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bowievanfleet · 2 years

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little wing / jake kiszka- day 1- sunday

playlist!!! (will be updated w each chapter)

pairing- jake kiszka x musician!reader, oc x sammy, oc x oc

warnings- none for this chapter :)

wc- 2.2k

a/n- this is basically kind of a prologue :)) the real plot will start to happen during the weekdays. i strongly strongly recommend listening to each song that pops up in the fic especially because this whole thing is really centered around music dkjhfkdjhfk. i wanted to make a fic that was very close to me and my relationship with music and i hope you guys enjoy it as well.

also!!! this is heavily inspired by a fic called "new tune" (i can't find or remember the author). the events in the actual story are different but i took a lot of inspiration from that fic :)

ANYWAYS enough of me fucking rambling heres the chapter!!!!

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desert.

it was the only thing you could see for miles ahead of you, and it's the only thing you wanted to see for the next 7 days.

you scanned the landscape, studying the beautiful cactuses and bushes that littered the sandy ground. you walked over to a nearby cactus, carefully ripping one of the blooms off of it and sticking it behind your ear. you turned around to your bandmates, grinning stupidly at yourself.

“flower!” you exclaimed, pointing at the pink bloom in your hair. they all rolled their eyes playfully at your childlike giddiness, following one by one off of the tour bus.

selene was first, the incredible bassist. she was your rock, your ride or die, your “if you’ll do it, i’ll do it.”

you had dated once in high school before you decided that if you were going to start a band, it might not be the best idea to be in a long term relationship. the music industry didn’t need another fleetwood mac situation. the bond never lessened though, so you two are as close as you can be without actually being in a relationship.

then ollie and ezra, which you say as a unit because they basically are.

the band's keyboardist and drummer respectively, ollie and ezra have been in a relationship for 5 years going strong and they’re the glue that essentially keeps the band together. everybody always looks at them and swoons, and you can't blame them.

they were the epitome of what a healthy relationship is and oftentimes you found yourself slightly jealous of what the two had. nevertheless, they were basically the fathers of the group, making sure you and seline don’t get into anything stupid while still making sure a good time is had. your heart held so much love for them.

and then you, lead guitar and vocals. you can’t really say anything interesting about yourself like the other band members, except, you love music. all music.

you love jimi hendrix and janis joplin, the beatles and queen, abba, pink floyd, and zeppelin.

you love nirvana and alice in chains, foo fighters (which you were optimally excited to see at the festival this week), red hot chili peppers and everything in between.

you love folk, van morrison and john denver, jeff buckley, and simon and garfunkel.

you love music. that’s the only reason why you're here. it is your sole purpose for living. it’s the foundation for everything in your life, so obviously, you started a band.

it always seemed like the only option. ever since you were 10, you knew it was what you were going to do and you didn’t even think about pursuing another profession. this is what you were made to do, and so here you are, in the middle of the utah desert, doing it.

the band stretched out all their limbs, and immediately seline set up her bluetooth speaker to get some vibes going.

you almost floated away into the sky when you heard the opening chords to ‘mary jane’s last dance.’ it was just one of those times where the perfect song for the perfect moment shows up. it perfectly embodied the feelings that were running through you.

you immediately took selene’s hand and closed your eyes, starting to sway along to tom petty’s raspy voice. she took your hands too, equally as content with the moment.

ollie and ezra smiled fondly at you two, holding each other’s hand and watching in complete and utter happiness. it was all around you.

as you swayed along and danced with seline, you thought,

if it’s going to be like this for the rest of the week, i never want to leave.

a few hours later, the sun had started to dim under the horizon.

everyone had gotten settled and you had set up a big woven blanket on the sandy ground between your bus and some other band’s.

you perched cross legged on the blanket, your right arm draped over your acoustic.

this was one of your favorite things to do with the band. you would all sit around in a circle and sing along to your guitar, someone throwing out a request after each song ended until everyone eventually got too tired to speak and you would dwindle down to a random picking pattern. you felt like a big group of hippies, but you couldn’t ask for anything better.

“alright folks,” you said, “give me one to start us off.”

“i wanna hear going to california.” ollie immediately blurted, adding, “i wanna hear just you sing it.” you rolled your eyes at his last request but obliged anyway, starting to pick the opening guitar pattern in a slightly higher key to suit your voice.

spend my days with a woman unkind

smoked my stuff and drank

all my wine

everyone started swaying along to your voice, seline smiling fondly at you while ollie and ezra rested their heads against each other's shoulders.

love you thought. this is what love feels like.

made up my mind

to make a new start

going to california

with an aching

in my heart

you thought back to the time you ran away from home with seline to go to california, the both of you so passionate about your dreams that you couldn’t be rooted to that town anymore.

you basically played this song on repeat then. it was there for you. whenever you got rejected by labels, or struggled to find gigs or just people that would listen. it was there. and it was there when you finally met the boys, just what you needed.

someone told me there’s a girl out there

with love in her eyes

and flowers

in her hair

you smiled contentedly as you entered the interlude, moving your fingers and plucking the strings as if it were second nature. the only thing that was running through your head was how grateful you were to be here. as the interlude came to an end you started to sing the next verse,

took my chances on a big jet plane

never let ‘em tell ya that they’re all the same

except you weren’t the only one singing.

usually this wouldn’t be too uncommon, but you’d never heard this voice before.

it was low and dark and smooth, harmonizing with you as your voice raised with the verse.

you whipped around and faltered on your guitar for half a second before regaining your rhythm, and staring surprisingly up at the man in front of you.

he had long brown hair, coming down to just past his shoulders. he wore a button up shirt with only the bottom two buttons actually fastened, with an old-looking silver necklace hanging down his tan chest. he had light wash ripped jeans, and a pair of chelsea boots pressing into the sand.

he gingerly took a seat across from you next to selene, giving you an encouraging look as if to say, keep going.

oh, the sea was red and the sky was gray

i wonder how tomorrow

could ever follow today

your voices blended together like no other person you’d ever sung with, almost like mixing together in a big melting pot of harmonies.

his low and raspy tone somehow going together perfectly with your rich and full vocals. it was corny as hell, but, it was almost like a match made in heaven.

the mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake

children of the sun begin

to wake

as the key darkened to a minor chord, he let you have the next verse to yourself, a verse you always loved belting out.

seems like the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose and it’s starting to flow,

i think i might be sinking

throw me a line if i reach it in time

i’ll meet you up there,

where the path runs straight and high

you smiled as you returned back to the light acoustic pattern like before, looking at the man to let him know it was his turn, and he obliged. the lyrics hit you in the chest as he sang with such earnestness and passion.

to find a queen without a king

they say she plays guitar and cries and sings

he sang this with a cheeky smile, looking directly at you.

ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn

tryin’ to find a woman who’s never, never, never been born.

you led into another short interlude, then you slowed down significantly and got a little quieter as you both sang the last verse.

standin’ on a hill in the mountain of dreams

tellin’ myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

you slowed down your picking and played the rhythm one last time as you looked at him.

he seemed mesmerized by how you played, his eyes almost glazed over in a fascination you couldn’t quite place.

you ended with one last strum of the strings, everyone taking in the last of the chords ringing in the warm air.

you broke the silence by chuckling shyly, “that was really good.” you complimented the stranger. “good? you were amazing!” he exclaimed, and you took mental note of how his speaking voice sounded almost even better than his singing voice. you blushed and laughed, not very good at taking compliments. “thanks” you said with a shy smile.

“anyways, do you have a name? i don’t think i’ve ever sang with a stranger before” you added.

he scooted a bit closer to you and held his hand out. “jake.” he said, “jake kiszka.” you smiled at him, before taking his hand, gently shaking it. “y/n” you said, letting go of his hand gently and setting your guitar to the side.

“what band are you in?” ezra inquired, squinting his eyes like he’d seen him before.

“oh, i'm the guitarist for greta van fleet,” he said proudly. now it made sense why he was fascinated with your playing, a fellow guitar player.

ezra gasped in realization, “that's it! that's where i know you from! i’ve listened to some of your songs man, your brother has a gnarly voice.” ezra said, jake nodding in appreciation. “thanks dude. we love doing festivals like this, very therapeutic for all of us” he explained “us too,” selene said with a smile.

you could tell she was getting a good vibe from him, which was pretty good considering seline only truly likes about a handful of people.

“uh, what band are you guys?” jake said curiously. “velvet eyes,” the four of you said in unison, snorting a laugh when you realized. you were all so used to saying it together that it just happened naturally now.

jake’s eyes lit up in recognition. “oh yeah! you're the guys who have that badass stage presence. we really like the way you guys do things up there. i don’t know why i didn’t recognize you!” jake said excitedly. it warmed your heart to know that another band admired what you guys were doing.

“awe, thank you,” you said. “the stage is where we were all meant to be. we really just let loose out there.” you explained with a passionate smile. “i think it’s extraordinary.” jake said, his eyes locking onto yours with a softness you had never been shown before. it almost overwhelmed you, so you looked away.

“oh!” ollie exclaimed suddenly, “since you're a guitarist, maybe you can settle this debate for us.” he said, you immediately let out a groan because you knew exactly what he was talking about: the never-ending stevie ray vaughn vs. jimmy page debate. you were firmly on the jimmy side, having been mesmerized by him since you were little. ollie however, was a stevie ray vaughn fanatic and he would not let it go.

