooked meal."

"Besides," Ezra said, already with his mouth full of food, "I wouldn't even turn down a stack of Jogan Pancakes if I'd just had a full Life Day Feast."

Sabine smiled as she took a bite of her pancakes, with not nearly as much reckless abandon as Ezra did— just like old times— but still wholeheartedly.

"These are amazing," Ezra said, "just as good as I remembered them."

"I do my best," Hera said, and instead of taking pride at his compliment, she looked away almost wistfully, "I know they're not as good as when Kanan would make them…."

"They're great," Sabine and Ezra both said, then looked at each other with a smile.

"Glad to hear there's an agreement," Hera said, as she sat down with a stack of pancakes of her own.

In between mouthfuls— very full, borderline greedy mouthfuls— Ezra kept the conversation going.

"Does Jacen have any of his dad's cooking skills?"

Hera smiled, "he's the only one who can come close to making Kanan's specialty."

"You mean that meatlump stuff that tasted a lot better than it sounds?" Ezra laughed, but only a little, followed by a sigh.

"That's the one," Hera said, and despite the sour look on Ezra's face as he mentioned it, Hera's expression was one of delight.

"Kanan would be proud of him," Ezra nodded.

"I know he would," Hera nodded, "and I am too."

They each took a few more bites, before Ezra spoke up again.

"So, Sabine," Ezra said, "Jacen mentioned you've been telling stories about me?"

Sabine bit her lip. Maybe she'd told one or two or seventy-five stories about him, but that was no reason for Jacen to bring it up.

"Once or twice," Sabine said.

"Which ones?"

"Oh, you know," Sabine took a sip of her caf, "that time Chopper unscrewed the bolts from your bunk…."

"Seriously?" Ezra asked.

"What?" Sabine shrugged, "I had to say something when he asked about the funny drawing of Uncle Zeb on the wall of his room."

"You actually kept that up?" Ezra asked.

"You could've washed it off anytime when it was your room," Sabine suggested.

"What can I say?" Ezra asked, "I liked being your inspiration."

"Then you're gonna love what I've done in the comm tower on Lothal."

"What?"

"Nothing," Sabine said, quickly covering her tracks, knowing she probably couldn't find a way to say she'd been living in his old house the past few years without it sounding creepy.

Ezra shrugged as he finished off his stack of pancakes and got up to grab some more from the counter by the stove, Sabine trying not to let her gaze follow him too intently.

———

"You'd think we'd be sick of each other by now," Sabine thought, as she and Ezra sat next to each other at the table in the galley, long after the pancakes and caf were finished and Hera had gone to bed, "and yet? I could probably stay up talking with him all night."

She tried to ignore the fact that she'd almost done just that, that there were only a few hours left before they'd have to wake up, and that Hera had reminded them not to stay up too late tonight.

"Hey, Sabine," Ezra said, "you good?"

She'd spaced out in the middle of one of his stories, so focused on how much she enjoyed talking with Ezra that she'd forgotten to focus on talking with Ezra.

"Yeah," Sabine said, shaking her head as she came up with an excuse, "sorry. Just zoned out a little."

"I think you need some sleep," Ezra said.

"I've been in a closet for a whole week," Sabine said, "I've gotten more than enough rest."

"Sabine," he titled his head and raised an eyebrow, with knowing disappointment at her self-destructive tendencies.

"And what about you?" Sabine threw his accusation back at him, "don't you have a big day tomorrow?"

"I'll be fine," Ezra said, glancing at her with a smile and a glimmer in his eye, "besides, I slept much better this past week than I have in a long time."

"Why's that?" Sabine asked.

That's how she knew she needed sleep. She was pretty sure of the answer to that question, and if she'd been more awake, she'd've deflected this kind of conversation.

But, since she asked, Ezra answered, by sliding closer to her and gently putting a hand on her shoulder. He leaned towards her a little as well, and lowered his tone, somehow to something deep but still soft; gravelly but still smooth.

"I've missed you."

Oh no.

