#uncle ezra smut

[thesummerpetrichor]

Oh my god. So so dark and debauched but in the best way possible. I don’t usually read for Ezra but curiosity got the best of me and I’m so glad it did. Literally dead!! Loved!! 🙏💗

Mine, All Mine

Uncle Ezra x virgin f reader

Warnings: Noncon! Unclecest (they are not blood related!) virginity loss, p in v, heavy use of the word kiddo (idk it was doing it for me), filming, uhhh yea I don’t want to say too much so it doesn’t get spoiled. I’d say this is more on the dark side of things so be cautious, you are in charge of your own self and what you read. If it bothers you, stop reading it(:

A/n: this one’s for my love, @bonezone44 ! This literally came from a post they made lol also go check out their Uncle Ezra! It’s the best! (Also if you do/have read hers, maybe you’ll notice a lil Easter egg in mine lol) Enjoy babes! Also Happy Valentine’s Day!😘😘😘

Word count: 4222

Not edited or beta’d (Rad had looked over like half the story so I guess kinda beta’d lol)

It’s the middle of summer and it’s already hotter than Satan’s balls outside. You’re off work today and doing your best to enjoy the day but you’ve found yourself melted to the couch with a fan blasting on high, wearing your shortest shorts and a tank top. Your dad left hours ago for work, he probably won’t be back until much later tonight giving you the whole house to yourself.

You’ve gotten lost in a marathon of Law and Order SVU when you hear a knock on the door. Scrunching your face, confused as to who could be at the door, you get up to go answer it.

Opening the door reveals your Uncle Ezra standing outside, wearing basketball shorts and an old tshirt with the sleeves cut off so his sides are showing, exposing hot, tanned skin.

“Hey kiddo your dad home? I hada to come by to grab a few things.”

You gulp nervously, he isn’t your actual uncle but he’s been your dads best friend since they were kids so he’s considered like an uncle to you. Except ever since you hit eighteen he’s been more touchy, saying extremely sexual things in your ear whenever he’s around. You know it’s wrong, you hate that he does it but a part of you can’t help but like it. You like the dirty things he says, like the way his hand brushes against your ass when he walks by. When you went off to college and moved out you never expected you’d have to move back in with your dad after graduating. Unfortunately life comes at you hard. And ever since you came back home, Ezra has been even more of a menace.

“N-no sorry he’s at work. Um you can come back later.” You say with a stutter as you try to shut the door.

Ezra’s hand shoots out stopping the door from shutting,

“That’s okay kiddo I can wait. Let your old uncle Ezra in sweetie.” He says back with a sly grin on his face, his eyes darkening with mischief.

“O-okay come in.”

“Come in what?”

“Come in uncle Ezra.” You reply with a dry throat.

“Ah there it is. Ya know I like it when you call me uncle Ezra sweetie. It’s good manners and all.”

He walks in through the door, closing it behind him as you turn to walk back to the couch and sit down with your legs under you, leaned against the side cushion. You shiver, now painfully aware of how little clothing you have on now that he’s here. Ezra plops down right next to you, his legs spread as he puts his arm behind you on the back of the couch. You try to swallow, blinking a few times in quick succession.

“Whatcha watching kiddo?”

“Um just law and order. It’s a marathon.” You respond.

Ezra lifts the arm that was behind you and brings it forward, slapping your thigh lightly before rubbing the spot he hit,

“You okay sweetie? Seem kinda off? Is it a boy? Huh? It’s okay talk to uncle Ez. This boy treating you right? Making you feel good?”

Your mouth starts to open and then close as you try to find your voice, “N-no boy uncle Ezra. I-I’m fine. I promise.”

Ezra smiles at you as his hand starts to go up higher on your thigh before stopping and rubbing his thumb back and forth at the top of your thigh.

“Ya know since your daddy ain’t home I’ve been wanting to have this chat with you. Now I know you’re all grown up on me but you should know about men and their needs. But also your own needs sweetie,” he leans in closer so his lips are close to your ear, “Pretty girls like you have pretty pussies and those pretty pussies get wet and needy. Gotta make sure she is properly cared for kiddo. Cant have ya out here dripping and desperate for just any cock. You needa real man.” His low voice sending shivers down your spine. Ezra rubs his nose up and down your neck, right behind your ear.

“S-stop please.”

Ezra pulls back, “Stop? Sweetie I’m just trying to help ya here. I only want the best for ya.” A look of confusion and hurt covers his face.

“I- I want you to stop Uncle Ezra. I know what your doing and I don’t like it. Please stop.”

Ezra sighs real loud, “Okay kiddo. Whatever you say. I’m just trying to look out for ya. I’ll back off.” He takes his hand off your thigh and puts both hands up as he sinks back into the couch, still sitting right next to you. His hands laying down on his open lap.

You swallow thickly before you find the courage to get up,

“I think I’m gonna go read in my room. Feel free to change the channel while you wait.” You announce before heading to the stairs to up to your room.

Once you close your bedroom door behind you, you let out a deep sigh. Taking another breath as though you’ve been holding your breath this entire time. You hate that he feels so comfortable acting so bold. You wished he’d just leave.

It’s been a couple of hours and you’ve been absolutely lost in your own world, reading a new book you’d just gotten. Laying on your bed with your leg propped up against your bent knee as you lay on your back, the perfect reading position. You’re almost to the end when you hear a soft knock on your door as it’s pushed open.

“Hey kiddo just wanted to come check on ya. Wanted ya to have some alone time you seemed a little off earlier.” Ezra says as he walks in and sits on your bed. You sit up straight with your legs criss cross applesauce already feeling a pit in your stomach.

“I- I’m fine uncle Ezra. You didn’t have to check on me.”