“i may be a little biased but i’m definitely gonna have to go with jimmy.” jake said.

“YES!!” you almost jumped up in the air, finally having someone to take your side.

jake laughed at your excitement while ollie tried desperately to prove his point to the 4 of us.

the next three hours were filled with drinking and talking and music debates, everyone introducing themselves and telling each other things about them that no one else knew. it was a little bubble of trust and safety, safe from the chaos of the world.

throughout the night, you felt yourself drift closer to jake until eventually you gave in to the buzz of the alcohol and rested your head between his crossed legs. no one even questioned it or stopped to address it.

it was like this was how it was meant to be, with everyone gathered around, your head in jake’s lap while his fingers braided your hair and drew patterns on your head. it felt like this is how it always had been.

you found it so hard to think about how you had only met this man a few hours ago.

no. you thought. i’ve known him my whole life.

eventually everyone decided it was time to turn in for the night, jake stating he had to get back to his bus. everyone went inside one by one except for you and jake.

you exchanged phone numbers and instagrams, smiling giddily and looking into each other’s eyes a little longer than necessary.

eventually, he finally turned on his heel with a quiet “goodnight” and walked away, as you watched the back of his shirt fade into the night.

you laid in your bunk that night, restless. the only thing that kept running through your mind was a single name.

jake.

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archive-of-note · 2 years

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Ezra / Reaper!Reader

Not really romance, just a blurb that was rattling in my head the past two days.

The arm removal scene, no real details given.

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“You aren’t what I was expecting.”

You raise an eyebrow, “What were you expecting?”

He’s pale and sweaty, the infection of his arm is obviously killing him.

“At best? Nothing.”

You nod along, death being a complete absence of all things is a common interpretation.

“And at worst?”

He huffs a laugh, and it sounds like it hurts, “The visage of all those I’ve wronged, a final conscious reminder of my mistakes before I suffer in the sulfurous plane of the damned.”

“You speak a lot for someone fighting a moving, necrotising infection.”

He laughs again, “My mind is loud and crowded, I need to make space for my thoughts somehow.”

You chuckle a bit, taking stock of the tent that doesn’t appear to be his, or at least it didn’t start that way.

“Do you look the same to everyone?”

“Hmm?”

“The face you wear, is it the same for every soul you reap, or do you change your looks to fit the circumstance?”

You shrug, because you really don’t know.

“I look how you need me to.”

He huffs another laugh, this one humorless, “Of course, what better salve then temptation?”

You tilt your head in confusion.

He laughs again, “My life to be taken by a creature so breathtaking.”

It’s an odd descriptor, but not unheard of. You’ve been described as bewitching, attractive, a siren for the damned, the list goes on. Rarely has the sentiment been expressed directly to your face.

“You aren’t dead yet, I’m here just in case.”

He makes a confused noise, eyes closed and head tilted back.

“There’s still some wind in your sails, and Free Will means so few things are certain, you might die here, you might not, there is still time for decisions to be made.”

“What are the decisions of a dying man?”

There is a flicker coming this way, frantic and flaring, bursts that steal your attention before almost vanishing back into the brush.

“Who said the decisions were yours alone?”

The spirit fades, taking a turn that leads it away from this tent.

“Time is not one to rush, but indecision means it has a chance to pass you by.”

He looks to you, and you look to the short wave radio in the corner.

“They may kill me.”

“They may not.”

“Why do you wish to see me live?”

This always confuses you, the belief that you sit in wait for their lives to end, licking your chops and counting their breaths.

“All things die, I will visit every single one of you, not now, but eventually. Why rush our meeting?”

He looks at you, then to the radio, then back to you.

“Can,” he swallows, “can you stay?”

“I stay until I am no longer needed.”

That seems to be a satisfactory answer.

He gets the radio working, calling out to the toxic moon, and that flickering light returns.

The light is small, young.

And while you’ve seen everything sentient life has to offer in terms of cruelty, this child’s spirit is strobing, her will to live existing in fits and starts.

Her father’s spirit is still wandering, something compelled you to leave it, let him think he still has any effect on the world around him.

Enough of him feels guilty, so you allow his soul to wonder this verdant hell as it’s purgatory.

The confirmation that his arm needs to be removed scares him, the reality of it finally hitting home.

He shoots himself up and mumbles about a tingly sensation.

His hand clenches repeatedly as the sedative fills the limb.

You grab his hand, and he looks to you terrified, the sedative is old, paralyzing the limb just fine but the nerves still fire.

He talks through it, rambling about his life and his talents and the memories the hand will take with it.

It hits the ground with a pathetic thud.

You don’t need to be here anymore, she cut so far up above the wound that the infection is basically gone in it’s entirety, only minuscule traces remain in his system. Easily taken on by his immune system.

The now dead limb still holds your hand tight.

He looks at the empty space, flexing fingers that are no longer there, squeezing your hand and tapping out a restless nonsense rhythm.

“I need to go, Ezra.”

His breathing stutters as you say his name.

“You’ll live,” you press your lips into a line and tilt your head side to side, “well for now at least.”

A short laugh, almost manic, bursts from his throat.

You squeeze his now phantom hand.

“We’ll meet again, but hopefully not for a long time yet.”

He squeezes your hand in return.

With one last kind look, you vanish.

#ezra (prospect)#prospect #prospect fanfiction #ezra x reader #archive-of-note

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hummingbird-games · 1 year

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this review/gameplay account contains spoilers for An Everyday Love (Ezra’s route) so here’s your first and last chance to run along *shoos you*

SO!

Umm.

Words?? Maybe??

Heart reactions (ramblings): I knew I was going to love this game. I KNEW I Was Going To Fall In Love With Ezra (again). I knew that in the deepest and darkest spaces inside me, this story would resonate. The cozy and cute art style. The grounded, though tough struggles of our main character. The humor and witty parts that made me crack up. Our deep and loving friendship with Amara. The moments that made me look into my imaginary camera in my dining room alone at dark-thirty, eyes wide and incredulous, trying not to disturb my sleeping family, sometimes crying but mostly smiling and so, so, so happy to have made it to play this game.

This game was made with love and care, and you can tell. You can feel it. And all the side characters that appear on Ezra's route were either a joy or a pain lol but welcomed in my gaming experience just the same. (GRACE AND STEPH I LOVE Y'ALL!!!)

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh, and yeah this game was sweet as hell, but I am an adult and I do like to partake in adult things from time to time and what I'm trying to communicate here is that I was there for the sexy scenes....lemme repeat that...I was there for the sex!!! (Love this for all of y'all reading this oh my God 😭😂) Nah but really, the heat + the sweet were present and accounted for and I’m a happy camper LOL!

And the fairytale portion of the story? Cue the sound of my heart breaking because it was so well done. Probably where I shed the most tears, and I was doing so well keeping it together so I could read the words on my screen without obstruction!!

Brain tings (aka the 'review' portion): In recent memory, and by that I mean in the three-ish years I've been actively playing visual novels, I can't name another game that delves into chronic illness and disability centering the main character that’s also in the slice of life romance genre. It's not an experience I can claim, but it is one I have empathy for and believe that reading/seeking out representation of others' experiences is the only way we're gonna get through this life in one piece doing the least amount of harm.

Seriously.

And as someone who deals with from mental illness and will have to deal with it for the rest of her life, it's comforting to be reminded that stories don't have to show this borderline (sometimes over the fence) toxic positivity of dealing with those struggles. Sometimes you feel like shit. Sometimes you push people away. Sometimes you take chances on people and they burn you with the intention to hurt. But sometimes you take chances and they pay off. But you gotta keep going, and if I take anything away from this game, it's that message: Keep. Going.

Retrospective thoughts: I wrote this category out thinking I'd have another concise paragraph in me, but that was a lie. The main thing I wanted to get out was that as someone who discovered she falls on the demisexual/demiromantic spectrum, I've made it my annoying second job to sniff it out in the media I consume. (Spare crumbs?????) And I have a Hunch about a Mr. Ezra Hale. (I related to him more than was healthy is all I want to admit zkfjdhjdhgfjg)

ALSO OH MY GOD HE'S SUCH A CUTE DRUNK I CAAAAAANNNNNNN'TTTTTTTTT

AND WE HAVE A (SOFT) GAMER BOYFRIEND!?!?!!

...ahem, lemme just *places another hashtag*

#SoftBlackMen 😏✌🏽💞

I don't care, I win. I win at life. Otome men have ruined me again for the real thing and I don't care. Am I a little crushed Ezra isn't real? ... NEXT QUESTION!

Another thing, I usually avoid bad endings like the plague (I've got enough bad endings in real life, like wayament 😭✋🏽) so I was lowkey hoping I'd get Ezra's bad ending on accident so I wouldn't have to do it on purpose (#noguidegang) but then I would have made it everyone's problem.

So. Someone was looking out for y'all LOL. But this is a game I will actively replay, so I will be obtaining all the endings and living my best life.