In the good old days, when Ezra tried something like this, it had always bothered her— because she didn't feel the same way— because there was no way she could ever find herself liking Ezra. She'd thought those feelings he had for her had gone away, but the look in his eyes said it all: though it had taken many forms over the last fifteen years, his love for her had never died.

In the good old days, she would've pushed him away immediately at this realization, not wanting anything more than his friendship. By the time she'd thought she might even be able to start feeling the same way, he was already gone. But as she looked into his eyes, she realized she'd more than just begun to catch feelings: though it had taken her fifteen years, she'd finally fallen in love with Ezra Bridger.

She wasn't in the good old days anymore, and it was terrifying.

She liked Ezra.

Ezra liked her.

And now instead of being galaxies apart, they were together— alone together— and he was leaning close to her and whispering to her in a tone of voice that could've made a textbook sound romantic, and she liked it.

It was all too much to take in at once. Her familiar friend had become unfamiliar territory— by no fault of his own— and she didn't know how to respond.

"I should go to bed," Sabine said, sharply, turning away from him so she didn't have to see how his face fell— though she saw it anyway.

"Sabine," Ezra said, "wait, I…."

But she was already out of her seat and on her way out the door. She thought she heard him get up and walk to the doorway after her, but she didn't turn around to check.

Sabine wasn't running from Ezra. It wasn't his fault he'd finally gotten through to her heart this time.

No, she was running from her feelings for Ezra. How else could she respond? She'd never been in love before. What else could be done in the face of this, besides what she did with any other new problem that couldn't be solved with a detonator?

She ran.

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x-0ophelia0-x · 5 months

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what we fight for.

pairing: Force sensitive!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none, it’s fluff

word count: 937

summary: Lothal was beautiful. You were fighting each day to see the sunset and the sunrise was your reward.

authors note: this is my shortest fic but I just live for sunset ff‘s soo I hope you like these scenarios too 😭

and with that the 5th ff of the december special is online!

enjoyyy <33

There was a longing in every single one of us.

A voice deep down, encouraging us to fight for what we think is right.

Fighting for what our lungs breath for

Fighting for what our hearts beat for to keep us alive.

To keep us alive for a single reason.

Not many were able to fight against the empire, let alone survive long enough.

But here you were, two lost souls, victims of the empires cruelty, victims of their ideal way to conquer the galaxy, to control everything.

The Republic failed and the Empire rose.

They were the rulers now, using fear and cruelty to keep everyone under control.

Using their killing machines to while of every trace of the Jedi.

They wanted them to go extinct, erase every single one of them or turn them into their marionettes.

Yes, the galaxy was a dangerous place, especially in times like these.

And what hurt the most was that not everybody was able to fight against these monsters.

You however were found by Kanan when inquisitors chased you down.

You didn’t know yourself that you were force sensitive, hence why you where so surprised when they appeared at your front door.

You declined their offer and made yourself a target for the empire.

Kanan happened to pass by on that day, seeing how they chased you, instantly realizing what was going on.

He decided to take you under his wing, knowing that you’d be safer with him and Hera then alone and defenseless.

And the same happened with Ezra.

Well he wasn’t defenseless considering how he managed to get in here, but he was alone and Kanan couldn’t let go of him after he found out that he was force sensitive too.

With Lothal being his home planet, it held a very special place in his heart and it saddened him to see how much his home was suffering.

So yes.

No matter how peaceful the scenery may seem.

He‘ll always see the brutality of this instead.

And no matter how hard he tried to reject the possibility of a peaceful moment, you were always there to remind him of what he stood for and what he‘s fighting for.

Lothal.

Lothals sun was sinking, declaring the upcoming nighttime.

Ezra and you where sitting on top of some mountain with a perfect view to the landscape.

There was also a loth cat sitting right next to you, it attacked you at first but Ezra used his Jedi tricks to calm him down.

„How’s the lil guy doing?“

„Seems to be fine“

A slight breeze caught your attention as you moved your gaze to the moving grass fields.

„Moments like this.. they’re priceless“

„But rare“

You looked at him as he slowly turned to look at you.

„No matter how peaceful this may seem, Lothal‘s not free, it’s just a matter of time until the empire decides to also destroy this ackre of land“

„Let’s enjoy the view then, even if it’s just for now“

Ezra took a deep breath and the Loth Cat seemed to notice this as it ran to his side.

