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sharkbait77 · 2 hours ago
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Banner by me! (Which does give you little clues to the story 🤭) *pictures found on Pinterest
The Sun Sets With You
Ezra Prospect x f!Reader
A Pioneer Age AU
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Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.
Rating: M (due to the context of the story throughout)
Warnings: Feelings of desolation/despondency/depression (it won’t last long, I promise), death of a parent mentioned throughout (a constant theme, pls be aware), grief, angst, age old sexism, unsolicited advances, general fluff, as of this moment, I have no smut chapter planned. Sorry! But oh well lol (will add warnings to each chapter)
A/N: Okay okay okay! I wasn’t expecting to say anything about this for a while but I’ve kinda hyped some people up about it & I don’t want it to die so here we go lol so this AU idea slapped me in the face one day out of the blue. I knew I wanted to do a pioneer age AU with one of the boys & the more I thought about it, the more I felt a strong pull towards Ezra.
I tried to fight it bc there are some amazing Ezra AUs right now and idk, I didn’t want it to seem like I was jumping that bandwagon as well (silly, I know), but I just couldn’t help myself. The time period, the wordplay, the scenes I was imagining in my head all revolved around Ezra. So I hope it’s okay, I hope you don’t mind, but most of all, I hope I do Ezra justice.
He is such a difficult character to write for, & it truly threw me for a loop trying to get his elocution down, but I’m so proud of myself for pushing through & facing the challenge. I reread his scenes multiple times, watched Prospect over & over, & I still don't think it’s perfect, but I didn’t want to make myself go crazy either lol but not only that, I also completely switched up my own writing for the time period of this story which was so fun to do.
I did as much research as I could for this, tabs upon tabs open to learn more about this era (I did not even do this in high school lol) but my little disclaimer is that it might not all be historically accurate, but I hope I got enough of the basics down for you to get a feel of the times.
Also a quick note I’m making because we don’t actually know his last name in the movie, I decided to keep it as Prospect bc I found out that it was actually a last name in the late 1800s, which is when this story is set, & it was unique at the time, and it all fits the characterization of our dear Ezra & I just thought it was funny how that worked out.
This story will not be for everyone, as you can see the warnings above, those will be recurring themes throughout. Some chapters more than others, which I will properly disclose in each one. I, myself, know the pain of losing close loved ones and a lot of how Reader feels is what I pulled inspiration from myself for, so this story is very personal for me.
I’m rambling because I’m nervous as fuck & I'm not sure how it will be received, & mine definitely won’t be as great as everyone else’s, but I’m so proud of myself so I’m gonna post it anyway and I just hope people enjoy it too. I’m attaching the same taglist I’ve had on my other fics (plus more that specified interest in this particular story), so please let me know if you’d like to be removed & anyone else that sees this, let me know if you’d like to be on it ♥️
Coming soon!
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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 hours ago
First and last for the writing asks, please!
Hello!! Hope you're having a lovely night! Thank you for sending these in- they both come from Part Ten of Point of No Return:
FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project:
We can’t keep breaking the rules like this.
It was a horrible first thought to have upon waking wrapped up in him.
LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project:
Fuck, Ezra, I wish you would have let me help you carry that.
She ran her fingertips over the black circles inked between the thumb and pointer finger of his left hand, pressing down as she felt his lips brush her hairline.
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arduadastra · 4 hours ago
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The Pedro Boys soundtrack project
✨PART ONE OF MY FOLLOWER MILESTONE CELEBRATION ✨
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Hello to all you wonderful people!
I hit a follower milestone and honestly, I cannot believe how many of you are out there and reblogging and liking my mix of mental despair and thirsty thots so I want to give back to you guys (because you're amazing) whilst also being creative in a new way!
I'm listening to a lot of music at the moment and thought 'I wonder if I can link any of these songs to the Pedro Boys I write for' and weirdly - I can??
I would LOVE it if you guys have a go at sending me one or more of the boys to my ask box with a situation or a mood and I'll find a song I think would fit.
I'll add them all to a master list and it can be like a little group project/playlist!
TO START US OFF: Below I have done the general song I listen to and who I immediately think of when it's playing. This was hard and I could easily have more so if you have your own, send them in too and I'll add them! I'm gonna try and do a new one once a week for a while so keep an eye out and send in yours in the meantime!
OR just send me a message about why you like/dislike my choices. I love chatting about this kind of stuff 💖
The boys I'll be doing this for are: Din, Javi, Frankie, Ezra, Oberyn, Max P and Whiskey and I hope you'll enjoy this part one of my celebrations!
Onwards to their general 'vibe' song below!
JAVIER PENA
Song: All these things that I've done - The Killers
Lyric/s: "You know you gotta help me out. Don't you put me on the back burner" "I got soul but I'm not a soldier."
Reason: Javi wants to be in the middle of everything, and this song works particularly well end of season 2/the beginning of season 3 when he is quite literally put out of the action and he hates it. The second lyric speaks to who I see Javi is, tough guy on the outside but inside he's an emotional guy, he just got good at hiding it.
EZRA
Song: Work Song - Hozier
Lyric/s: "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." "My baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done."
Reason: This song is very connected with Ezra's inner thoughts. He's determined as a person, had to be to survive on the green that long but that also means he has a twisted moral compass. He's done shit, said it himself, "You're a killer. I am." yet when he finds someone, they won't care for his past. Only who he is now and the majority of this song is praise for the singer's partner and the metaphors used are VERY Ezra.
DIN DJARIN
Song: Peace - Taylor Swift
Lyric/s: "But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me." "Your integrity makes me seem small."
Reason: NOW HEAR ME OUT. This song, while I know some people will hate on it being Taylor, is genuinely brilliant. It's very Din, very "I'm a bad person who's done terrible things and I don't understand love conventionally but I will die for you in a heartbeat. I can only give you me and I hope that's enough." AND WHAT IS MORE DJARIN THAN THAT OK !!!
OBERYN MARTELL
Song: Sunflower (Remix) - Post Malone
Lyric/s: "You'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya." "Pero se me olvida cuando te veo desnudándote."
Reason: OK this was the trickiest, Oberyn has such independent energy no song can capture him but this particular version of sunflower is pretty damn close. If he had a second paramour, they would 1000% be called sunflower and the whole song is a clash between lust, sex and love and not fully realising that last one until the end. Oberyn is a very intimate and passionate person but does he fall in love easily? Absolutely not.
FRANKIE MORALES
Song: If I go, I'm going - Gregory Alan Isakov.
Lyric/s: "This house, she's holding secrets." "And I will go if you ask me to. I will stay if you dare." "The photographs, know I'm a liar. They just laugh as I burn her down."
Reason: The entire song. The house is a huge metaphor for the mental state of the person singing, and how they feel in their own body. Comparing memories to a house burning, leaving easily but then daring someone to love them. It's a gorgeous song and I see Frankie in it wholly with his struggles with what he was and who he is now - if you haven't heard it please listen to it ASAP.