(also part 3, because game dev lives her best life on Twitter as does the rest of the VN community, I will go make some noise on there sometime because she deserves it and I'm nothing if not obnoxious as hell when I want something known)

#gem's game gems #an everyday love #cozy games #visual novel #game recommendations #I shared ONE (1) Ezra CG #now you gotta go and play the game and see the rest 😂

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theclosetedskeleton · 8 months

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heyyy huiiii im agout to go to bed BUT ^_^ before i do go rest i just wanted to remind you that i love you soooosoososoossososo veryvery incredibly much that no amount of words could ever describe. you are my everything and i would be lost without you. you walked into my life and made everything better. youre the reason im able to get myself out of bed in the morning. you deserve everything ever. the stars, sun, moon, universe, galaxy, milky way, all the planets, and more. i would do anything and everything for you if it meant it would make you happy, even if it was just a little bit. everything you do makes me smile real big even if its just as little as saving something to your chnt board. i could literally listen to you ramble all day. even if i had no clue what you were rambling about, id love every second of it. i mean it when i say anything you makes genuinely stuns me in the best fucking way possible. your art is amazing, every bracelet you make is really cool, and your silly images you make always find a way to make me laugh. i have no idea how out of all the fish in the sea, i was able to find you, the most amazing of them all, but im sure as hell not complaining. im so insanely lucky to have you in my life, even when we were only just talking on pinterest. i will always be here for you, no matter what. it doesnt matter what time of day or where i am or what mood im in, if you need me ill be there. and dont you EVER think that youre a burden to me, because you arent and you never ever will be. i will never leave and thats a promise, and if the universe is against me and tries to take me away from you, ill always find a way back. i really hope we last forever. longer than forever, actually. i love and care about you more than any words that exist could describe. and even if the right words did exist, it still wouldnt be enough. youre genuinely the most wonderful person on this earth and i love just being around you. you make me so happy and giddy every single day, even on the days we dont talk. just the mere mention of your name, even if it isnt you, makes me jump for joy. you are so insanely important to me.

i love you ezra <3333/gen/qp

AWWWWHDJSBSNZ !!!!!!!!! <33333333

I LOVE YOUU !!!!! SO SO SO SOOOSOSOS VERRY VERY INCREDIBLY MUCH AS WELL !!!!!!ISTG I CNAT DESCRKBE.THAT ENOUGH !!!!!!!! YOU MAKE ME SOSOSSOSO SO HAPPY JUST BY. THE THOUGHT ABOUT YOU !!!!!!!! EVERYDAY I THINK ABOUT YOU, YOUR IN MY MIND ALL THE TIME <333333!!!!!!! YOY ARE LITERALLY THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, MY EVERYTHING AND I WOULD BE PRACTICALLY LOST WITHOUT YOU !!!!!!! EVERYTHING YOU RELATED AND ANYHTING THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU MAKES ME SMILE !!! FROM THE PERSON IN MY CLASS NAMED RICKY TO CLONE HIGH, THEY ARE ALREADY YOU REFERENCES AND I SMILE BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS REMIND ME OF YOU !!!!!!!!!!YOU ARE THE MOST AMAZING WONDERFUL INCREDIBLE PERSON IVE EVER MET, I WOULDNT TRADE YOU NO MATTER WHAT THE OFFER IS !!!!!!! I WILL LITERALLT GO THROUGH THE MOTHERFUCKING UNIVERSE AND BACK IF IT MEANT I COULD JUST TALK TO YOU !!!!!!!!! I WOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE FOR YOU, ALL IF MEANT IT'D MAKE YOU SMILE !!!!!! I MEAN THAT !!!!!! I WILL ALWAYS AND ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU, NO MATTER WHAT IM DOING, IF YOU NEED ME I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU !!!!! I HOPE WE LAST FOREVER AND EVER AND SOME MORE !!!! AND WHATEVERS LONGER THAN THAT!!!!! YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING. I MEAN THAT. IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE, I DONT KNOW HOW I WAS THIS LUCKY TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE, BUT I GUESS I WON THE LOTTERY ON 1/23/23 <333333

I WOULD GO ON AND ON BUT I FEEL LIKE MY HANDS ARE GONNA START HURTING FRKM TYPING

I LOVE YOU TOO SYDNEY !!!!! <3333333/GEN/QP

#closet rambles again on tumblr

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ezraphobicsoup · 1 month

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i keep responding with “i’ve been worse” when people ask me how i’m doing which raises the question: how bad can i possibly be

#this is so stupid i’m so sorry but it came to me in a revelation #and i can’t not tumblr this thought #remorseful from the depths of my soul though #ezra’s real life rambles

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enderman-ezra · 2 years

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Wow an Introduction Post

So you can know what you’re getting into if you follow.

This is my main blog now but I just use it to talk about Minecraft. I really like Hermitcraft, so that’s what you’ll mainly see me talking about. Sometimes I’ll tell a funny IRL story but it’s mainly just Minecraft content.

Name: Ezra

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 20

No real DNI list, if you’re being bigoted or creepy I’ll just block <3

Favourite Content Creators: GoodtimeswithScar, Ranboo, Joehills, Smajor, Grian, SolidarityGaming, Pearlescentmoon, Slimecicle, and GeminiTay!

This blog is almost completely Minecraft but sometimes I’ll get into an ARG and you might see some puzzle solving posts. I also will make a rare post theorizing on Critical Role. That being said, most of my posts and reblogs are about Empires SMP, Hermitcraft, and the “Life” series. I also tend to make a lot of posts about MCC!

I will often liveblog streams! Those posts will be tagged with “liveblogging” so you can block that tag to avoid spoilers. If I talk about anything IRL or kind of boring it will be tagged with “Ezra rambles”.

If I ever post anything that’s triggering I will tag it! If you want me to include a specific tag so you can block it let me know.

Asks and messages are open! Feel free to pop into my inbox, I love talking with people and hearing about interests or how your day is going! :)

#guys I finally did an intro post are you proud #I realized people don't really know what they are getting into if they follow me so I felt like this would help #sorry if the formatting is weird I'm dumb #flashing lights cw #eyestrain cw #<- that's for the blinkies #Ezra rambles

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h3artf3ltint3nt · 21 days

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Never in his wildest dream had he imagined he'd be killed by his brother in any way. Yes, this isn't really his brother, this is Mingjue's mindless fierce corpse, not knowing the difference between friend or foe. Huaisang hadn't expected the end battle to contain fully as many people present as it did, especially not Kexin, but she had somehow found her way to the Guanyin Temple. She's now trying to stop the bleeding from a fatal wound caused by the man dearest to them both, a man long since dead as well. Huaisang gives her a weak smile. "N-no... u-use..." He is dying. He knows it. She knows it. Everyone there knows it. Huaisang expected to die today. It is all fine. All letters and documents are in order in his work room. Nie Shuchang will become sect leader, being the closest blood relative to Huaisang. "Shi-m-mei... h-help... help... t-tánggē..." Everything is getting colder and number, the colours draining from his vision. "M-make sure... san-ge... dies..." The snake needs to die. He does not deserve to live and Huaisang knows that Kexin will make sure it happens if he survives this battle. "L-love... y-you..." he breathes out, feeling the last of his life running out with the thick crimson blood painting the floor beneath him. It's finally over. Now, Nie Huaisang gets to rest.

(no meme, just Ezra being EVIL T-T )

"A-Sang!" she cries out the moment the hit lands. Mingjue's corpse seems to hesitate for a split second, before he turns on Guangyao again. Meanwhile, Wanyin makes an attempt to grab her arm to keep her from running into the danger, but he's injured and she's determined, so the attempt fails. The moment she gets to Huaisang, she kneels beside, immediately tearing off a square of her robe to press to the wound. "It's okay. You'll be okay. I'll stop the bleeding and get healers-" she rambles, despite her vision already becoming blurry from unshed tears. Then he speaks, and his voice is so weak and she can no longer deny that she won't be able to save him. "No. No. Please. You can't-I can't-" is as far as she gets before she can't hold back her tears any longer. They fall in a never ending stream as she tries to focus on his words

At his urge for her to help Shuchang she can only give a barely there nod, too consumed by grief already to properly acknowledge such a thing. His next request garners far more attention. Make sure San-ge dies...he killed Dà-gē and the resentment that had consumed him and caused Huaisang's injury was because of that. "I will. I promise," she says, her voice barely audible. When he says love you, a part of her wants to scream out 'then don't leave me' but it would do no good. "L-love you," she manages to choke out with a sob. The moment he draws his last breath she holds him close to her, as he had Dà-gē all those years ago, and heaving sobs rack her body.

When Mingjue had died, Huaisang had been a tether, the only thing keeping her from letting her emotions completely take over. She had to comfort and be there for him, so she couldn't lose it. But now, there wasn't that tether. She didn't know how long it was but suddenly her grief transformed into a blinding white rage that she had never felt before, urged on by Xin Yi's echo of his words in her mind "make sure… san-ge… dies…". Die. Kill. Who could really blame her? Losing the person she cared about most, after a rough couple of days for all of them. A time in which she hadn't the time to meditate or balance out her qi with her fan. She still practiced saber cultivation, after all and angry outbursts were common for those that practiced it. Perhaps she was on the verge of a qi deviation for real at the moment, but she simply couldn't bring herself to care if she was. She gently moves him off her lap, grasps Xin Yi's hilt and stands, a dark look that was practically foreign to her face outside of Sunshot crossing her features and makes her way towards him.

