#pirate!ezra x reader

[ezraholmes]

stuck in traffic for a while yesterday and cooked up a very quick sketch of pirate!schlatt

i didn’t give him as much chunk as I would have liked too and I couldn’t be assed with the head/face but here you go I guess

(also I wasn’t the one driving, although I don’t think drawing and driving is ilegal)

prologue

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

AHHHHHH this is a fantastic start! The Queen's Lair is the perfect name for a pirate ship, and the Harvester is a great name as well! Poor Cee, it's a rough start for her, but hopefully Moony can help her settle in. I also love the book references, you've really taken the soul of Prospect into this Pirate!AU! Thank you so much for sharing lovely 🏴‍☠️

lost in your current like a priceless wine ~ chapter 1

Ezra (Prospect) x reader, pirate AU

Word count: 2,200~

Warnings: piracy, mentions of death and murder (because pirates), swearing in general

Summary: When the crew of The Queen's Lair boards and dispatches the crew of The Harvester, there is one person on deck that Captain Ezra hadn't accounted for, a teenage girl. It takes some convincing, but the fiery Cee comes along as the crew sail onward.

Just some things to mention: The reader is pretty much neutral, I don't describe her, but she does have a backstory and a nickname (Moony). I took heavy influence from both Black Sails and Our Flag Means Death, so you might see little pieces (or characters) from both of these shows. I just...I love pirates and I love Ezra. Something like this was bound to happen.

my masterlist

Below deck, The Queen’s Lair is quiet as you use your unoccupied time to take stock of meal reserves for you and your shipmates, writing the inventory on a spare piece of parchment to share with your captain. Supplies are on the low side and you note that the crew will soon need to make a stop to gather more. Since the evening meal isn’t due for a while, your hammock looks pretty appealing, and just as you decide to take an afternoon nap you hear the call go up.

“Sails!”

There goes your chance for rest, you sigh to yourself as you open the door of the large pantry below deck and make your way up the stairs and onto the bow. You encounter the captain and quartermaster, the two passing a long glass between them as they determine a course of action.

“-merchant ship will have plenty of valuable cargo, and any profitable items that we do not use for ourselves will be passed along the trading route through Nassau.” At the tail end of his sentence the captain meets your eye, and with one nod to his partner, dismisses them silently to begin preparations.

As the captain turns to face you, his eyes squint against the overhead sun but he meets your gaze all the same. “This is your chance, Moony, what do you think of joining the raiding crew?

A huff of a laugh escapes you and you give the captain a sarcastic look before replying. “Not today, Cap. Maybe I’ll join next time.”

He shakes his head at you, one side of his mouth lifting in amusement. “That’s what you said when we were facing the French merchants. And the English freighter before that, and so on...I’m beginning to think that your heart is just not in a place for wanting wealth and adventure.”

“Say what you will, Captain, but I get my share whether I’m swinging a sword or making supper. And you don’t keep me on board for the former.”

“I don’t only keep you on for the latter,” Ezra murmurs and your brow furrows at the possible deeper meaning, but before you can ask he’s being called away by the sailing master. 

You squint your eyes against the sun to take a look at the ship sailing nearer into view, its flags clearly displaying a supply ship. At least your worry about supplies running low can go unvoiced for now, as you have no doubts that your captain and crew can’t capture the ship and its cargo. Leaving the men above board to their respective roles, you make your way below to secure and arrange your existing crates in the pantry, sending up hopes that your crew is successful, and that the other ship’s crew makes the smart move of surrendering.

Ezra watches through a haze of gunsmoke as his men dispatch the crew of The Harvester, effectively taking over the supply ship. When the crew of the Queen’s Lair had raised the black, their target hadn’t tried to run, letting the pirates board their ship without a fight. It had turned to shit when their captain, a rapacious man named Damon, tried turning the tables on Ezra, his threats of counterattack for recompense negating the attempted peaceful acquisition. Along with a square refusal, Damon earned himself a dagger to the gut and his crew lost the chance to join Ezra’s, each one of them meeting a similar fate as their captain. 

He’s not proud of it, the violence that haunts his days and unconscious visions. Most days, he spends drafting travel routes and relaxing with his crew until the next big grab. But sometimes, this type of brutality is necessary. Ezra’s men depend on him to provide for themselves and their families. That knowledge, as well as the fact that most captures actually go without bloodshed, keep Ezra’s head up as he continues to do what he’s good at. 

A cough near his feet brings Ezra’s mind back to the present and his unfocused gaze turns from his crew taking stock of the ship to the captain at his feet, the man’s glassy eyes blinking up at him. “Captain,” the man croaks. Getting the impression that he’s going to say more, Ezra squats down to be closer to him, an assessing eye on how much blood has pooled around his abdomen and is now starting to weep from his mouth and down his chin. Damon won’t last but minutes more.

“Please,” he coughs out, glazed eyes meeting Ezra’s umber ones. “Please don’t let them hurt her.” 

Confusion sweeps over Ezra, his brow furrowing as he tries to determine the implications behind Damon’s words, but the other man doesn’t give him much time. A hand wraps around the lapels of his coat and pulls him forward, his face drawing nearer to Damon’s, the other man’s voice as grave as his outlook. “Promise me.”

He finds himself nodding, a solemn expression sent towards his fallen adversary. “I promise.” 

This time when Ezra’s blade meets Damon’s skin, it is with mercy, the light going from behind the other captain’s eyes before he can suffer any longer.

Ezra wipes off his blade, standing from his crouched position and mulling over Damon’s words. Perhaps by “her”, he meant the ship. Not a real beauty by most standards. Instead of setting the vessel aflame like normal procedure, he supposed he could tow it back to Nassau with him and make a profit off it, though the blood staining the wooden deck wouldn’t be much of a selling point. The captain shakes himself of that thought but decides to ponder on the other man’s words before taking action.

The ship echoes with Ezra’s footsteps as he makes his way across the deck and through the stairwell leading down, his intended destination the captain’s quarters on the aft. Passing the kitchen and the crew’s communal quarters, he finds the only remaining entryway that must be what he’s looking for. 

As soon as the handle twists in his grip and he opens the door wide enough to step through, something whistles above his head as he ducks, and shatters into pieces on the wall behind him. Ezra finds shards of broken glass on the ground and tracks its trajectory across the captain’s quarters to behind the heavy desk, where his eyes pick out...a girl. An adolescent by the looks of it, and despite the fierce scowl on her face and the arm drawn back aiming another vase at his head, she’s terrified.

“Hold on now, birdie,” Ezra placates the girl with two hands raised to show a truce. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

The girl’s mouth pinches disbelievingly, one eyebrow raised in defiance. “Oh?” Ezra hears footsteps as a portion of his crew makes their way to his location, the commotion drawing a small crowd. “And how would I know that?”

Several pirates pile into the hallway outside of the room, wanting to assist the captain but keeping their distance as he gives them a meaningful look, one of the captain’s hands cautioning them to move with care, while the other stays in place as a show of peace. 

“Well, you don’t,” Ezra finally answers the girl, but as his eyes meet hers across the room he pours all the sincerity he can find into them. “But I suppose that you’re the one who Damon has entrusted me to protect.”

The girl’s eyes drop to the floor, the vase she had intended to use as a projectile weapon in her hands resting at her side in resignation. Ezra takes this as a sign of progress, moving his eyes back to the crew around him and nodding to his man closest to the door. A serious expression takes over the captain’s face as he doles out this task. “I need Moony here”

“You need to come with me,” Billy tells you when he finds you below deck. When all you do is look up from your book with a raised eyebrow, the man huffs impatiently. “Captain asked for you specifically, he wants you over on the Harvester.”

“Why, did he find some cargo he couldn’t wait to show me? Or maybe he’s just trying to get me in on the action again,” you mutter, turning the page in your book.

Billy’s response is flat but urgent when he replies. “There’s a girl on board.” 

“Fuck,” you mutter, marking your page before jumping out of your hammock and reaching for your coat, pulling it on as you rush out the door. “Why didn’t you say that first, Bones?!”

Billy fills you in as he follows you up and over the boards to the other ship’s deck, taking the lead once you’re across until you arrive at a doorway surrounded by men on one side. A few steps inside the room is the captain, and as you make your way around the corner you can see the girl that Billy told you about. She’s a skinny thing in traditional boy’s clothes, blonde hair pulled back from her face to allow for less distraction, keen eyes twitching toward every sound and sign of movement.

Ezra watches as you take in the girl’s appearance, and her fearful suspicion of the men surrounding her. He gestures his head toward the door and his men take the cue to leave, heading back to the tasks they were previously drawn from. As he clears his throat and you meet his eyes, an understanding passes that the girl would be coming back to the Queen’s Lair with you, and he’d rather it be on her terms. At the nod of your head, he leaves, closing the door behind him and you hear his footsteps stop just down the short hallway. 

Unsure where to start, you bring your hands together in front of you, fidgeting with the cuff on your coat, the girl’s eyes following your movements. “So I hear you made quite the impression on my captain,” you settle on.

Her eyes narrow and a noncommittal hum travels to you, but she says nothing.

Deciding on a different approach, one less casual, you clear your throat. “I assume you know that the crew of the ship-”

“They’re all dead,” she cuts you off, her no-nonsense tone a bit of a surprise, but you welcome a change to the silence.

“That’s right,” you murmur, your voice coming out small and the girl notices, her head tilting to the side as she observes you closer. You move past it, hoping that she will as well. 

“I’m also assuming you know what happens to a ship that has been ransacked by pirates, and no longer has a crew to pilot it.”

Her brow furrows as she thinks for a moment, “I’ve heard rumors, but I don’t know for certain.”

You nod, taking a step further into the room, and you notice it’s the captain’s quarters of the ship. “It gets left behind.” You reach a bookshelf taking the space up along one wall of the room and bring one hand up to run along the titles there. Ezra already has most of them on board, and he lets you raid his collection when you’re inclined to do so. “That is, until the fire that the pirate crew sets eats up the sails and everything under them.”

The room is filled only with tension for a moment as you let your words sink in. “It would be best if you’re not aboard when that happens.”

The girl meets your eyes then, and briefly, you can see through her hard mask to the sadness setting up home underneath. “Dad says that a ship is no place for a girl. He says that he wouldn’t risk bringing me with him if I had another place to go. Well, he…said.” Her eyes meet the floor at the realization that her father no longer exists in the present tense. 

“You don’t have another place to go. Not anymore. Not until we can get you back to land and figure out what you want to do next.”

Her shoulders are tight, her nod uncomfortable in the stifling silence of the room. You continue to look around, walking slowly about the floor for a few minutes. You find a copy of a book on the desk that you’ve not heard of, tilting your head as you open the front cover to read for a moment. The girl watches the entire time, wondering what you will do next. It’s no wonder that she’s apprehensive. She’s just had her ship attacked by pirates and lost her father in one swoop. You can guess what she’s dealing with, meanwhile you parade around her father’s office as casually as if you’re browsing a shop at home. 

You want to make her comfortable around you, or at least as close to it as she can get. A small sigh leaves your lips, talking to people has never been your strong suit, even before you were surrounded by pirates whose emotional vulnerability couldn’t always fill a room. Turning your gaze once more to meet that of the girl, you soften your expression, the corners of your mouth even lifting into a gentle smile.

“Well since we’ll be traveling together for a while until we get back to land, we’ll have to get to know each other a little better. They call me Moony,” you offer your hand and your given name as well. 

“My name is Cee,” she returns, not accepting your handshake but meeting you halfway with a nod.

“It’s nice to meet you, Cee.”

So, I haven't flushed out everything that happens yet in this fic, but I have about 16 pages of this universe in a google doc I've been sitting on for over a year! Plus, @fuckyeahdindjarin posted a Jack Daniels pirate drabble this morning that pushed me over the edge.

If you like my fic so far, please leave a comment or reblog and let me know what you liked about it to give me inspiration to continue. Thank you so much for reading!

tags-

Everything:

@greeneyedblondie44

@kickingitwithkirk

@mad-girl-without-a-box

@feelmyroarrrr

@rosie-posie08

Pedro Pascal Characters:

@aficwhore

@annathewitch

@trickstersp8

Lost in Your Current:

@fuckyeahdindjarin

[whxtedreams]

Oath Broken and Soul Bound Masterlist

A WItch Hunter!Din Djarin x OFC!Witch Series

Tales of witch meetings, gruesome and horrific, were used to fan the flames of fear and ensure the harsh punishment and persecution of those accused of witchcraft. The subsequent actions born out of the fear and hatred for witches were far worse than the stories that inspired them. The persecution and killings of those accused of witchcraft were not just ruthless, but often downright brutal.

**Blurb is subject to change until i begin writing**

Astaria Lowell had sworn to never take a life. So when Astaria is staring down at the Kingdom’s deadliest Witch Hunter that she had nearly killed, she must do what she can to save him. Which involved bringing the Hunter into her coven… full of Witches. As his health returned, Astaria realised three things. Din Djarin had not killed her. He was now wanted by the Lords for breaking his oath and she was to be tried as a Witch. They were both set to burn for their crimes. They needed to escape the Lords, but they couldn’t do it alone.

A Witch with forbidden magic. A Witch Hunter turned oath breaker.  A pathological liar nobody trusts. A Dragon Rider without his Dragons. A grieving father with a trigger happy finger.

Five unlikely… friends, all needing a way out of the Kingdom for their own selfish reasons.

One impossible task they might be able to complete if they don’t get each other killed in the process. Or rather, kill each other.

Main Current Tags

WItch Hunter!Din Djarin, OFC!Witch, witch hunts, violence, author has researched but is still learning, forbidden love, Third person POV, fantasy AU, world building, pirate!Ezra, Dragon Rider!Frankie, Joel Miller just wants to be left alone,

Chapter List

word count // 1.8k

Part 1

1. The Hunter // 1.8k

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5

Part 6

the one shot that inspired this - The Hunter and His Witch

Other

Character Study

Notes

I am currently in a writers course and this is the story I'm writing for it. I am learning more as I write and may come back and edit things from time to time. The cover is hand drawn, don’t look at me - I tried. I was very hesitant to write an OC! instead of reader insert since I’ve seen a lot of people say they tend not to read them, but you will love Astaria I swear. She’s pretty cool. NOT doing a tag list for this series. If you want updates, you can subscribe to my AO3 and you will get emails when I upload.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/25/2024

Nerdie! You saw it right! He won! *hugs tightly*

Yes he did! 🥰 We're all so happy for him! Finally!

We're also buzzing about how he looks like he's on the cover of a romance novel. Maybe on a ranch, maybe in the 1800's. It's a pretty versatile look. He likes his deep V's....

As we all should. Also, I'm taking notes on that. *scribbles*

Anything new besides, well clearly pirate adventures?

Pirates have scurvy and Pedro is well nourished so none of that. Other ideas for his characters. Ezra and Pero might have scurvy though. I did manage to write some this week. It's been busy. 👀 Ugh...real life stuff. Nothing major. Just needs to be done.

Nerdie's fics:

Guiding Light (Ezra one shot - I was chatting with @lady-bess and had the idea for this. I always have Ezra in some crime. 😎)

Lunch is happening right? (Part two of my summer romance Javi G fic. Not sure how many parts.)