It made itself comfortable between you two and decided to take a nap.

„It trusts you“

„Mere minutes ago it tried to kill me“

„Yeah.. tried“

„Well, it’s trusting enough to fall asleep between us two, I don’t think that it’ll try anything funny later on“

He moved his gaze from the cat to the sunset.

„You were right“

„Hm?“

Ezra didn’t talk nor did he show you a direction, he just closed his eyes and let the wind play the rest of the game.

The breeze made you realize what he meant.

„You see it too then?“

„I always did“

„How’s that so?“

Didn’t he always tell you to not give in into this delusional moments?

„Lothal was always beautiful, the empire was the one to destroy it.. however“

He opened his eyes and looked directly at the sinking sun.

„I forgot how nice it was to just sit here and watch the grass fields dance as the sun dips down“

„With all the golden hues“

„And the wildlife continuing it‘s life, as carefree as it could be“

„This.. this right here is worthy every battle we went in“

„And every battle we’ll take“

Your hands found one another, holding them as you continued to enjoy the moment.

„This is the place where I feel alive“

„Let’s continue to defend it then“

„Of corse“

„And..“

„And?“

You pointed at the sky which was full of warm colours as the sun went deeper into the horizon.

„See this?“

You then pointed at the sun.

„And this?“

Ezra nodded waiting for you to continue.

„That’s the light.. the fire we‘re fighting for.

We live on to see another day, to experience another sunset and the upcoming sunrise is our award“

„Since when did you become a poet?“

„Ha ha“

You shared a laugh but tried to not disturb the cat.

„Our next mission is tomorrow“

„Let’s give it our best then“

„Okay Master“

„Hey, at least I‘m trying to bring in some athmosphere in here“

„I know and I appreciate it“

„Glad to know jabba“

„Alright then, let’s raise a nonexistent glas to see another sunrise“

„Yes“

You acted as if you were actually raising your glasses and noticed how the time passed, the sun now completely gone and the night ready to settle in.

„This is what we fight for.“

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grxceful-ly · 24 days

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Hello there! I hope you're doing good!

19, 21 and 29 for the Fanfic Writers Ask Game!

hii thank you so much for sending me an ask!! i hope you're doing really well yourself. you picked some good ones and this got kinda long, i'm sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

i'm going to take this opportunity to say that something in me does not allow me to fulfill all the multichapter, long fics of my dreams so i mostly share oneshots. i wish i could be like "this is from my [insert title here] au from chapter 14!!" or something. but alas. anyway, this is from my wip sequel to the sabezra secret relationship i wrote a while back. it's almost done, i'm excited to share the full thing soon!

Maybe the Ezra Bridger who wasn’t in a relationship with Sabine wouldn’t have said that. Maybe he would’ve been a little giddy—like, wow! Sabine is actually touching me! And isn’t completely averse to it! Maybe he should have said something like that. Or just. . .smiled? Or hugged her back? Sabine still wasn’t letting go. His heart ached a little. He let his arms come around her loosely, his gaze stuck to the floor. “So. . .” he started. But nothing else came out.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

yes and no. i don't think i've ever had to delete an entire scene--usually i will spend a lot of time writing a scene or two and i hate it a little more than usual so i end up losing motivation for the entire project. this happens often. i don't like it.

however, sometimes i'll write a line i really like but in my heart i know it won't work for the overall goal of the paragraph or scene, so i have to delete it :( i mourn for like three minutes and then move on lol.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

goodness, the amount of star wars time travel fix-it fics i've written in my mind. that's kind of where they stay. but occasionally i jot down a scene that has a chokehold on me until it goes away. i was going to share an anakin one, but for some reason i can't find my doc with that in it :') so you get this scene from my vostress wip where asajj goes back in time. this is kind of a cheat bc i don't know if it'll NEVER be posted, but as of now too little of it is written to share much more than these snippets. also there's very little interest in a fic like this versus my usual stuff lol.