"Jin Guangyao," she says, far too calmly. "This. All of this, is because of you. You took them both from me," she says, her voice still eerily calm. That is until she lunges at him with a shout of "Why should you get to keep breathing?!" Unfortunately, Xichen is able to apprehend her, though not before she manages to get a slash in. Then someone is pulling her away and taking Xin Yi from her hands. When they let go she starts sobbing again. At some point in the scuffle, she had cut her hand, which she only notices when she goes to wipe at her tears. Fresh blood, and they're only blocking her from getting to Guangyao. Not blocking her from the coffin. That's how she could keep her promise.

Making a show of forcing herself to stand on shaky legs, reaching out to the coffin to assist her, she places her cut hand right atop the seals that Wei Wuxian made on it. She plays it even further by screaming and dropping back to the ground as Mingjue's corpse breaks free, immediately lunging for Guangyao. She crawls back over towards Huaisang. The suddenness made it rather impossible for anything to be done before Guangyao is in Mingjue's grasp. Her promise complete. When Xichen turns to her, she's crying. "It was an accident. I-I didn't know there was blood on my hand. And before that when I- I was just so angry and hurt and I couldn't stop myself I didn't mean-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Er-ge," she sobs, bringing her knees to her chest and continuing to sob into them. And she notes that the majority of it isn't a ruse. She was genuinely conflicted. But in the end, that promise to Huaisang and the need for Dà-gē to be avenged overcame that conflict enough for her to make the decision she did. Even if it was likely a decision that would haunt her for however long she decides to stay alive.

#cuckoo among beasts #long post #cw: death #cw: blood #//um I think I got possessed a bit there #//but anyways YOU ARE EVIL!#//I CRIED LIKE 3 TIMES WHILE WRITING THIS #//MY HEART

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vuigardarling · 2 years

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i love how australia has literally six actresses/actors

#like i’m watching secret life of us and i’m realizing one of the main guys was in eden #i’m like wait i know this man #he’s fuckinf ezra katz that’s why #idk why that’s the one that made my brain want to say this #i forgot maggie kirkpatrick was in eden too like australia is not real is it #no omg she PLAYED HIS MOM #leeanna walsman was in that too wait #AAAAA #crazy absolutely bonkers #jocelyn rambles

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ohnopoe · 3 years

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Hiya there!!!! Could i maybe please have some headcanons about the characters you write for being in love with a very domestic/ cottagecore/ disney-princess-loving sweet girl who works at a daycare (with babies) ?

Im sorry if that didnt make much sense im french but i love your writing!!! Have an amazing day!! 😊

Your patience is extraordinary. I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m additionally sorry that I couldn’t provide more characters for this. Between it beginning to feel repetitive and just having a mental block on it, which has been practically consuming my ability to write, I’m afraid I was only able to give you five characters, but hopefully the accidental mini stories they turned into makes up for that!

Under the cut you will find headcanons or miniature fics tbh for Din Djarin, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Javier Peña and Poe Dameron

Din Djarin

Looking after Grogu is Din’s priority. So, when he sees his adoptive son clinging to your leg after he leaves him at the small daycare on Nevarro, utterly enraptured in your every movement as you finish putting away the colourful pencils the children had been playing with, well, he’s intrigued.

When Grogu is reluctant to leave the planet, putting on a fuss as he flies away, well, he’s fascinated.

Plenty of people got along with the little green baby, and it seemed people fell for his big bug eyes everywhere they went. But he hadn’t seen the child so enraptured before… It was almost the same kind of adoration he seemed to throw towards Din.

Weeks pass before he’s landing back in Nevarro, ready to take on another job, and he’s almost forgotten about you. But the way Grogu perks up at the familiar surroundings is an instant reminder.

He hadn’t even intended to leave the kid at the daycare this time, it was only meant to be a short trip after all, but who could say ‘no’ to those pleading eyes?

The day’s half over when he knocks on the door. Children of all species are spread about the room, and there’s an air of chaos to the scene, but as you meet his gaze through that vizor that keeps him shielded from the rest of the room, he finally understands the absolute sense of calm you exude.

He’s frozen.

Your smile cuts through him, it’s gentle and soft and reassuring and everything he didn’t know he’d been missing for so many years now.

He stutters, genuinely stutters when he hands Grogu over, asking if he can spend the rest of the day with the other children. And if you notice, well, you’re not about to mention it just yet.

He’s making more trips to Nevarro, even he refuses to acknowledge why. The kid needs to socialise more, jobs from Karga are smarter, it’s good to keep in contact with the Cara, to know what the rebellion is up to… Excuses seem to pile up upon one another. Of course it couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that every time he sees your smile directed at him, every time he watches the way you play with Grogu, the world seems a little lighter.

A dangerous mission is what changes things.

He knows it’ll bring good credits, and provide more safety for the kid in the long run, but bringing him along for the ride is too risky, and it’s exactly what the enemy would be expecting. So he asks if you’ll look after him, just for a few days.

Of course, you’re more than happy to take the little green menace, but it’s the way you tell him to be careful, the way he can almost see genuine worry in your gaze as you utter words of care that he’s so damn unused to that has him struck once more.

The sight of you there, looking at him with such a gentle look, with his kid in your arms, well, it distracts him more than he’d care to admit.

So when he comes back to Nevarro, to your house of all things, he’s a little worse for wear, and he’s certainly not expecting the way you usher him in, or the way you look after him. Suddenly, leaving Nevarro at all seems like the stupidest decision possible, when you’re there in your humble house that still screams home more than anything he can remember.

He stays for days, you’re insistent that he heal properly and take the time to rest before he goes rushing back into the universe. And it’s the most relaxed he’s ever felt.

Ezra

After his time in The Green, Ezra is certain of one thing, he’s had enough of that damn colour.

There’s only so long you can spend surrounded by shades of green before it starts to haunt you, and even the most poetic of people lose any sense of beauty they once found in it.

But then there was you.

You, who lived a life so far removed from what he had experienced, that the flowery poetics seemed to just flow from him once more.

His insecurities after losing his arm seemed to lessen in your presence, caught up in the whirlwind that was you.

Laughter and joy seemed to fill the days, and sometimes he’d even help you with your work simply to enjoy the bubble of joy you seemed to exude, to embrace every moment of happiness that he was lucky enough to experience.

Colours seemed brighter, and filled with a range he had only hoped to see, when you were around. And those poems he had loved so dearly were not just a distant dream, they were tangible and real.

Softness and beauty coloured his days once more, and his heart was full.

Even green seemed more beautiful now.

Frankie Morales

In all honesty? He’s terrified. You’re his daughter’s daycare worker and it doesn’t matter that you make him smile, make those damn butterflies fill his chest in a way he hasn’t felt since he was an awkward teenager. It doesn’t matter that your smile is so damn captivating that it has him smiling goofily to himself the whole damn drive to work after he drops his daughter off with you.

It doesn’t matter because it can’t. He won’t interfere with your work and he certainly won’t be that creep who asks you out when you look after his daughter, no, nope, absolutely not.

But then, a year later, and his daughter is off to preschool, and yeah, ok, he’s a bit of a wreck as he shops for school supplies, but suddenly you’re there. It hasn’t been long at all, and yet he can’t help but think how much he has missed that smile.

It’s so much harder to explain to his little girl that, despite the chance encounter, you won’t be a part of her life anymore, especially when she’s so darn excited to see you, and so he stumbles, he struggles and glances to you for help and, well, the help you give has him even more lost for words.

You suggest lunch, on the first weekend after she’s started school. Just Frankie, her and you, all meeting at a park where his daughter can tell you all about ‘big school’.

He’s silent so long that you worry you’ve overstepped, and just as you’re about to ramble off some excuse in a desperate attempt to backtrack, he offers you the most beaming smile you’ve ever seen.

Well, your not so little crush was doomed, and so was your heart. But after lunch that soon turned into a weekly affair, you soon came to realise, your heart was in very safe hands.

Javier Peña

I’m not going to lie, at first Javier is skeptical to say the least. He’s seen chaos and pain and suffering for so long, that seeing someone so damn gentle? Yeah, he’s wondering what your game is. But then it becomes something else, it becomes a fascination. You seem sincere in your softness, and he finds himself smiling back at you in an instant, before he can even question it.

So, skepticism turns to curiosity. Are you just naive to the horrors of the world? Are you really that sheltered that you believe what the fairytales told you the world would be? He has to know, even if he’s cursing himself the whole damn way.

He’s spending more time with you to figure you out, that’s what he tells himself. Of course, it’s obvious to everyone else the change that you bring. His shoulders are less tense, he’s not bitting people’s heads off at work, hell, he’s smiling more.

It’s different to what he’s used to. It’s softer, and slower, and he’s reluctant as hell, but things just seem to happen.

You’re at his place as often as your own. You’re sharing movies with him that he’s never even considered seeing before, you’re sharing your lives with one another, and there hasn’t been a single date so far.

You’re everything he’s fighting to protect, before he can even acknowledge his own feelings for you. But as oblivious as Javier can be to these things, you’re not. You know the stories, the tales of love that seemed to pass him by. You’re patient as he navigates his way through his feelings.