“Now I know I didn’t have too but I was worried. You’re like my little girl, you know how much I love ya.” He gives you a soft smile, you can tell he’s trying to put you at ease but all he’s done is make you even more uncomfortable.

Ezra’s eyes flicker over to your nightstand where he sees a sliver of bright pink,

“Well well well what do we have here?” His eyes narrowing in on the object as he reaches forward and pulls out your dildo.

Your cheeks flush, embarrassment washes over you as you grab his wrist that’s connected to the hand now holding your toy,

“Leave that alone! That’s mine!”

“Aht don’t tell me what to do little girl. Now do you mind explaining to me what the hell you’re doing with a plastic cock? I thought my little sweet pea was a virgin. Don’t look like a virgin with this.” He says as he shakes your girthy 7 inch bright pink dildo in your face.

“I am a virgin! And it’s none of your business! Gimmie!” Now you’re fed up, you lunge forward, grabbing at the toy once again only for Ezra to yank it away as his free hand grabs your face, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Cut the bullshit little girl, ain’t no way this cunt ain’t been touched if your shoving this fucking thing inside ya,” his eyes leave yours and look down at the toy and back at you, a sly smirk blooming on his face.

“Nah see what’s gonna happen now is I’m gonna see for myself how much of a dirty fucking whore you’ve become.”

He releases your face and immediately you drop your face into your chest, scared to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to curl into yourself and vanish.

“Please don’t. Just leave me alone. Please.” You beg him quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Ezra puts his hand on the back of your neck and squeezes, making you look up at him,

“Nuh uh. You wanna be a slut? Then you’re gonna take a real man’s fucking cock like the good girl you are and like it.” He says with a sneer.

Your eyes are big, filled with tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never been with anyone sexually before. You’ve never even used that dildo, you only have it because your friend gave it to you as a gag gift and now you fear your uncle Ezra is gonna be your first and you don’t get a say in it.

“Please uncle Ezra, I - I don’t want it. I - I’ve never had sex I swear.” Your lip quivering as you continue to beg him not to follow through on his word.

“Oh kiddo don’t be scared. It’s me, your uncle Ez,” he says condescendingly as he leans forward, so close your noses touch, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet virgin pussy. I’ll make it good for you baby. Make sure she creams all over my cock so much you’ll beg for more.”

Tears start falling down your face, a deep fear spreading through your body like a cancer. A fear your pussy seems immune too as you feel yourself clench around nothing in excitement.

“Now lay on back like a good girl baby. Go on.” Ezra urges you as he lets go of your neck and pushes your shoulder back gently. As scared as you are, you also know how much you do secretly enjoy the attention and the touches you get from him. You bite your lip nervously as your back hits the pillows behind you.

Ezra grabs your calf and uncrosses your legs as he bends forward. His face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clothed slit as he takes in a deep breath.

“You smell so sweet kiddo.” He says looking up at you before glancing back down, “looks like someone’s excited to meet me.” He said with a smirk as he brings his hand up, taking his thumb and swiping up from the bottom of your slit up, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He slowly rubs a few circles on your clit, your body lights up from the electric feeling of someone touching you there. You quickly bite your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest to hold back any sign that you like how it feels.

Not paying any attention to you, Ezra pulls your shorts to the side revealing your wet pussy. His brows scrunch as he purses his lips together and lets out a little “oooh”

“She’s even prettier than I imagined honey,” he says before laying a soft kiss on your slit, “seems real happy to meet me too.” He says with a little chuckle. Ezra dives right in, his tongue parting your lips as he licks up and down. Up and down. Swirling his tongue around your entrance before going up to swirl around your clit before he suctions his lips around the little bundle and gives it a few gentle sucks.

The feeling of his mouth on you has you teetering on edge already. You’ve never experienced someone licking you down there before. And it feels so good. A breath moan escapes through your lips before you realize it. Ezra looks up at you when he hears it only to see you with your eyes closed shut and sees you quickly clamp your mouth shut.

“Nu uh kiddo. Open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he says before reaching up and slapping you lightly on the face to get your attention, “fucking rude of ya to do that. Guess I gotta train ya to take cock and to be a good little whore huh?”

You open you eyes, looking down at him. You shake your head no, scared to open your mouth knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak normally.

Ezra looks back down at your pussy as he lowers his hand down. He takes his finger and gently prods your pussy. He pushes a little bit into you before pulling back out, only to push his finger in more and twist.

A whimper escapes your lips this time. His thick finger moving inside of you feels so good you just can’t help it.

“That’s it honey, feels good don’t it? Yea it does,” he slips his finger in all the way continuously moving in and out, twisting as he does so, “She’s opening up for me baby. I think she likes me.” He leans forward again and licks your clit. Looking up at you as he keeps licking and fingering, the sensation’s overwhelming your entire being. He starts sucking your bundle of nerves again, Your head tips back as you give up trying to fight how you feel. Letting out a moan as your hand comes up and grabs your breast and squeezes.

“That’s it baby take em out, play with your nipples for me, gonna feel even better,” he orders before diving back in to lick and suck on your bean.

Doing as he says, you pull your tank top up, revealing your breast as you take one in each hand. Letting yourself feel them, giving them squeezes before you take a nipple in between your fore finger and thumb, pinching the sensitive nub and rolling it between your fingers.

He’s right, you find yourself in ecstasy as you continue to play with yourself as he eats you out.

Ezra’s mouth leaves your heat as he sits up and grabs the dildo. Laying back down in between your legs, he takes the dildo and starts running it up and down gathering your slick on the pink phallus.

“I think she’s ready for more baby what d’ya think?”