He told me his name (Din Djarin x plus size female reader) I wrote it after reading a new Din fic by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (will be listed below. I'd still call it moody because despite writing, I still have trouble with my vocabulary. 🤣 It is pretty though. I'm working on a follow-up since people asked 👀)

Can't win carino (Javi G one shot - for @i-own-loki because she gave me the idea and the moodboard so I ran with it.)

The Man Next Door (Jake Lockley one shot for @megamindsecretlair because she kinda asked, more like I asked her what she wanted in it. She asked for action and smut. I might try more action in fics later.)

Get a room you two and BONE (Part two of my Tim Rockford comedy series which now has romance? I binged too much B99, watched a bit of Castle and a few episodes of Kojak with my mom. The insanity will only increase with part three but maybe there might be some growth between Tim and Doc? Or a hippo.)

Nerdie I thought you said you were busy....that's six fics...

I was and some of them I had been working on for a while. I also had some insomnia (that lead to parts two and three of the Tim Rockford fic). Anyway, on to the main event! 😘

Nerdie's fic recommendations! or things I read this week. 😄

14 x kisses by @trulybetty (Jack Daniels x reader) Part of her 29 days of valentines for February.

Sorgan Girls Are Easy - Solo Din Djarin by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (the fic that inspired my Din - her Din has 100% more smut)

Half of you - chapter 3 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x fem. reader) Slow burn series - love it and trying to read it slowly to savor it.

Falling for you by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi Pena x fem reader) A bittersweet read that had me wonder what was next but I was hopeful.

Sunday Naps by @javierpena-inatacvest (Frankie Morales x fem reader) More proof that cuddling with Frankie leads to wonderful things.

Poe Dameron falling in love with his shy best friend (GN reader) by @i-belong-to-the-stars What one hopes for if you're shy and you're in love with those curls...er Poe. 🫣

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x GN reader) All kinks are valid and who doesn't love Dieter with a belly? 😘

Bulletproof by @laurfilijames (Jax Teller x fem reader) She wrote poetic porn with feelings. I was overcome, titllated and confused.

A girl walks into a bookshop by @oonajaeadira (Ezra x fem reader) Soft Ezra with a bookshop, yes please! 😄

Beneath the mask by @saradika (Din Djarin x fem reader) A medieval knight Din...so where does one pick up the velvet dress?

Loneliness by @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x GN reader) Pondering Pero in your local Park? Highly recommended for Valentine's Day.

15 x cashmere by @trulybetty (Joel Miller x GN reader) What thread count was it that encouraged Joel to hop in bed in such a state? For my personal file. 👀

He sees you by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader) This writer will tell you she just loves words. I would argue that the words love her in a unique way that makes you see the things. 💜

16 x dance by @trulybetty (Tim Rockford x reader) I pictured him dancing with the reader in his trench coat. @secretelephanttattoo (El) is to the holsters as I am to the trench coat. 🤣 In my mind.

Quiet Moments Collection by @secretelephanttattoo (various Pedro characters x reader) It’s the small instances that you think don’t matter, that are the most meaningful.

Plus One by @always-andromeda (Frankie Morales x fem reader) Always a fan of two idiots in love, even with their spat.

A Strange Fate by @youandmeand5bucks (Silva x fem reader) Two people who came together because of life circumtances. Are they really satisfied?

A Beskar Valentine by @firstofficerwiggles (Din Djarin x female reader) Awesome username, it makes me giggle. Din will be ten steps ahead and still fifteen behind when it comes to matters of the heart. My guy is an overthinking champion.

Seven by @lokischocolatefountain (Javier Pena x reader) A simple discussion about children leads Javier to a drastic solution.

To be Explored Later by @legendary-pink-dot (Frankie Morales x fem reader x Santiago Garcia) aka Ms. Curls if ya nasty! 😘 Somehow I missed the gem of a sandwich. How the reader was able to think about anything is beyond me.

Red Light Glow by @missredherring (Lucian Flores x fem reader) This man has me and @rhoorl keeping track of his silk shirt and gold chain. We would accept his call. The guilt would go away too quickly if we felt it at all. 😌

Incarnadine by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar x fem reader) This Pero has me swoon with his care toward the reader, his love of baths (I just want him to soak and relax - he's been earning coin!), and his word choice. This is another person that words appear to favor. 💜

Not like I fangirled over these writers this week or anything 👀

What on the docket for this week Nerdie?

Part three of the Javi G summer romance

Maybe...Roc & Doc part three I don't like sitting on finished parts but then I whine about having no motivation for the next part. 👀 I make no sense.

March is toward the end of the week so my March Spring Prompts will start! I scheduled the first six days I think. I got anxious about getting behind (which isn't the point of doing them but anxiety doesn't care) and did some in advance. I like how they're coming along and that they're short. Unlike this update. 🤣 They won't have summaries, but will have warnings, tags and notes.

And because I hear series and I think "I should start another one!" I decided to write an Ezra series. How did I happen upon our favorites prospector/scoundrel/reluctant father figure? I've been reading works by @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj and @magpiepills

Ezra intimidated me because of his language, but actually, I think I'd get along with him because he puts on a persona with a great deal of performance. It's the audience's job to figure out if you're serious or not. Or at least that's how I approached him. 🤨 This could go badly. I stuck him on the bayou with an air boat and I want him to cook gumbo. *full delusional achievement unlocked*

Special shout-outs to @connectioneverywhere and @soft-girl-musings for sending me lovely asks this week.

Also to @inept-the-magnificent who called Tim Rockford her sidepiece and I am still very tickled. 🤣

This update was long 🤗 Hehe

Love Nerdie ❤️

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

🌿 = 18+ content 🟢 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: 🌿 In Command (Captain Rex x OC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde Vacation (Hawk x gn!Reader) by @rinwritesfics The Chase by @kimiheartblade (art by @mire-draws-things) The Ties That Bind Us by @saggitary

The Bad Batch: 🟢 (TBB S3) The Plant Prowler of Pabu (Crosshair x gn!Reader) by @dystopicjumpsuit 🟢 (TBB S3) The Phee Fall Manuever (Tech x Phee Genoa) by @eclec-tech The Only Exception (Captain Howzer x OC June Kiore) by @starqueensthings Magnetic Pull by The_Absent_Minded_One (AO3) Art of War by moxibustion (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: 🌿 Biscuits and Beskar (Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu) by @marierg

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Endless Blue Skies by SquidWonder (AO3) Stretching Out Your Arms to Something That's Just Not There by SquidWonder (AO3)

Batman: Butler, Father, Assassin, Spy by cabezas_de_vaca (AO3) The Birds: Hatching Family by @oceanera12 Come One, Come All by @incogneat-oh

Young Justice: A Collision of Masks by movaz (AO3)

My Hero Academia: By Any Other Name (Dabi x Hawks) by @satelliteblue

Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Matchmaker of Your Dreams (Miranda Gardiner x Sherman Yang) by TheAmazingMaddy (AO3) Longing to Linger (Clovis x Pollux) by hehkhatea (AO3) It Feels Like We Have the Same Wounds by lingeringlucidity (AO3) The Clew Chronicles! by IzzyInk13 (AO3) Weezl's Riordanverse Drabbles by WeezlBot (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Frog-O-First Battalion by @mwolf0epsilon Commander Fox Art by @nikscribbles 🌿 Jesse Art by @for-the-sake-of-color Captain Rex in Casual Clothing by @saga-ordsmed Aayla Secura Art by @ddeck Girls Night by @cobaltbeam

The Bad Batch: The Bad Batch Art by @eso-terrors Tech Art by @local-cryptid 🟢 (TBB S3) Behind the Mask by @gorlicberd Crosshair Art by @clonemedickix 🟢 (TBB S3) Hunter and Crosshair Art by @queddadraw Hunter Art by @corukant

Rebels: Rebels Comic by @tyquu

The High Republic Series: Avar Kriss Art by @nataliabdraws

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series: Modern Day Elain and Azriel Art by dudledudlesss (Instagram)

Critical Role: Space Pirate AU Fjord Art by @phi-guy

GIF Sets:

Rebels: Ezra Bridger Beowulf GIF Set by @gizkalord

[joelslegalwhre]

! this isn't sorted by character, sorry I'm lazy.. :')!

istg I'm the most confused girlie out there and I forget about my #want to read tag all the time, so this tbr shelf can be not only mine but your place to find new fics if you see anything you think sounds good!👀

If you decide to read a fic (any fic) don't forget to leave the author a reblog or comment! Supporting the creators is to show them love!💜

your heart, a sonnet - Author!Joel Miller x F!Reader by @kedsandtubesocks

incomplete - Ezra x gn!reader by @alwaysmicado

butterscotch orange - frankie morales x f!reader by @undercoverpena

waiting game - dbf!Joel x Reader by @gutsby

hating game - dbf!Joel x Reader by @gutsby

chamomile - Dieter Bravo x f!reader by @tightjeansjavi

i wonder if you stopped his world like you did mine - frankie morales x f!reader by @chronically-ghosted

meet me in the back - sleazy gas station clerk!joel x fem!reader by @atticrissfinch

i didn’t know you smoked - steven grant x reader by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

best of both worlds - mando x f!reader by @thefrogdalorian

do the right thing - Postoutbreak! Joel Miller x Pregnant! Female Reader by @joelsgreys

the sweepstakes series - porn star!pedro boys x f!reader by @katareyoudrilling (her whole masterlist tbh)

sex on fire - ceo!joel x f!reader by @macfrog

are you ever dreaming of me - dave york x f!reader by bestie @janaispunk

From Eden - AU Pirate!Joel Miller x Mermaid f!Reader by @tightjeansjavi (her whole masterlist bc Gi's writing is amazing😭)

know better - daddy!marcus pike x fem!reader by @ezrasbirdie

Divide my legs like a mathematician - Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader by @joelmillerisapunk

You wanted this masterlist - fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader by @alwaysmicado

iron and charcoal - pero tovar x f!reader by @chronically-ghosted

The Outlaws - Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader by @mothandpidgeon

buckles and barley (masterlist) - Rancher! Jack Daniels x Ranchhand! Reader by @penvisions

For The Love Of Horror - Dieter Bravo x Horror Lover by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist

Daddy Travel Diaries (masterlist) - Soft daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader by @joelmillerisapunk

Moving Day - dbf!joel x f!reader by @medellintangerine

Light The Flame - mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader by @yeollie-plz

I'll update this list as I find new fics I want to read, and remove fics I've already read. I'll try and post monthly fic rec lists, where you can find all my "already read" fics from this list! <3

main masterlist

[galaxyedging]

A little Halloween visit to my Pedro Boy motel.

Agent Ortega x f!reader, The Thief x f!reader

(My Ortega and Reader from Trust and my Thief from New Year's Eve.)

WC:3.9k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Cum eating. Blow job. Literal magical sex. Blood and gore.

Summary: The motel usually makes dreams come true. On Halloween, things get even more magical.

Part of And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Halloween Weekend

Mrs Lord pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Her eyes were beginning to ache from going over paperwork. It just so happened that Halloween fell on one of their Fantasy Weekends and she was determined to make it memorable. Everything had to be perfect from the themed mocktails to the costumes, oh boy, would there be costumes. The thought of the guys all dressed up was almost too much. The clients would go nuts. Almost entirely lost in her vision she didn't realise that she was being watched. Something was stalked through the house towards her. It took its time, keeping its footsteps slow and gentle so as to not make a sound. It was only when it was right by her paperwork covered bed that she saw it

"I vant to suck your blood. Blah!" The creature announced as it pounced on her.

"Maxwell!" She playfully admonished. "You'll crumple my paperwork!"

"Sorry, Mi Vida. I just can't help it. You look good enough to eat." He managed to get out around his fake fangs.

"To eat, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

That's how Max in his leather posing pouch and little black cape came to be face down between her legs for the next half an hour, thankfully minus the plastic glow in the dark fangs, while she deliberated over the food menu. Once she was satisfied in more ways than one, it was her turn to suck.

"Pathetic fallacy." Ezra mumbled as he looked out of his window.

Gregor lifted his head from the book he was reading. "Huh?"

"Oh nothing. It just seems like the weather has decided to join us in the festive mood. There's a storm coming in."

"I'm going to check the storm shutters just in case those clouds don't blow over. We've got enough food and water if we get cut off. Can you check the radios are all charged and handed out?" Joel asked Dave as he checked his tool box.

"Were you a survivalist in a past life?" Dave ribbed his friend.

"Something like that." Joel muttered heading out.

"Mrs Lord, I took down some of your decorations outside. If the wind picks up it'll rip through them like a tornado in a trailer park." Jack deposited the gathered decorations on the desk.

"Thank you, Jack." Mrs Lord gave him a half smile. It was all she could give him with the stress this weekend on her head.

Everything had been fine, all but one guest had checked in. All the preparations were complete. Then the sky started to darken. The weatherman had called for clear skies, it was unnerving to see anything but. With their location they had prepared for situations like this. They had a backup generator, emergency supplies, they were in a good position should the worst happen.

Mrs Lord let out a steadying breath. "It'll be fine."

Lightning flashed across the sky, it was almost lost against the lights of the reception room. The accompanying thunder was definitely lost against the sounds of the party in full swing. Almost all of the guests were happily paired with a partner for the night. Din, in his Knight costume, had a woman on each arm. Ezra in his best Pirate Captain threads had accepted a client. Oberyn was dressed as a god in golden robes, much to Dieter's delight, who was dressed, fittingly, as a housecat. His 'costume' consisted of a black jumper, black sweats and cat ears. It was almost as half hearted as Jack's Cowboy costume, which consisted of his normal clothing. Even Joel had put in a bit more effort with his pale face paint and neck bolts. He figured Frankenstein's Monster was fitting for him.

As the pairings filed out, ducking under the awning to hide from the driving rain, Maxwell noticed a guest, dressed in old wild west clothing, standing with both the Marcuses.

"Gentlemen." Maxwell greeted them. "What seems to be the problem?"

Pike spoke up "It seems that Mr Ortega here was booked in with Max Phillips but he's nowhere to be found. My client is missing and Moreno's was a no show."

Max thought for a moment. "I know we have one no show. So where is your client? And Phillips?" Max Phillips may be a brash jerk but clients liked him well enough. He always left them in a euphoric daze as they checked out. He didn't mix much with the other employees but he was a busy man. He worked in the city by day and spent his evenings working at the motel. Beyond that no one really knew much about him.

Maxwell did know that Max was very professional and had never missed an appointment. "Let's go look for him."

The short leather skirt creeping up her thighs was definitely out of her comfort zone.

"Come as you aren't night." She reminds herself as she hurries along to the party that she is late for.

Stopping once again to pull down her skirt, a voice from behind you makes her jump. "I think it looks great."

Spinning around, she found the voice's owner leaning in a doorway. His long legs crossed at the ankle as he leans against the frame. Taking in how strikingly handsome he is, she hopes that he's that man she's here to meet.

"Marcus?" She tries.

"And you would be…?" He holds out his hand.

For a second she wondered why he wouldn't already have her name, since the host assured her that he had discussed her desires with Marcus and set everything up for her. Maybe he didn't give him her name to protect her in case she backed out, she reasons. Giving him her name she shakes his hand.

"Come on in." Giving her an easy smile he leads her into his room.