It’s a random moment in time, really. You’re on his couch, talking about the children you work with, it’s just another day. But it’s everything to him. It’s the moment he realises you’re his all, that being right there, in that moment, listening to you talk about children you clearly adore, children that aren’t even your own, it’s all he’s ever needed, and all he ever wants.

The progression from that odd friendship to something more is surprisingly smooth.

Of course, he’s bound to stumble along the way, it’s so far from what he’s used to that he’s terrified half the time of stuffing up to a point of no return. But it’s genuine, it’s real, and you can both simply be yourselves; even if he does tease you a little about the ‘childish’ decor that starts to fill the apartment when you finally move in.

Poe Dameron

It was an accident, the first time Poe quite literally ran into you. BB-8 assured him that it would be faster to get to his ship through the path he had never ventured before as he rushed to fly out for a sudden mission, and he was right. What the little droid had failed to mention, however, was that said path ran directly through the resistance’s schooling area.

It was a small group of rooms, with few children of resistance members actually living on base, but it was something so downright shocking that it had him stumbling in shock as he glanced about at the colourful finger paintings and bright array of plants that he didn’t even notice the way the group of preschoolers stared up at him in awe, or, for that matter, the fact that you were standing before him... until you weren’t. The force of his sprint landed you on the floor with nothing but a surprised “ooft!” coming from your lips, and an echoing round of shocked and anxious gasps from your students.

After an awkward round of apologising, and continuing to call out long after he had checked you were alright and helped you up, he was off, making his way once more, the sound of “sorry!” fading away as he drifted further down the corridors.

One chance meeting suddenly turned into more. It seemed wherever he turned, there you were. Grabbing a late meal at the same time, having your med-checks one after the other… it was as if fate itself had decided the two of you simply had to interact.

You filled his mind, someone so normal amongst the chaos of war. And while he may not have realised it, he began to seek you out.

Chatting with your kids about flying, bringing back interesting plants he saw on his adventures, there was always a reason to see you, after-all, Poe Dameron was the King of Excuses.

But you brought him a sense of hope and home, something he had missed for far too long, and he wasn’t about to give that up anytime soon.

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halfpricedfics · 2 years

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Supernova

Warning: NSFW, A/B/O, pining idiots, fem reader, mentions of pregnancy

The way the meteor shower sparkled in the pollen that fell around him, the sharp gasp of his inhale when he caught sight of the aurora dancing above you, the stunned silence that echoed in the biting cold, the aching need in your chest that threatened to swallow you whole, it was all so overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill over as you watched him unclip the satchel slung across his chest with practiced ease and drop gracelessly into a snowdrift. He looked over at you with his crooked, roguish grin and patted the snow under the crook of his arm in a gesture of welcome.

The easy camaraderie he held with you was a poison blade between your ribs. Every honey- sweet compliment that dripped from his gorgeous lips, every casual passing of his hand across your shoulders or down your arm, every act of vulnerability so at odds with everything you’d ever known about alpha’s… it was so hard to breathe. You had it bad and he knew, right? It’s not like you’d made any real valiant effort to hide it.

You hesitated a beat too long and it caused a furrow in his brow that you resisted the urge to smooth away with a press of your lips as you acquiesced. His arm gathered you into his side and you visibly winced at the smell of him, not that he appeared to notice. Your suppressors did a miracle job of keeping your heats at bay, making life outside the safety net of civil society far less perilous, but even modern medicine has its limits. The two of you were biologically compatible and being so close to him had your nerve endings singing. Even without the complication of your schoolgirl crush, the proximity was intoxicating. You couldn’t help but pause to admire the way the aurora and flashes of spacerocks burning through the atmosphere backlit his profile in a stunning silhouette. He was a living work of art. The wild cast of his hair, the elegant curve of his nose, proud cheekbones and a gorgeous jawline accented by rosebud lips that begged for a kiss even as they rambled into madness.

He was rambling now, actually, exalting you with trivia about the lunar cycles of this planet and the rarity of such a cosmic event at this point in its cycle. His husky voice held a tension beneath that you couldn’t translate. As much as Ezra talked, he still managed to remain such an enigma at times. Simultaneously so vulnerable and yet so guarded, like a semi- domesticated feral cat. Whatever he said must have been laced with innuendo because he grinned down at you with boyish mischief that made you want to tug on his blonde patch and poke his dimple. Instead you just beamed up at him conspiratorially and tried not to react when he pulled you even closer into his side. Even through your thick coats you could feel his warmth, ever a living furnace. The two of you laid like that for a long time, just listening to him regale you with fanciful half truths, before the two of you agreed that it was best to set up camp before you managed to fall asleep in the snow and catch your death.

You helped Ezra erect his tent first, a feat he still struggled with in the absence of his other arm. Once he seemed set for the night, you set about constructing your own. In theory, the lining of the tent was filled with a bio agent that used exothermic bacteria to insulate the occupants. Unfortunately, you had somehow managed to puncture the lining of your tent. Without that layer of protection, the tent was essentially useless in protecting you from the elements. Your Omega instincts briefly had you considering asking the Alpha for help, but you quickly dismissed the notion. The deafening silence of the snowy terrain carried his pillow- soft snores to you and you were loathe to disturb his well- earned rest. Besides, earning respect in an Alpha- dominated field as an Omega had cost you nearly everything along the way. You weren’t about to let childish notions of romance and poorly suppressed hormones destroy everything you’d worked so hard for. Instead, you decided to layer all of your clothes and suck it up for the night. Despite the cold, you managed to fall asleep and dreamed about kissing the crinkles around Ezra’s eyes that made your heart ache every time he laughed.

It must have been several hours later when Ezra’s voice shattered your dreamscape and doused you in the bitter proverbial cold of waking reality. He was kneeling over you, panic carved into the noble sculpt of his features. You blinked blearily up at him before realizing that your tent was now billowing in tatters, the hole in the lining having grown exponentially in the biting winds, and you no longer felt cold. In fact, you were uncomfortably hot. You mumbled something to that effect and watched the panic light his face again. You couldn’t quite piece your thoughts together over why he was so upset, but you were overcome with the need to soothe his worry.

In a series of movements that you would not have expected from someone still adjusting to life minus a limb, he hauled you up and nearly dragged you the distance between your tents before depositing you carefully inside his much warmer insulated canvas shelter. You stared dumbly at him as he zipped the two of you inside and started stripping down. Some faraway part of you screamed to look away, preserve his honor and your dignity, but the sudden onslaught of his unfiltered scent washed over you and you barely bit back a moan. Once he was down to his boxer briefs he stumbled over himself to start peeling away your layers. Your foggy brain was now in full tornado- siren mode. He was saying something but all you could manage was to stare up at him in shock and confusion as he made incredibly quick work of all of your layers.

You were sure that he could probably smell your brain engine overheating as he zipped his sleeping bag around you and snaked his limbs around yours like he was trying to absorb you into his being. Everything was so overwhelming and you realized you were shaking against him uncontrollably.

“S-s-s-s-s-sorry, Ez. I c-c-c-cant s-s-t-t-t-top.” Ezra squeezed you tighter and pressed his lips to your temple.

“Shhhh, little supernova,I’ve got you. We’ll have you back to your resplendent self in no time, just keep your hold on consciousness. Don’t you dare depart from me, you stubborn woman.” The humor in his words did little to hide the fear in his voice. He hissed slightly when you wrapped yourself more tightly around him and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck to hide it. The proximity of his mouth to your scent gland made you gasp and you felt your face warm painfully in response.

After several minutes exhaustion crept back into the marrow of your bones and you were quickly losing your fight against the sleep that was creeping in from the edges. Ezra noticed immediately and pinched your side harshly to keep you awake. You yelped in surprise as he rubbed his hand over the spot in apology

“Stay with me, please.” His voice was fragile and it sent a pang of guilt straight to your heart.

“I’m here, Ezra.” You whispered into his skin. He seemed dissatisfied with your reassurance, though, and proceeded to play a game of twenty questions to keep you engaged until you were warm enough to quell his fears of hypothermic coma. His questions ranged from your favorite prospecting location to childhood comfort foods. By the time your internal temperature had risen to safe levels, both of you were far beyond exhaustion, but he refused himself sleep in favor of watching you.

“I’ll find repose when I’m satisfied you are out of the woods, so to speak. Sleep, little flame, I will join you in slumber soon.” You didn’t have the strength left to put up a fight, settling for reaching up to place your hand on his cheek before dreams overtook you once more. Ezra fought his own eyelids for a while after, counting your breaths and keeping you pressed as tightly to him as possible. He was still shaken to his core at the fright of finding you, the clandestine goddess of his every redeeming quality, nearly frozen amongst the tatters of your ruined shelter. He had very nearly lost you as he slept completely unaware just a few meters away.

He covered the hand that still rested against his cheek with his own and wished bitterly that he could wrap you up safely in his arms the way another alpha could, the way you, above all other omega’s, deserved. Gingerly, for fear of waking you, he pressed his chapped lips into your palm as if he could pour every devotion trapped behind the impenetrable barrier of his self loathing into your flesh with a kiss. Your breathing hitched slightly at the tickle of his mustache and he held his breath until he was sure you had not awoken. Once he was satisfied that you were safe and comfortable, he tucked you up under his chin and drifted back to sleep.