Her eyes softened. “It is more important to reject that power and preserve those things. Understand me, Vos. Truly. There is no power that can take away the pain you feel. No power that is worth it for a fleeting sense of victory.” She realized she'd put a hand to his chest, naturally drawn closer as she tried not to plead with him. This was it. If he should ever listen to her, let it be now.

and for a bonus, here's an 'asajj takes omega to meet quinlan' snippet that was just for fun and will never again see the light of day lol!

“Your jedi?” Omega asked, eyes lighting up, glancing from one of them to the other. Vos flashed a lopsided smile at Ventress. “I love when she calls me that,” he said in that smooth, unserious but oh-so-truthful voice of his. Ventress's eyes slid to him, then went up to the sky in feigned annoyance as her hand fell to her side and she swiveled to walk away. “Come on.” Unfortunately, Vos and Omega were making quick friends. He was the type to do so; always had been, and it seemed she, too, was eager to befriend anyone she set her sights on. A horrifying pair.

#thank you again for the ask!#my writing #ugh i wish i had the mental capacity to write everything i wanted #some of y'all have like superpowers or something creating these entire intricate aus AND writing them #sabezra #vostress #star wars #star wars fanfiction #writing ask #dark disciple #star wars rebels #the bad batch #sorry if this post is actually Unreadable lol it's a mess

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rainestorm-days · 3 months

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Sabine walked through the library stacks, Laufey Let You Break My Heart Again playing through her headphones. She found herself a table in a far back corner, placing her tote bag down she sighed. Her head was killing her, and she had decided to skip all the first day orientations.

It was practically useless to Sabine. She knew the campus like the back of her hand. Little feet running around while her parents worked, getting into trouble as kids did. She caught herself smiling at the thought. Days of innocence.

She regretted going to the party last night, everything was a mess. What was she thinking walking into an Elsbeth’s house? She wasn’t thinking, Sabine couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened to her if Shin hadn’t shown up, scaring the girl with the drink away… Aggie. She was cute if you ignored the fact she’d tried and almost successfully drugged Sabine.

Thank the gods Shin was thinking straight, Sabine definitely wasn’t… Kissing shin… they were done. Shin ended it, she never went back on those kind of things, as much as Sabine wished she would. The best part of her life was over, it had died in high school.

“Sabine, what are you doing here?” A familiar voice asked.

The woman caught Sabine off guard, she stepped back, losing her balance, luckily she was able to catch herself on the table behind her.

“Hera, hi.” She smiled at the woman, one of Ezra’s moms.

Hera’s looked at Sabine carefully, eyes tight and mouth forming a thin line, “Sabine, you should sit down. You don’t look to good.”

Sabine rolled her eyes, “Thanks.”

“You know what I mean, is everything alright?”

“I’m…fine.” Sabine didn’t know where to start, classes hadn’t even started yet and everything seemed to be falling apart. Her parents choosing her major for her, Rooming with Shin, the paparazzi yesterday, the party last night…

What was supposed to be a convincing lie, Hera saw right through. “Being an adult is going to be rough sometimes-” She scanned the area before proceeding, stepping closer, “Especially in your family. I hope you know you can always talk to Ahsoka and I.”

Sabine nodded. Very few people that she knew she trusted, even her own family. She had her reasons for calling Hera and Ahsoka instead of her own mother. Trust, and knowing they would take the time to understand her were large parts of her decision.

Read the rest on Ao3!!

#wolfwren #shin hati #sabine wren #sapphic star wars #sabine wren x shin hati #star wars #fanfic #ao3 writer #ahsoka #modern au

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seth-shitposts · 6 months

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Seth: fix it. Fix it right the fuck now.

Alex: it's fine, they have a softer moment right after.

Seth: BUT THE MOMENT BEFORE STILL HURTS.

Alex: because it's supposed to.

Seth: 😭😭😭 but why??????

Alex: this is an au, but in a Canon Divergence Before the Canon type of way. Not a Kallus is Easily Swayed With No Real Deep Flaws & Faults type of way. Kallus still has faith in the empire, even if its slowly turns into desperately grasping for straws before Lasan.

Seth: BUT WHAT ABOUT TSEEBO.