MAX PHILLIPS
Song: Use Somebody - Kings of Leon
Lyric/s: "I've been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see." "Countless lovers under cover of the street. "You know that I could use somebody."
Reason: The entire song is very Max in the film, one man above all else not caring who gets caught in the crossfire. I think if Max had actual character development though, he would be a very lonely person and he would realise he needs someone there with him, would need that anchor to reality. ((I have many thoughts on Max P))
WHISKEY
Song: Save a horse, ride a cowboy - Big & Rich
Lyric/s: "I make a lot of noise because the girls are so pretty." "But her evaluation, of my cowboy reputation, had me begging for salvation."
Reason: First lyric, pretty self-explanatory for what Jack puts out into the world. His bravado, cocky smiles and ladies man persona is what he wants you to think he is, but that second lyric (weirdly sentimental for this song) hints at Jack's past, and hopeful future - that domesticity and willingness to settle down for the right woman but still be the same ol' Jack.
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honeymandos · 5 hours ago
Oh god do you have any Modern! Ezra headcannons? Like what he'd be just living round an apartment with his SO and not having to SURVIVE all the time 🥺👉👈 he's too cute 🏵️
Modern!Ezra is still just as rough around the edges; he may not have had to endure the trauma of the Green, but he has a difficult past of his own
He’s an author and writes novels for a living. He isn’t incredibly successful or famous, but he enjoys what he does.
When he’s low on money, he picks up a few shifts at the local book shop.
That’s where he meets you
The first thing he notices is your taste in books, of course; how could he not notice you picking up nearly all of his favorites? He starts a friendly conversation, and before you know it, you’ve hit it off
He’s hesitant when you ask him out to coffee, but he’s never met someone he naturally falls into line with as well as you. How could he possibly say no?
Your relationship builds up slowly, but after a few years, he truly feels like he can trust you with anything, which is a big feat for him
You live together in a small apartment, with a mangy cat you adopted off the corner of the street and the plants you have in your living space
Ezra’s very clean, so you can count on your home always being tidy and organized. You help, of course, but he genuinely enjoys the organizational aspect and you let him do it
He’s a pretty good cook, too. It seems it’s every weekend that Ezra is cooking up a new dish, his eyes squinting at his tablet as he mimics the recipe he found
Your life is peaceful, to say the least. It’s domestic, and it’s everything he’s secretly dreamed of despite swearing he never wanted it
He proposes to you later in your relationship, after a good amount of years together. The wedding is small and private, but it’s filled with contentment and love. He’s never been happier in his life
A year or so after that, you adopt your only child, Cee. She’s older than you two had originally planned to adopt, but she fit right into your family unit perfectly, all smiles and stories and music.
You constantly wonder how you got so lucky as to have a family like this; you may be an oddball combination of personalities, and all eccentric in your own right, but you’d trade it for nothing else.
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slut4pedro · 21 hours ago
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This is just a ramble about how my brain is currently working with the process of starting to publish more fanfiction and honestly to make me feel better lol
I have like many ideas for many more fics. I want to do chapters for some and some just stand alone ones like my first one.
Basically, all day, everyday, im daydreaming about stuff I want to write down. (No it isn’t healthy, but it’s how I ✨cope✨.) I don’t know if they are good or not, so I’m going to try to write little like plot points or a detailed summary to get feedback for my ideas.
I often affiliate songs with fics. Like I’ll hear a song that I really like and will either try and write a whole fic around it or just involve it in it. It’s kind of annoying, tbh. I have a note just dedicated to like fic ideas and songs that I want to incorporate in.
Also! Another really difficult thing is I have this whole Javier Peña x f!reader idea that has been running through my mind and I haven’t seen one episode of Narcos. Literally all I know about the show is from fics that I’ve read. My boyfriend actually wants to watch the show with me (which probably is a bad idea considering I know some of the scenes that go on in that and he knows my love for Pedro Pascal soooo….) but we haven’t gotten around to it.
I had this WHOLE other idea for the Max Phillips story before I watched Bloodsucking Bastards where I wrote that the character despised Evan and Tim but turns out I loved their characters and I didn’t want to go that route so I scratched the whole idea.
I feel that it would be best if I watched Narcos first before even thinking about starting it. It won’t be a script type deal because those are rather tedious to write. I still just want to grasp the characters directly from the show itself.
BUT with that being said, my two comfort movies are Triple Frontier and Prospect, so I don’t see a problem there. I have a few ideas for a Frankie Morales x f!Reader and vague ideas for a Ezra one. I also am fully caught up with The Mandalorian and I have some ideas there too. I have an idea for a Dio Morrissey one. I haven’t watched the full episode BUT being that he is only in one episode, I don’t think it would be there difficult. Same with Marcus Moreno (love a good dilf) IF I ever write one (listen, we aren’t going to get into my feelings about the movie. I literally only watched for Pedro 😂).
I just am so excited to start writing fanfics. I used to a few years ago and just kind of fell out of it and it feels pretty good to get back in the game. I want to thank you for reading this! Whether you just skimmed, read it all in full, or anything in between. I want to put out quality content and do my very best so other people can basically enjoy what goes on in my head! 💕
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cinewhore · 21 hours ago
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when the ice melts - the thing AU
pairing: Ezra x Fem!reader
warning: idk..horror. guns. aliens. you get it.
a/n: finally watched the thing for the upcoming episode of my podcast and yeah I might've planned a fic during the middle of it lol. this probably won't be a whole series but maybe a bunch of mini pics or something. anyways...enjoy!
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You have no idea why your brain only allows you to function in the late hours of the night but you accept it, cramming all of your work into a four hour window.
To be honest, you were hesitant to accept this job, weary of being stuck on an isolated snowy planet, hundreds of miles away from the nearest camp. The pay was good, you were didn't have to spend any credits on anything, and it got you off of central - where a few folks were poking around, inquiring about you and your buildup of debt.
What could you say? School was fucking expensive and the money had to come from somewhere.
You check to make sure your door was closed, grabbing your paper work to spread it out across your desk. Flipping the on switch to your music player, Mötley Crüe's "Kickstart My Heart" blares from the three speakers you managed to hook up in the top corners of your room. Stuffing your pencil between your teeth, the familiar bite marks indented in the wood welcoming you home, you got to work neatly transcribing the hasty notes you took earlier that day.
It had been an a normal day of nothing, so it seemed. You bantered with Morris about the trajectory of the research project, kicked Cee's ass in ping pong, discovered a frozen species and fought with Ezra.
Ezra.
You bite down harder around the chewed up writing utensil, remembering the conversation you had with him.
. . . . . .
"Birdie, I don't understand why you getting your little panties up in a bunch. This is history! This is a huge discovery, isn't this what you wanted?"
