#prickle'verse

[insomniamamma]

@sp00kymulderr thank you for tagging me!!!! I love your writing so much ❤️ You are one of the very first people i interacted with in this fandom and it is wonderful to see you back.

Anyways, this was kind of hard. I tried to balance the fluff and the smut and the angst. As for my favorite fic i've written? Honestly it changes. These are what jumped out at me tonight.

Late Bloomers: Ezra x f!reader /w Cee This is part of the Liminal AU, an modern? Contemporary? Prospect AU. Ezra is Cee's legal guardian and the reader's hot neighbor.

Song of the Wrong Response : Din Djarin x gn!reader Part of the Atin'ika AU but can stand alone. This takes place after S2.

Maze: Frankie Morales x f!reader soft little Halloween fic, part of the Changes AU, but it's not necessary to read that one first. Reader is childhood friends with the Millers and has moved back home after a disastrous relationship.

Ephemera: Nico (House Comes With a Bird) x f!reader This oddball with like five lines intrigued me, okay? Age gap because I wanted to play with the power dynamics of age and class. Also this is hate mail to northern San Diego county, a move that went horribly wrong.

Glory: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee smut adjacent I guess? Part of my Prickle'verse AU. Jumps back and forth in time. New love and old love that's still strong.

no pressure tags: @oonajaeadira @grogusmum @honestly-shite @artemiseamoon @fromthedeskoftheraven @jessahmewren and anyone else who wants to jump in!

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Ohhh this is fun! Thanks for making my Monday morning, anon! 🤍

(even though this is like picking favorite children 🫢 so these have and will change in order over time)

Recovery Road (dieter bravo x f!reader) - one of my more thoughtful pieces, it feels like a culmination of many years of reading and writing for fandom. can't believe its gonna be over soon 😭

Just One More Thing (javier peña x f!reader) - an on-going series where I dump all my 70s criminal vibes into one character who is hopelessly in love with Javier Peña. I tend to be overly angsty in my head, so the humor in this is a nice change of pace.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' (dieter bravo x f!reader) - first fic i wrote for the ppcu and despite its length, it remains one of my favorites!

the hush of the very good (Midnight Mass) - where i got to trauma dump my southern catholic ptsd into a fic about fucking a vampire priest into redemption

a brief, fragmentary, and most imperfect record of specters few have seen (Magic in the Moonlight) - the 1920s medium fic my heart always wanted.

gentle and loving reminder that if you followed me for Pedro Pascal blorbo fic, I've moved all of that content to @chronically-ghosted and will be posting new fic only there!

Now for my favorite part, tagging some amazing writers!

@trulybetty @avastrasposts @sp00kymulderr @morallyinept @mrsquill @theywhowriteandknowthings @pr0ximamidnight @suzdin @iamskyereads @astarkey @julesonrecord

(that's more than five but i want to shower you all with praise!)

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ppcu fic recs submitted by the community ♥️

hi everyone! thank you so much for the love on my initial post! i had so much fun putting this list together! i’ll be making more rec posts so my asks/dm’s are always open if you have anything you’d like to submit ♥️

Three’s Company by @pennyserenade - submitted by @whatsnewalycat

what aly said: Listen. I think about ex-husband dieter bravo all of the fucking time. This work especially is just… ugh. Amazing. Miranda’s prose is out of this world. It’s inspired and unique and idk I love her writing style so much. Also, obviously, this pairing is 😮‍💨🔥

Destiny and Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings - submitted by @bitchwitch1981

what zelly said: It is so well written and detailed. Mysty put so much effort into research for the story and it 100% paid off. I have become so emotionally attached to the characters that I don't think I will ever let them go.

Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband by @netherfeildren - submitted by @peeta-is-useless and @futuraa-free

what peeta-is-useless said: “Someone’s wife in the boat with someone’s husband” is such a beautiful fic that literally feels like you’re reading a novel. It completely draws you in and connects you with the characters. Basically, you come for spice and stay for a gorgeous plot😭

what bella said: This is probably one of the first Joel fics I ever read when i joined the fandom, it’s everything you want it to be: it will make you cry, it will make your heart melt and it will make you wish this version of Joel Miller was real. Plus Vic is an incredible writer all around.

Someone to be thankful for by @joelsgreys - submitted by @peeta-is-useless

what they said: Someone to be thankful for” is really a cute little one shot for Thanksgiving that captures family trauma and throws in a side of finding love and healing. Again, gorgeous story by an amazing writer.

Good to Me by @tonysopranosrobe/swiftispunk13 on ao3 - submitted by @peeta-is-useless

what they said: “Good to me” is one I found quite a while ago and I thought that I wouldn’t be into the plot but then I started reading just because and swiftispunk trapped me into this alt universe, porn with feelings goodness. I’ve been so in love with many of their fics though.