Ezra woke to an empty tent and immediately began to panic. Outside the canvas flap he found a set of small, lightly covered footprints in the shallow snow that had fallen in the night. Quickly grabbing a heavy coat for himself, not bothering to fight over buttoning it single handedly, and a coat for you he set off to follow you. Several meters into the treeline he lost your prints to a blanket of pine needles and swallowed thickly around the scream that was threatening to rip its way out of his throat. He was teetering on the edge of losing his composure when a lilting giggle broke through the haze of terror. A frigid breeze carried another wave of laughter and with it your scent. He turned and walked into the breeze, keeping track of his path inwards lest he become as lost as you must be in a surely delirious state.

He climbed over a wall of shrubbery and stumbled into a clearing to find you knelt next to a frosty stream watching a small furry animal play in the snow. Your laughter carried over the snow back to him and he allowed himself a deep breath of relief. Your cheeks had a healthy color and you were bundled appropriately in layers of thick clothing. Kevva knows why you were out here, but you were safe and with you his heart.

The small animal you were watching spotted him first and scurried off into the brush to hide. You turned to face him, eyes bright and smile wide, and he felt his heart clench. You said something that didn’t quite register for a moment, when it did he felt his eyebrows knit in stunned confusion. You rolled your eyes.

“I ~said~ you are going to turn into a popsicle dressed like that out here!”

Ezra looked down at his disheveled appearance and back up at you in astonishment.

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?!

You laughed.

Ezra felt a blooming warmth in his gut. He reached down, gathered a handful of snow, and strode over to you.

“You are an incredible creature.” He dumped the snow over your head, causing you to gasp. “Yeah, that. Is that ringing any bells?”

“Pretty foolish for a one- armed man to start a snowball fight, don’t you think?”

“Pretty foolish for a woman with inadequate footing on an unstable terrain to challenge someone with no concern for their own well being in a physical altercation, don’t you think?”

You looked at him suspiciously and then down at your legs just in time to see him throw himself on the ground to sweep your legs out from under you. You landed squarely on top of him with a shriek and flailed trying to roll yourself off of him before realizing he had you trapped against his chest with his arm.

Eventually you slumped against him in defeat.

“Fine, you win.” You wilted dramatically and he laughed into your hair.

“Hey.” You craned your neck to look at him, his face serious and his eyes soft.

“You struck terror deep into my heart of hearts last night, little one. I truly believed you might have left me for the company of the star sprites.”

You were mesmerized by the sincerity in his voice. No mischief sparkled in his eyes, this wasn’t a game.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Ez. Truly.”

“What precipitated discovering you shivering in the snowfall?”

“My tent was damaged but I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t think it would get that bad. Figured I could repair it in the morning.”

Ezra loosened his hold so you could turn to face him. He seemed to be searching your face for something.

“It wouldn’t have been a bother, starlight. I would not have survived the agony of finding you frozen not but a few paces from where I ignorantly slumbered.”

Your heart was racing in your chest. Ezra and his beautiful words, the way they danced in the air between you as he whispered what you dared not believe. That this incredible man, this alpha tried and true in the battle for life on the Green, would value your life above that of the treasure he left unguarded to come find you… it was inconceivable.

“I’m okay, Ez, thanks to you. You saved me. I’m okay.”

The air between you was thick and the world around you seemed to have faded into obscurity as the two you laid there in silence. The wind changed and Ezra, still not properly buttoned into his jacket and not wearing enough layers, shivered violently.

“We should head back to camp.” You tore your eyes from him, suddenly ashamed. Of your foolishness the night before, for making him worry this morning, for making him track you down in the woods like a wounded animal, for feeling this way towards your business partner, for everything.

Ezra grunted in agreement, uncharacteristically quiet for a man as loquacious as himself. You crawled into a crouch and offered your hand out, which he ruefully took. You hoisted him up without complaint and helped him button his jacket, something that seemed to only further sour his mood. The two of your trudged back to the campsite in silence with you following Ezra who seemed to have a map in his head of the way out of the treeline.

You looked over the tattered remains of your shelter while Ezra ducked into his own to check on your spoils. Once he was reassured of their safety, he joined you.

“Not much left to salvage. I’ll have to burn credits on a new one when we get back to the PUG.” It was an expenditure you had not planned to make and one that would be costly. At this rate there was no doubt in your mind that Ezra would be filing for a new partner before assignments were redistributed. Dropping credits on a new bio shelter immediately after cash out was not going to look favorable in the line up to other potential partners.

Ezra was watching you silently, trying as he ever was to gauge your inner thoughts by the emotions that flitted so swiftly across your angelic features. He worried he’d crossed a line with you in the woods, and the self loathing of almost not having been there in time the night before as well as the knowledge that you had not felt safe coming to him when you so clearly needed help were eating at him. He knew you were upset, but words eluded him when it came to comforting you. The star cycles on this planet were shorter at this point in the rotation. The two of you needed to come up with an answer to the shelter problem before the star fell from sight and took the livable warmt with it.

“You can take shelter with me until then, little spark. I won’t have you perishing in the frost. It’s not a bother.”

You looked up at him, cheeks chapped from the wind and snowflakes in your eyelashes.

“Are you sure, Ez? I’m sure we can send out an emergency signal to the PUG. I don’t want to invade your space again. I am so sorry about last night, I was foolish and I should have known better and I put the entire operation at risk.”

You were rambling now. Guilt and shame and all of the emotions you had been pushing down this entire dig with supressors that were now…. Oh shit.

“An E alert to the PUG will have vultures descending on us in hours. Neither of us is in any fit state for a skirmish. Your presence in my tent is- what are you doing?”

You were on your hands and knees in the snow, bottom displayed to him in a way that had him stirring slightly in his pants. Your hands dug through the powder into the ice, frantically searching for something. You stopped, took a beat to compose yourself, and looked up at him with the gravity of a terminal diagnosis.

“We have another problem.”

You tried not to panic as you watched Ezra process what you had told him with a slack jaw. An Omega already on hour 16 without suppressants, an unbound Alpha, one tent, and a deathly inhospitable terrain. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. The poetry that often spilled like life’s blood from his pouty lips frozen in the icy grip of fate’s poor humor.

“We will craft a solution, little flame. You are safe with me, I swear to you. I would rather part from my remaining arm, hell with the rest of my limbs, too, than put you in harm’s way”

Ezra offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet before brushing some snow out of your hair, another of his casual acts of affection that tore you apart inside

“Ezra, I’m scared. I don’t want to put you through this. I want to call for the PUG. Please, I don’t want to-”

Ezra’s hand was still cradling the side of your head where he had tucked a strand behind your ear. Concern shone brightly in his dark eyes and drew from you the confession you’d tried to swallow.

“I don’t want to lose your trust… or your respect. I- “ You took a deep breath. “I know, morning star.” Your eyes shot back up to his. There was sadness now, something you desperately wanted to soothe away.

“You…”

“Of course I know. Suppressants might stop a rut but they don’t render a man blind. Or stupid.”

You flushed deeply at his words, shame once again bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill over your eyelids. He hushed you gently.

“I dared not utter any acknowledgement for fear of scaring you away. You are resilient, but a creature as beautiful as you only survives in this field if they are incredibly smart, which you are. We may have conquered our more primitive urges through chemical but they still influence our… desires. I did not want to create such conflict within you by challenging your reason with your baser needs. I am not a suitable mate and… in crystal truth I did not care to risk the blessing of our proximity with gluttony.”

Your breathing was coming in ragged bursts as scorching hot tears blazed down your face to chill in the icy winds.

“Do not tease me, Ezra.” You barely gritted it out without sobbing.

“I would never conceive of such cruelty, not for you. I have done horrible, vicious things to survive, but I would surrender myself to a thousand tortuous deaths before I brought such tears to these eyes. Please believe my words to be true, my flame. My heart beats in tandem with yours. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe. Part of me died on the Green that.I thought was lost forever, long before the separation of my arm. Meeting you, the holy privilege of being in your service, it has revived that which had been mummified in the sunken hollow of my heart.”

The tears had started flowing in earnest now and his thumb brushed gently against your cheek to catch them. Your hands came up to rest on his chest and then, when he did not move in discomfort, you slowly slid them up to cradle the back of his neck. Ezra leaned down to rest his forehead against yours and then closed his eyes like he hadn’t had a moment’s rest in years. You stroked your thumb up and down his hairlineon the back of his neck in a motion that mirrored his on your cheeks moments ago and he shivered- whether from your touch or the cold you could not say.

“We should take shelter, Ez, before the weather gets mean.” Ezra squeezed your hip before turning to duck into the tent. You took a moment to ground yourself, already feeling the heady rush of hormones and the rising body temperature they bring.

Inside the tent, Ezra was prepping his bedroll for sleep and layering every item of clothing he had.

“Ez… what are you doing?”

“I won’t have you both in pain and afraid of being taken advantage of. I will sit watch outside the tent while you toil through the first wave. A fresh heat off suppressors can be intense, I need you to feel safe.”

You were stunned. An act of generosity like offering to share his tent and supplies was already monumental for a prospector, even one as kindhearted as Ezra claimed he truly wasn’t. To offer those things without trade for your comfort was beyond what you could have ever asked for, and all in the name of making sure you were safe. All for love.