Once inside, Marcus is a little more forward than she expected. His thick fingers dig into her thigh and scalp as he pins her to the wall. His lips don't leave hers until she's breathless. All her insistence on taking things slow was rapidly flying out of the window and into the storm beyond. There was no hesitation left in her when his fingers hooked under her panties to move them to the side. With the first swipe of his fingers across her now throbbing clit, she decides that she wants him now.

Taking a breath to gather her courage she manages to say the word that's been hidden in her fantasies. "Daddy, please make me come."

Marcus lets out a deep chuckle as his fingers breach her, stretching her in the most delicious way. "Don't worry, Sweetness. Daddy will make you come hard."

Marcus made good on his promise, his fingers pumped in and out of her relentlessly until that spot inside her couldn't take anymore. Her walls clenched around him, pulling his fingers in as he pulled her in to kiss her neck. He kisses and suckes on her pulse point so hard that she knows she's going to have marks later. He only stops to lick his fingers clean of her cum before returning to her neck and sucking harder than before. No, not just sucking, biting.

A scream cut through the air. It wasn't unusual to hear screams echoing around the courtyard. It was unusual to hear one so clearly blood curling.

"That came from upstairs!" Pike called before taking the stairs two at a time with Ortega hot on his heels.

The two men had been in the courtyard trying to sort out alternative arrangements if Max Phillips wasn't found. Pike was sure Oberyn wouldn't mind some more company for the evening. Ortega politely entertained the idea but Pike could see he seemed pretty set on Phillips. He thought this odd for a first timer but maybe Mr Ortega was just a man who knew what he wanted.

Pike ran down the narrow balcony zeroing in on the sounds of a struggle.

"You bastard!" A woman screamed before the door to the next room flew open. Out sprinted Max Phillips, the lower half of his face covered with blood. Pike was about to chase him when he saw the woman holding her neck, the red of her tank top darkened.

Ortega ran past "I've got him."

Pike had no other choice than to let the other man handle it as he administered first aid while waiting for Kyle. Joel had given the paramedic a call after hearing the commotion.

Once the woman was safely taken down to the small medical room, Pike tried to make sense of what he'd seen.

"He bit her?!" Moreno was stunned even with the evidence in front of him.

"It looks like." Pike sighed, still in disbelief.

"Was that some sort of kink he had? Did he take it too far?" Moreno mused out loud.

Pero had joined them when he heard the fuss. He muttered something under his breath in Spanish that only Moreno caught.

"You can't be serious." Moreno huffed a laugh. "A vampire?"

"We never saw him in the daytime. Or saw him eat or drink. His clients always checked out acting rather peculiarly. I have travelled to many places with such myths and seen things that I cannot explain."

Before either Marcus could react to Pero, a man approached them from the shadows. "Your well travelled friend is right. You have a vampire in your midst."

The man was very well dressed. He had on a white dress shirt, fastened with an expensive looking pair of cufflinks complimenting the even finer watch on his wrist. He wore a black bow tie that matched his vest in colour. Black dress pants and designer shoes adorned his lower half and the outfit was completed by a leaf pattern embroidered overcoat.

"Forgive me. I am Señor Ladrón. I have been searching for your vampire for a while. He had left quite the trail of victims." The man informed them as casually as if he had just told them to expect rain.

"Well, you found him. What do we do now?" Joel stepped out of the first aid room, closing the door behind him to give the recovering victim some privacy.

"We kill him." Señor Ladrón stated simply.

This seemed to be a good enough answer for Joel who simply nodded. Pero seemed satisfied too. Both Marcus's had seen some weird things during their time in law enforcement but a vampire would be pushing it. Nevertheless there was a bad guy on the loose and it was their job to stop him. The men paired off. Joel with Pero, Pike with Moreno. Señor Ladrón excused himself to gather some equipment from his car.

"Do you think we should be letting him walk around here by himself? The guy thinks vampires are real." Moreno asks Pike as they make their way through the motel.

"Max is my biggest concern. I'll have Din go check on our visitor." Pike edged his way around to the part of the motel that was under development.

The only light was the glow from the well lit side of the motel, the full moon and the occasional flash of lightning. Even Pike had to admit with all the vampire talk and it being Halloween night, the whole setup had him a little rattled. A little. That must be why he could have sworn for a second that he saw a light on in the last room on the block, even when they found it completely empty.

The cloaking spell worked perfectly as you watched the Chef and Superhero take a look around the room before walking off the way they came.

It didn't take much to lure the vampire into a trap. It was thirsty in more ways than one, so with your blood pumping and all that flesh on display, how could he refuse to follow you into one of the rooms that were closed for refurbishment. The spell you had cast on the room took effect almost immediately. The well-dressed vampire swayed on his feet. With a little support from you, he made it to the bed.

"What the fuc…?" Was all he managed before he was out like a light.

Studying his profile in the light of the full moon you thought it was a shame to kill someone so handsome. "Sorry, Gorgeous. I promise it's for a good cause."

Straddling him, you pressed the tip of the cedar stake to his chest lining up it before preparing to raise it. A flash of lightning was followed by the boom of the door being kicked open.

Ortega ran into the room, grabbing the stake in your hand. "Carrying out the ritual without me?"

"Just like you tried the last one without me." You snatch the stake back.

"I was going to include you but you seemed a little preoccupied."

"For the last time. That was a business dinner!"

"He didn't seem to think that. Even when I made it clear to him."

"What? That's why he reneged on the deal!"

"If he couldn't handle a six shooter aimed at his balls, he had no place in business."

A scream of frustration left you. "Aren't you bored of this?! A hundred and fifty years we've been at this. You betray me. I betray you. One hundred and fifty years and we're still both so stubborn that we can't trust each other. We can't love each other." You feel the weight of your words slip from your shoulders.

Ignacio Oretga usually presented an intimidating front unless he needed to turn on the charm. There was exactly one person and one person only who could bring out the soft demeanour he took on now. "Darlin', there hasn't been one second of the last a hundred and fifty years that I haven't loved you. Now trust is another thing entirely…" he grinned.

"Don't laugh at me." You pout.

Ignacio leans in to kiss your bottom lip poking out. "I'm not laughing at you. I would never!"

"Yes, you would!" You grin back at him, your fingers fiddling with his lapels. "I love you, too."

The first kiss between you in a decade sparks the old fire between you. The reason for you being in this motel is nearly forgotten as Ignacio lifts you as close to his body as he can. He's eager to refresh his memory of your body against his.

"Wait, My Love. We need to finish the ritual or our hundred and fifty years end here."

Ignacio's fingers lace between yours around the stake. "Allow me." He slips the wood from your hand.

Ignacio lines the stake up just as you did and prepares to raise to deliver the killing blow. Just as it had with you, the door bursts open. A familiar figure is back lit by the lighting outside from the worsening storm.

"Thief." You spit in its direction.

"Oh, I'm so much more than that." He laughs. "For example, tonight I'm a trader."

"What is it you want to trade?" Ignacio's eyes narrow on him.

"The vampire and the secret to securing a few more years of life for you both, in exchange for allowing me to feast on the energy from the ritual."

"But we have the…" You trail off as you see that the vampire is gone and all that remains on the bed is a faint mist. The potent tang of magic settles on your tongue.

"When you say 'feast on the energy'...?"

Ignacio presses, keen to get rid of your uninvited guest.

"It's simple. To increase the longevity of the ritual you must make love in the blood of the creature rather than just bathe in it. I simply wish to watch and feed off your passion." The Thief sat himself in a chair at the end of the bed as if the whole thing was a done deal.

"You're an Incubus?" You wonder aloud.

"Among other things." His brown eyes glint red with amusement.

Turning to Ignacio, you could see him weighing up the deal.

"We've done more exotic things in bed." Your lips quirk up at the memory. "Prague."

"Hmm. California in the 70's." Ignacio smiled, stepping closer his hands finding your hips as if he was engaging you in a dance.

"Amsterdam." You swayed to the old melody supplied by your memories.

"So we are in agreement?" The Thief snapped his fingers and the vampire reappeared.

"Yes." You say in unison with Ignacio.

Neither of you so much as glance at The Thief as you let muscle memory take over until the two of you are naked. A wispy tendril of red mist winds its way to you from the hand of The Thief. It licks up your bare skin increasing the sensitivity of every nerve it touches. When it pushes between your legs it almost brings you to orgasm in an instant. Ignacio seems similarly affected as his cock flushes red and weeps.

"Just a little gift from me. For being so gracious in accepting my offer." The Thief undoes his belt as he speaks before cupping the large bulge below it.

Ignacio presses a single kiss to your bare shoulder, it's enough to make your knees weak. With shaking hands the two of you manage to wield the stake. The weight of the two of you tumbling into bed pushes the stake into the vampire's heart. An explosion of thick, crimson blood covers you as you sink down into the bed. Ignacio is inside you before you know it, filling you with his cum as your convulsing body milks it from him.

The Thief moans in contentment as he strokes himself through his clothing. "Again."

The tang of copper rolls over your tongue as Ignacio kisses you. It takes only a fraction longer for the two of you to come this time. Your heels dig into the meat of his pert ass as you draw him deeper. His warm release drips out on the bloodied sheets below. He seems to have even more for you than usual.

"Again." The Thief groans as he starts to stroke his now bare length.

Ignacio fights through the fog of his mystical arousal to position you where he wants you. He now has you on all fours. After all these years there is still something primal about spearing you on his cock from this angle. He manages to last a little longer this time. Enough that he gets to enjoy the arch of your back as he pulls on your hair and the jiggle of your ass as he smacks into it. His cum gushes into you as he stutters out a groan. Each climax feels electric. He wants to fuck you over and over. Not just because of the spell but to make up for lost time. How had he been so stubborn as to miss so much as a day with you?

Gripping the bed frame you try to compose yourself as the last orgasm fades. Each one hits like plunging into the ocean. It hits hard before consuming you in its depths. Making the mistake of looking up you see The Thief with his head thrown back in pleasure. His hips chase his hand as his fucks into his fist. The sight of him so freely chasing his pleasure has you coming again.

Ignacio's hand lands firmly on your ass cheek. "I forgot my naughty girl likes to watch. Thief!"

The Thief still carries on jerking his cock as he acknowledges Ignacio.

"Why don't you join us? My wife has a very talented mouth." Turned on by his own words, Ignacio Jackrabbits into you hard until he comes again.

The Thief moves with inhuman speed pressing the tip of his cock to your lips before you realise he even left his chair. "Would you like a taste?" He strokes your cheek gently until you open up for him.

The precum gathered on his slit is like nothing you've ever tasted before. You find yourself sucking and bobbing your head in earnest just to get more. When Ignacio starts snapping his hips into you from behind, the force causes you to gag on The Thief's swollen head. The sound makes Ignacio throb inside of you. His wife choking on a cock while he fucks her from behind prompts another load of his seed to fill up your warm cunt. The warmth of him triggers another orgasm from you. Whatever this magic is, you want more of it. Not just for the sex but for how your husband feels inside and against you. Ever touch is heightened. You couldn't get any closer to him than you are right now. It soothes the ache in your heart from spending years without him.

The Thief utters something in an unrecognisable language as you swallow around him. He then pulls out with a slick pop. "I will still let you have a taste but I'm afraid I might be too rough while I chase my end."

The Thief proceeds to wrap his hand around his thick girth.The noise of his balls slapping against his fist while he groans deeply is enough to even affect Ignacio. Flipping you over, he mouths at your blood soaked tits. Sucking on each nipple until it aches. Each suck and bit builds another climax it only takes his fingers pressing to your clit for you to achieve it. You watch in fascination as Ignacio's cock spurts another load across your thigh without even being touched. Running your fingers through it, you greedily stuff them in your mouth.

"I've missed you so much." You pull your husband in for a kiss that evolves into a slower pace of love making. Slower, but no less satisfying as you both come twice in each other's arms.

The laguid, comfortable satisfaction that The Thief drinks down reminds him of his own love at home waiting for him. He's almost full and his cock aches for release. He starts to withdraw his magic from them. It's harder than he anticipated as they were already so much in love and lust. He finally does so as Ignacio has his wife's legs spread wide in the air to thrust impossibly deep inside her. Reaching out, he grips her ankle to steady himself as he prepares to finish himself off. He's so close, he can feel the heat in his spine. Looking down, he watches Ignacio's thick cock splitting his wife's tight pussy open. Her folds glisten with both their releases. Her puffy, pink cunt looks throughly fucked still it pulls her husband's cock deeper. He can feel their love and passion fueling the spell. The magic in the air ripples over his skin, his nipples tighten just before his balls do. His fist works incredibly fast to pump his overdue spend over the face of the beautiful woman underneath him. As he covers his face, her husband paints her insides. The scream that rips from her leaves her mouth open to catch The Thief's seed. She rides out her climax on his husband's cock while licking The Thief's cum from around her mouth. The Thief thinks that he got the better end of the deal. As the heavy energy in the room lifts, The Thief prepares to leave.

All the years you'd seen the man as nothing more than an annoyance. Someone who turns up now and again when your agenda's crossed. Now you were seeing just how powerful he was.

"Wait. That was…" All coherent thought leaves your brain as you look up at your husband practically glowing. Your eyes trace a bead of sweat from his forehead down the curve of his beautiful nose before dripping onto your bare chest.

The Thief chuckles. "If you think I know how to celebrate Halloween, wait until you see how I celebrate New Years."

Author's Note: I had a completely different vibe planned for this one but I'm just so happy to have finished something after going through a dry spell.

Tags: @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass @mandoloriancookie @faceache111 @elegantduckturtle @manazo @simpingcowboy @pedrit0-pascalit0 @yourcoolauntie @pedrostories @geekrenaissance @its-nebuleuse @sherala007

[cosmicbug379]

Across the Sea

Character: Pirate!Ezra (Prospect) x Pirate King!Reader

Rating: M (I would like to include smut in future chapters, but this my change)

Warnings: None so far!

A/N: HELLO! I’m here with the AU no one asked for because that is just how I roll! I’ve been watching Pirates of the Caribbean and I wanted to write a Pirates!AU with Ezra because I thought it would be fun so here we are! If you don’t like this, I literally don’t need to hear about it. This is honestly super self indulgent and I don’t care because if I don’t write for me I won’t write! SO! Here we go. This is also going to be multiple chapters. At present I don’t know how many chapters because I never know what I’m doing, but that’s just the fun of it I guess! Also thank you to @landlockedmermaid77​ for being wonderful and reading and editing this for me! Love you babe! 

“Well, well. What have we here,” you said, walking down the steps. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I thought you left when you killed my brother and stole all that gold. I never thought you would dare come back here.”

Ezra looked at you and stood a little straighter. “Well I’m nothing if not daring, little bird.” 

He was trying to soften you up by calling you that. It’s what he used to call you before he murdered your brother and then escaped. You couldn’t show weakness, not here. Not in front of your crew. Showing weakness is not how you became the Pirate King. 

“Indeed you are. Now what are you doing here?” you asked.

“Can we speak somewhere privately?” he requested.

You thought about it then nodded. It would be better to speak privately anyway. You didn’t need your crew to see how this man affected you. It had been years since you had seen him, but your heart still sped up the moment you had realized who it was. 

You led Ezra into your cabin where the others wouldn’t be able to see or hear you, and you stood across from him. 

“Why are you here, Ezra?” you asked, lowering your voice.

“I wanted to see you again,” he replied.