Alex: Tseebo isn't naive. He isn't simple. He knows the complexity of the situation and he is very aware of how much Alexsandr cares about him. He's trying to point out the situation to Alexsandr, who isn't nearly as aware of it. That is the point of the scene, of the interaction, of that line.

Seth: Please comfort Tseebo, I'm begging.

Alex: I already told you, I'm writing it now. Alexsandr is just as much Tseebo's friend as Tseebo is Alexsandr’s friend. And after what had happened as the lead up to this interaction, the only thing Tseebo wants is to be comforted.

Seth: you're such a- dhsjisjs 😭

Alex, handing Seth some water as he continues to write out the scene being spoken about: mhmm, I'm well aware.

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This scene isn't edited, and might not be filly fleshout yet. It's mostly dialog.

Cw// canon typical xenophobia

Scene that lead into this bit: Tseebo was asked by Kallus to meet him at the gate for an errand, Kallus was on his way when he started hearing a commotion between an officer and a civilian. He started to quicken his pace when it sounds like the officer is trying to pick a fight. Upon hearing the civilian talk, he runs to intervine faster because he knew it was Tseebo and that Tseebo most definitely wouldn't have done anything wrong.

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“Tseebo, why didn't you protect yourself or leave?”

For the first time since Kallus has known the other, Tseebo gives him a vexed look, one that pushes through the vanishing hint of fear from Kallus’s previous demeanor toward the officer. “Alexsandr suggests that Tseebo resists?”

“Tseebo, I don't have to know what happened to know you were being mistreated, you were about to be hurt!”

“Being struck and beaten down once is better than provoking reason for arrest!” Tseebo desperately tries to fight back the whine struggling to let itself be released. “What does Alexsandr think Tseebo should have done? Run away? From an imperial officer? Fight back? Against an imperial officer?”

Kallus slowly shakes his head, he knows Tseebo has a point in that, but, “Tseebo, how many times have you been mistreated?" The way Tseebo speaks, it sounds like this is a common occurrence. "This needs to be reported-”

“No! Tseebo makes no report to the empire. Tseebo won't win.”

“How are-”

“Tseebo knows Alexsandr cares deeply for him, but, tell Tseebo, what was Agent Kallus’s first thought when he met the friend of rebels Mira Bridger and Ephraim Bridger? The original designated chosen caretaker to Ezra Bridger?”

Kallus thinks over the words, the realization of Tseebo's true point knocking into him like a ton of bricks.

Watching the gears churn and click in his friend, Tseebo nods, the whines finally about to undermine the rare, rare bite in his voice. “Tseebo's point. Tseebo knows that you know better, but Empire does not.”

#defectors au #alexsandr kallus #tseebo

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bisexuallsokka · 2 years

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If you're still in your mood -- “I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?” or “Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!” from the prompt list for Zukka please?

83. “Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

Zuko isn’t sure if Sokka is always like this, or if he just enjoys irritating Zuko in particular, but sometimes the things he says in the one class they have together make Zuko infuriated. Zuko had met him once or twice, Aang had been convinced they would immediately become best friends, but they must have not talked for very long if Zuko didn’t know Sokka was the kind of guy to be taking a 300 level literature course. Nevertheless, he saw a familiar face and decided to take the seat right next to his.

Worst mistake ever, Zuko thinks as the back of his thighs run into something behind him, and then he stops thinking for a moment when strong hands on his hips lift him up to sit on the desk.

It took a few lectures for him to get on Zuko’s nerves, then at that point, Zuko didn’t dare move and break the sacred system that is unassigned assigned seats. No, he’s stuck with Sokka’s commentary both under his breath and the things he chooses to share with the class. It’s maddening.

Because Sokka makes some really good points.

(Not that he’ll ever admit it.)

(His mouth is a bit occupied anyway.)

Zuko tries to keep an open mind with everything they discuss in that class, but then they got to talking about Imagism, and Zuko absolutely refused to consider the side of someone as strongly opinionated against Ezra Pound and H.D. as Sokka is.

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!” Sokka had insisted during the class discussion, and then proceeded to quote Amy Lowell to Zuko in front of the whole class.