You strode over to him and gently took the large sweater out of his hand and tossed it aside before taking his hand in both of yours.

“Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.With the pain. I feel safer with you, Ez. Always.”

Ezra looked to the top of the tent as if it held the answer to life’s dearest mysteries and swallowed thickly before dropping his head to his chest. Stepped towards you, into your personal space, and placed a chaste kiss to your heated forehead.

”‘l’ll stay for as long as you need. As long as you want.”

The winds picked up to a shrill scream outside the tent which helped cover the muffled sounds of your cries into the breadth of Ezra’s chest as the first wave of unsuppressed heat washed over you. It had started with a dull ache to your lower abdomen that bloomed into an inferno of bottomless need. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed. The ache in your abdomen had spread out into your genitals and up under your rib cage where your heart beat wildly. Ezra did his best to comfort you, his large hand rubbing uselessly up and down your sweat- drenched back.The smell of him did very little to quench the fires inside. Another intense wave of agony gripped you and caused you to cry out his name. He pulled you into him through instinct , your mouth now dangerously close to his scent gland.You nuzzled against it slightly as you tried to breath through the mild convulsions your body endured at the crest of every wave.Ezra tried to hide his gasp at the combination of your heady scent and the feeling of you so close to marking him as he had imagined shamefully so many times before. His resolve was wavering as every new wave of hormones tested the strength of his own blockers.

“Kevva help me, tell me what to do.” It was barely a whisper into your hair, but the sound of his voice strained with desire drew a pitiful whimper from you that sent daggers into Ezra’s heart. He shushed you gently and squeezed you a little tighter in an effort to soothe you.

“Ezra…” Ezra took a breathe to steady himself before looking down into your eyes shining with fevered heat and the vulnerability of hope.

“Tell me how to be of service to you,, my love. Anything, simply name it.”

“Ez, I didn’t want it to be this way. I- I- I-” You hissed and gasped through another wave. “I’m so sorry Ezra.” He stroked his hand down the back of your head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, little one, not one thing.”

“Ez, please-” Another small noise gripped his heart like a vice.

“Anything, anything.”

“Ez please fuck me. I need you, please.” Ezra was stunned into silence. “I love you, I trust you. I’ve wan- wanted this for so long, thought about it more than is even sane and healthy. I never wanted it to be like this, but I don’t know if I- if I can take any more. I’m so sorry, Ezra.”

Ezra felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as you begged him for what he’d felt so retched and vile for squeezing himself to muffled release by fantasizing about for months. But this was wrong, he couldn’t do this with you, to you, in such a state of vulnerability.

“I won’t take advantage of you like this, Please don’t ask this of me, my flame.:”

“Ezra look at me.” Ezra looked lost and a little scared but he held your gaze. While you spoke. “It isn’t taking advantage, baby. You are helping me, taking care of me. My alpha.” You reached up to cup his cheek and he audibly moaned, both at the touch and the claim over him.

“I-”

“Ezra. I want this. I am of sound mind, or as sound mind as one could be surrounded by the smell and touch and sound of the person they love and desire more than anything in any known galaxy. My body has hungered for you- ah- for so long as my heart found its rhythm with yours. Even through suppressants I knew I was hopelessly yours. Ezra, I need you. Please, alpha. My alpha. My Ezra.” You reached up and brought his forehead down to yours as another wave tore through you. Your shuddered breath as you swallowed back a painde whimper was the final nail in his coffin. Kevva save his filthy soul, he was giving in.

“Okay, little one, you’ve conquered my acquiescence. I just ask of you, beg of you, that you not resent me later for what I will have done to temper your discomfort. You have my heart and, while the conditions are less than suitable, “

“Ez…”

The first kiss was like tectonic plates fitting back into place. Somewhere out in the great unknown stars aligned and the very universe breathed a sigh of relief. His lips were out of practice and unsure, moving against yours with only the faintest tremble as his body fought against his own suppressors. He wanted to take his time and savor you, learn you, worship you, but your own needs were like a lightning storm beneath your fevered flesh. You nipped at his lip and whined into his mouth when he deepened the kiss in response. He tasted like the bubblegum toothpaste that his adopted “niece” had sent him as a joke. His endearingly patchy facial hair scratched pleasantly against your face and, under more favorable conditions, you might have stopped to explore that sensation. The inferno ravaging your nervous system was unrelenting and you tugged him closer against you as it burned in another white- hot flash.

Ezra seemed to get the message, having pulled back to look down at you in concern. A part of you that desperately wished you could be lavishing him in every bit of honeyed affection that you knew he’d gone so long without wanted to kiss away that distress. Instead, you settled for placing a feather light kiss to his inner wrist where his arm was holding himself up in an impressive display of muscle control right next to your head. He dipped back down to plant a scorching kiss that left you breathless before moving down your neck a ways and sucking harshly against your scent gland. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and need, gripping his hair and thrusting your hips up to meet him. He moaned in response and met your thrust with a grind down of his own. You felt him against you then for the first time and nearly jumped out of your skin. He shushed you quietly before kissing back up the column of your throat to bite at your chin and then kiss you so deeply that you honest- to- Kevva forgot how to breathe. Your hands seemed to move of their own accord across his body; down his back, threading through his unwashed curls, palming at his backside, feeling the chorded muscles in his arm where he held himself above you. All the while he was grinding down on you until you hooked one of your legs around his waist to seek the friction your body called to his for.

This seemed to finally light a fire under his cute little ass. Suddenly he was leaning back away from you, tugging your tanktop down to release your breasts. He latched onto one nipple and pulled harshly at the other with his fingers. Your resulting cry of pleasure was met with a growl that seemed to come from deep within his chest. You pushed him back just long enough to strip yourself of your tanktop and begin working your soaked panties down your legs. Ezra started to resume his work against your breasts when instead he snatched your panties out of your hand and stared agape at the massive dark spot staining the crotch. You laid back and spread your legs for him, one hand trailing down to dip into your dripping folds, maintaining eye contact all the while. Tossing the cloth over his shoulder, Ezra made to dive into you but you stopped him with pointed toes to his bare chest. You could feel his heart pounding under the skin. He looked up at you in bewildered confusion, something that would have been incredibly kissable without the agony of fresh heat.

“Baby I need you inside me. I need to come on your cock, please. Alpha I need your knot.”

Ezra swallowed thickly and fumbled frantically with his pants. You sat up and batted his hand out of the way to do it yourself. He placed his large, rough hand between your breasts and gently pushed you back down so he could crawl over you, kicking his pants and boxer briefs down in the process. You reached for him and the look on your face as you did, so soft and sweet even in the throes of pain and passion, and he felt himself falling harder and deeper for you then he knew was possible. He needed this, needed to make it better. Needed to make you feel good. Needed to claim you. Needed to knot you.

“I need your assurance that you’re truly ready, my flame. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.” His forehead was pressed to yours again, breath coming in hot bursts against your lips as he struggled to contain himself.

“Ez, I need you. Don’t- please.” He kissed you then and used the distraction of his mouth on yours to begin pushing into you. He wasn’t extraordinarily long, but goddamn he was thick. The incredible stretch of him inside you as he inched his way through the scorching wet of your aching pussy. You cried out as he bottomed out in you and he shushed you gently in response.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you, little star. Such a sweet omega, my omega.” He was propped on his forearm next to your head, watching down at you while you adjusted to the welcome intrusion of him. He pulled out slightly, jaw set in a hard line of concentration as he focused entirely on not hurting you. The friction was almost unbearable and you cried out in relief as it sated the agonizing need that had been washing over you for hours.

“Oh Ezra!” The snap of his hips back into you was pure ecstasy and you were quickly losing any sense of composure as every nerve ending lit up like fireworks. Your head was thrown back in pleasure already, and that just wouldn’t do. He nudged at your jaw with his nose and you met his gaze before tasting his lips again. This kiss was slower, less frantic, and you took the opportunity to pull him fully down onto you with only a moment’s hesitation from Ezra. It started with grinding into you, both of you whining and moaning into one another’s mouths. Your legs came up without you meaning them to and wrapped around his waist. Grinding became slow, hard thrusts between whispered praises, pleas, and declarations of love. Slow, hard thrusts became more frenzied as both of you neared your release. His arm wound under you to hold you in place as he started slamming as hard and fast into you as he could without breaking your hold around him. You almost didn’t recognize the noises being pulled from you as your own voice and you weren’t in your own mind enough to care. You felt the winding within you threatening to break and tried to warn him.

“Ez! Ez! Ez!”

“I’ve got you. Come for me, pretty girl. Let it go!” Ezra’s voice was strained with the effort of keeping his thrusts measured and his aim sure so he could bring you the release that would stave off the worst of your heat. You could feel the rippling of his muscles under his skin as he worked over and within you. The little grunts and groans from his lips so close to your ear, the sounds of his praise and encouragement. It was all too much. You came with a deafening cry, your body bowing beneath him so hard that he nearly lost his hold on you. He managed to keep his grip and worked you through it, all the while your release pulled him deeper within you as your body instinctually prepared to take his knot.