"No, Ezra! I wanted a discovery, sure. But this? This is not what I signed up for. We need to put that thing back where we found it."
You turn your back on him, using this moment to storm away when he caught you off guard.
"It's such a shame that you aren't jumping on this opportunity. You're wasting your potential. Or what's left of it, anyway."
You freeze, shoulders hunched up like someone was squeezing on your neck. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to bait you into agreeing with him. It had worked at first, it's what led you into his bed the third night of the trip.
But this? It was too personal, this was all you had. When the trip is over, when you eventually part ways, your studies was all that was left. And you were not going to let him strip that from you.
You whip around, stomping up to him, jabbing a finger in his chest.
"Fuck. You. I'm not some washed up prospector looking for a quick buck. My work actually matters."
With that, you walk away. The light in Ezra's eyes dim a bit as he watches you.
. . . . . . .
You crank up the music louder in an effort to drown out your thoughts about the rugged man, rocking your head to the music. A bang comes from your door and you ignore it, focusing intensely on some chicken scratch you were trying to decipher. The banging is constant and you're sure it's either Rowan or Jack coming to complain about the music. Fuckin' prudes.
You turn it down a few notches, shuffling over to the door of your room. You swing it open, fully expecting to come face to face with some angry crew members but there's no one there.
Stepping out into the hallway, you can't help the slight shiver that goes down your spine as you take in the atmosphere. It was quiet, too quiet. Eerie. Your brow furrows as you huff, padding back to your room when a hand clamps over your mouth and an arm wraps around your middle, dragging you into a darkened part of the corridor. You yelp and thrash until a voice shushes you.
"Be still, birdie." Ezra snips, his quickened heartbeat pounding against your back.
You listen as your playlist skips to the next song - "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tommy James & The Shondells flow out from your room and into the halls.
Heavy footsteps echo throughout the hall and your eyes widen at what creeps through.
"Sweet Kevva.." Ezra breathes as Alana, your research partner, wanders into your room, dressed only in long t-shirt and underwear. Unusual for her character but not alarming.
"Ezra, let go." you whine, body shrugging to get out of his grip.
Ezra narrows his eyes, stalking up to your room door with caution. As he reaches for the door handle, you feel a warm hand grasp your shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin.
Belting out a scream, you stumble backward and hold a hand over your heart. Alana looks at you and Ezra, confusion etched all over her face.
"What are you doing? Turn that damn music down, I'm trying to sleep. If you two want to fuck at least play something good. "
You open your mouth a few times, shaking your head in disbelief. "How are you..but we just..I-"
Ezra pushes the door back to your room.
It's empty.
tagging u lovely people: @pettyprocrastination @rae-gar-targaryen @lestrange2703 @alexisinorbit @artsymaddie
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nicolethered · 22 hours ago
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Homage to that other Space DILF, Ezra
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A Notice regarding Caves!
I just wanted to come on here to apologize and explain why I’ve taken down my Ezra x OFC story Caves. It was brought to my attention that my plot and dialogue was dangerously similar to another wonderful soulmates au fanfic for Ezra, and by doing so I’ve done the author an extreme disservice.
She sent me a message and we’ve already discussed it and I needed to take responsibility for my mistake and fix it. I really appreciate that she reached out to me so I could hold myself accountable in this situation. It’s incredibly important to me so I can grow as a person and a writer. She was incredibly professional and kind about it and I’m glad we were able to talk candidly about it.
I wasn’t observant or cognizant of my taking uncredited inspiration from Forget Me Not by the incredible @krissology and she is owed SO MUCH love and recognition for all of her amazing story. So, please, if you haven’t checked it out yet, I urge you to read it and I’ll link it here so you can get right on it.
So Caves has been taken down until further notice so I can properly rework it into something more original and that I can happily call my own.
I truly do apologize for any hurt I’ve caused and I hope you will enjoy the stories I’ve got planned. But until then, I hope you all are doing well and have a great rest of your week!!
-Stevie
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Songs & Characters Pedro Pascal
Ceremonials / Florence + The Machine
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Part 3 of this adventure! Part 1 here and part 2 here if you want to check them out. Only one more part after this, for Florence + The Machine albums anyway.
Lyrics and their characters below the cut!
Only If For A Night / Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, Ezra, Din Djarin
Whiskey / And I had a dream About my old school And she was there all pink and gold and glittering I threw my arms around her legs Came to weeping (Came to weeping) Came to weeping (Came to weeping)
And I heard your voice As clear as day And you told me I should concentrate It was all so strange And it's so surreal That a ghost should be so practical Only if for a night
Ezra / My doe, my dear, my darling Tell me what all this sighing's about Tell me what all this sighing's about
And I heard your voice As clear as day And you told me I should concentrate It was all so strange And it's so surreal That a ghost should be so practical Only if for a night
Din Djarin / And the only solution was to stand and fight And my body was bruised and I was set alight But you came over me like some holy rite And although I was burning, you're the only light Only if for a night
Shake It Out / Javier Peña, Maxwell Lord, Frankie Morales
Javier Peña /  And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues strong It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind I can never leave the past behind I can see no way, I can see no way I'm always dragging that horse around
Maxwell Lord / Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play 'Cause I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart 'Cause I like to keep my issues strong It's always darkest before the dawn  
Frankie Morales / And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa
I tried to dance with the devil on your back And given half the chance would I take any of it back It's a final mess but it's left me so empty It's always darkest before the dawn (Oh whoa, oh whoa)
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat 'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me Looking for heaven, for the devil in me Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
What The Water Gave Me / Max Phillips and Javier Peña
Max Phillips / Time it took us To where the water was That's what the water gave me And time goes quicker Between the two of us Oh, my love, don't forsake me Take what the water gave me 
'Cause they took your loved ones But returned them in exchange for you But would you have it any other way? Would you have it any other way? You could have it any other way
'Cause she's a cruel mistress And the bargain must be made But oh, my love, don't forget me When I let the water take me
Javier Peña / And oh, poor Atlas The world's a beast of a burden You've been holding on a long time And all this longing And the ships are left to rust That's what the water gave us
So lay me down Let the only sound Be the overflow Pockets full of stones Lay me down Let the only sound Be the overflow
Never Let Me Go / Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Pero Tovar
Frankie Morales / Looking up from underneath Fractured moonlight on the sea Reflections still look the same to me As before I went under
And it's peaceful in the deep 'Cause either way you cannot breathe No need to pray, no need to speak Now I am under
Oh, and it's breaking over me A thousand miles out to the sea bed Found the place to rest my head
Din Djarin / Though the pressure's hard to take It's the only way I can escape It seems a heavy choice to make But now I am under, oh
And it's breaking over me A thousand miles down to the sea bed I found the place to rest my head
(Never let me go, never let me go Never let me go, never let me go)
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me (So cold and so sweet) And all this devotion was rushing out of me And the questions I have for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean deliver me
Pero Tovar / In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold And all this devotion, well, I never knew at all And the questions I have for a sinner released In the arms of the ocean deliver me
And it's over I'm going under But I'm not giving up I'm just giving in
Breaking Down / Frankie Morales and Maxwell Lord
Frankie Morales /  All alone it was always there you see And even on my own It was always standing next to me I can see it coming from the edge of the room Creeping in the streetlight holding my hand in the pale gloom Can you see it coming now?