Zuko grabs a fistful of Sokka’s hair and tugs. Amy fucking Lowell.

The professor had cut them off before things could escalate, but Sokka had insisted on walking with Zuko after class to continue the debate, and then they were in the library and Zuko hissed at him to shut up and Sokka had said something like “make me” so Zuko had dragged him to one of the many alcoves in the basement where he had caught far too many couples during his time as a library aide last year and…well, now they’ve stopped arguing and Sokka’s hand is under Zuko’s shirt and how can he even breathe…

Zuko pulls away to gasp for air and Sokka immediately takes this as an opportunity to trail kisses down to Zuko’s neck. Zuko lets out an embarrassingly loud gasp and when Sokka doesn’t move, waiting for Zuko’s reaction, Zuko just tightens his hold in Sokka’s hair and that’s all the invitation he needs before Sokka is biting down, and shit, Zuko is going to have to find a way to cover that before—

“Shit,” Zuko says, eyes trained on the clock on the wall and trying to calculate how late he is going to be because the alternative is focusing on the movement of Sokka’s tongue over the brand-new hickey on his neck and that way madness lies. “Sokka, I’m…I’m going to be late for work.”

“If you’re already late, no point in showing up at all,” Sokka reasons, his voice low and his breath hot against the spot below Zuko’s ear and damn it, Zuko shivers. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

Zuko closes his eyes because fuck, if he thought Sokka running his mouth was going to be the death of him before, it’s nothing compared to the way it’s making him feel now. But no, he has to be strong, because this job is almost certainly going to help him get an internship, but not if he starts ditching it in favor of making out with infuriating classmates in the library basement like some freshman – god, that’s probably the worst thing about this entire situation.

Sokka seems to be under the impression that Zuko is trying to make up his mind and he needs help being convinced to miss work, because he is using his hands and his mouth to try and persuade him but fuck, Zuko needs to be strong, plus he can’t let Sokka win…

It takes every ounce of willpower to put his hands on Sokka’s chest and push him away, and then Sokka is giving him a look and Zuko has to roll his eyes to give him an excuse to break the eye contact, and they’re both catching their breath. Zuko is about to break the silence, but then Sokka is reaching for the pen in the pocket of his flannel, and Zuko watches as he uncaps it and starts to write on Zuko’s palm.

“There,” Sokka says, grinning at the number now scribbled on Zuko’s skin. “Now you can send me those poems you were talking about.”

Zuko blinks at him for a moment, then against his will his hand is reaching out to grab the front of Sokka’s shirt and pull him back in, Sokka smiling against his lips.

#in case u couldnt tell i have many thoughts on Imagism and i go back and forth on how i feel about it so i let them each take a side lmao #zuko is more interested in the technical aspects of poetry and as u can see sokka is more. hes all about the emotions of poetry #anyway i could go on and on about this but i digress. just trust me.#i also did NOT think this was going to go this way lmaooo #zukka #my writing #prompts #erisenyo #ask me stuff

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I finally figured out what my personal issue/usual squick with large age gap fics is even though I know I’m personally attracted to older men.

It’s the pretty regular lack of real acknowledgment of the implications outside of sex and what the relationship is beyond that.

And I’m a horny dude don’t get me wrong, but I realized what was missing from the fics (for me anyway) was attraction beyond sex.

A good example is @frannyzooey ‘s In the Dark

There’s actually chemistry between the reader and Ezra, there’s mutual enjoyment of things outside of breaking each other’s bed frames, the fear of getting caught is also tinged with the fear of real loss, because they do really enjoy each other’s company.

Anyway I’m rambling, and here’s more of it as I couldn’t sleep and was feeling a way.

Joel Miller x younger!Reader (about 20ish years) no outbreak, really calling it a TLOU fic feels a bit off but he’s who I was thinking about when I wrote it. Also it was like 4am, and seeing as I feel asleep with the notes app open, there’s gonna be some mistakes and clunky writing.

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You can’t keep doing this.

You look into your own eyes as the realization hits you, the humidity of the shower fogging up the streak you’d just wiped away.