You laughed, “I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t come all this way just to see me, not now that you have all that money and that fancy title. You couldn’t leave the sea long enough to enjoy your stolen wealth, though could you? I thought you wanted to be somewhere on an island, rich and fat and sending men out to kill more pirates and take their gold.”

Maybe you were a little bitter. He had promised he would never leave you and then he had done just that. You hadn’t heard from him in years, and his departure had hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

“I’m sorry I left,” he whispered, stepping closer to you. “I was told by your brother that you had been murdered by Roberts and his crew. When I found out that Thomas was the one who surrendered you to Roberts, I killed him. I didn’t know you were still living until I heard from a drunk who came to port that my little bird had become the Pirate King.” 

That made you pause. Thomas had never approved of Ezra, and he had never hesitated in letting the two of you know that. He said Ezra was too soft; that he wasn’t a good pirate. He read too much and used too many fancy words. You hadn’t cared; you had loved Ezra, still love him. You couldn’t let him know that yet. 

“Why would my brother tell you I was dead?” 

“I imagine it was to keep me from searching for you. That man always hated me. It’s no wonder he wanted to keep us apart,” Ezra said, taking another step closer. “I went after Roberts before departing, as well. But by the time I got there he had already met a rather unpleasant end.”

“He deserved it,” you spat. “He was a vile creature, and I’m glad I killed him.”

Ezra smirked and nodded, “I’m inclined to agree with you, little bird. I only wish I had known you were the one who killed him. What was left of his crew was most unwilling to give me any information.”

Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he really thought you were dead, and that’s why he had killed your brother. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was the truth. Thomas was a pirate too, and pirates aren’t exactly known for their honesty. 

You were walking towards him, and hugging him before you could think about it. You had missed him, and you were happy to finally be in his arms again. He’s holding you like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear, and you can’t bring yourself to be upset about it.

“My brother was an idiot,” you told him. “I’m not sorry you killed him. His First Mate told me you had killed him when he tried to stop you from taking his gold. I thought you were just being selfish, and I had resigned myself to the fact that you really were like every other man I have ever known. I never should have trusted him either. But I should also thank you. If it wasn’t for my brother giving me to Roberts and you killing him, I never would have become Pirate King.”

“I’m sure you would have become Pirate King, little bird. You’re a very clever and stubborn woman,” he said with a smile.

“Perhaps,” you said. “Now why are you here, Ezra? You didn’t just come back to see me.”

He sighed softly and nodded. So he did come here for something. Part of you hoped maybe he had just come back to see you, but it was never that simple with Ezra.

“I need your help finding the aurelac gems.” he said in a rush. 

You looked at him like he had just told you he was the Queen of England. 

“The aurelac gems are a myth, Ezra. They aren’t real; they’re a bedtime story for children. There’s nothing to find.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I met a man on my travels who says they definitely exist, and he even gave me a book that tells us how to find them,” he said, pulling a small leather bound journal out of his bag.

“Ezra, you can’t seriously believe what that man told you! They don’t exist. We can’t find them and return them to the ancient goddess Amphitrite, Queen of the Seas, and have her grant us a wish.” you were starting to get upset with him. How could he believe a man who was obviously lying to him?

“They do exist, little bird. And I can prove it.”

Before you could ask how, he dropped a bag on your desk. You hesitated then opened it and almost gasped. Inside was a gem unlike any you had ever seen. You took it out and examined it carefully. 

“It’s true,” you whispered. “Where did you get this, Ezra?”

“The same man who gave me this journal. He found the first one, but regrettably he was killed before he could finish his task. So I’m going to finish it, and I need your help. I can’t do this alone,” he said.

You wanted to go with him; you wanted another adventure. Being Pirate King had its perks, but you wanted to explore again. The Brethren Court wouldn’t be called again for who knows how long. You could help him find these gems and then find the goddess. All you needed to do was land in Tortuga and take only a few of your trusted crew members with you. Just enough to sail the ship. You made your decision. 

“Well you won’t have to do it alone. Where do we start?”

Tags: @rzrcrst​ @landlockedmermaid77​ @pascalisthepunkest​

[hrk-fic-recs]

This this this this and this!!!!

Omg it amazing, I'm in love with it already. Sign me the fuck up, lmao

If I could, I would more than love to be tagged in this!

hoist the colours

Seeing as MTW is coming to an end soon (💔) I’m now introducing a new series which will start after its end, with our beloved Ezra.

FANTASY AU. Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean and my desire to be a pirate and/or mermaid. 

Summary: Surely speaking a panicked “Parlay!” to the weathered men ransacking your home of its priceless treasures meant safety, protection. So why were you getting dragged into open waters on an adventure with their devilishly handsome Captain and his young ward? And why did he keep looking at you like that?

Pairing: pirate!Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT AHOY—18+ ONLY. There’ll be swearing, kidnapping if you wanna get technical (no Stockholm syndrome), violence, a bit of gore/descriptions of injuries and blood, mermaids killing men, pirates killing pirates, sword fights, Ezra being a charming bastard, Cee being a badass, dash of angst and lots of love.

✨ Please let me know if this is something you are interested in and would like to be added to the tag list!

!TEASER BELOW THE CUT!

Keep reading

[insomniamamma]

Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I'm hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There's only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee's best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy's favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

         "You did this on purpose."         "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and--"         "You don't have a right hand,"         "Let's go back to the reception desk," says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations."         "Errgh," you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm.         "We shove off in three cycles," Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins.         "I don't wanna go back down there," you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line." You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception.         "You sure?" Asks Ezra.         "Yeah," you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. "Look at the size of this thing. It's, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade."         "They're overbooked," says Ezra, "We're paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if--"         "No."         "No?"         "Kevva, Ez, we're both adults," you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding."

        Your suite has a real, honest-to-Goddess shower with a generous 15 minute timer. You scrub as fast as you can and then just let the water hit you, let the pressure pound on your tense back muscles until the chime sounds and the water cuts off. You towel off and dress, soft clothes you sleep in, and pad out into the main room. Ezra is reading, face far off and serious, and you just look at him for a minute, illuminated in the warm lamp-light, absorbed in his book, little furrow between his brows and then he looks up, all knowing smirk and dancing eyes, he's caught you staring.         "Your turn, Ez," You say and turn your face away. Kevva. This man. You've been trying to keep things professional, but it's a losing battle. His flirtations make you flush, but he's never tried to push you, never tried to leverage the fact that it's his name on the ship's title, that you signed a contract, that you are junior-most crew. You feel safe with him. And, from your limited experience in the fringe, that is a miracle in itself.

        Ezra sets his book aside and heads for the bathroom. You peel the sheets from the other side of the bed and settle in. There's a media player bolted to the wall, but you just want quiet. You switch off the lamp on your nightstand (we both have lamps, we both have a nightstand, how weird is that?) The sheets feel deliciously cool against your skin. To be clean and sleeping in clean sheets...if Heaven isn't like this Kevva's got some answering to do.         Ezra sings in the shower. You're barely awake and you smile. Ezra can't carry a tune in a bucket, singing fringeling songs and reels, stories of mercs and pirates and ghosts and you drift off to the sound of him, the sound of the water running.

        He sees you soft and loose and asleep. No rail-gun, no body armor, no thrower under your pillow. Your face slack, snoring slightly. You've kicked out of the blankets and lay curled as if chilled.         "Hey Artichoke," he murmurs, pulls the blankets up and tucks them around you, "Let's get you warm, yeah?"

        Ezra wakes. Bleared red numbers of the clock saying that this is still the deepest ditch of local night. Ezra is warm and confused. He feels you pressed against him, your chest to his back, an arm hooked around his middle, your legs entwined with his. You've sought him out in your sleep and folded yourself around him, your breath slow and steady against his nape. Ezra's eyes prick with tears. He can't remember the last time he's been held like this. He's had lovers. He has payed for sex on the less reputable Benches of the Great Arm, but for someone to hold him? For someone to touch him without payment, without trying to press some advantage, gain some kind of leverage, without priming him for the inevitable backstab?  He is overwhelmed. He tries to wriggle away from you, but your arm just tightens around him.         "...fixed the transponder," you mutter against his neck, "told you we didn't need...told you..." He pats your arm and relaxes against you.         "Okay, Artichoke, okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

        You wake enfolded, Ezra's good arm wrapped around you. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the slow sussurration of his breath, the snores that catch in his throat and turn to murmurs, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You've tucked yourself against him in your sleep. Your hand rests on his sternum. Oh Kevva. What are you doing? You go rigid.         Your first impulse is to wrestle out of his hold, take one of the blankets and install yourself in the recliner that you wouldn't let Ezra take, but part of you wants to stay right here in the combined warmth of your bodies, feeling his breath, his heart, his calloused palm spread against your shoulder. You shift, making the smallest effort to pull yourself away and his arm tightens further, a low, sleepy chuckle reverberates through his chest.         "Hi Ez,"         "Hi." He strokes the pad of his thumb along the exposed curve of your shoulder.         "I'll get up," you say, even as he shifts and cups the back of your head in his palm, tucking you closer.         "You don't have to," he says, voice rough with sleep. This gesture pricks at your heart. Coming up on Falnost has made you hard, guarded, there has been precious little gentleness in your life, pulling rocks out of the parched ground since you were big enough to lift a shovel. Learned to fight and shoot to chase water-thieves from the homestead. He strokes the back of your head like one might pet a skittish cat and your heart squeezes.         "Ezra?" You hate how small your voice sounds, you hate the uncertainty you hear there, "Are we okay?"         "Of course we are," he says, "Why wouldn't we be?"         "I wrapped around you like a Bueller's world python and I did it in my sleep-"         "The wrapping was mutual-"         "You're not mad or uncomfortable or anything?" He laughs again, gentle huff of breath against the crown of your head.         "Mad about waking with you in my arms? The day I'm mad about that you can just shoot me in the head and send me to Kevva because I will surely have lost my ever-loving mind." You smile against his skin and relax some, your hand unfists and you curl your arm around his soft belly, feel his breath hitch.         "Tickles."         "Sorry." You feel yourself drift, skirting the edge of sleep. He is warm and solid and you let yourself relax against him.         “This feels...safe..." you say, so close to sleep that you're not sure if you've said it aloud or if you've just thought it. And you're not sure if you hear his response or dream it, one word. Always.

        "She's late," says Ezra.         "We still got a sixteenth to button up and board,"         "Still," says Ezra, "Yon freighter will leave with our pod wether we're strapped in it or not." You see Cee and Kit, trailed by Kit's parents, weaving through the crowd. Cee is beaming, her blonde hair has a brilliant streak of blue, and Kit has a matching streak in their hair.         "Hey guys!" Cee hugs Ezra and then hugs you.         "How was your shore leave, Little Bird? I like the fancy hair."         "Isn't that cool? We've got matching streaks," says Cee.         "It's semi-permanent," says Kit, "We'll pick a different color next time!" You have to smile. Cee looks revitalized. Three cycles spent with her friend, just doing normal kid things has been good for her.         "Check this out!" says Cee and pushes a laminated drawing towards the two of you. Ezra makes a show of looking carefully.         "I recognize you and Kit," he says, "I am not familiar with these other people, though."         "They're from The Streamer Girl, dumbass," says Cee, "Here's Clo and Reive and Lily and Auri. See? Kit put us right in the story." Ezra gives Kit his best smile.         “You drew this? You are very talented." Kit smiles big.         "Thanks!" says Kit, "I'll put you guys in the next one! Maybe you could be professors at Bowsun Academy or something."         "I look forward to it," says Ezra.         "Time to go, Cee," you say and Cee and Kit exchange one more enthusiastic hug.         "Later fringeling!" Calls Kit.         "Piss off, stationer!" Cee calls back. Ezra curls his fingers around yours and squeezes. Cee tells you all about her three cycles with Kit, the movies they watched, the Real Food they ate. How Kit's little brother wanted a blue streak in his hair too and Kit's parents said no and how mad he got. I wanna be cool like Kit and Cee.         "I told him he's got plenty of time to be cool," says Cee, "And he told me that I don't understand how the world works. He's like, four." Ezra laughs.         "Wise for his years." Says Ezra. And the three of you fall quiet. You find the pod much as you left it, towed to the Polly Jean and clipped in, transferred by the station's tugs. You settle in and do a full systems check. Calling out the checklists and making sure everything is good for transit.         "What are you guys so happy about?" asks Cee.         "Whatever do you mean?" asks Ezra.         "You been all smiles since I hit the dock," says Cee, "Both of you. Did we score a really good job? Did we win the Puggart Bench lottery or something? What aren't you telling me?"         "That," says Ezra, "Is for us to know and you to endlessly speculate about."         "Hmph," says Cee.

Tagging: @oonajaeadira, @grogusmum , @honestly-shite, @writeforfandoms, @ladyvengeancesposts, @the-blind-assassin-12

[thesoftdumbass]

take my hand, wreck my plans

Ezra (Prospect) x reader, pirate AU

word count: 2,990~

warnings: piracy, mentions of death and murder (because pirates), swearing in general, no Y/N

summary: With Cee now on The Queen's Lair, there are adjustments to be made and conversations to be had.

my masterlist | previous

You learn that, while she doesn’t have a lot of possessions to her name, Cee takes care of what she’s got, carefully packing her few belongings into a sack to carry with her over to the Queen’s Lair and into her new life. One of these items being the book you found on the captain’s desk, the red leather cover embossed with the title “The Streamer Girl.” After Cee gathers the bag of her only earthly possessions, she faces the door and stands with her back straight, and you can guess that she’s gathering the courage to leave her old life behind. It’s only a few moments before she takes a deep breath, walks toward the door and opens it, striding into the hallway that leads to the steps above deck. 

You’re trailing behind her as Cee leads you out of the captain’s quarters, and before you make the turn onto the stairs leading above deck, you catch the eye of your Captain. Nodding silently, you’re able to communicate that the girl is coming with your crew and is doing so amiably. He nods in response and knowing him so well, you can see the glimmer of appreciation in his deep brown eyes. 

As Cee and yourself make way up the stairs, you stop for a moment to look behind you, catching sight of the Captain’s back as he makes his way into the office to finish what he started. Reaching the deck of The Harvester, you take the lead, ushering Cee across the gangplank over to The Queen’s Lair. She steps onto the deck of her new vessel, a long sigh drooping her shoulders minutely before she turns her attention to you, a neutral expression replacing the forlorn one from moments ago. 

“Well,” she says, taking a long look around the pirating vessel. “Where will I be staying?”

You lead Cee into the pantry, closing the door behind yourself and leaning against the wall while she takes in the space. “This is where we keep most food supplies, obviously,” you say, gesturing to the stacks of crates and barrels of mead. “Most of the crew sleeps further below deck in a communal area, but since I spend most of my time in here, I tend to sleep in the corner there.” You use your hand again to point to the hammock swinging lazily in the corner of the room. “You’re welcome to use it while you’re with us, and I can join the rest of the men through the night.” 

At the apprehensive look that crosses her face, you amend that statement. “Or I could always find some more blankets and make a pallet on the floor. Never know when we might need two sets of hands manning the kitchen.”

A flash of relief shows on Cee’s face and you think, briefly, how scared she must be that the thought of sharing a room with a woman she barely knows and only met today, is better than sleeping alone. You find it best in situations like these to go about business like you normally would, so you step away from your post against the wall and toward where you keep your personal items as you keep talking. 