All alone on the edge of sleep My old familiar friend Comes and lies down next to me And I can see it coming from the edge of the room Smiling in the streetlight even with my eyes shut tight I still see it coming now
Maxwell Lord / All alone even when I was a child I've always known there was something to be frightened of I can see it coming from the edge of the room Creeping in the streetlight holding my hand in the pale gloom Can you see it coming now?
Ah-ah, ah-ah I think I'm breaking down again Ah-ah, ah-ah I think I'm breaking down
Lover To Lover  / Javier Peña and Oberyn Martell
Oberyn Martell / I've been losin' sleep I've been keepin' myself awake I've been wandering the streets For days and days and days
Going from road to road Bed to bed Lover to lover And black to red But I believe I believe
There's no salvation for me now No space among the clouds And I feel I'm heading down But that's alright That's alright
Javier Peña / And I've been taking chances I've been setting myself up for the fall And I've been keeping secrets From my heart and from my soul
Going from road to road Bed to bed Lover to lover And black to red But I believe I believe
There's no salvation for me now No space among the clouds And I feel I'm heading down But that's alright That's alright That's alright That's alright
No Light, No Light / Marcus Pike, Din Djarin , Ezra
Marcus Pike / You want a revelation You want to get it right And it's a conversation I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation Some kind of resolution You are the revelation
But would you leave me If I told you what I've done And would you leave me If I told you what I've become
'Cause it's so easy To sing it to a crowd But it's so hard, my love To say it to you, all alone
Din Djarin / And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light (No light) Tell me what you want me to say
Through the crowded islands crying out at me In your place there were a thousand other faces I was disappearing in plain sight Heaven help me I need to make it right
Ezra / You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in between What I thought and what I said
You are the night-time fear You are the morning when it's clear When it's over your start You're my head, you're my heart
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can choose what stays and what fades away
Seven Devils / Literally all of them. Every single one of them fits this song in one way or another.
Heartlines / Marcus Moreno, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike
Marcus Moreno / Just keep following The heartlines on your hand Just keep following The heartlines on your hand Keep it up, I know you can Just keep following The heartlines on your hand 'cause I am
Whiskey / On the sea, on the sea and land over land Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand Still I follow heartlines on your hand
This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone Echoes of a city that's long overgrown Your heart is the only place that I call home Can I be returned, you can You can, we can
Frankie Morales / Oh the river, oh the river, it's running free And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me But I know it'll have to drown me Before it can breathe easy
And I've seen it in the flights of birds I've seen it in you the entrails of the animals The blood running through, but in order to get to the heart I think sometimes you'll have to cut through, but you can't
Marcus Pike / Just keep following The heartlines on your hand Just keep following The heartlines on your hand Keep it up, I know you can Just keep following The heartlines on your hand
What a thing to do Oh-woah-oh what a thing to choose But know, in some way I'm there with you Up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon
Spectrum / Ezra, Din Djarin, Max Phillips
Ezra / When we first came here We were cold and we were clear With no colors in our skin We were light and paper thin
And when we first came here We were cold and we were clear With no colors in our skin 'Til we let the spectrum in
Din Djarin / And when we come for you We'll be dressed up all in blue With the ocean in our arms Kiss your eyes and kiss your palms
And when it's time to pray We'll be dressed up all in grey With metal on our tongues And silver in our lungs
Max Phillips / And when we come back we'll be dressed in black And you'll scream my name aloud And we won't eat and we won't sleep We'll drag bodies from a ground
So say my name And every colour illuminates And we are shining And we'll never be afraid again
All This And Heaven Too / Ezra, Marcus Pike, Din Djarin
Ezra / And the heart is hard to translate It has a language of it's own It talks in tongues and quiet sighs And prayers and proclamations in the grand days Of great men and the smallest of gestures In short shallow gasps
No, words are a language It doesn't deserve such treatment And all my stumbling phrases Never amounted to anything worth this feeling All this heaven never could describe Such a feeling as I'm healing, words were never so useful So I was screaming out a language That I never knew existed before
Marcus Pike / But with all my education I can't seem to commend it And the words are all escaping me And coming back all damaged And I would put them back in poetry If I only knew how, I can't seem to understand it
And I would give all this and heaven too I would give it all if only for a moment That I could just understand The meaning of the word you see 'Cause I've been scrawling it forever But it never makes sense to me at all
Din Djarin / And it talks to me in tiptoes And sings to me inside It cries out in the darkest night And breaks in the morning light
Leave My Body / Dave York and Ezra
Dave York / I don't need a husband, don't need no wife And don't need the day, I don't need the night And I don't need the birds let them fly away And I don't want the crowds, they never seem to stay
I'm gonna leave my body (Moving up to higher ground) I'm gonna lose my mind (History keeps pulling me down) Said I'm gonna leave my body (Moving up to higher ground) I'm gonna lose my, lose my mind (History keeps pulling me, pulling me down)
Ezra / I'm gonna be released from behind these lies And I don't care whether I live or die And I'm losing blood, I'm gonna leave my bones And I don't want your heart it leaves me cold
I don't want your future I don't need your past One bright moment Is all I ask
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alwritey-aphrodite · a day ago
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Ghosthunter Ezra?
Thoughts? Has anyone done this? Would anyone be interested?
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pascalpanic · a day ago
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the best road trip songs to sing with each boy:
Frankie: American Pie by Don McClean
Marcus Pike: Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Buble
Javier: Signed, Sealed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder
Maxwell Lord: Do You Believe in Magic by The Lovin’ Spoonful
Marcus Moreno: Hey Soul Sister by Train
Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey: Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by Big n Rich
Oberyn: Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash
Ezra: Rap God by Eminem
Max Philips: Greased Lightning
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imaginarydesires · a day ago
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Pedro Pascal
Character Preferences
Kinks ♡
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, elements of BDSM,
Notes: gender-neutral! I hope you heathens enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3
❥ Dave York
Sadism. After a long day of work, he loves to take his anger out on you - and he loves how much you want him to take his anger out on you. He'll lay you over his lap and make you count how many spanks you get. He doesn't stop until you're bruised. Then he'll fuck you until you have tears streaming down your face. He loves the next day, too, when you send him texts complaining about how hard it is to sit down.
❥ Din Djarin
Cockwarming. He spent most of his life touch-starved, so he loves to have as much contact with you as possible. And what makes you closer to someone than literally being inside of them?