Your hands stop what they’re doing as you look down at him with eyes wide with terror. Taking a large gulp you give him a tiny head shake, ‘no’ you mouth.

“Don’t worry baby she’s gonna like this. I’ll kiss it better after.”

He holds the base of the dildo and slowly pushes the top inside your dripping entrance. He manages to get just the tip in and stops pushing in. He slowly twists it side to side as he looks up at you to gauge any pain you might have. You tensed up at the intrusion, your mouth clamped shut with tears forming in your eyes. Ezra leans forward and kisses your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up, chasing his mouth for more. He ever so slightly pushes a little bit more in as he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and gives it a little suck. You’re not sure how to feel. The searing pain from the dildo entering you seems to subside and turns into overwhelming pleasure as Ezra continues his assault on your pussy. Soon he pushes the toy all the way in you, all you can do is lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he starts pumping it in and out, switching back and forth between licking and sucking on your stretched cunt.

“Ooohh nngh oh fuck oh fuck Un- Uncle Ezra please - I-I’m close oh fuck I’m gonna -“

White hot pleasure erupts all over, your legs shaking, your body starts to thrash and wiggle as your orgasm takes over. Your brain is on mute, no thoughts, you can barely even remember your own name.

“That’s its kiddo, oh fuck yea I told you she’d like this. Prettiest fucking pussy, got my face fucking soaked baby. Come here”

Ezra stands up, taking the dildo out of you and licking the flared bottom of it before crouching down in front of the mirror that’s next to your bed and sticking it on the mirror.

He stands back up and takes a step and is back at your side. He puts his hand behind your neck. You can feel his fingers work up the base of your skull and grab a handful of your hair. Once he has a good grip, he pulls you up by your hair,

“ Get on your knees baby it’s time you take a real man in those pretty holes of yours.”

Your legs are jelly, you can’t even manage to land on your feet when he pulls you. You roll out of bed and land on your knees on the floor. Your hands shooting out, landing on his leg as you try to keep yourself from face planting.

“Stick out your tongue baby.”

You immediately drop your jaw and stick your tongue all the way out. Your eyes wide looking up at him, without a single thought behind them. Your consumed with this want to do whatever he says, to swallow up any crumb he may leave you in hopes of feeling a smidge of the pure ecstatic pleasure he can give you again.

With his hand still tangled in your hair, his other hand pulls down his shorts. His thick cock springs out, the tip an angry shade of red with precum already leaking out. He is easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Way bigger than the dildo you just took. No longer scared of any potential pain he may cause you, instead a pang of desire shoots through your body, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.

He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before guiding it into your open mouth. He isn’t so gentle this time. Instead he’s quick to push his cock down your throat, hitting the back of your throat making you gag on the first entry. Instantly you gag hard, tears fall from your eyes as spit starts to leak from your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. Your hands go up, laying on his thighs as he pushes your head down on his cock as he pushes in. Giving you no respite, you quickly learn to breathe through your nose.

“Fuck yea always had a pretty little mouth on ya baby go on, give Uncle Ezra’s dick a good suck. Show me how good my dick tastes baby.”

You try real hard to suck on him as best you could. You cover your teeth with your lips and tighten your lips around him. Sucking on him, moving your tongue around, tracing a vein that went from the base almost up to the tip. Your nose buried in his curls as he holds you down on him.

“Oh kiddo, y’doing so good nngh this mouth is mine honey. Only Uncle Ezra fucks this pretty hole y’hear me? That tight little cunt is mine too.”

You moan around his dick, hearing him claim you as his.

Suddenly Ezra yanks on your hair, sending you back off his dick. He moves out of the way and pulls you forward, causing you to fall on your hands as he continues to pull making you crawl. Once he stops you realize your directly in front of your mirror. More specifically right in front of the dildo that is now sticking to it. He crouches down so his face in close to yours

“Suck on the fake dick now baby Uncle Ezra’s gonna be right behind you, opening up that tight little gash o’yours.”

Your eyes wide as spit trickles down your chin. Ezra leans forward shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with feral enthusiasm, licking into your mouth before taking your tongue between his lips and sucking as he pulls back. A string of spit connects you too as he breaks the kiss he takes a few seconds and just admires how beautiful you are. Hair a mess, spit covered chin, a wild look in your eyes that says you love this. You look throughly wrecked and he’s just getting started. He yanks on your hair one last time and guides you to the dildo where you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You look into the mirror and see yourself on all fours, sucking the toy as Ezra stands up behind you and takes his clothes all the way off.

Once naked, Ezra gets back down on his knees behind you. His hands glide over the globes of your ass as he sits back on his legs and just takes in the most beautiful debauched scene in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he gives himself a few pumps before spitting down onto his dick. He lines himself up and pushes in, he goes slow. Giving you barely just the tip and already he’s letting out this unabashed low groan as his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck baby this is gonna be a tight fit,” he says in a deep lust filled voice, “Don’t worry kiddo Uncle Ezra’s gonna make her purr real nice.”

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit with a quickness. Softly rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself relax completely. Ezra pushes in a little bit more.

He might be immoral but he’s not a complete monster. He knows his pretty little niece is a pure virgin, he’s gonna make this unforgettable. He already knows she’ll come crawling back for more, he thinks to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

“Breathe baby, just breathe. Fuck you feel so good, tight little gash suckin me just right.” He coaches you as he finally pushes all the way in, waiting a few beats before he moves again letting you get used to the stretch.

You feel so full with his cock inside you and the dildo in your mouth. You can’t help but whine as you feel him throb inside of you. You pull off the toy,

“Uh-uncle Ez- Ezra please. Oh p-please move oh fuck I’m so full. . s’good.”

Hearing you moan and beg is all he needs as he starts to move and quickly finds a hard, fast pace.