Red Light by @kiwisbell on ao3 - submitted by @peeta-is-useless

what they said: Red Light” is not something I would normally read at all. I’m not usually here for the dark stuff… however this was so good and you really get into the head of someone who thinks he’s doing the right thing- also it’s really fucking hot.

Soft & Sweet + Sugar & Spice by @cavillscurls - submitted by @peeta-is-useless

Soft & Sweet” and “Sugar & Spice” are so lovely. I don’t even have that much to say- they really are the definition of what I look for when I want Jackson Joel🖤 fluff, spice, a little angst and it’s tied up in a little bow.

A Lover’s Pinch by @hier--soir - submitted by @peeta-is-useless

what they said: “A lover’s pinch” is one I can never stray far from. I always find myself coming back because it also reads like the most beautiful novel. Just the progression and spice to feelings ratio- aghhhh. Like the perfect fic.

Gravity by @insomniamamma - submitted by @fromthedeskoftheraven

what raven said: She's a lovely person, brilliant wordsmith, and master of writing Ezra and the Prospect universe, and I think everyone needs to read her work (and whatever you do, do not miss her Prickle'verse fics, because they are sublime) 💖

Dark Shades of Innocence Lost by @mermaidgirl30 - self submission

what jamie said: it’s just my favorite that I’ve written and would love to spread the love to others who might not have gotten the chance to read or see it ☺️

[insomniamamma]

OK, I swear I got tagged in this, but then when i tried to find the notification I couldn't. Anyhow. Set a timer for 7 minutes and, like 80% of this fell out of my brain. I wrote it from the point of view of the Reader Character in my Prickle'verse AU, but i don't think any of that is necessary here.

Arc:

Feet in the water Sitting side by side on the dock The cane wheat makes a shirring sound The rainy season is over and the trees are starting to turn You never thought you’d fetch up somewhere with so much life Close your eyes Sounds of birds and bugs and babbling water This is the dry season, such as it is Soon the cane wheat will turn gold Soon the crawlers will come from town towing combines for the harvest Soon The pleasant chill will turn colder But for now it’s warm enough to sit on the dock with your feet in the water And Ezra sits beside you For once he’s not talking The river is painted sun sinking gold You wonder at the arc of your life The unlikely trajectory that brought you here To a world with abundant life A world of leaves and forests and snow and hail and hammering rains Your lover sitting beside you His bare feet sluiced in the current just like yours His good arm draped over your shoulder An invitation to lean in, to feel his steady breath No need for words here No need for words or weapons You are home.

NP tags @grogusmum @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms @honestly-shite @artemiseamoon @sp00kymulderr @lellowberry @ezrasbirdie

and anyone else who sees this! This is such a lovely idea.

New Pedro Boy game!

This is open to everyone. You don't have to be a writer, make it with gifs or mood boards or your art or just bullet point some ideas. Or just treat yourself to 7 minutes of daydreaming.😘

The rules:

You have 7 minutes to dream up your perfect moment with your favourite Pedro Boy.

It can be anything you want. Fluffy, smutty, just plain weird. It just has to be that one moment that you'd crave above all the others that you read/write/fantasize about.

You can take as long as you want to get it done.

Post it and tag others.

NP tags to get the ball rolling. @missredherring @movievillainess721 @gemmahale @munsonownsmyass @yourcoolauntie @nicolethered

[insomniamamma]

Glory: Ezra x F!reader

A/N: written as part of the Year Of Kisses. I never promised I was going to write these in order. This fulfills the prompt "Kiss on a scar." This is part of the Prickle'verse AU, and as with everything in this AU this can stand alone. This is an exploration of intimacy. Tagging @oonajaeadira and @yearofcreation2023

Warnings: references to sex and bodily fluids. kissing. intimacy. Smut, I guess? References to PIV sex. Lots of kissing and touching. This jumps around in time a bit.

Ezra likes to tease. Cold nose and warm breath against your ear as you dicker with the vendor, three newish music cylinders from your last trip off world against whole bean coffee dark roasted and oily, rasp and tickle of stubble and breath, tender threats of what he'll do to you once the two of you are home safe and out of this miserable, unceasing rain.

"Jackass," you chide, kicking out of your muddy boots, rain gear hung to dry by the stove, "I could've gotten another half-measure out of him if you hadn't distracted me."

"Seeing you fluster is worth a half-measure," says Ezra, "It's cute."

"Cute," you echo. A word no-one but Ezra has ever pinned on you. "Hmmm."

"You'll see how cute I am drinking the real stuff when you're back to sucking down instant," you say, bending to load logs into the stove, a cut down and repurposed LOX back up tank, you get four lengths in before he curls his arm around you and hauls you tight against him. You feel him hard, pressed against you.