Breeding. This is the Way. The thought of you pregnant with his child is almost enough to make him cum right there and then. It's well known Mandalorian's are expected to pass down the Way of Mandalore - and that's what he thinks about every time he fills you with his cum.
❥ Ezra Prospect
Edging & Overstimulation. He loves to take his time with you and worship you the way you deserve to be worshipped. He wants to have complete control over you and be in charge of how many times and when you finish. He'll edge you over and over again until you're a whimpering mess, desperately begging him for release. And then he'll make you cum over and over again until you're crying and begging him to stop. He wants you to feel completely ruined by the time he is done with you. Another reason this is his favorite is because he loves how needy you are when he finishes shattering you. He is the absolute best at aftercare. He'll hydrate you and kiss you sweetly as you cling to his side needing the tender affection.
❥ Frankie “Catfish” Morales
Thigh Riding. When you just straddle him and grind against him until you finish, he is almost as much of a mess as you are. He has to try not to dampen his jeans just from watching you.
Praise. He loves being told how good he is for you. It adds to his motivation and just makes him feel so damn good about himself. He becomes confident and will do anything he can to make you continue to praise him. If you tell him he's big and filling you perfectly, he's trying to find another position to stretch you even more. If you tell him you love his mouth, he's digging his tongue in deeper.
❥ Jack "Whiskey" Daniel
Bondage. Specifically with a lasso, of course. Not his work one because he doesn't want it accidently going electric, but one very similar. He loves tying you up in general, but the reason he wants it to be with a lasso is because he loves the way you stare at his when in public. During missions or at Statesman's meetings, if he pulls out his lasso, he knows you're thinking about your hands being wrapped in it and it drives him crazy. Especially when you awkwardly shift in your seat, rubbing your thighs together to create any amount of friction to help sedate your heat. No one else may know why you're so flustered, but he takes full advantage of your moment of weakness. He'll play with the rope in his hands, kneading it into knots the same way he would if he had your wrists bounded. Everyone may think he's absentmindedly fidgeting, but you know he's thinking the same thoughts you are.
Whip. For the exact same reason as the lasso, except with the whip he also loves to watch you struggle to maintain composure as you sit on your sore ass the next day.
❥ Javier Peña
Biting. It's like a natural instinct to him. When he's fucking you, he just wants to bite into you and leave little love marks anywhere he can. He loves the way you naturally expose your neck to him and how your instantly moan more when he bites down on you.
He's really not that kinky - sorry
❥ Marcus Moreno
DDLG. He is well past just a simple daddy kink. He wants to be called daddy all of the time. He loves to call you his little girl/boy. He wants to take care of you. He loves when you ask him for things with your little puppy dog eyes, or when you get obnoxiously needy for him and practically beg him to touch you. And don't even get me started on how much he loves when you wear thigh-high socks and a short skirt.
❥ Max Phillips
Biting. An obvious one perhaps, but the feeling of feeding while finishing is a completely different level of orgasmic, for both parties involved. If you consent, you'll have bite marks everywhere by the time he is finished with you.
Blood. Another obvious. He loves the way you look when your skin is stained crimson, especially knowing he is the cause of it. (And I'm not going into details but... period blood. That's all I'm saying.)
Primal. He assumed it was a side effect of becoming a vampire - a literal predator - but he loves primal play. He loves when you try to run or hide from him because he knows he'll find you, and when he does, you're his for the taking. "Baby, I know you're here. I can hear your heart beat. Fuck -- I can smell your arousal, you dirty little slut. I'm going to find you, and when I do, I'm going to taste you in every sense of the word."
❥ Maxwell Lord
Voyeurism / Exhibitionism. Fucking on his desk? Sign him the fuck up. Letting everyone in the room over listen to your pretty moans as he fucks you into oblivion? Sign him the fuck up. He wants people to know you're his, and he wants people to know you are getting fucked good. When there's people around, he's rougher, faster, harder - he's anything that will make you scream out his name. He even loves making you wear toys in public that he controls so he can watch you try to contain your orgasms.
Sadism. Spanking is his favorite past time. There are days he'll look for things he can punish you for, just so he can bend you over his desk and strike your ass until it's bright red. He loves you being completely at his will, eagerly awaiting the next hit. He'll make your ass nice and sore and then spend the rest of the day gently rubbing it at any chance he gets.
❥ Oberyn Martell
Voyeurism / Exhibitionism. He is very open with his sexuality, and he loves when you are, too. If you sit in his lap and kiss his neck while he's busy, he will lose his fucking mind. Especially if you ignore the stares of others while you tease him. If you straddle him and ride his thigh, not caring about other eyes on you as you whisper in his ear how badly you need him. You are guaranteed an immediate reaction, and you are guaranteed to cum multiple times. He also loves watching you with others, specifically Ellaria. He is perfectly content sitting in the corner of the room stroking himself while you and Ellaria fuck.
Pegging / Bottoming. The hardest you had ever seen him cum was when you and Ellaria decided to top him. He was a whining, begging mess, and he loved every second of it.
❥ Pero Tovar
Degradation. He's rough - physically and with his tongue. He is calling you every name in the book as he pounds into you. You are usually his "little whore" or "filthy slut" - but once he can see tears well in your eyes, he'll be sweeter - praising and degrading you at the same time. "You take my cock so well, hermosa. You're my good whore, aren't you? So fucking desperate for me like a perfect little slut."
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dornish-queen · a day ago
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CUSTOM Ezra On The Green Bracelet with Ezra name. Made with Australian Chrysoprase and Red Tigereye.
Australian Chrysoprase Properties– Well-known for its promotion of growth, love, and forgiveness.  Beneficial for anyone going through times of change or growth.  This stone is linked to the heart chakra, to balance your energy there for love and kindness.  Also helps to unlock the solar plexus chakra, which is the source of our personal will. With that, anything can be possible.
Red Tigereye Properties– a stone of passion and stimulation. It is a motivational stone that will rekindle passion for creative projects, or when you lack momentum in your life.  Connected to your root, sacral, and solar plexus chakras, which will help you stay grounded. Encourages self-awareness and self-healing.
Custom Made Request for @a-trial-run-on-paper
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scribbledghost · 2 days ago
Hey! I really really love your writing!! Today something awkward happened and it gave me a headcanon idea and I need someone to please write it cause it could be pretty funny.
How would the boys react to ✨accidental✨ touching? You know, like when you go for a handshake but the other person goes for a hug and now bOOM UR HAND IS ON THEIR CROTCH. Or you don’t see someone’s hand and you sIT ON IT. Or accidentally tOUCH SOMEONE’S BOOB. Who would laugh about it? Who would be mortified?
Note: thank you! Sorry this took me so long, I just struggled coming up with a proper answer lol. This still isn’t much but it’s all I can do at the moment.