“I can take you around later to get a better idea of the ship, but right now, the crew are carrying cargo back and forth, so walkways will be a little clogged.” You shrug out of your jacket, the heavy leather doing its best to give you heatstroke below deck, and leave it on the wall hook until it’s needed again. You turn back around to face Cee and catch her observing your clothing. Men’s breeches with a linen top to keep cool, and an obvious lack of a weapon’s belt. 

Cee leans her bag of possessions against the wall of the cabin, pulling herself into the hammock to sit facing you. After drawn-out silence, Cee’s curiosity gets the best of her. “How did you find yourself here?”

“Here in this moment in the pantry, or on the ship?” You’re deflecting and she knows it, raising a blonde eyebrow in prompting. There’s a stack of crates by the hammock that you use to hold your personal belongings and extra supplies for the ship, and you make a seat out of them as you hesitate to answer her. “It’s a complicated story.”

“Whose isn’t,” she asks rhetorically, leaning back on her elbows with a shrug. 

A knock sounds from the doorway and Cee flinches, surprised, but the captain’s voice reaches you from the other side of it. “May I intrude for a moment?”

You look to your companion for confirmation, and at her nod, call out for him to enter. He closes the door gently behind him, walking a couple of steps into the room but leaving plenty of space for comfort, before addressing the girl. “In all of the…excitement earlier, we were not properly introduced. My name is Ezra, I am the captain of this here vessel. We will assuredly need to have a conversation later about what steps you would like to take next, but for as long as you need, you are safe aboard The Queen’s Lair.” She nods, her eyes meeting the captain’s briefly. “You’ve also got a hell of an arm, I have to admit.”

Amusement- and possibly pride- show in her expression, and this time when she makes eye contact with the captain, she holds it. “My name is Cee.”

“It is a pleasure, miss Cee, though the circumstances are unfortunate at the least.”

You watch as Cee draws back into herself, eyes taking another trip around the room and landing anywhere but on the two people in her company. Ezra takes this as a sign to move on, turning to face you more directly. “Moony, could we have a word above deck? There are some details about the safety situation-”

“You can speak in front of me,” Cee asserts quietly but with underlying strength. “I’m not a child, I can handle it.”

The captain nods, though the polite smile on his lips doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Very well, birdie. I was going to tell Moony that I’ve had a discussion with the rest of the crew. Our people tend to respect boundaries, but I’ve made it understood that the same rules apply to you as they do to Moony and the other members that do not fit the…archetype of a seaman. If you are approached in a threatening or inappropriate way, or if someone puts their hands on you in a way that is not welcome, the culprit will answer to me…that is, after Moony is done with them.”

A huff of a laugh escapes you, a murmured “if there is anything left,” and you see a small smile crack on Cee’s face.

“Alright then,” the captain claps his hands together once to dismiss this impromptu meeting. “I’ll let you get settled in. I shall see you both in a little while.”

The sun is near set as you make your way above deck on your nightly walk, and it’s near the bow of the ship that you encounter your captain. He sidles up to you as you’re enjoying the view, standing at your side as the ship rocks you both peacefully. You feel his eyes on you eventually, can sense that there are words on his tongue, and look away from the now-dark sky to meet his eyes, a small “yes?” entering the air around you.

There is slight hesitation on his part before he averts his gaze, walking a step or two up to the wooden railing and placing his hands upon it. “How is our newest member adjusting?” he asks, running one thumb over a divot in the wood there.

You think of your walk with Cee around the ship, giving her a feel for her new accommodations. Think of how afterward, while you prepared supper, she sat nearby and listened as you chatted lazily, mostly telling inane stories about the crew. How eventually, she started to respond to more than direct questions, breaking down a wall slightly and making non-verbal sounds to show that she was listening, even asking a few questions of her own. A smile, almost wistful, if a pirate can be considered as such, graces your lips. “She seems to be settling in well, given the circumstances.” The captain hums lowly, acknowledging your answer with a nod of his head, as you continue. “She’s been through so much change in one day, though, so I thought it best to give her the room for a while. What better time to take a stroll?”

He chuckles softly at that, sending a look over his shoulder that sings of fondness. “It wouldn’t be The Queen’s Lair without the queen taking her nightly walk,” he remarks. 

A not very queen-like snort leaves you and you step up to the railing as well, sending a nudge into his side with your elbow. “I am no royalty.”

“Indeed, you are not,” warm brown eyes seek out your own, the unreadable emotions in them holding you there. “You are m- our Moony, and in my humble opinion, well…you’re even more important.”

Words escape you at the sincerity behind his words, and you can only manage a soft “thank you, Captain,” in response. Your eyes drift down to the sea, before being drawn to your hand being scooped up by his own broad one.

“You need not always call me Captain, my gem.”

“I know, Ezra,” is your near-silent reply. Letting the quiet consume you for a few more peaceful minutes, you watch the waves roll by as the captain’s hand, the one which is not cradling yours, comes up to rub circles across the back of your knuckles.

Once the sun is fully set and the moon is high in the sky, Ezra turns back to face you, breaking the silence. “Billy Bones has been keeping an eye out for you and the girl,” he mentions, “making sure no-one tries anything.”

You hum, taking in the information. “I doubt anyone will.”

“Even so,” the Captain insists. “He has volunteered to patrol through the night to make sure that your room stays clear. I told him that I would inform you of his intentions and see what you think is best.”

You nod, eyebrows drawn down as you think. “He doesn’t need to walk the corridors while we sleep,” you say, but pause. “Tell him to rest close by, though, just in case he’s needed.”

“I’d better let him know, then,” says Ezra, releasing your hand with one last brush against the back of it. 

“I’ll get back to Cee,” you murmur, watching his movements. With a polite smile, you take a step back from him and mentally shake yourself out of the moment. “Have a good night, Captain.”

A huff of breath leaves Ezra, his head shaking in fond exasperation at you continuing to use his title. “Sleep well, Moony.”

Opening the door to your pantry, the flickering candlelight shows that your young companion has fallen asleep, and you notice as you step in that her eyes appear puffy from crying. Not that you’ll mention that to her tomorrow. It only takes a few minutes to make your bed, arranging your extra blankets into a semi-comfortable sleeping pad before you lie down, blow out the lone candle left burning, and settle in for the night.

When you wake next, it’s to the sound of the rest of the crew changing shifts from night to morning, the creaking of floorboards alerting you to the activity nearby. Stretching out the kinks from sleeping on the ground, you eventually make your way into a sitting position to find Cee still asleep in your hammock.

“Hey, kid,” you croak out, your voice not yet warmed up. Sitting up on your knees and shuffling a few feet to the edge of the hammock, you reach a hand out and let it rest on Cee’s arm which is hanging over the edge.

“No!” she exclaims, waking with a start, her right hand reaching over to wrap fiercely around yours which is still on her.

“Hey, hey,” you repeat softly, trying to soothe the startled girl. “It’s me, it’s Moony.”

“Moon-” she starts, her eyes finally registering where she is after having been awoken suddenly. “I, I’m sorry,” she says, her hand releasing you, and you both ignore the crescent moons left behind on your skin from where she had dug her nails in. 

“You’re okay,” you intone, hoping she understands the double meaning laced there. “I’m about to start breakfast, I wanted to see if you wanted to come along or stay here and sleep a little longer.”

“I think I’m fully awake now,” a humorless laugh accompanies her words before an embarrassed smile creeps onto her face.

You finally stand, your knees protesting the exposure to the hard wood beneath them. “Good. You can make yourself useful, kid.” You’re grateful for the small genuine smile that Cee gives you, pulling on some shoes and heading into the kitchen for breakfast.

Cee peels potatoes to fry while you put together a batch of cornbread, the two of you working in comfortable silence. It’s while you’re cleaning up from the meal, your hands in dishwater as she wipes down the counters, that the captain comes to greet you both and asks to speak with her. 

“I’m almost finished here, if you’d like me to accompany you?” You’re careful to phrase it as a question, and you’re glad you did when she shakes her head, sending an assuring smile your way.

“I’ll be okay, Moony. I’ll find you after?”

“Of course,” you say, turning back to your task.

“After you,” Cee gestures for the captain to go first and he does so, leading her to his office. She sits opposite the desk from him, meeting his gaze, his eyes appearing tight with discomfort.

“I thought it time you and I had a discussion about the future,” he pauses, “and the past.”

Cee nods, silent for a few moments as she looks away, expression thoughtful. “Was it you?”

Ezra takes a deep breath in. “If you’re asking if I’m the one that-”

“Killed my father?”

The rest of his breath exhales on a sigh, the sound tired and a little regretful. “Then yes, it was me.” Cee nods, already having accepted the probability. “I was unaware that you were on board The Harvester. The crew and I, we try to accomplish these things with minimal casualties, but it doesn’t always work out that way. I know,” he reaches a hand out, another gesture of peace, as his voice comes out with an edge of trepidation. “I know that excuses will make you feel no better, and I dislike having a part to play in how your life was upended. But unfortunately…the past cannot be changed. It is up to us, up to me, now to try and make things right in any way that I know how.”

Cee finally turns her gaze back to the captain, her eyes hard and jaw set in anger. “You’re a killer,” she says, tone hardened.

“I know.” Ezra’s shoulders slump, resigned to her judgment. “We’re all alone in here, there’s nothing stopping you from seeking vengeance. I wouldn’t blame you for your actions, either. But,” he says slowly, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the desk meaningfully, “If I am left to live another day, I will try to find a place where you feel like you belong.”

The fire in Cee is extinguished, and she shrinks to look smaller in her seat. “I don’t belong anywhere.”

Ezra’s brows draw up in surprise at the shift in the girl. “Surely you do. If you have family somewhere, we can track them down and-”

“I don’t,” she interrupts, shaking her head. “I don’t have any family left. My dad was the only person I had.”

The quiet in the office is tense, as though at any moment the whole room could shatter. With this information left to stew in his mind, Ezra’s thoughts are left to be uttered from his lips. “You and Moony share a common history.”

“Really?” Cee asks after a moment, voice quiet in the open office.

“Really,” he confirms, sitting a little straighter in his seat now. “Well, since you have no guardians or relatives to account for, and you are old enough, in my opinion, to do so, you will decide what happens to you.”

“So…you’re not going to leave me stranded on a desolate island?” Ezra is taken aback by her words at first until he registers the dry humor in her voice and in the uptick of one eyebrow.

A chuckle escapes on his next breath. “Not unless that is truly what you desire. Although,” the corner of his lips lifts in amusement, “I’ve no clue why you would.”

“Is…is it okay if I take some time to consider my options?”

“Yes, birdie, that’s just fine. But, we are touching down in Nassau in five days’ time, so if you would like to stay on the island or use it to jump to another port, you may want to know before then. We don’t stop there but every few weeks.”

“Okay,” she nods, standing from her seat. “I’m going to think about it. In the meantime, I told Moony I would find her after you and I talked.”

“Of course,” Ezra stands as well, walking to the door to open it for her, and pointing her to your most likely position. With a small amount of weight off his shoulders, Ezra closes the door behind her and sinks back into his seat, blowing out a breath. He can’t undo the past, that much he knows, but he’ll do his damnedest to protect this girl who’s just fallen into his care.

If you like my fic so far, please leave a comment or reblog and let me know what you liked about it to give me the inspiration to continue. Thank you so much for reading!

Everything tags: @greeneyedblondie44 @kickingitwithkirk @mad-girl-without-a-box @feelmyroarrrr @rosie-posie08

Pedro Pascal tags: @aficwhore @annathewitch @trickstersp8

Lost in Your Current tags: @fuckyeahdindjarin

[fave-fanfic-for-now]

Masterlist

Din x Ezra x Fem!reader

Where Do I Belong Series*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (in progress)

I Never Pegged You for the Type*

I Never Pegged You for the Type - misc. chapter between 5-8

The Mandalorian (Din)

You’re Buying Me New Clothes

You’re Buying Me New Clothes

Don’t Move Series*

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

Pt. 6

Pt. 7

Pt. 8

Pt. 9/Epilogue

Glosse Plant*

Glosse Plant

Damage of a Mark*

Pt. 1

Pt. 2 (in progress)

Please Don’t Leave Me

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

I’m Bored*

I’m Bored

I’m Yours*

I’m Yours

Hostage*

Hostage

Trapped Below

Trapped Below

Three Bounty Hunters*

Three Bounty Hunters

I’ve Never Done This*

I’ve Never Done This

I Bought Us Something*

I Bought Us Something

Mando vs. Gen z

Mando vs. Gen Z

Shark Week

Shark Week

You’re My What?!*

You’re My What?!

Let’s Play, Kitten* - Sub!Mando

Let’s Play, Kitten

Come With Me

Pt. 1

Part 2

It’s an Ultimatum

It’s an Ultimatum

You’re Grounded

You’re Grounded

He’s With Me

He’s With Me

Owe, What The Hell?!

Owe, What The Hell?!

Because I Didn’t Want To Do That To You!*

Because I Didnt Want To Do That To You!

I’m a Different Jedi

I’m a Different Jedi

Willow

Willow

I’ll Do It

I’ll Do It

I’m Her Padawan

I’m Her Padawan

I’ll Take Care of You*

I’ll Take Care of You

Ezra

Finding Ezra*

Pt. 1

Pt. 2 (in progress)

A Marks Disappearance*

A Marks Disappearance

A Curious Affair*

A Curious Affair

I’ve Always Loved You

I’ve Always Loved You

I Want to Try Something*

I Want to Try Something

Well F****

Well F***

Let Me Hold You*

Let Me Hold You

You’re a Goddess*

You’re a Goddess

He’s My Mentor

He’s My Mentor

Javier

Stay Still*

Stay Still

I’m in Control*

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Hula

Hula

I Look Like a Pirate*

I Look Like a Pirate

Stress Relief*

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Screw Him*

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

The Lingerie Stay’s On*

The Lingerie Stay’s On

I’m Jealous*

I’m Jealous

Phone Sexy*

Phone Sexy

Strangers in the Night*

Strangers in the Night

Liam

The Cleaner’s Fun*

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Drabbles

I Left Them Behind

WIP

sub mando vibrator torture

sub!mando plug

come with me

gen z

genz or come with me

sensory overload

Din baby daddy

din and boba meeting

Jack ‘whiskey’ Daniels in a mrs & mr. smith fic

pedro fic

fighting self harm fic

smutty blindfolded reader fic

Mando who can’t flirt and causes s/o to laugh all the time

damage of a mark pt. 2 - mando

How’d I Get Here - ezra

WDIB ch. 9

Finding Ezra pt. 2

Ao3 Account

*means smut

[brandyllyn]

oh my god i would give my first born child for Ezra + Unexpected Virgin 🥵🥵🥵 either way would be great tbh but the thought of a steamy make out sesh with sexy eloquent space pirate ezra, leading to him stammering “yes, well, um, about that, i’ve never actually-” i would simply nut in my pants (and then fuck his brains out ofc) !!!! thank you so much dearest, whether you get to this one or no <3

So I was going to do the 'Ezra is the unexpected virgin' inversion when I first saw the ask - but the whole point of this exercise is to fill the prompt in a way you don't expect so I had to be even more creative. Hope you still like it.