“I- I’m”

“Oh alpha, please. I need it. I need your knot. Ezra, please.” Your words were barely intelligible in the haze of your orgasm but they were enough to bring him over the edge. You could feel his knot swelling at your entrance. His hips stuttered against you and from his lips poured a litany of whines and moans and mumbled praise that pushed you over the edge of another, less intense orgasm. The waves of your second orgasm helped draw his knot in and he spilled himself into you with a shout. His face buried into your neck on instinct but he stopped there. You stifled your disappointment on not being marked and reached up to stroke the hair on the back of his head with one hand while the other held him tightly to you. You kissed up and down the side of his neck, paying a little extra attention to his own scent gland and feeling him shudder above you. The two of you stayed that way for a long time in comfortable silence, so long that you had started to wonder if he had fallen asleep still knotted within you when he spoke soft and low next to your ear.

“Are you okay, little one?” You smiled against the warm skin of his shoulder and kissed him softly there before answering.

“I’m more than okay, Ezra.” When he didn’t immediately respond, your anxiety started to climb in a series of escalating ‘what- if’s’. He seemed to smell your discomfort and moved to sooth you.

“Hey now, what malfeasance stirs my love from her ecstasy?” His lips tickled against your cheek as he craned his neck back up to see you. You flushed in embarrassment.

“It’s okay if you didn’t mean it, Ez. I know the hormones can be a lot and I owe you big time for helping me and-” Ezra cut you off with a kiss that seemed determined to wipe any such thought from your mind.

“Hush now, little omega. Of course I meant it, every word. And you were beyond incredible, exceeding my every fantasy. The very idea of you being indebted to me for fulfilling a desire that I, too, have sheltered for far too long is ludicrous. I love you. Please, I am begging you to hear me. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” Every confession was punctuated with another kiss to your forehead, cheek, chin, temple, until you gave in and palmed his cheek so that you could reach his lips.

“I love you, too, Ez.” The two of you fell back into easy silence for a while until the seeds of doubt sprouted again in your mind. You were toying lightly with the striking blonde birthmark along his hairline when you must have made a face.

“Tell me.” The request was soft and less a question than a gentle command. You screwed up your face a moment before sighing deeply.

“You didn’t mark me…” You felt pathetic and foolish the moment you said it. Ezra brought his hand to your cheek and looked into your eyes before explaining.

“It’s no secret at this juncture that the conditions under which we coupled for the first time were less than ideal. Truthfully I have fallen far short of what you deserve and what I should have provided you as your alpha. My omega,” That last part was spoken so quietly, like he had said it to himself before remembering himself and continuing. “The gruelling throes of an unplanned fresh heat were not how I desired to knot you for the first time and I am only so fortunate that you are newly off your suppressants so that breeding you would not be under such unfortunate circumstances as a shared bedroll on icy ground. That is to say, my heart, that I want to save such acts of commitment to scenarios in which I can worship you the way you deserve and lavish you in the sort of luxuries that an omega of your unsurpassable beauty and strength deserves. It was all I could do to contain myself and keep from claiming you for all to see, all I could do to refrain from asking you for the very same.”

Your eyes pricked with tears at the sentiment and you blinked them away. You wanted to hide from him until you got your emotions under control, but trying to escape his knowing gaze while still knotted would be excruciating for both of you. Your face was hot and you were filled to the brim with a hurricane of emotion.

“Ez, I would have been more than happy to have you just like this. I don’t need all of those material things. It’s you, Ezra, only you.” It was his turn to swallow back tears.

“I could never have presumed to even dream of such proclamations leaving your sweet lips, my star. You are my everything. My redemption, my faith, my hope.” You held him close to you for several minutes after that, just feeling his warmth and enjoying being able to touch him with the affection that had been tormenting you for months in the frustration of denial. When Ezra did pick his head back up there was a familiar determined set to his jaw. “If you desire it so, I will claim you right here, right now. I would not deny you anything you asked me for in earnest, but I would very much like to… I…” You had never seen Ezra at a loss for words before and it endeared you to him so fiercely.

“Ez, baby,” His eyes darted back up to yours guardedly. “I am yours and I am patient. We have all the time in all the worlds.” You trailed your fingertips across his scent gland and smiled when his breath caught slightly. “If candles and fluffy pillows and music are what you want, I am more than happy to oblige. I’ll give you anything you want. After everything you’ve been through… you’ve fought so hard and so long.”

“Are you positive you don’t mind accommodating my desires for��. My vow to you is unbreakable regardless of where it is made. You deserve better than to be claimed in the fog of your heat on the floor of my tent like an animal.”

“Ezra. This is already more than I dared to dream of. You are more than I dared dream of.” You kissed him then, silencing any other doubts he might have about the sincerity of your agreement to his request. The two of you laid together like that for some time, still fully entangled and lavishing one another with kisses and explorative touches and whispered praise while the storm raged on outside the tent and buffeted its thin walls around you. You traced his scars with admiration and reverence, something that seemed to make him quite a bit more emotional than he was ready to show you. You would give him time, but you longed to hear every story behind them. The scars around his stump were still quite dark, having not yet had time to fade. Your touches there were feather light and made with great caution to avoid making him uncomfortable. You knew what it meant for him to allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, Every scar was an almost- ending and this one in particular held a lot of shame. You knew he had lost it on the Green and somehow in the process of escaping with his life he had become somewhat responsible for the life of the young girl he occasionally corresponded with. As much as he ran his pretty mouth, there was still so much you didn’t know about his journey to you.

“You’re so perfect, Ez, so beautiful.” You cupped his jaw with the hand that wasn’t still cradling his arm. His lower lip trembled slightly but he muffled its betrayal by slotting it against your own in a kiss that stole your breath away. He didn’t trust himself to speak without his voice wavering, so he elected to show you instead. To thank you for trusting him, for loving him, for letting him love you. He cradled you with his hand and caged you in with his body like he was afraid that holding too tightly might hurt you, might scare you away. The smell of him all around you as another wave of heat washed over you made you cry out into his mouth and his hips ground his knot deeper into you in response, earning a wanton moan from both of you. The pain was less intense this time and Ezra set a more leisurely pace. Still knotted to you, he couldn’t move much without injuring you both but he could grind and rut against you. His hand tangled itself into your hair and he gripped at it to turn your head so that he could lavish attention down your neck to your scent gland. You finished faster this time, still sensitive from your last orgasm, and the wet heat of you again took him over the edge right after.

“Are you comfortable, my omega?’ His voice was hoarse from shouting his release just moments before. You looked up at him, fucked out and cockdrunk on him, and nodded with a dazed smile. He chuckled softly and stroked his fingers down your cheek. “You should rest while you can, little one. The sun will usher in a new beginning. The worst is behind us.” He kissed your hair, your nose, your lips, before settling himself atop you the best he could without crushing you or yanking the knot in such a way that might cause you more pain. You reached up to kiss the dimple that popped as he watched you fight sleep and then cuddled into his chest and had the best night’s sleep of your life. Just as Ezra had promised, morning’s light filtered through the leaves in the trees around you and made sparkling opalescent illusions in the snow below. You woke first, noticing first the empty ache between your legs where his knot had released and he had slipped out of you in the night. He had you in a vice grip pressed to his chest like he was afraid you might slip away from him in the night. He was sleeping so peacefully, the muscles in his face more relaxed than you had ever seen him. He looked about ten years younger without the worries of the world weighing so heavily on his features. He was objectively gorgeous and you simply could not resist reaching up to press kisses to the long stretch of his neck, the bare patches in his beard, the soft flesh of his cheeks, the ghosts of wrinkles around his eyes, the skin below his birthmark, down his nose, and to his lips which were now puckered comically in waiting. You giggled lightly and blew a raspberry against them, causing his eyes to shoot open and a raucous laugh to burst from his chest. He rolled the two of you so that he was back on top and proceeded to smother you in obnoxiously loud kisses until you cried mercy so that you didn’t pee the bedroll. The moment he released you from his iron grip you scrabbled out the front of the tent and sprinted for the treeline, completely oblivious to his hungry gaze on your bare backside as you scampered off for privacy. He unzipped the window flaps in your absence and started organizing supplies to make the two of you a ration breakfast- all the while daydreaming about being able to cook you a proper breakfast after ravaging you in a proper bed.

You crept quietly back into the tent when his back was turned and sheepishly pulled on his shirt from the night before. It smelled like him in a way that made your heart ache as much as your still- swollen sex. He turned to you with a crooked grin and you suppressed the urge to kiss that dimple you loved so dearly, electing instead to tug playfully at the blonde patch. The love in his eyes as he stared up at you and the way they glittered in the almost magical ambient light brought tears to your own. He reached up and wiped them away and rested his palm on your cheek.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, just enjoying the proximity and domesticity. Once everything was properly disposed of, Ezra reclined back onto your bedroll and pulled you back into his chest with a sigh.

“Y’know, we could probably make the sling if we cut across that clearing you found yesterday and be back on the PUG before this planet’s next rotation.” You smiled up at him and felt warmth spread through your bones at the admiration and mischief married in his eyes. The two of you packed and and started on your way rather quickly, fingers interwoven and eyes trained on the wood ahead. There was a new kind of tension in the air between you as you traveled quickly towards the promise of the beginning of the rest of your lives bound together in blood and spirit. No matter what waited for you on the other side, you knew that you would never have to face anything alone ever again, and that was enough. Ezra was enough.

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