Apologizes but also laughs about it:
MAX PHILLIPS (he doesn’t even apologize let’s be real here)
Ezra
Oberyn Martell
Agent Whiskey
Is mortified:
Din Djarin
Frankie “Catfish” Morales
Marcus Pike
Marcus Moreno
Casually apologizes and doesn’t think much of it:
Javier Peña
Pero Tovar
Maxwell Lord
Dave York
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foli-vora · 2 days ago
MASSIVE CONGRATS ON 1K !!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳
I would absolutely love some Ezra smut. "Washing the other's body" with a fem!reader.
Thankyou, you angel!
Weeeeow thank you, angel! And thank you for your request, hope you enjoy! ❤️ (also, this was much longer than I originally anticipated so I’m sorry about that!)
#34—washing the others body
Pairing: Ezra x f!reader
Warning: smut 18+ ONLY, a loving handjob—it’s what he deserves. Poor boy. Very stressed. Needs love.
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You don’t let the shadow hanging over his features dampen your surprise, or the overwhelming joy coursing through your body, when his familiar form greets you after your door slides open at your command. He’s wrapped in your arms before he even inhales to speak.
“Ezra, is it really you? Gods, I’ve missed you—”
The words choke his throat. He’s missed you, too. More than you’ll ever know. For once, for one blessed, cursed moment in his life, he’s rendered completely speechless. The vast knowledge of words that he relies on daily seem to vanish on him.
And then the moment he’s been dreading the entire journey here is upon him. He feels you stiffen, feels the way you shift to look at his arm, or lack thereof. Your hand is by no means harsh in its actions, but he still flinches when your palm meets his shoulder. Bile fills his throat when you rip your hand away.
Here it is. He knew it was coming, the moment he had screamed about in his dreams. The moment where repulsion would fill your eyes and he’d feel his heart shatter—
“I’m hungry.”
He wants to roll his eyes, wants to curse out the wonderful, irritating presence of his new found friend and her interesting timing. Her face shows nothing but boredom when he turns to frown at her, but her lips twitch upwards in a somewhat shy little greeting when your eyes roll to find her standing behind him, two packs tossed over her shoulders.
He speaks then, voice hoarse from the tears threatening to build and spill down his cheeks the longer you remain quiet in your shock? Disgust? He dare not think about it. “This is Cee.”
She holds a hand up, waving it once almost sarcastically, but he knew her. She was merely uncomfortable. Understandable seeing as he dragged her to the steps of a complete stranger.
Her action, small as it was, snaps you from wherever you had been lost, and immediately you’re stepping aside, quick to wave them both in.
It’s his home—he remembers the books he stacked meticulously on the shelves, remembers your sweet voice echoing along to the music that used to fill the space... so why does he feel like an intruder? Cee has no problems adjusting to the new space, and he wonders if it’s because it’s been so long since she was somewhere resembling an actual home.
She breezes along the walls, eyes soaking up the many titles scrawled across faded spines, asks questions about every little trinket she finds, she even makes you laugh... and all the while, there he stands, lost and drowning with the wonder of if you were actually going to look at him ever again.
Cee eats, and eats, and eats, and then promptly passes out across your couch mid-sentence, much to your amusement. Your face is gentle, soft, as you tuck a blanket around her exhausted frame, and then your eyes are on him. He feels the way his body responds, the way his heart quickens despite the time that had passed without seeing you.
“I... I’ve ran you a bath, if... if that’s something you’re interested in.”
He swallows, nodding his thanks. “Much obliged, sweet star.”
You practically bloom at the familiar name, and only then does he dare to let the small flicker of hope in his chest grow. Perhaps it’s not all lost. Though he knows where to go, with the layout of his old home still fresh in his mind even though it had been many cycles since he had stepped through it, he lets you lead him, content to study the small changes he could see on you as you walk ahead of him.
“Do you... do you need help?”
He didn’t, of course. He had been stubborn in his way of learning how to work without his dominant arm, tricks to eat, dress and undress, work—he could do it all now, the horrors of the Green now a distant memory with the time that had passed. But he wants you to stay, wants to bask in your comforting aura and let himself feel that vulnerability he had all but ignored upon leaving that hellhole.
“If you’re comfortable—”
You’re moving before he can even finish. He doesn’t deserve it, the way you move so kindly, carefully, fingers so delicate as you help him remove the clothes heavy from travel. You even help him into the tub, despite him being quite able to do so himself. Your hands keep steady and supportive, one on his arm and one holding just beneath the crease of his armpit.
He knows he can tell you he’s quite capable, but your touch, those sweet fingers... pure heaven, after everything he had endured. He unashamedly relishes in it.
“Will you stay?”
He fears it may be too much to ask you to join him, a part of him desperate, ravenous, to gaze upon your nude form and find all the little changes that had morphed you over time since he had last had you spread out and at his mercy—you’d still be utter perfection... so he settles on keeping you close, within arms reach. A piece of familiar comfort to calm the raging storm of thoughts.
“May I?” You ask quietly, holding a soapy cloth.
It’s not pity that has you asking, not doubt that he’s able to wash himself efficiently without his dominant hand, it’s affection. He sees it, shining so prettily in your eyes that, for another cursed moment, words fail him yet again.
“Is this okay?”
His eyes close in bliss the second he feels the soft fabric meet his skin. It’s delightful. You can’t help the smile that twists your lips when you finally see the furrow between his brows melt away. Though his skin wasn’t dirty, you take time ensuring to gently scrub every bit you go over with the washcloth.
He feels you falter when you move down his arm, careful to not hurt or disturb the wound, despite it being long healed. You see the frown start to return, and rush to chase it away.
“It’s okay. We’ll talk about it when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere, Ezra.”
A chuckle leaves his lips with an exhale. “The consolation your dear words bring me, sweet star, is much more than a man of my standing deserves.”
“Oh hush. None of that here.”
“I’ve longed to hear your voice.” He murmurs, head rolling along the edge of the tub to look at you. “It took so long, I—I agonised over the mere thought of forgetting it.”
“You’re here now.” You smile, tenderly reaching out and letting your fingers run softly along the curved scar on his cheek.
You return to your work, and try as he might, he’s only a man. His body responds to your every little touch with a starved hunger, drowning in the distantly familiar feel of your hands and the way they seem to make his insides burn.
The choked gasp that leaves him when the tips of your fingers run curiously along his hard cock is desperate and starved, the feel of your touch tracing along a vein from root to tip before taking him delicately in your hand has the stars he’s travelled through exploding behind his lids.
“Is this okay?” It’s merely a whisper, and it licks along the shell of his ear and settles low in his gut. You’re so close, and his face turns automatically to find yours, eyes wide and searching as they meet yours.
“Sweet star, please don’t bare any pressure to—”
“I want to.” You nuzzle into the wet hand that leaves the water to cradle your cheek, kissing the calloused palm of his hand softly as you start to move your own, studying the way his face pinches, his mouth falling open with an unsteady exhale.