Your mouth falls open into an O shape as the breath is completely knocked out of you as he starts to really fuck you. It’s too much but at the same time you want more. You’ve never felt euphoria quite like this. You go back to sucking on the toy so you can feel that exquisite full feeling again.

“ Ooh kiddo yea. Fucking hell that’s it baby oh fuck look at you. Got a cock finally inside this little virgin slit and you already need two dicks just to satisfy ya huh? Yea you do. Ho-hold on baby I gotta make sure I never forget this.”

His thrusts slow until he stills inside you as he reaches over to his shorts and pulls out his phone. Once he straightens back up behind you, he opens the camera on his phone and flips it so he sees the debauchery that’s in front of him on his phone.

“Yeaaa that’s it, show the camera how much of a nasty little slut you really are honey. Go on, show em how good your pretty little mouth sucks.”

You should feel shame. Embarrassment. You should beg him to not film you in this lewd act. But you can’t. And won’t. Something about him filming this makes you drip with even more want. Makes you want to do even more depraved, perverted acts with him. Maybe even after, the two of you watch your home movies as you lay in bed.

Ezra holds onto your hip with one hand as the other holds his phone as he drives his throbbing cock back in. He sets an unrelenting pace as he pounds into you.

You’re an absolute mess as you moan around the toy in your mouth.

He chuckles darkly, “Look at my sweet little niece. Letting her dirty old uncle pop her sweet cherry. Nngh oh fuck yea. Perfect fucking pussy squeezing me so tight. Look at my cock hungry little whore. I told you she’d like me baby, she’s so creamy, eating me right up.” His words abruptly ended by a moan he couldn’t help but let out.

“Ff-fuck yea that’s it, Uncle Ezra’s gonna cum in his cunt. It’s mine now baby she’s only gonna take my cock, my cum ya hear? Nnn oh fuck oh fuck let me feel you cum sweetheart, come on”

He reaches back down and quickly rubs circles on your clit and immediately your legs start shaking as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You let out a muffled cry, the toy in your mouth keeps you from yelling very loud.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

Ezra chants and soon you feel him spurt hot cum deep inside you. He stills, cock still buried in your tight heat as he bends down over your back.

Ezra puts his phone down as he holds you for a moment, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and down your back before he pulls himself out of you. You pull off the toy and slump to the side on the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up kiddo. How bout we go get some’ to eat? That sound good baby?”

You look up at him with a smile on your face, “Yea that sounds good.”

Ezra smiles back and with that he helps you up and takes you to the bathroom.

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Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

HEATWAVE collection - Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: They are horny. They are filthy. They are in love.

It’s a collection of one-shots following the same couple. Every story can be read alone.

A STEP INTO HELL - Stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Summary: after you move into his house, Joel finds himself possessed by the idea of having you. Trying to quench his lustful thirst he decides to get his hands on your nudes. To his surprise he finds something even better.

A collection of smutty stories.

One Shots

Hot shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader pwp

Strawberries and cream- no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

Sweet remedy - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

American Beauty -best friend’s dad Joel x f!reader part 2 Please, Sir

Take Me smut, angst

Swallow blurb, smut

Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York mfm

Pt 1 Table for three Pt 2 Who’s your daddy? drabble Get a Taste

I know better than to call you mine fluff, smut

Heatwave pwp

Sweet Cherry virginity loss

In His Arms QZ Joel

Hot for You - drabble

Fill Me Up

Going Down - Joel x reader, Frankie Morales x reader

Wallet Photo - dbf Joel

The Other Brother - twin AU Johnny Miller x reader, Joel x reader

MEOW! - pwp

A Step Into Hell - stepdad!Joel

Halloween Night - stepdad Joel Halloween special

Craving You - Halloween writing challenge fic

His Star - smut, angst

✨Joel drabble - degradation, sub/dom

✨The Funeral - Joel fucks you at a funeral / drabble

✨ Your Boys - you’re about to spend the night with the Miller brothers feat Tommy Miller

✨Harder Than You Think - Boss!Joel x f!reader- written with @milla-frenchy Non con, dead dove

✨Borrowed Time - Joel and you are enjoying an ideal vacation together. Smut, angst, fluff

✨ Joel’s twin x you - pwp, drabble

The Party - dark!Lucien De Leon x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One Shots

The Visit semi-public

Surveillance voyeurism

Drabble based on a gif

Shaving Javi drabble

Steam

Series

The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Watching You - Dave York x f!reader voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave York x f!reader dark, noncon

Table for three - Dave x reader x Joel mfm

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

Other Pedro characters

Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader smut, angst

Destinies Intertwined - General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla mff

The Hoodie - blurb

Going Down - Frankie x f!reader, Joel x f!reader

The Photo - you find Frankie’s photo / 580 words

Non Pedro characters

Sunset - boyfriend Billy (Skeleton Twins) x f!reader Boyd Holbrook character, smut

AO3 /not all fics are there

Joel Miller pencil drawing

Javier Peña pencil drawing

I saved her the last of us 2 edit

If I ever were to lose you Joel and Ellie tlou 2

Joel takes you out to dinner - moodboard

Pedro Pascal lockscreens 1 | 2 | 3

[readychilledwine]

Girl Dad Cass is a god send! Hahaha you should totally write a one shot of reader and Cass’ daughter and Nyx where they end up secretly dating but everyone finds out! Can you imagine the drama? Like they used to play in paint together, Cass helped raise Nyx, but obviously he’s still “not good enough” for Cassian’s little girl and then how offended Rhys would be at that

....Adriana is back so I could put her with the person I'd been originally planning.....