Ezra x f!reader Words: 1.8k Rating: Mature. Very spicy.

"You are familiar with the new arrival from the Ephrate? Employed in the medical facility?"

You sighed, staring into your gruel before looking up to meet Ezra’s eyes. "Yes, I saw her."

Ezra lifted a leg over the bench and sat, brows furrowed in thought. "It just so happens that I secured an evening with said lady."

"Good for you Ezra." You were pretty sure your gruel just moved and frankly that was taking up all of your concentration.

"It is indeed. I have only one issue."

"And that is?"

His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "I may need a slight bit of guidance."

Your eyes shot up to him. "In what?"

Eyes darting around furtively he leaned closer. "My lady has never known the touch of a man."

"Doesn’t drive stick? Good for her."

Ezra glared. "I mean, she has never known the touch of anyone. Not in a carnal way at least."

You snorted. You were trying not to laugh. Really you were. "And you want me to help you talk her into it?" Your answer was no, in that case. If this woman wanted to be involved with Ezra he could do it himself.

Ezra ran a hand through his hair, disturbing the light blonde streak. "She is… amenable to my charms. I just worry… I’ve never been with someone as untouched."

"Ah," you stabbed your fork into your gruel. Whatever was in there was certainly dead by now. "And what do you need me for? I’ve never been with a virgin either."

Ezra looked around furtively. "Keep your voice down. And I wouldn’t expect that you have… I was rather hoping you might have some… advice. From your own experiences."

"Are you…" Your eyes darted around and you leaned closer. "We’re not having this conversation here. Meet me in the arms depot in an hour."

You didn’t clean yourself up in advance of meeting Ezra. You didn’t. Yes, you washed your face but you always did that. And maybe you changed into a clean shirt but that was something you always did at the end of the day. You liked the feel of clean fabric on your skin at night.

The airlock startled you out of your thoughts. Ezra entered, closing the door quickly and then removing his helmet. He stripped his suit off quickly and hung it next to yours near the door. Raising an eyebrow he gestured at the small stools and you quickly joined him by the work table.

"I do appreciate you taking the time for this," he said softly. "It has been quite an age since I have had this sort of opportunity."

"I caught you fucking that guy from ops behind the tool corral just last span."

Ezra glared, "I have had my chance to engage in encounters as I see fit. But they were use and use alike. This is not… it has been a long time since I had the need to gentle my hands." He paused and you saw his eyes tighten. "I have considered if I still know how."

You couldn’t help but look at the hands in question. Large, scarred, roughened by years of work. There was a slight bend in one finger, testament to a badly healed bone who knew how long ago. You swallowed. They were nice hands. Hands you had thought about on more than one lonely night - but Ezra had never looked at you that way.

"What-" the word came out a croak and you anxiously cleared your throat. "What were you planning on doing?"

He blinked and leaned sideways, resting an elbow on the table. A small smirk tugged at his lips. "I was not aware you would need a refresher on the mechanics of such acts."

You rolled you eyes, turning to hide your face from how flustered he got you. "I mean… you said you were going to, uh, gentle your hands. So why don’t you tell me what you normally do and I’ll just point out places you might want to be… gentler."

He titled his head like he was studying you before he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well I usually start with a kiss."

You swallowed. "Kisses are good."

He nodded slowly. "I might secure my hands into the person’s hair and tilt their head just so," he mimed the motion with his hands and your eyes locked on them. "A neck is a glorious thing is it not? For tongues and teeth."

"Maybe not teeth," your breath was shakey, the words barely making it out. "I mean, that early. A lot of people like that but it might… scare her off."

His hands dropped to his lap again and his shoulders hunched. "I see."

"It’s not a no!" You were quick to reassure him. "But I’d test the waters first."

Nodding he made a small frown. "After that… I am generally concerned with undressing as much as is necessary for our consummation."

"Oh." The syllable lingered in the air. "Yeah, that would be… fast. For someone’s first time."

"You see my concern," he sighed, leaning back on the stool. "I know a thousand ways to bring someone to completion with my tongue and hands - but that’s only if I can gain access to their most private areas."

A thousand? You gulped. You knew of maybe six, tops. Eight if you were a little liberal with your definition of completion.

"Ok," you said it more for you than him. "Ok. Well first, this isn’t going to be some quick fuck out behind the tool corral. Take your time, go someplace quiet."

"I had considered the possibility of my tent."

"That’s … good." Out here in the Reaches, inviting someone into your tent was an intimate act. It was the only place that was truly yours - and its borders were jealously guarded. He must really like this girl. "Private and a horizontal space."

He nodded.

"As far as… all I can really say is take your time. You sound like you know what you’re doing… just do it to places you might not expect."

Oh Kevva, please let him not ask questions.

"Such as?"

Fuck. "Well," you held you arm up, turning it over to show the inside. "This area is very sensitive. It gets ignored a lot but you can-" You cut yourself off because Ezra had reached out and taken your wrist with one hand, the fingers of his other lightly stroking up your forearm.

"Here?"

"Yes," you squeaked.

He watched you thoughtfully, slowly dipping his nails into the crook of your elbow. You shuddered and he made a slightly pleased noise. "Any others."

"Well you already said the neck but-" Oh prophets he was stroking your neck now. How were you supposed to think? "But also the inside of the thighs - not there but the lower parts - that can be a deeply erogenous area."

He hummed softly, moving to stroke just above your knee. "Like here?"

"Yes."

You could feel every one of his fingers through your compression leggings. If he moved any higher he was going to know exactly how much his hands were affecting you.

"It seems to me," he said conversationally, "that a woman’s entire body is an erogenous zone." You nodded and he hummed again. "Fascinating."

"So is a man’s."

Ezra’s hands paused and you met his eyes. "Pardon?"

"So is a man’s. It’s just… there’s so rarely enough time to… I mean it’s not like it usually takes much so there’s not…" you were babbling and you bit your lip to stop yourself.

"Fascinating." You nodded. You didn’t know what else to do. He was still stroking his hand on your thigh. "Are there any other secrets of the female form I should be aware of?"

"They’re not," Kevva would he stop that? "They’re not secrets, just… knowledge."

"Knowledge I fear I have been lax in acquiring."

"You know a thousand ways to bring someone to completion," you pointed out. "This is probably superfluous."

"Never." Suddenly he moved away from you, his hands slipping into his pockets as he stood and backed up a step. "I thank you for your help in this matter. It was quite… enlightening."

"Of course." When had it gotten so hot in here? "Anytime."

Anytime? You kicked yourself when he left, turning and dropping your forehead to the workbench. Anytime? What kind of lame ass response was that?

You groaned and stood up. Maybe you could find a reasonably attractive man to rail you behind the tool corral.

The next evening’s gruel looked exactly the night before, only a slightly more beige shade of green. You contemplated it thoughtfully, wondering if this one would move too. When it didn’t you cautiously dipped your spoon into it.

"I have a new puzzle for you, if you have the time."

Ezra slid onto the bench across from you, hands folded neatly in front of him.

"If it’s your first time with a Klaxxion go for the knuckles. They love that."

He blinked and then grinned. "I shall keep that in mind. No, I have a different issue I was hoping you might assist me with."

Kevva when had you become Ezra’s sex therapist? "Ok."

"There is the lady I have an interest in."

"Another?" That might have come out a little judgmental but… "I hope you were at least up front with your friend last night. All things considered she might have had some expectations."

Ezra glared. "I have not partaken in the nurse’s delights. She is no longer of interest to me."

"Wow, you’re fickle."

He glared again. "As I was saying, I have an interest in a particular someone - and have for quite some time - but I have been unclear whether my interests were reciprocated."

"Have you asked?" you pointed out. "I find most people in the Reaches are pretty okay with being upfront."

"I am asking now."

You froze, eyes on the gruel. It was moving. Not that that seemed to matter. Your eyes met Ezra’s. "You are?"

"I have, from the start, believed that you have no interest in my attentions. But after our… interlude last eve I feel I may have been mistaken." His fingers drummed on the table and he looked away. "If I was correct in my assumptions I promise to leave you to your meal. You have been a friend to me and I would not want to lose that for-"

You launched yourself across the table, pressing your mouth to his and thrusting your tongue inside. He caught you, holding you close, meeting your tongue with his. When you broke away he leaned his forehead to yours.

"I believe I am reading this situations correctly now?" You nodded and he smiled. "In that case would you care to come to my tent? I have learned some things about the human body I am positively eager to put into practice."

Inverted Tropes Masterlist

[beskarberry]

Zenith

Solisequious, Chapter 4

(Cyborg!Ezra x F!Reader with last name) [+18]

Outside the bulkhead the roar of the pirates was getting stronger, and soon the deadbolt began to glow with molten heat as the assailants fired on the door. Tillie and Fiona were strong, fierce women, but the pirates had you outnumbered three to one. There wasn’t a chance in hell you’d come out of this alive.

<-Previous Next->

Rating: Explicit

Word Count 7.3k

Content warnings: Treachery, misogynistic slurs, humiliation and shame, canon-typical violence for Prospect, blood and implied death, hostage situations. Sexy things: Ezra talking, male masturbation, teasing.

A/N I took some liberties with this part of the story, this chapter serves more to set up the last two(?) chapters with the switch from being TP centric to Prospect-centric. Ezra is a fucking dick and I hope you want to slap him as badly as I do after this!

You don’t entirely remember how you got back to your hammock, but that was where you woke up, feeling wonderfully warm and relaxed. Sleeping peacefully in the crew quarters with an ever-rotating watch had not exactly been easy for you -even the tavern’s patrons didn’t stir up as much of a racket as the Flatulent did- but for once you’d slept like a log.

Waking up in the soft Ethereal light that filtered through the overhead deck grate, you sighed and stretched, feeling every muscle tense and relax from your rugged hands to your overworked elbows. Tension slipped from your shoulders and chest muscles, sliding down your arched spine and rolling right out your legs in a wonderful wave, finishing the stretch out with a final crack of your ankles and oh did it feel good; but one bodily ache still remained:

The one between your legs.

Ezra had done quite a number on you if the subtle flutter in your core was anything to go by. The cyborg’s scent still clung to your body, rich and smokey, decadent in its simplicity. Quiet as a mouse you snickered to yourself with the unfamiliar butterflies in your chest that were only ever mentioned in the diaries of school girls, often embellished with little hearts and circled initials. Dreamy sigh. You wiggled your hips, cautiously in the persnickety bowl of the hammock lest you flip the bitch right over, but sliding your thighs past each other made Ezra’s cum squish between your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He’d be dripping out of you for days.

Though privacy wasn’t a huge concern since all your non-human crewmates didn’t really get your anatomy anyway, you still glanced around the sleeping quarters to make sure there were no open eyes before fishing a panty liner out of your rucksack to put in a fresh pair of undies. Better than having it drip down your legs all day, but you would still get to secretly enjoy the marking of Ezra’s conquest.

Hair a mess, you rolled out of your hammock, avoiding someone’s tentacle hanging down from the bunk above you as you did. You pulled your boots on and fixed your shirt and hair, then turned to grab your jacket from the hook as you usually did, only to find the peg empty.

Your slow-before-coffee brain did a hot double take, making you paw at the empty space a couple times before registering that it was, indeed, empty; and suddenly your world crashed to a screeching halt.

The aurelac.

Shit.

You’d kept it on you after giving Captain Fiona the map, sequestered away in the inner zipper pocket, and more than once mistaking it for one of Ezra’s cookies. Trying not to give away your panic, you glanced around the crew quarters, thinking maybe someone was using it as a blanket or somehow it’d ended up in the laundry, but your veins spiked with adrenaline when you didn’t see it, turning your guts sour when you remembered where it was.

Galley. It’s in the galley.

Ok, you work in the galley, just… go get it. Don’t make it weird. You’re just… going to get your coffee and start your day. You’re totally not making the walk of shame back to collect your clothes from where you let Ezra fuck you on the kitchen counter.

You watched the toes of your boots almost all the way to the galley, trying to hide your embarrassment without tripping. When you reached the kitchen you swallowed around a dry tongue, mentally preparing yourself to face your... coworker? Boss? Mentor? Trainer? Friend?

Boyfriend???

You could dwell on nomenclature another time. Lucky for you, Ezra was nowhere to be seen, though that was suspicious since the Captain usually took her breakfast around o-eight-hundred sharp, which was right around the corner. Maybe he was waiting for you? Better hurry then.

Glancing around the empty kitchen, you tried to remember where he took you, and you felt your ears light on fire when you saw the smear on the counter top that streaked down the cabinet and pooled on the floor and oh fuck that’s your cum.

Super.

You’d have to clean it in a moment, the aurelac was more important. Off the edge of the counter was a stack of crates and barrels, pushed away from the wall just enough that your jacket had been able to slip down behind them. Full of kitchen stock, they were too heavy to move, which meant if you wanted your jacket, you were going to have to climb back there and get it.

What a phenomenal start to your day.

You got up on the counter, trying to keep your knees from getting cummed-stained as you did. Reaching into the space behind the crates, your fingers juuuust barely brushed the black leather, and you almost dislocated your shoulder trying to stretch a few extra inches. You leaned further over the hole, so damn close… almost… almost…

-THUD!-

The sound of the deck hatch crashing closed from the other side of the galley startled you enough that you fell ass over teakettle into the narrow space, but at least now you had your fucking jacket. You struggled to un-wedge yourself, and just as you were about to call out to whoever had closed the trap hatch, you heard the tell-tale hissing of your least favorite crewmate, freezing you solid in your confines-turned-fortress.

“We’re wasssting time, we need to act now! They’re vulnerable, weak and afraid without that damn lizzzard, I sssay we take the ressst of them out before-”

“We move when I say we move, you overgrown lobster, and not a minute sooner. You’re not the one in charge here, Skarn, or did you forget that already with that little stunt you pulled with Mr. Bolt?”

You covered your mouth to hide your gasp, though really you shouldn’t have been all that surprised by Skarn being the true culprit in Mr. Bolt’s untimely demise. You gritted your eyes closed when you heard Ezra’s mechanical clamp squeezing the life out of Mr. Skarn, the familiar crack of an exoskeleton resounding sickeningly through the galley.

“Disobey my orders again, and I’ll personally see to it that you join him!” Ezra threw the massive arachnid across the galley, the chitinous beast slamming hard into the stack of crates you were stuck behind, sandwiching you even harder against the wall, but you kept quiet lest your staccatoed breath drew anyone’s attention. You heard Mr. Skarn’s skittering steps as he pulled himself to his feet.

“You’re not fit to give ordersss, human. You’re losing your edge, and we know it…”

-snick-

“I’ll give you a fucking edge, Skarn. I’ve been meanin’ to try out a new crab chowder recipe.”

You recognized the sound of Ezra’s hidden cutlass snapping out, but the bug-eyed beast only laughed. “You don’t ssscare me, Green, in fact, methinksss you’ve gone a little… sssoft.”

“Care to test that theory?”

“Don’t have to. I’ve ssseen how you dote on the cabin girl… Heard it too.” You didn’t have to see Mr. Skarn to hear that ugly sneer of his coiling like a serpent around his words. The sight of a big, meaty claw going by over your head made you recoil further into your nook, and the sound of the chitin dragging over the counter set your teeth on edge. “For a cabin girl, ssshe sssure doesss leave messsesss lying about. Next time you ought to make her lick it clean.”