You can’t keep doing this.

But you can’t have a breakdown here, in the shower of a man twice your age with a daughter you could’ve easily gone to elementary school with.

Your stomach rolls, and saliva fills your mouth. You’re going to be sick.

Somehow, you hold it back, at least long enough to get dressed, but when it won’t stay down you flush the toilet as you hurl, hoping he won’t ask questions as you leave.

You breathe in, hold it, and let it out in a stream, before opening the en suite door and rushing out of the bedroom.

He’s in the kitchen, and he tries to say something as you rush past, but you just wave him off, muttering something vague about needing to leave, not even putting on your shoes properly as you rush out of the front door and down the street to where you parked.

You’ve been terrified to park in front of his house, terrified to get caught, terrified of being found out.

Terrified of it being real.

You start the car, thankful for the habit you’d developed of hooking the keys to a belt loop.

A habit you’d picked up from him.

Your stomach twists again, your vision blurs as tears form, and a part of you just wants him to hold you.

A tap against the driver side window makes you jump.

He has your wallet.

Cracking the window open enough for him to slip the fake leather billfold through the crack isn’t enough, he shakes his head and points down, wanting you to open the window properly.

You shake as you do.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong darlin’? You ran out-!”

A cry breaks from your lips and suddenly you’re sobbing, the loud panicky sort, the kind you can’t pretty up in a few seconds or lie about convincingly.

He doesn’t look scared, he just looks worried, and for some reason that makes this worse.

He walks around the front of the car, and you’re already double checking that the locks are open, more out of habit than really thinking about it.

He fits a bit awkwardly into the passenger seat.

“Now I need to know what’s wrong, cause I can’t leave you alone like this, not in good conscience.”

You hiccup, engaging the parking break for something to do with your hands and excuse a few more seconds of silence.

The words stick in your throat.

“Baby?”

His hand cups your cheek and you flinch, he pulls away, shocked. Shocked and hurt.

“What are we doing?”

His brow furrows, confusion and concern coming off of him in waves.

“What do you mean?”

“What is this?” Your voice cracks, “What are we?” It feels like something is trying to choke you, “What are we doing? Really?”

His mouth opens, but words don’t come out, and you’re fighting your body to keep yourself from hyperventilating.

“I-“

“What do you want, Joel?” Pressure is building like something pushing on your chest, forcing the words out, “What do you want from me?” The question ends with a crack, and it just emphasizes the following silence.

“I— can we talk about his inside?” He points out the window, head tilting in that way that makes the light catch the errant grays.

“No.”

If it doesn’t happen here, it won’t happen at all. You need some sense of control and your car is better than his kitchen.

He sighs, pushing your wallet in what would’ve been an ashtray, before turning to more properly face you.

“What do you want me to say?” This whole thing already feels like it’s falling apart, which hurts, but it’s better that it happen somewhere somewhat private.

“The truth.”

He looks down, eyes flicking over the center console and a part of you wants to take it back, take it all back and return to where you were not even twenty minutes ago.

“I don’t know.”

“At all?”

“Not-“ he sighs, turning to look out the windshield, “it’s complicated.”

“No shit.”

He huffs in something that sounds like amusement, and even on the verge of a panic attack you can’t help but crack a small smile.

“You make me happy,” he presses a point between his thumb and forefinger, “and that’s all I’ve really been thinking about.”

“Really?” You can’t believe it, because you know he’s a worrier.

“Been putting everything else on the back burner, it was easier.”

You sink a bit into your seat, most of the tension moving to the back of your neck.

“We can’t keep doing it like this.”

He sighs, “No, we shouldn’t.”

You both sit in the car, silent as you consider what to do now.

He suddenly speaks up, “Made French toast.”

Your stomach rumbles in interest, “With the little maple bacon bits?”

He laughs like that was a stupid question, “is there another way to make it?”

You giggle, sniffing as the sound cracks in your throat.

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This is where I fell asleep, and honestly I don’t think I could write anymore for this, cause it’s bringing up a lot of feelings I don’t wanna deal with rn.

#joel miller #archive-of-note #joel miller the last of us #age gap fic

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