So Small

Summary - After finding Nyx and Adriana together, chaos ensues in the House of Wind

Warnings - implied smut, verbal fighting, some physical stuff because Illyrians, parents walking in on their kids doing things. (It's a reoccurring theme for Cassian. It's what him and reader get as far as Azriel is concerned.)

A/N - When I first wrote Daddy's Girl, I had intended for Adriana to be out on a date with Nyx, but opted against it for some reason. This I can make work, though. I also tried to fulfill two requests in one here for two of my anonies 💜

Adriana felt herself sinking against the front door of the House of Wind, a wide smile engraved on her face.

Tonight had been perfect. He had opened doors for her, paid for their drinks and dinner, he had asked her to dance. She'd been smitten with him since she was a little girl, but now this was different she knew it too. Maybe it was his eyes. Those blue eyes Adriana had found herself falling into since she turned 50 and finally understood what these feelings were.

They had gone beyond childhood infatuation, beyond teen attraction, beyond anything any book or novel had taught her or what she thought she understood from watching the countless stolen kisses and whispered words that occurred between her parents.

Adriana truly believed she was in love.

She stood, shrugging the leather jacket off and hanging it up before tiptoeing quietly towards the stairs. A light flickering on in the living room caught her eye, then the wings, then the spinning chair.

Her father sat illuminated in his full armor, all 7 siphons burning red, his hands folded gently into his lap as if he didn't know what to do with them. "Wherehabeyoubeen?"

The words were slurred together, causing Adriana to giggle. "Have you been drinking, daddy?"

Cassian scoffed as if the idea was insulting before throwing a glass filled with amber liquid over his shoulder, his face falling as it shattered. He cleared his throat, focusing harder, "I would never drink when my babygirl is missing. Where have you been?"

Adriana paused thinking of any excuse she could to hide her date from her over protective father as long as possible. "With Uncle Rhys and Nyx."

Another chair turned and another light illuminated her Uncle Rhys. His cheeks were kissed slightly red, his posture slouched and so casual Adriana thought she had to be dreaming. "Try again." He slurred out.

"Well Nyx was there. As was Ezra." Another chair turned, and Adriana could not longer hold in her laughter as Azriel turned in it, hiccuping heavily as he tried to remember his clearly rehearsed line.

"I forgot what I was supposed to say." Azriel's eyes were distant, hiccups and giggles falling from his mouth as they all snickered before he did a double take towards her, "but where you?"

Nyx, your father is at my house completely shit faced. She heard the heir sigh in her head. Bring Ezra.

She watched as Rhys slowly slid down his chair, lip pulled between her teeth as she tried not to laugh. "Daddy, how much did you three drink?"

She watched as her father looked between the three of them, trying to count on his fingers and blinking rapidly as if they were multiplying on him. "I only had one." His answer was definitive. "Azriel had… how much did you drink, Azzie?"

The shadowsinger went into another hiccup fit before laughter turned into sobered seriousness. Her uncle was playing along and had her breath stilling in her throat. "Addy, I know what you were doing, who you were with." She moved to Azriel, his hand gently taking hers as he blocked Cassian and Rhys from hearing their conversation. "He's a good choice, Adriana." His whispered words clenched at her heart. "I can't imagine a better match for you or him."

Ezra and Nyx appeared. Ezra shirtless and in his sweatpants, clearly having just woken up, further foiled the fake plan she had gone with. Rhys pointed at his nephew, "You were NOT at the concert."

Ezra looked at him, hazel eyes scrunching. "Cauldron boil me, we can't fucking move them out of this house. There's still guest rooms upstairs right?" Adriana nodded as Ezra took his father from her. "Come on dad, let's go lay down."

Azriel nodded, falling back into the act and allowing his son to support him up the stairs to his old bedroom.

Nyx took Rhysand next, "You too, pops. Let's go upstairs and get you some water, yeah?" The heir helped his father, throwing Adriana one last charming smile ans wink as he left her to the lone wolf sitting in a chair, eyes following her every move.

"Daddy, can I deactivate your siphons?" Cassian grunted holding his hands out for her. She pressed the glowing red stones lightly, preparing to step back, only to be yanked into his lap. "Daddy, we can go snuggle in my room."

"Right here is fine." He had his nose buried in her hair. His normal scent of fire and winter air was mixed with the heavy scent of expensive dry aged whiskey and deep wines. "Tell me about your date, nugget."

Adriana froze, leaning back to stare into his eyes. Despite his drunkenness they radiated love, adoration, and almost worship for her. They were the windows into her father's soul, screaming his every emotion to her. The worry, the pain of losing his daughter, the joy in her finally exploring the world.

"I really like him, daddy." Cassian nodded. His hand rubbing his face. "He was good and kind. He held doors open, bought everything, asked me questions about myself." She felt the first sob before the tears actually came and her father buried himself into her shoulder. "Daddy, whats wrong?"

Cassian held tight to her dress, crying into his daughter's shoulder as emotion overwhelmed him. He knew it was the intoxication, and mentally noted in the sober part of his mind to give himself some grace. "I'm just not ready, baby. Your brothers are hardly home anymore, and now you think you can just run around and and date males? I'm old. How am I supposed to handle this."

Adriana smiled thinking of Asher and Flynn up at Windhaven. "Your sons are currently the joint lords of one of the most respected Illyrian Camps. Both with wonderful wives." She brushed his long dark hair from his sweaty forehead. "They're literally coming home for a two week visit tomorrow. And visit almost monthly." She kissed his forehead, watching as his eyes shut and his shoulder relaxed, wings coming to wrap around them.

"I think I'm allowed to date because I am a grown female," Cassian shook his head.

"My baby. You're my baby."

"And I'll always be your baby, daddy." Her tone was gentle but firm, reminding him instantly of her mother. "I will always be your little girl, dad. I just want what you and mom have."