“Is this okay?” You ask again, tightening your grip around him and twisting your hand, lips twitching as his hips jolt in the water. His head falls back onto the rim of the tub as he moans quietly, scarred chest arching towards the ceiling.
“I’ve got you, Ezra. You’re safe here.”
Such sweet words, and he believes them with every fibre of his being. Your soft spoken devotion, mixing with the tantalising movement of your hand, has the edge he’s been thirsting for dancing along the bottom of his spine within moments. You draw it out, like the teasing little minx you always were, slowing your touch until he’s babbling nonsense, unable to string a sentence together or make any understandable pleas with a few words.
And then you tear him apart from the inside out with the three little words he had long dreamed about, the words he had had to make peace with never hearing again back on the Green... but there they were, dancing so sweetly in the steamy air—
“I love you.”
You feel him throb heavily in your hands and tighten your grip, jerking his cock deep and slow like he used to love, milking every second of his climax until he’s trembling in the water, his hand slamming and locking around the edge of the tub while he bites at his tongue to keep quiet as he drowns in the overwhelming waves of ecstasy.
You catch the lone tear that falls from his scrunched eyes with a soft press of your lips against his cheek, “I’ve got you.”
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sunnydunnydays · 2 days ago
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Just Another Pretty Piece - art thief! Ezra x museum curator! Fem Reader
Part 3 - The Meeting
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» 18+, NO EXCEPTIONS
» CHAPTER SUMMARY: Ezra goes back to the museum to steal his next piece, but the plan won't turn out exactly as he expected.
» AUTHOR'S NOTE: no y/n. plot takes place post events of prospect. part 3 of 10. if you'd like to be tagged in updates, send me an ask!
» WARNINGS: reader described as a non-human species, talk of being an amputee, mentions of earth no longer existing, criminal stuff, theft/stealing, breaking and entering, weapon/blasters, swearing, adults flirting in adult ways
» WORD COUNT: 2,270
One had to pack right, not just well, when planning to rob a museum. Packing everything was fine, but traveling with it all would be another. Better to have it and not need it, then to need it and not have it. Well, after losing a limb to the Green and almost his human roots to the physical realm, Ezra was all for simply bringing anything that would get him out of a tricky and tight situation; whatever would help him scurry back into the night unmangled.
He stuffed the multi-tool into his backpack - the one that got him through more locked doors than he could count - along with a common med-pack, rope, and a datapad. Simple. It would be just like other heists, he'd like to let himself think, but Ezra was smarter than that. The inevitable always had to be bad, the worst kind of outcome, and then be prepared for that before he left.
The Green had left him scared, more mentally than physically, and although he was able to replace his arm with something more of the robotic type, he hadn't bargained enough gems in the whole cosmos to fix everything that had left his mind to wonder. Ezra knew he needed the help, but this was his life - problem after problem after problem - rise, wash, and repeat.
He wouldn't return to prospecting, not after what had happened. The nightmares still taunted his evenings, as if it wasn't bad enough that he still saw the glimpses of those heretics during the day. It would always be someone who looked too similar to them, passing him by on the street. He'd need a double take. Sometimes there was the occasional being who couldn't take the atmosphere of Faza 7, wearing a helmet just to get around, and his vision went red. No, he couldn't go back to working with others, who'd just abandon him again. To scavenge amongst the worst that life could breed. To drown, without an end goal.
It had taken the seasoned human about two standard months to get used to the new arm, on top of the two in which he questioned if it was even worth it. Maybe he could skirt through the rest of his years without the second appendage? Plenty of other people had, so why not him? Yet, after being discharged from the medical center and finding himself in a small apartment with no one to turn to, it all seemed too much. Not just the arm, though, but the space he occupied.
Cee, bless her soul, had a good head on her shoulders - better than most her age. After everything the universe had thrown in her way in such a short amount of time, she had decided to take her share of the gems and go off to school on a neighboring planet. Orphaned, amongst the stars, Ezra had asked her to stay with him. You don't have to be alone. But the suborn girl had persisted, exclaiming her dreams of more than what her father had given her, and now with the fiances to do it.
She left Ezra in the medbay, off to chart her own course finally, and the man couldn't help but feel adrift once more.
They had kept in touch ever since, though, and Ezra was ever the proud pseudo-older brother type. Cee was smart and wrote well, and she wasn't sure what to do once graduating from her studies, but Ezra knew she'd figure it out. Ever the bright one of the pair.
The dark haired man mused this thought a moment longer before glancing down at the weight in his hand - a blaster. He took it on ever job, whether he knew he'd run into a guard bot or late night duty-man; you always needed to have something to protect yourself with. He tossed the weapon in and zipped the his pack up, sure to grip the material in his fists like a vice, contemplating. Another night of work - which was fine, considering it would pay for the roof over his head a little longer and feed him something besides ration bars and dehydrated who-knows-what. Fresh, good nutrition, stars, how he had missed it while prospecting for weeks, if not months on end. It was the little privileges of plotting and thieving now. He could stay in the city, had to stay here to be connected to art and valuable ceramics and potential customers.
Ever the over-talkative yet severed emotionally type, Ezra had found it hard to make his way through the ranks of the crime world here on Faza 7. This was definitely an understatement, considering he couldn't even get himself through the metaphorical front fucking door. The species here were very similar to humans - their outwardly appearance misleading, their organs were identical, if not for the advantages of better evolutionary functions, and even Ezra would admit this, their attitudes were a lot better than humans were.
But they knew when to be closed off, to protect their own, when there was a snake within the tall grass. Ezra was a snake, and the crime profiteers of Faza 7 had recognized it immediately when he made his footfalls on the planet about a year ago. They didn't much like humans; considering the track record of war and famine and the end times. The lone man couldn't blame them. Even criminals had their boundaries. It was fine, though, who needs partners anyways.
Ezra rubbed the dip on his mechanical wrist. The artificial bone had rubbed raw against the wall the last time he had been to this museum in particular, and he'd lost some of his spandex like skin, exposing the dark, metal workings underneath. That was the last time he'd rush down his retractable ladder. Maybe after this job he could afford to fix it. Perhaps is he bothered.
The night was cold, but thankfully with no rain, and as Ezra stepped out into the streets of the lower end, he couldn't help but think of this one time he'd been stuck prospecting on a planet that was just as chilly and damp. The air smelled of moisture and wet, polished metal from all the buildings. His slated jaw tensed at the lack of heat. His figure was clothed, including some form-fitting spandex underneath, allowing him to stay warm. It was his usual under clothes from prospecting, and one of the only physical items he kept from those hard years. Everything else was mental.
At this time in the evening, the clock was going to strike a new day soon, and few people littered the streets and sidewalks as Ezra made his way to the museum.
The Colors Of Beyond was one of the more easier locks Ezra had ever had to break during his times. He noted that the locks were new now, but certainty just as flimsy and easy enough to hack as the last set. Or maybe he was just too smart for the simple locks and security keypads of these city people.