Hushed murmurs echoed quietly in the galley at Mr. Skarn’s presented evidence, and you felt your guts turn to bile at the image of everyone’s eyes on your cumstained counter. From the other side of the galley you heard Ezra growl.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good, you crabheaded lunatic. I’ve been keeping that little bitch occupied to keep’er off our trail, and if that means I have to fuck ’er brains out from time to time to keep 'er quiet then so be it. Needy little whore practically begged me for it, and if choking on my cock’ll shut’er up from time to time, I might as well indulge myself. But if you think some mediocre pussy is going to distract me from finding the aurelac queen, then you’re more of a feebleminded imbecile than she is.”

The crewmates snickered, obviously enthralled with Ezra’s show of dominance, but behind your wooden fortress you were nearly sick to tears. He’s been using you.

Somewhere outside the kitchen the sound of a whistle blew, and excited hollering summoned the pirate crew away, their hurried steps thundering up the stairs, leaving you in agonized silence. You unfolded yourself painfully from behind the stack of crates, barely checking your surroundings as you stumbled to your feet, too heartbroken to care. You didn’t love Ezra, but you’d trusted him. You’d befriended him, and as you took a handful of unsteady steps, your legs prickling with pins and needles, your soaked cunt maliciously reminded you that you’d fucked him too.

Like the needy little whore that you are.

“There it is! Bakhroma, dead ahead!”

Ezra pushed his way excitedly though the bodies of his crewmates to get a better view, nearly falling over the railing he was hanging so far off it. The sight of the bright orange planet sitting in a swirling nest of nebulous Etherium fog made his chest swell with joy, his heart flying higher than a Calypsian kite when the little green moon that orbited the gas giant swung around into the sunlight; a glittering emerald ripe for the taking.

He looked around the assortment of creatures he called companions, and was disheartened to find you missing. Must still be asleep. I should grab her a coffee, oh and I might have some porpfruit biscuits left over, she seemed to really like those.

Ezra’s heart sang a happy tune as he thought about waking up his precious little starling with a warm cuppa and breakfast in bed. It was a strange thought, wanting to take care of another wasn’t usually his style, but today was too good a day for overthinking. Instead he imagined how you looked in the mornings, your messy hair and wrinkled clothes, the bleary slow blinks followed by a long, drawn out yawn and oh did his heart flutter. With everyone above deck, he would have the crew quarters with you alone, and maybe he could sneak a kiss or two while he was there.

Hm… better make it three… or four…

He whistled his way back to the galley and sauntered down the steps, but halfway down his odd little tune fizzled out when he caught the sight of… you.

In the galley.

The galley with only one door.

And that meant you must have been down here already when…

Oh no.

“Starling mine…” He cooed, taking the remaining steps down the stairs, his broad frame blocking out the daylight and throwing the kitchen even further into shadow. “We’ve arrived at our destination, isn’t that exciting? Why don’t you come above deck and we can enjoy the view together?” He reached for you, his iron digits seeming to stretch just a bit further than normal, but you recoiled with disgust, fighting the urge to bare your teeth.

“Sure, Ez, let me just grab myself a drink first.” You picked a ceramic mug off the counter, running your thumb over the smooth glaze, contemplating your escape. “Those biscuits you made are a little dry, and I wouldn’t want to… choke on them.”

Ezra swallowed hard, the bitterness in your voice giving away all you knew, and he knew the jig was up. He’d been dreading this moment for longer than he realized, the moment he had worked so hard for was now something that churned bile in his stomach, because in order to achieve his goals, you would have to be out of the way.

And now you knew too much.

“Apologies, love.” He purred, tucking his arms behind his back while he swaggered closer to you, manually rotating his prosthetic hand into its casing and swapping it for a blaster, but even that wasn’t enough to muffle the click of the hammer being pulled back. He saw your ears perk and your eyes go cold, and he was struck by the feeling of being face to face with a cornered animal. “Must have minced the recipe.”

“Yeah, I think you did.”

Oh how well he recognized that flash of your teeth, that rabidity boiling just below the surface of your lovely face, and he knew there was no other choice for him but to put down this animal that he so adored.

“Maybe you should have taken a closer look!” You lunged, smashing the coffee mug violently into his bionic eye. He roared in pain, stumbling back and tripping over his own peg leg, crashing hard into the stairs as you flew past him, narrowly missing his iron grip.

Half blinded, Ezra clawed up the stairs, squinting through the blood and hydraulic fluid leaking over his face to see you sprinting full bore for the Captain’s quarters, his mutinous plans crumbling around his ears as you disappeared behind the bulkhead.

Lurching to his feet, the cyborg pierced the Ethereal dawn with an ear-splitting whistle, summoning the attention of his crew. “Change in itinerary, lads, we move now!”

“Fucking pirates, I should have known!” Fiona hissed, slamming a plasma cartridge into her blaster. “They’re not taking this ship without a fight! You know how to use one of these, Doctor?”

The Felinid caught the firearm being tossed to her and flashed her fangs in a wicked grin, checking the sights on the barrel before cocking it. “Mother insisted.”

“Good. Hawkins?” You nodded when you were handed a gun, but even though you were furious, disgusted even with Ezra, the thought of gunning him down in cold blood made your own arteries freeze. He brought this on himself. Fiona handed you the map as well. “Guard this with your life, and stay behind us, we’ll show these outlaws who’s boss!”

Outside the bulkhead the roar of the pirates was getting stronger, and soon the deadbolt began to glow with molten heat as the assailants fired on the door. Tillie and Fiona were strong, fierce women, but the pirates had you outnumbered three to one. There wasn’t a chance in hell you’d come out of this alive.

“We can’t fight them, we’ll never make it. We need to get out of here.”

“And how exactly do you propose we do that, Hawkins?” Fiona’s quadrocular glare tried to wither you, but Tillie looked somewhat hopeful. The only exits were through the back window and out into real gravity, or through the cutthroats outside the door, the latter of which were getting closer to melting the locking mechanism.

“Tillie! What does an Apalonian cliff borer do when it’s threatened?”

“They… burrow?” She quizzened, looking confused until it dawned on her. “They burrow!” She aimed her blaster at the floor and fired a handful of rounds, blasting the floorboards open and exposing the Dawnbreaker’s labyrinthian crawlspaces. “Can we get to the longboats from here?”

The question was interrupted by the bulkhead exploding off its hinges, and behind where the thick iron door had been stood Ezra himself, looking like a nightmare with a smouldering cannon on his arm and smoke curling up and around the bloodthirsty look in his remaining eye.

You caught the quickest flash of bared teeth as you lept through the hole in the floor, barrelling in what you hoped was the right direction. Behind you, Ezra roared at his crew, demanding they follow you, catch you, tear you apart; and the thunder of furious feet rattled the catwalk behind you as you ran.

“Go go go!” Fiona shoved you ahead of her, shooting back over her shoulder with four-pointed precision. Steam pipes hissed their fury, suddenly blasted full of holes, taking their rage out on the aliens caught in the boiling hot water. Horrible, bloodcurdling screams echoed in your wake, but your heart was beating too hard for you to hear.

You ran to where the duct opened above the hold, kicking like a mule until it dropped into the bay. It was with no small irony that you used Ezra’s teachings to ready the longboat, and soon the hangar door was rolling open, promising your escape.

“Starling, leaving so soon?”

Ezra’s twangy drawl drew your line of sight, and you fired without hesitation on the source, putting a nice ventilation hole through his hat. He reeled and fired his own weapon, severing one of the ropes that kept the longboat level and making her lurch to a steep angle. The three of you fell, rolling on top of each other in a heap, but not before you saw Ez reach for the hatch controls, closing the door on you.

Fucker! The door slid closed slowly, and from under the tangle of limbs you thrust your arm high, aiming your blaster for the remaining rope.

And fired.

The rope snapped, screeching as the weight of the longboat tore it through its pulley until it cracked like a whip and dropped you through the half-open door. The stern hit the keel on the way out, turning the hangar into a log flume and shooting you out the ass end of the ship.

A flash memory of Montressor plucked the strings of your brain as you descended in a mad rush to the surface of the little moon, its thick atmosphere tearing at your clothes and eyes. Fiona hauled on the sail lines -a captain to the end- ripping the little vessel from its freefall and taking her place at the helm.

And then you were blasting off. The bright orange gas giant consumed almost all of the sky, outshining the nearest star, but what sunlight you could catch blasted from the rear jets with the promise of a safe escape.

“Captain!! Laser ball incoming!!”

Tillie's warning didn’t come fast enough, and though Fiona hauled at the yoke, the plasma ball struck the mast with force, and you, your friend, and your captain, met Icarus’s fate.

Pain shooting through every inch of your body brought you out of unconsciousness, but your eyelids had never felt so heavy, and for a moment you wondered how hard you had been drinking the night before to wake up so hungover. Achingly, you dragged yourself into an upright position, and instantly regretted it, wincing at the ringing in your ears and the pounding in your skull. Bringing your hand up to try and put yourself together, you found something warm and wet on the side of your head. Sticky, and viscous.

Blood.

From the other side of a blinding haze a voice called your name, and a soft pawed hand took yours from you. “Hey, you’re alright, just a flesh wound. This might sting…” You hissed when Tillie pressed something to your head, but the pain cleared your vision quickly. “Hold this, you’re in better shape than Fiona.” You did as you were told and tried to regain your vision, sighing with relief when the world around you came into view.

You were at the bottom of a thick forest, laying in the furrow carved into the loamy soil by the longboat striking the ground. All that was left of it was a half-shell hull and a scattering of splinters, and not even the best of all the king’s men could put that disaster back together. Above you, the towering, mushroom-like foliage swayed in the warm, gentle breeze, allowing the occasional sunbeam to streak between their colossal crowns and dapple the forest floor in glittering gold. Under better circumstances it would have been a lovely day for a picnic.

You stumbled to your feet, making foal-legged steps to where Tillie was on the ground with Fiona. The regal eagle looked like a pillow that had survived going through the dryer, her feathers ruffled and skewed and red with blood. Her black eyes blinked in slow succession, showing off the dulled orange of her eyelids that had been so vibrant before.

“Doctor I’m fine, not one of my most graceful landings but -argh!- we’re all alive, aren’t we?”

“Yes yes and if you want to stay that way you’ll sit down and stop squirming for a second while I patch you up. All I have is a travel kit but it’s better than nothing and hold still Fiona!”

“Both of you get low! They’re coming.” You moved to duck your friends down lower, careful of Fiona’s wounds, but high above the canopy another longboat slinked by like a Candarian zapwing circling for the kill. It glided silently past you, probably looking for a better clearing to land in before the pirates inevitably hunted you down.

Before Ezra hunted you down.

“We need to get to a more defensible position, higher ground, better visibility. Hawk- ksst! Kevva on a cracker Doctor that fucking stings! Hawkins! Scout ahead, and should you encounter any resistance-” She brought a blaster up to you in her feeble hand, that unbreakable spark in her eye flashing bright. “Leave none standing.”

You left the brave women behind to follow the captain’s orders and get your bearings, following the sun where you could see it peeking through the lush vegetation. Small winged creatures flitted from spire to spire, singing their wondrous songs for one another. Songs of love and endearment, songs of hope and promise, all if it making you some kind of sick. You ambled onwards, clambering over fallen branches and slogging through thick ferns, their spiralling leaves batting at you as you passed. A flicker of bright yellow caught your eyes, and you stopped momentarily to appreciate a long-bodied insect, it’s gelatinous body shimmering like a jewel as it meandered down the trunk of a tree.

This place was beautiful, so much more so than Montressor, and it pained you that you were here in such a bad state. The wound on your head had dried, leaving a sticky scab, and you were thankful that that had been all the damage you’d sustained.

By the time you got somewhere that the trees were thin and the ground was higher, you were exhausted and dehydrated, and maybe your injuries were worse than you initially thought. You couldn’t dwell on it, you had to focus. Surveying the clearing you were pleased not to find any of Ezra’s crew, or any sign that they’d been in the area at all. From your vantage point, the hill you were on sloped away at a leisurely angle, rolling towards a narrow river that curved sharply into the woods where a tall, obelisk-like boulder jutted into the sky.

The shape of it seemed familiar, like a far off dream, and you realized you were looking at a landmark. Vigor renewed, you dug the crumpled parchment out of your pocket, relieved that it had survived your death-defying fall along with the aurelac. Spreading the paper over a flat stone, you held the gem aloft, catching the sun like a prism and revealing the hidden map. The noonday light spiderwebbed in threads of woven gold, outlining the landmark and proving your hunch correct.

According to the map, following that particular river would lead you on the path towards where the aurelac queen allegedly lay, and for the first time all day you felt like you were doing something right.

The trek back to your companions took more out of you than you would have liked, and as the day dragged on, the increasing heat and humidity didn’t help. When the remains of the longboat finally came into view, you breathed a sigh of relief that you’d managed to make it back without getting lost. What was left of the overturned keel blocked your view from where Fiona and Tillie were surely laying low, so you called to them to avoid getting shot.

“Hey! It’s me! There’s a clearing about an hour west of here, and even better, there’s a landmark that’s depicted on the map, we’re on the right track! We should be able to find the queen before the pirates do.”

“That’s wonderful, starling.”

You spun on the oaken drawl that crept up behind you, but Ezra was faster, knocking your blaster away and seizing you in his iron grip. You kicked and flailed in his grasp, but a knife against your throat quickly had you complicit. “Ezra you lying sack of shit! Get offa me!”

“Missed you too, sweetheart. What was it that you were saying about a river? I’d love to hear more. And I bet your little friends would as well!” You squirmed rebelliously as a handful of pirates dragged Tillie and Fiona out from behind the broken boat, gagged with their hands tied behind their backs. Fiona’s steely glare tried to gut Ezra where he stood, but the cyborg took no note of it. He pressed himself against your back, growling right in your ear. “Where’s the map, Hawkins?”

“Go to hell!”

“Where do you think I come from?” Ezra frogmarched you towards the group, his blade dangerously close to your windpipe. “Don’t make me ask twice, Hawkins. I’d hate to have to make an example out of these lovely ladies.”

The pirates angled their firearms at the captive women, and though Fiona had taken the brunt of the fall, she looked as dauntless as ever, glaring death in the face. Tillie’s ears were pinned back, her pupils narrowed to slits, and you knew if her mouth was free she would be hissing her fury. Tough as they both were, their lives were now in your hands.

The very hands that had let Mr. Bolt slip away.

“It’s… it’s in my pocket.”

“Thank you, love.” Ezra purred, nipping at your ear and sliding his hand into your jacket. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He pushed you away, making you stumble over roots and into the handsy grasp of two of the bigger aliens. The cyborg looked about as bad as you felt, his busted eye flashing with sparks and caked in dried fluids, the light of it flicking in and out. That blond patch on his temple that you’d so grown to adore now stained a sickly crimson with his own blood.

His human eye on the other hand never looked brighter than it did now, the swirling dark chocolate of it shining bright above his venomous sneer. “Your father thought he was exceptionally clever, making off with my map, didn’t he, starling? Rancid old codger, but I’ll show him! Pray tell, where is he now? Why isn’t he bearing witness to his daughter’s grand failure? Too decrepit to follow along? Had to send his little girl instead?”