"I've missed you, Prickle,"

"We've been together all morning."

"Even so."

He always has words, even when you are shy under his eyes, even after all this time. You shrink in on yourself and he stops you. Don't hide from me, pretty girl. Ez, I'm not-- You are. Prettiest thing Ive ever seen. Softest skin I've ever had the good fortune to touch, he says, tracing his fingers along the curve of your belly, the swell of your hip, the dimpled skin of your thigh-- You're mine, he nuzzles into the tender space beneath your ear that makes you squirm and prickle. Ez Mine, he says, he nips at the corded tendon at your neck, and you shiver, just like the first time you ever felt the nip of his teeth and the pass of his tongue. Yours, you breathe, always.

In the early days of you and him, you weren't sure how to touch him, where you could lay your hands. You'd fucked, you'd kissed, you'd clung to each other like you were ready to drown, but he was still a mystery. A three day stay over on Jocasta, a grotty bench if there ever was one, Cee with her own berth and smugly happy about it, and that meant the two of you alone, tiny room with grimy walls, barely enough space to stand, you and him wrapped around in bed sheets, fucked out and sated, his spend dribbling out of you, your hands skimming over him, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the strong curve of his nose, the flyaway hairs at the nape of his neck. You need a haircut, Ez, the span of his shoulders under your palms and here you hesitate. Can I-- His lips quirk up, but his eyes are so sad. You could never hurt me. Smooth your hands over the plane of his shoulder and down to where his right arm ends, livid scars and puffy skin from the revision, you draw your fingers along the tight, angry indentations and Ezra stays stone-still, and when you look at him there is something unreadable in his eyes, a darkness that gives nothing, cup your hand around the end of his stump, careful not to put any pressure on him. Does it hurt? Ezra laughs, but it's a bitter sound, No. It's not pain, precisely. I feel your hand, but I also feel mine. The one that isn't there any more. It's a curious sensation. You start to draw away and he stops you, his good hand curled around your nape, lips tickling soft against your neck. I'm yours, he murmurs against your pulse, you can't hurt me. I'm yours to explore. Mine. Yours.

"I'm cold." "I'll warm you up right quick." Ezra ushers you to the bedroom, you kick the door closed and he's on you, lips and tongue and teeth, desperation in his kiss, his hand gripping your hip, pressing you against him. He gets like this sometimes. "Took your sweet time closing that deal at the market," he breathes and then nips at your earlobe, teeth and tongue and heat of his breath on your spit-slicked skin, "If I didn't know better I'd say you were dallying on purpose.--"

His teeth graze against your collarbone and you thread your fingers through his unruly curls and tug just a little, just the way he likes it, and he nuzzles at you through your shirt. "I'm not a sweet-talker like you," you say. He slides his hand beneath your shirt and you arch into his touch, presses his palm warm over your sternum before cupping your breast, stroking his thumb over your nipple till it aches hard, "You'll sound awfully sweet in a minute when you're crying my name." "Menace!" You swat at him and he smiles up at you, his lips smirk, but his eyes are warm. Ez likes to tease. "Yes. But I'm your menace." "Mmmh. Lucky Me."

Scars on either side of his rib cage where they planted chest tubes in him on the freighter. Indentation in the crook of his elbow where they'd inserted a large-bore IV line. Tight, thick line against the soft swell of his belly where Inumon tried to gut him, faint rectangular discolorations where they'd harvested skin grafts to pad his stump.

Ezra stays still and lets you touch him, lets you map him, memorize him, make him your own. He is warm beneath your questing hands. It becomes too much for him and he hooks his hand around the nape of your neck and presses his mouth to yours, slides his tongue between your parted lips to touch yours, gentle and wanting and you whimper into his mouth, this softness between you is new and raw and open, and he draws back to look at you, to search your face with those dark eyes.

How about this one? You run the pad of your thumb over the silvered scar beneath his eye, a jagged fingernail moon. Me and my brother were playing chase, says Ezra, I tripped up and fell on a sharp bit of rock. He ran like a rabbit once he saw all the blood. I used to think it made me ugly. Seems a bit silly now, huh? You lean into him, sharing his breath, his warmth, his palm spread wide between your shoulder blades, press your lips to that little half-moon. You're not ugly, Ezra, I'll fight anyone who says different.

"I can't see you this way," Ezra pouts, but his eyes smile. You pull the blankets over the both of you. "Tough titty said the kitty," you say, "If it was warmer in here I might make different choices." "Damn it, Prickle, I told you those radiator coils are on back order." "Promises promises. You gonna warm me up or what?" "Mmmm… Ask and ye shall receive."

[insomniamamma]

This just in: I’m still head over heels for the Prickle ‘verse.