"Does he give you that?" Cassian's voice was almost suddenly sober. "Does he give you those butterflies when he says your name? Does he make your finger and toes feel tingly when he holds your hand?"

Adriana nodded. "Then I can't exactly be mad when you tell me that and I see those stars sparkling in your eyes, can I?" Her brought her head into his shoulder and neck. "How can I say no when you look the happiest I've ever seen you?"

"It'd be pretty rude to, honestly." Cassian hummed. His large hand holding her smaller one, allowing her to feel every scar and callous from years of training to create this beautiful period of peace she was raised in. "I love you, daddy."

"And Gods, I love you," his voice broke again with tears. "I love you so fucking much, baby."

-

3 months later

They got too comfortable. After months of Ezra, Micha, and a few other friends covering for them, they got sloppy.

Nyx had been coming over to bring Adriana paperwork, that was it. She had a few reports he needed to get to his dad as soon as possible, but how could he have said no when he found her alone in an empty home, naked as the day she was born in her room.

It was worth it, he kept telling himself as Cassian kicked him back to the ground. Worth every second. She was worth every second.

"You fucking helped raise her! How long have you been grooming her?! How long have you been taking advantage of her?"

A fist found the side of Nyx's jaw and he caved, calling out for his father and mother. Pleading with Ezra and Azriel to come. His Aunt was trying to hold Cassian back. Screaming at him to stop. Screaming for him to just talk to Nyx and Adriana. Nyx's eyes flicked to where his mate was, the shadow wraith twins holding her tightly as she begged for Cassian to stop.

Shadows and darkness grabbed Cassian, ripping him away from Nyx and allowing soft hands to hold him. "What the fuck is happening here?" His father's loud voice was laced with anger and fury.

It didn't take the shadowsinger long to put two and two together. Adriana's hair was a mess, a soft satin robe tied tight against her body. Nyx was in boxers, the faint outlines of crescent moon shaped wounds in his back and shoulders. "Nyx and Adriana finally got caught." Several eyes shot to him, and he shrugged. "They weren't that sneaky."

Ezra's jaw tightened as he grabbed the dress his own shadows brought him before going to Adriana and covering her in them to allow her to put clothing on. "Just tell them Nyx, cat is out of the bag already."

The heir was holding his jaw, reaching deeply inside himself to prevent from lashing out against Cassian the way his blood was pounding for him to. "She's my mate. We've been dating for close to 7 months now and hid it for this exact reason." Nyx winched as Rhysand came to him, checking the forming bruise.

"I never once tried to touch her when she was a child. I never once told her she couldn't see anyone else. She's been on countless dates with a few other High Lords sons, with a few illyrians from Windhaven, and a random shopkeeper. I never interfered or stopped her."

Cassian growled loudly, about to hit his nephew again until Azriel and y/n held him back. "I have watched what you do to females, Nyx. That's not happening. Not my daughter."

Rhys shot Cassian a look. "What my son has done? You mean following our mutual shit advice and enjoying his youth?"

Adriana felt her world shifting and falling apart, your words were ignored as Rhys and Cassian began to argue again. Her heart was in her throat as she started to cry. Ezra tucked her into him tightly, hand lacing into her locks as he tried to calm her down. "Daddy, I love him," she felt warmth down the bond as Nyx sent a silent I love you back to her.

"I never strung females along the way he has, Rhys," the general growled. "I'm not allowing that to date my girl." Rhys clicked his tongue, finger pointing at Cassian.

You gave the two of them a look before looking between your two child, sympathy etched deep into your features. "Let's all just go sit down and talk about this."

"And he's not good enough. He's going to use you just like he did every female before you."

It was Rhysand's turn then. He jumped Cassian without warning, fists flying as he lost himself and his composure. You went to try to pull them apart, only to have Feyre jump you, thinking you were about to help Cassian.

Hell had broken loose in that moment. You were not combat trained. You were a scholar, a Librarian who spent her days reading and researching ancient civilizations and languages for your High Lord. You could hardly defend yourself against the high lady, just begging her stop, telling her you were trying to stop the fight. Azriel was moving first, but ended up getting tangled into the fight with Cassian and Rhys.

Nyx was immediate to grab his mother, ripping her off of you and staring at her as if she was insane. He knew better than to stop between his father and Cassian. Blood had been drawn between the two. Fists were being thrown at a speed he couldn't even comprehend. He left them to Azriel, Ezra, and their shadows as he knelt down beside his crying aunt. "Mom, you need to go get Madja." His aunt was covered in her own blood, shaking. "Mom, I'm not asking. I am telling you. Go get Madja now."

"Dad, she's hurt, bad." The sentence had Rhys and Cassian stopping mid strike, their shirts both held in one fist. Rhys took one look at you and froze, his hand dropped from Cassian. They had been so caught in their own fight they had not even heard you and Feyre begin to. Cassian's hand dropped from Rhys as he ran to you, cradling you against his chest as you whimpered.

His father's attack was understandable, justified even by Illyrian standards. His mother's attack had been to hurt Cassian to make Cassian feel as low as his parents were right now. It wasn't understandable, nor justified. It went against every lesson Nyx, Ezra, and Adriana had ever been taught. Never harm the priestesses. Never harm the scholars.

"Get out of my house." He demanded. "Take your fucking son and get out of my home." It could have all been forgiven, it could have all been talked out, but this was a line. A crossed, now broken, line Rhysand and Azriel did not know if Feyre or Rhys could fix. "We'll be moved out and into Windhaven by the end of the week. Get the fuck out of my house.. Now."