“He’s dead, fuckwit! And I’ll see to it myself that you join him!”

Ezra seemed only marginally surprised by your information, a spark zapping off the side of his head with a thought. Maybe the realization of how much you sounded just like him. “Pity.” The parchment crinkled in his hands as he unfolded it, his face the picture of excitement. He studied the map intently, his breath held as his eye roved over the image of the Etherium with its little coffee stain in the corner that marked where you were now, but his countenance faded to confusion, then rage. “This is just a star chart! Where… where’s the rest of it?! Where’s the map to the queen?!”

“There is no ‘rest of it’, dingus. That’s it.”

“This can’t be it!” he bellowed, holding the map up to try and see through it, flipping it over, turning it round and round. The wheels on the side of his head hissed their displeasure, and he growled low in his throat at the smug little shit-eating-grin on your face. “You know something, don’t you, starling mine?” His face twisted into what he was hoping was a sincere smile, but it dripped with malicious intent, and no amount of flowery words could change that. He waved the monsters that held you captive away and swaggered up to you with that cocksure waltz. “Here, beautiful, why don’t you show me?”

You took the map back from him as if it might bite you, contemplating shredding it right there, but Ezra caught that look in your eye, and flipped his blaster back out from his forearm, aiming it at Tillie’s face. “Sooner rather than later would be preferred.”

Fine. You spread the map out on a nearby stone, eyeing Ezra with distrust. He watched delightedly as you did, but his firearm twitched your way when you dug into your pocket, and nearly dropped altogether when you presented the aurelac.

Circuits popped and fizzled off his injured eye, literal shock etching his face. “Where… where did you get that?”

“Parting gift.” You held the crystalline gemstone aloft, catching the last rays of daylight before the mother planet wiped the sun from the sky, spilling gold across the paper.

Ezra choked on his excitement, that beautiful boyish smile that had enticed you so easily beaming more brightly on his scruffy face than the prism in your hands, but his joy was oh so short lived.

-*CRASH!*-

You smashed the aurelac with all your strength against the rock, breaking the prized jewel into a thousand thousand little pieces, sparkling like broken glass as they skittered over the stone.

“No!” The cyborg screamed, clawing at the gravelly remains that sifted like sand between his steely digits. “What have you done?!”

“Don’t worry your circuits, claptrap.” you sneered, tapping the side of your skull that wasn’t bloodied. “Got it all right here. You wanna find the queen? You’re gonna have to take us with you.”

He studied you a moment, horror and anger and fury competing on his face, finally settling into a knowing smirk. “Clever, little bird. You’ve bested me this day, but aurelac is plentiful once you know where to look, and soon enough I will simply replace what you have so wantonly destroyed. Have you any idea how profitable that was? -tsk- No matter, such a minuscule pearl wouldn't even ripple the sea of wealth at my disposal once the queen is in my possession. Take those two to the longboat! I need to have a word with my treacherous little cabin girl, alone.”

Vile crewmates marched Tillie and Fiona away, pushing and shoving them as they resisted until they disappeared through the verridian haze. You thought you heard one of the creatures joke about how Ezra was going to punish you, but the moment they were out of earshot, the cyborg whirled on you with that big brown eye of his sparkling from his soft, pleading face. “Are you alright, starling? Please, you must forgive me-”

“Fuck you Ezra! After what you said, you think I’ll just roll over and-”

“Listen to me, damn it! Starling, sweet, beautiful starling of mine. What you heard back there, in the galley, you must know that I meant not a word of it? Those bloodthirsty miscreants would shred us both limb from limb if they knew the truth of things!”

“And what is the truth, Ez? Because all you've done is lie to me. Lie and use me to get your dick wet, like the snake in the grass that you are.”

He looked so hurt, and yesterday you might have felt pity, or even regret for your condamnation, but his beguiling charm would work on you no more. “The truth is, my dear, that not one of those barbarians mean an iota of a damn to me, and it confounds me to admit this, but I find myself… ensorcelled by you.” He stepped a little closer, reaching for you with his calloused hand. Your lips peeled back in a snarl, and he retreated. “I told you no lie when I spoke of your celestial beauty, and how I am enchanted by your presence alone. I… I really did mean it when I told you of my suffering, of my longin’ for your touch. Of my desire to know you in only the way that lovers do.”

He sauntered closer, crowding you in until you had to step back from him, partly avoiding his touch and partly avoiding the crackling static of his right eye. “To know your lips, to know your love, that would be an even more resplendent treasure than all the aurelac in the galaxy! What if… what if we, together, went after the queen? Just you and I! We… we could make a fortune for ourselves alone, and anything we wish we would have! Doesn’t… doesn’t that sound nice, starling mine?”

It almost did.

“Blow it out your ass, you mechanical shitbag.”

Ezra’s pretty face scrunched into a feral snarl, that wicked blade of his sliding threateningly from his iron arm.

“How... disappointing.”

Nightfall came in an assortment of strange colors, from the vivid orange afterglow coming from the nearest planet, to the sickly white-green blaze of the fire that danced from the otherworldly tinder as it burned. The dark proved too treacherous to navigate, even with the longboat, so camp was made with intent to resume your journey in the morning.

Hands bound uncomfortably behind you, you sat with your back to a rough barked tree between your comrades, watching as Ezra and his men enjoyed their rations round the fire. You eyed them with disdain, but your guts betrayed you, gurgling at the faint scent of dried oats and trail jerky.

Beside you, Fiona had conked out for the night, too weak in her current state to put up much of a fight anymore, and you worried that starving her would cause her even more distress. Tillie was still partially awake, though surviving the fall had kicked her ass to the curb as well, hunger the only thing keeping her conscious. Nearby, the deckhand with the too many teeth chomped disgustingly away on his fruit bar, chuckling darkly at the way Tillie licked her chops.

“You gonna starve us to death, Ez?” You seethed, too pissed to be out of the game yet. “Seems counter intuitive.”

“Shut up, before I gag you again.” He bellowed from where he was sat on the ground, scraping a whetstone across his blade.

“Not gonna be able to remember my heading if my stomach is doing the thinking for me. Which way were we supposed to go again? West? No, maybe... maybe North? I can’t recall…”

“Fine! If it’ll shut you the hell up.” He grabbed a handful of ration bars and stormed over to you, and for a moment the rage in his dark eye made you think he was going to throw it at you, but instead, he held one out to Tillie, recoiling when the Feliind snapped hungrily on the bar. Fiona roused just enough to take one in her beak, dozing in and out as she chewed. The last bar he held inches from your face, a sly grin dimpling his cheeks. “Apologies for the lack of variation on the menu, but I hope this will suffice. Open wide, gorgeous.”

If his fingers hadn’t been made of metal, you would have bit them off, snapping like a piranha at the bar. Ezra flinched away, the faint show of fear making your veins pulse with snide confidence. He huffed and returned back to his place, watching you with that single eye as you horked your ration bar back like a crane with a fish. It was dry and scratchy, but the sustenance would keep you alive another day. “A drink would be nice.”

“I’m sure it would.” He mused, taking a long, drawn-out drink from a canteen before corking it again. “Too bad.”

You grumbled and gave up, slouching back against the tree and trying not to crush your wrists. Ezra scoffed at your resilience finally breaking and began to tend to his damaged eye. You wondered if it was the gritty ration bar or the sight of Ezra literally popping his eye out of his socket that made your guts turn sour, but you couldn’t take your gaze off of him anyway. He turned the busted optic over in his good hand, using the little trio of picks that unfolded from his mechanical wrist to pluck shards of ceramic from the metal, as well as from his empty socket.

“You want some help with that, Ez? Untie me and I can take a look."

His half-empty glare curdled your stomach, the side of his face dripping with blood and whatever else kept the cybernetic lubricated, but that amberdark eye that remained sized you up, almost as if he was going to accept your offer.

A shard of ceramic -plinked- against your boot. “Go to sleep.”

Sleep came to you begrudgingly, unwilling to take your eyes off of your captor, but truthfully there was nothing you could do but wait for the morning to come, so you might as well get some rest. You dozed in and out, shifting uncomfortably on the hard ground whenever you woke, and each time your eyes snapped open again you tried to glare holes through Ezra’s skull like you had already done to his hat.

You didn’t know how long it was between your moments of waking, but at some point in the night you couldn’t get back to sleep. So you watched, still bubbling with hidden fury, as Ezra slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell, rose and fell, then seemed to halt altogether as if he could feel your ire in his dreams. The faded firelight sparkled in Ezra’s honeywell eye when it flitted open, meeting your gaze with a heartbroken sigh.

He smiled disarmingly at your scowl, tilting his bad eye away as if to hide his shame, barely concealing the bruise that creeped over his cheek in a dark purple stain. That damned dark eye of his lingered over you, leaving a trail of heat all the way up your body even from where he sat on the far side of the fire. You squirmed a bit under his gaze, trying to ignore that cheeky grin, that razor-sharp jaw, and oh you bastard those dimples.

Ezra shifted, stretching his legs out in front of him like a cat that thinks it’s people, resting them with his knees bent and spread. Isn’t that just like a man. He readjusted the hydraulic pegleg, the point of it digging deeply into the loamy soil until he was more comfortable, watching you intently all the while.

Around the campsite the soft snores and odd little wheezes of sleeping crew were all the noise you could hear, aside from hidden insects high in the trees and the soft whisper of the nighttime breeze caressing the canopy. Not a single second pair of eyes were open now, and, after glancing around at each face just to be certain, Ezra fixed his gaze on you.

You met it back, steely and cold, iron to be smelted and made soft by the fire that suddenly coursed through your veins as the cyborg lazily dragged his fingers over his groin. You tried to twist your face in disgust, but you were transfixed, watching that broad, strong palm slide up and down the apex of his thighs. His lips parted slightly, the faintest sigh tantalizing your ears over the sound of the swaying trees.

It would be nothing, you thought, to cough or sneeze, make some kind of abrupt sound that would wake someone and thwart Ezra’s little game; but you remained silent, watching his fingertips dip over the curve of his bulge and back up the seam of his pants, his thumb tracing an idle circle around the tip of his cock where it rested on the pillow of his sack.

You rolled your eyes, trying to feign disgust and disinterest, but they rolled right back to watch his leisurely strokes, the firelight reflecting the desire in your stare. The cyborg didn’t need two eyes to see your need so plainly: the way you tugged at your restraints, the little shift in your knees that made your thighs slide together, and Ezra was determined to show you just how much he desired you as well.

Those incessant theatrics of his worked well in his favor as he dragged his mechanical hand up over his chest, teasingly pulling on his collar where the fine dark hairs just began to poke through, showing off the column of his neck in the process, offering you a place for you to sink your teeth if you felt so inclined. Mark him as he had done to you, the faint bloom of his bite still flowering on your throat.

Hooking his human thumb in his waistband, he toyed with the stretch of the fabric before sinking his hand below the belt, his breath coming in a stuttered gasp when he touched his own length; all the while enchanted by the look on your face.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying the show, but Ezra wasn’t the only one who had been ensorcelled by your budding relationship, a fact making itself known in the throbbing between your legs. The ache grew bolder, your face growing hotter when he brought himself out into the fading firelight, already hard and weeping. His lip caught between his teeth, Ezra watched the way your eyes followed his hand, delighted by the subtle flick of your tongue coming out to wet your lips, the thirst for him written clear as day across your lovely features.

He fucked his fist slowly in his left hand, his strokes somewhat off tempo from being consigned to use his nondominant grip. His right -too sharp to touch such sensitive skin- wandered up to his face, tracing the tips of his mustache between the pads of his middle and forefinger. You narrowed your eyes, confused by the gesture until his tongue shot out between his metal digits, making an obscene display of lapping at an imaginary cunt.

“Starling…”

His hitched whisper carried on the soft breeze, but it struck you like a hurricane, a phantom storm crackling over your skin. The rapid pulsing between your legs was bordering on uncomfortable, made worse by the way his slick pink tongue slithered between his false fingers, curling around the wires and flicking at the riveted joints; showing just how well he could get into those tight little spaces. Ezra’s face softened with pleasure, his eyes closed as he imagined the taste of you, your sweet slick coating his lips, your thighs struggling around his head while he dug his fingers into the meat of your legs and held you captive against his attentive mouth until you were gushing just for him.

You wondered if his fingers still tasted like you.

Lost in his delicious fantasy, his strokes sped, the flush tip of his cock peeping out from his closed fist, disappearing into his sheath with each twist of his wrist. A sheen of sweat broke out on his brow, making his dark curls stick to his skin and bounce slightly when he tilted his head back against the tree propping him up. The muscles in his neck went taut, standing out from his throat, his face twisting in a grimace as he came, making lightning spark from his eye when he spilled his seed across the ground.

You never knew you could be so jealous of a pile of leaves.

When he came down from his ecstasy, his single eye flickered at you, his pleasured grin unbearable in your untouched state. He glanced down at the space between your legs, asking with his eyes if you required his assistance. You shuffled, tempted by his nimble tongue and clear desire to taste you in turn, but the bite of the ropes around your wrists reminded you of your place as his captive.

You refused to be won over so easily.

Ezra shrugged, tucking himself away and pulling his hat down over his eyes, puckering his lips at you from under the brim, a salacious kiss goodnight.

“Sweet dreams, starling mine~”

<-Previous Next->

TAGLIST

@mrsparknuts @cookiejuicedesu @kotemorons @ironbabey @theflightytemptressadventure @emesispo @what-iwish-youknew @misscamptl @t3a-bag @poppunkdee @misscamptl @pandastasia @simpingmess @lilychristine01 @inaturenymph @buttercup--bee @blackdogdesignuk @tanzthompson @transientblueseraph

@beskarboobs @sunnnygiiirl123 @doin-stuff @marvelranger @ajeff855 @pintsizemama @dincrypt @booksarekindaneat @giselatropicana @yours-truly-r @babybelou @mindidjarin

@221bshrlocked @readsalot73 @mandocrasis @novemberrain221 @moodsare @thepoisonofgod @littlemisspascal @insomniamamma @ajeff855 @hrk-fic-recs @screechingnutrunaway

[sapphic-woes]

👀 and 🧠 please

Do you have any WIPS that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Does the story I'm writing with my ocs count? I have two (kinda old) chapters up but the rest I only share with friends. It's basically about a priestess, Delilah, with a magical sword in her and a jackass of a pirate, Ezra, who can remove the said sword. It's like subtle not so subtle commentary on the church and being gay and etc. I really wanna publish it one day :)

What's an idea you have that you can't quite call a WIP yet?

Sevika x tired teacher in the undercity's really shitty educational system!reader .... I'll make it work somehow.

[writeforfandoms]

*hands you case of celebratory and obligatory beverages* 🥂🍾🍺🍻 Congratulations! 🎊🎉

I'm going to do a self-rec for a few of mine (couldn't choose just one, mate LOL):

Din Djarin x F!Reader series I Won't Let You Burn

Ezra x F!Reader fic This Forest Rose

Frankie x F!Reader series Walk A Golden Road

Oberyn Martell x named!OFC fic A Pirate In Dorne

All and more are over at my writing blog @she-devil-jones. 😺

Hahaha thank you!! 🥂

Oh yes I love self-recs!!! Fantastic! Thank you so much for sending these in - I'll be sure to check these out!

You have been entered, my friend. Thank you! 💖💖