I love your love for Ezra and Cee and their lovely, prickly Artichoke. This AU continues to be one of my favorite places to let my mind slip off to for some daydreaming. Thank you from the depths of my soul for creating and sharing it!!

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OMG WHAT I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am vibrating with JOY!!!! OMG if I ever get my shit together enough to organize my masterlist this is going to be the image I use for this 'verse! I love that she's at the heart of their little world, and I love the image you used for the Bench because that's exactly how I envision them! Rings that spin around a central hub to make some gravity!

Prickle'verse is my comfort AU. I come back here time and time again. And to know that it brings you some comfort as well? That just fills my heart all the way up to the top. So much love to you ❤️

[insomniamamma]

OMG thank you!!!!!!!!

Your love for the Prickle'verse makes me so happy ❤️ I've got an angsty installment in mind for them, a job where they get involved in a rescue mission.

Thank you for hyping up my little Prospect au ❤️

HEY ALYSSA.

5, 6, 13 and 22 for the asks, please and thank you!

HOWDY RACHAEL. Thanks for these! Hope your night is going great!!

5- Great fluff piece

I answered this one already but there can never be too much fluff so here's another one: @keldabe-kriff's Breathtaking Sunrise. Actually, all of Lyr's Small Joys because they're exactly what's on the tin - flufflets that are just about finding the magic in the little things. This one is a particularly sweet moment between Joel & Ellie that I think about often.

6- Interesting AU

Starman by @imtryingmybeskar. Its a really cool take on an intergalactic soulmate AU with Ezra, and it's beautifully descriptive. AND THERE'S A DOG.

13- A detail from canon that was expanded on

The way that @writeforfandoms expanded on and interpreted the personalities of the Kingsman characters with the dragons in Tangled Up. I love those creatures. Especially Tequila. He's just a big friendly pit bull who doesn't know he's enormous.

22- Fic(s) you could do a whole powerpoint presentation on

Since this one has the parenthetical plural option, here's three:

The Prickleverse by @insomniamamma

Clean Sheet by @haylzcyon AND

Root Pearl by you.

[insomniamamma]

WELCOME TO THE PRICKLE'VERSE FRIEND!!!!! This was meant to be a oneshot, and look what happened. I can't seem to stop writing for this little crew. Also it was fun to write a reader who was just like you have got to be fucking kidding me. I hope you dive deeper into this AU. As a writer it's been fun watching them grow together.

Prickle: Ezra x F! Reader

A/n: Okay, so don’t know what the hell this is. I was trying to go to sleep a few days ago and this just kind of popped in there, the idea of Ez giving the reader a weird nickname. I swear I have a more serious, put together fic in the works, but this demanded my attention first. I meant this to be short, but I suck at keeping things short.

warnings: language, angst, mild violence, lil bit of fluff, no beta

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He calls you Artichoke. Since hiring you on, Ezra has thrown a string of nicknames at you, mostly botanical or avian, some referencing things you have never heard of, and this is the one that stuck. Cee is Little Bird most of the time, until she indulges in teen-age surliness and then she’s Channel Rat. You are Artichoke. Which would be fine, except you don’t have the foggiest idea of what an artichoke is. Nothing about the word triggers anything in your brain.

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[insomniamamma]

Watch out for that dust. It's deadly 🤣. Thank you for reading. I'm so glad you're enjoying this AU. Prickle'verse is where I come for comfort. I'm happy to share it with you.

Fancy: Ezra x f! reader w/Cee

a/n: for writer Wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog​. Reader has been crew with Ezra and Cee for some time. A meeting with a Lauan royal pulls the three of them out of their comfort zone. Same reader as “Prickle” but you don’t need to read that one unless you want to know how Artichoke got her nickname.

Warnings: mentions of past injury/violence. feelings. Ezra in a suit needs a warning. Tooth rotting fluff.

          Ezra has seen you every day since he hired you on. He has seen you sweating in your environment suit and freezing in the same suit. He has seen your hands shake with exhaustion.  He hired you on because you look scary and own a rail-gun and military grade body armor. He’s seen you sweep Cee behind you with a brush of your arm when things get ready to go bad. He’s seen how, when in a new place, you tend to position yourself on his right, as if you mean to make up for his missing arm. He’s seen you curse and cry and bleed. He’s patched your wounds and you’ve patched his. He’s seen how you are with Cee, not exactly a mother, but more of conspiratorial older sister. He’s heard the two of you laughing over something Cee’s loaded to her data pad, getting incredible kicks from things he will never understand. He’s seen you stumbling around the pod or tent sleep mussed and barely sentient. He’s seen the way your eyes go wide when he shows you something new or beautiful or deeply weird, the way your breath draws in at some new discovery. He’s seen your smile, unguarded and rare, and he commits it to memory every time. This, though, is something he’s not seen.

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