Adriana had moved from Ezra's protection to her mother, comforting her softly as she began to assess the wounds. "Ezra," Nyx flinched as his mate called for their friend instead of him. "I need water and a few rags please."

The younger shadowsinger moved without hesitation and was back all in time for Rhys and Cassian to begin another verbal spar.

"It was instinct to protect her mate, Cassian, she didn't mean to." Cassian shook his head, holding his wife closer to him.

Azriel looked a Rhys and then down at you and Cassian and instantly moved to help Adriana clean and assess your wounds.

Your lip was split open, jaw bruised, eye bruised. Feyre had not pulled a single punch.

"You think this is justified? I walk in on your son fucking my daughter. I saw red, Rhys. I fought another male who has gone through extensive training." He paused. "I made a comment in anger I shouldn't have and was going to let you beat the shit out of me because I deserved that and I am trained." His finger ran the length of your bloodied lip. "My wife has no training. She's a priestess who claimed sanctuary in the House of Wind and now her high lady has violated that safety."

"Cassian, I'm sorry." Rhysand was pleading. "Let me heal her. Please. Let me heal her and we can all talk about this."

Nyx shook his head at his dad. "We can't fix this," he muttered. "Not right now. It's too fresh."

Rhys disagreed, moving slowly to kneel down next to you. It was a dangerous game. Cassian was always protective of you, even before the bond snapped and you accepted it. He had found you naked, beaten, and covered in the blood of other females in an Illyrian temple. A story all too familiar to them with Azriel's own wife. Unlike the ferocious redhead, though, you had found comfort in the quiet.

Cassian had begun courting you around the same time Azriel had Gwyn. Cassian had found it much harder. You were a gentle being who appreciated the little things, Cassian was a warrior known for grand and dramatic gestures. Oil and fire, they all had joked. But even now, you two and the love you shared burned so brightly it seemed to be a beacon of hope to all around you.

Rhys held eye contact with him, pressing a hand gently to your face. He healed you while maintaining that contact with Cassian, eyes pleading. "Please do not take my son's mate away from him because mine made an unforgivable error. If you never speak to Feyre and I again," Rhysand's throat tightened at the thought alone, "I will understand, but please. Do not make them part ways over this."

Cassian's jaw twitched as Rhys sent him the memories of he and Azriel holding the high lord when Feyre was trapped in Spring and again after Tamlin had taken her in Hybern. "Please do not make him experience the pain I did."

"Ezra, can you take y/n to our room please." Cassian would not look at them. "Nyx there's spare leathers in the shed if you want to borrow some so we can all talk."

-

The conversation had moved to the living room. Adriana tucked tight into Cassian's side as they waited for Madja to come back down. Ezra was pacing the fireplace area. Azriel was in a chair between Rhys and Cassian. Nyx was sat next to his father.

Feyre had left immediately upon her return with Madja, crying as she fully realized the extent of what she had done. She knew she needed to allow her husband to handle his brother and this situation before she could apologize.

"What if-"

"Don't," Cassian stopped Adriana gently. "Don't think that or put it into the air, little one. Positive thoughts only." He kissed her head, refusing to continue the discussion of Feyre's actions until Madja came back.

The old healer appeared downstairs and motioned for Cassian to join her in another room. Adriana folding in on herself, heavy sobs shaking her body as her wings tucked in tight against her frame.

Nyx moved to her instantly. "Adriana, what's going on?"

Adriana shook her head. She knew her mother still had nightmares about her attack, nightmares that kept her father up late into the night. Nightmares that had been gone for a little over a month now, and this may trigger.

Cassian moved back into the room, thanking Madja as she went back up the steps and to your side. He nodded to Adriana, taking a different seat to allow Nyx to continue to comfort her.

Cassian knew what he needed to do, putting a hand on the heir's knee and waiting for him to look at him. When his blue eyes finally did, Cassian spoke. "I am sorry I put my hands on you in anger and said cruel things about you and to you." Nyx felt his lip tremble slightly. "I am sorry, Nyx. I was in shock. I was angry because I didn't even know she's had sex before. I thought that you were-" Cassian shook his head. "There's no excuse for what I said or did. I just hope you can find it in your heart and mind to forgive me someday."

Nyx threw himself into his uncle's arms. "I already forgive you. I promise her first time was special. I promise I treated her well."

"I know you did," Cassian confirmed. "I know you love her. I can see it. I've been able to for a while. Just, please stop hiding things from me when it comes to my daughter." Nyx nodded. "I won't take her away. I promise, Nyxie. Ezra would also kill me."

The young shadowsinger nodded. "I would try. Your old ass is still pretty spunky, though."

Nyx moved back to his spot, allowing Cassian to move to Adriana. "No more lying," he said firmly. "No more hiding anything from us. We raised you in an open and supportive household. We allowed you to make decisions based on your judgements and supported you as long as what you did wouldn't cause harm to anyone else. I raised you better than to keep lies and secrets from your mother and I. Agreed?"

Adriana nodded. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"I know you are, angel. It's okay."

You came down the stairs with Madja. Walking the healer to the door, you stopped as you saw Feyre sitting on the steps. You grabbed her hand gently, pulling her into the living room where your families all sat.

"Are we all actually surprised by this?" You finally asked. "Or are we just trying to continue to deny something that clearly has been existing since Adriana figured out she likes males?"

The room went into laughter. You moved to Nyx, kissing his forehead. "You are so much more than we could have ever asked for, Nyx. I am so sorry this was the response you got." Adriana had moved to Rhysand and Feyre's open arms while you and Cassian paid attention to their oldest son.

"It's my fault too," he closed his eyes, enjoying your hands running through his short hair. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have encouraged her to hide it until we were sure."

"And you are sure now?" You asked holding eye contact with Nyx.