If anything, he was finally back again, a casual stride in his steps as Ezra cleared the halls and rounded the corners. He might as well have been there in broad daylight, a patron among the masses. Casing the building before his first theft here, had given Ezra all the knowledge he needed to know where he was going. As if he lived here. He was nothing if not thorough now.
He nodded his head in acknowledgment to a plaque on a wall - the Blue Room. Back again. His client wanted a similar piece, so similar that it was housed in the same hall as the first.
His long stride ignited the overhead lights, causing them to blink on all cohesively, illuminating the deep, almost green tinted shade of blue on all four walls. Silent, enough to hear a pin drop, or the soft tapping of heel and toe on the man's boots as he cruised over to the painting he was here for.
"The Monk By The Sea" - which Ezra found to be an ironic name, considering the canvas was mostly taken up by the brush strokes of a dark and stormy looking sky. It was massive in depth and color, even though the figure of the monk was rather small in comparison to the rest of its dimensions. But it was grand and detailed and what the client wanted.
As Ezra stood before it, letting his eyes shutter close in this moment, he swore he smelled the sharp and tangy sent of the salty sea. The waves crashed within his memory, crested against the cage of his mind. They were beautiful and stormy and not able to be contained.
And once more, the waves of his mind were pulled back into the sea, to swirl and recycle, and Ezra was left alone, again.
The backpack was shrugged from his shoulders, smacking to the floor with a heaviness. Ezra gandered one more look to the grim seascape before kneeling down to his pack to search for his tools. The small drill, of course, for what was most likely screws in the back of the frame. Thankfully this painting was at eye level, and he wouldn't need to reach up -
"Stop," you command, a tone that is both serious and amused. Your mystery burglar had actually come back.
The metal of the blaster in your hand was cool, but your palms were running warm with the fast pumping of hot blood.
Ezra peered up from behind his prominent brow and dark lashes, blinking as if he would close his eyes a second too long, you may disappear. His mouth parted in a look of bemusement and utter chaotic enjoyment. Never had he ever had someone with the muster to pull something like this off before.
"Hands up, asshole. You aren't too scary on your knees."
Ezra mused from his chest, his smirk only etching deeper across his beautiful but battled face. He tsked at you. "Darling... shinning star... I am anything but multifaceted, especially on my knees."
Your face mashed up at his response, "Quite the tongue on you."
"Oh, my dear sweet thing, you have absolutely no idea what this tongue can do."
You gasped aloud. If he was closer to you and not in this compromising position, you would have slapped him across that face of stone. "I'm calling the authorities, so save the theatrics for whoever cuffs you."
"Come now, are we really going to engage in such horrid and dismissive affairs? We have only just met, and you have left me with so many questions in need of answers."
"Don't care. Sit the hell back and don't try anything stupid. Your joy ride is over, alright." Your words were firm, full of serious intention, but Ezra took it all with the smallest grain of table salt.
"I understand your side of this, starlight, honest I do - "
"Do not call me that."
"Pardon?"
"The little pet names are endearing and all, but it won't get you out of me getting you arrested right now." Steps were being made backwards by you, cautious to watch him and keep the active end of your weapon pointed right at the man. You weren't much for weaponry - in fact, Eva had loaned this to you just in case anything went awry. Well, you guessed everything was going fine right now.
Ezra matched your actions with his own, rising from the floor to slowly edge his way up into an almost standing position. The entire time, the cocksure grin never left his plush lips.
"Down - I said down," you barked to him.
"Now, now, I think we can make something out of this that will be agreeable for both parties, don't you think?"
"Absolutely not," you scoff, still gliding your way backwards towards the large doorway to the hallway. "I will shoot."
"I'm sure you would, starlight," Ezra taunted, but to be truthful to himself, he was impressed at a curator holding her own. "The fact of the matter is - "
His drawl was cut off in a second, the sound of almost a loud snap ricocheting off of the walls and so deafening, you swear it bounced around your ear canals some. You snapped your eyes shut in response; you didn't want to, but the noise had startled you. When you realized the blaster was no longer in your hand, your sight snapped back to the physical reality in front of you. Your hands were empty, leaving a lingering grey soot of the blaster's energy that had slashed so close to your flesh. The blaster had skittered to the floor, feet from you, but it was all too late.
You gawked to the shooter - the burglar, the man, that human - who stood tall and lean, his arm extended out like it was a regular firefight, his own handheld weapon sealed within his massive grip.
The audacity of him to chuckle at this moment made you fume, but as he began to slowly stride over, closing the space between you and him, heat suddenly turned to chills. His frame was broad compared to yours, with an intimidating aura to match.
As he spoke once more, nothing prepared you for how his easy honey voice became deep and full of weight. "As I was saying, the fact of the matter is, starlight, is that I have a delivery to make. And you have just made yourself free for use."
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juletheghoul · 2 days ago
Congratulations on your 500 followers! I'm not surprised that you've reached this milestone because your writing is superb! If you're feeling inspired, can I request #24 on the touching list with Ezra?
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Thanks so much, means a lot - truly 🥺
24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin - Ezra
(I set this in the Mysticus universe - established relationship)
Pairing: Ezra x F!reader
Warnings: none - fluff
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It was freezing out.
The fall air was whipping around as you took the dog out for a walk, making sure she did her business before turning in for the night.
Ezra had volunteered but he’d been driving for hours and you could feel how tired he was. You took her out in the little courtyard of the motel you’d stopped at, the moon was bright and aside from the cold it was lovely out. Being in the car so much meant treasuring any time spent walking around, stretching your legs.
You imagined Ezra back in the room, taking a hot shower. Brushing his teeth and putting his soft pjs on. You could almost see him squinting his eyes at his paperback. Still wanting to read a few pages despite how tired he was and you couldn’t help but laugh when you walked back into the room to see him doing just that.
“What’s so funny Birdie?” He didn’t look up.
“Oh nothing, you’re just predictable is all.” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you changed into your own pjs, making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. He watched you.
“Am I now? Should I strive to be more spontaneous?” He spoke to you through the open bathroom door.
“No, I like you predictable.” You spoke through a mouth full of toothpaste. You finished quickly and quickly got into bed with him so he could wrap himself around you like he usually did.
“How much do you like me then Birdie?” He pulled you closer to him, with him you could never get close enough.
“I really like you.” You breathed it out, sighing the words as he kissed up the column of your neck.
“Show me.” He whispered it into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, causing your heart to race and your body to weep for him.
You turned to show him.
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absurdthirst · 2 days ago
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Weekly Writing Round Up: June 6th - 12th
Fics:
Finding Family {Frankie Morales x F!Reader} co-written
Beautiful Day for Rainbows {Ezra x F!Reader}
Headcanons:
When You Don’t Want Sex During Your Period
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