He nodded. Conjuring a small black box and showing Cassian who hid it using his wing. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

You kissed his forehead again, tears welling in your eyes, "Then this is the perfect happy ending."

"No," Cassian spoke softly, watching as Rhysand held Adriana's face in his hands, his forehead resting against hers as they spoke with her about shadowing Feyre for a month. Rhysands thumbs were stroking his daughter's cheeks as she nodded, tears in his and Feyre's eyes. "This is the perfect beginning."

[wannab-urs]

Pedro Pascal Character Fic Recs | Vol 41

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Hello and welcome to The Spreadsheet Digest, a weekly(ish) fic rec list. This is everything I've read in the past week. There's a wide variety of vibes here, so be sure to check tags carefully. Summaries and tags are provided by the author unless they didn't include them -- then I add them myself.

Volatile a Dave York one shot by @javier-pena

Dave moves in with you and your husband after his divorce to help him get back on his feet.

protective Dave | mention of divorce | mention of food | infidelity | oral (m receiving) (mentioned) | mirror sex (mentioned) | masturbation (female) | getting off on cheating | use of a bullet vibrator | dirty talk | name calling | slight degradation kink | mention of canon typical violence | injuries (nothing too graphic) | slapping | edging | fingering | choking | anal (f receiving) | spitting | spanking (pussy and regular) | double penetration (kind of) | use of restraints

Dirty Laundry a Dave York one shot by @taeslarityy

it’s a hot august week at the york’s lake house, which also happens to be the week you and your husband got married one year ago. your father in law — dave york — finds you changing in the laundry room and decides to give you a celebration of his own.

father-in-law dave york, infidelity, dubcon, NON-CON, age gap (reader is 21, dave is nearing 50), SMUT 18+, heavy degradation(whore, slut, bitch), humiliation, dumbification, unprotected piv, sir kink, rough face-fucking, forced creampie, talk of pregnancy, reader is under the impression that she endures forced impregnation, hair pulling, slapping, spanking, semi naive reader, dave is not a cutesy nice man in this.. he honestly has no concern for readers feelings or pleasure. so please, if themes like dubious consent + non-con + blatant cheating are not ur forte, protect ur peace and scroll away!!

The Stranger the Better a Dieter one shot by @seventeenpins

Dieter gets tentacles. That's the fic.

uhhhh this one has a whole lot: importantly--TENTACLES!, lots of viscous body fluids, slight dubcon due to tentacles with a mind of their own??, buckets of cum, piv, tiv 👀, dieter is a switch, sex parasite, anal, masturbation, body horror, idk they're freaks and it's great, reader has a vulva but gendered language is not used

Keep Me Warm an Ezra/No. 2 one shot by @morallyinept

Stranded on the Green moon together, after Ezra's ship has been taken from him, Ezra and Number Two share body heat to stay warm during the cold night. Or, the prequel to Prospect nobody asked for...

Frottage/jerking off/a smidge of oral/Ezra taking liberties - all consensual, even though Number Two doesn't speak/some fluff thrown in because Ezra is just a lovable scamp. 🥰 This is male-on-male shenanigans, if that bothers you, we can't be fwends. We bask in the rainbow here. 🌈 I've used some actual Prospect script dialogue towards the end.

Stretch a Joel/Dieter/reader one shot by @sp00kymulderr

Dieter introduces you to his yoga instructor.

M for mentions of sex. AU in which Joel is very flexible. Dieter is a menace. Daydreaming about a threesome. Reader is able bodied/takes part in a yoga class. No use of pronouns for reader but they are called babe & baby.

Lock the Gate a Joel series by @almostfoxglove

You're less than enthusiastic when your uncle's partner Frank invites two strangers from the Boston QZ to your compound to trade. Joel Miller proves just as callous as you and brutishly stubborn—but after a cutting first impression, a bloody inconvenience, and a long walk through infested woods, you're not sure if the fire you carry for him is actually hate.

Canon typical violence, injury, gore, and body horror. (Eventual) smut. Reference of the death of a child, the death of a spouse, and brief mention of past suicide (an OC). Bitter allies to lovers.

Cover Me Up a Joel series by @almostfoxglove

You've learned what it takes to survive the end of the world: complete isolation. Sheer, stubborn self-reliance. But when you spare the lives of two kids who break into your isolated cabin in the woods, they lead you back to their settlement in Jackson. Four years later, you're a solitary but respected pillar of Jackson's close-knit community when Tommy's brother Joel shows up unannounced, kid in tow. You think nothing of him or the kid. You like your quiet life. Too bad it won't stay quiet for long.

Description of and reference to canon-typical violence, gore, illness, and body horror. Descriptions of / mention of panic attacks. Explicit smut, allusions to smut. Reference to pregnancy (NOT reader), childbirth (NOT reader), the death of a child, and the death of a sibling.

Don't You Ever Grow Up a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Joel experiences many emotions as Sarah reaches the childhood milestone of getting her “big girl” bed.

FLUFF and like the kind of angst that makes you smile

Happy Reading!

[cheynovak]

Forged - Part six (final)

Summary: Calista is a young woman who lives with her uncle and nephew since her parents died, one day 'the God king's' guards under the leadership of a knight come to town. Looking for young women to present to the crown prince Cyrus (Luke Evans) , who is in search of a wife before he can claim the throne. Calista meets the handsome Knight Ezra (Jensen Ackles) who doesn't seem to be who she thinks he is. Will she fall for the dark intriguing prince, or will she fall for the guidance and warmth of Ezra?  

         

Warnings:    18+, smut, oral sex, fighting, bloodshed, ...

English is not my first language  

Words:  6300  

Part 6 out of 6  

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

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“What got into you?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with curiosity.  

I turned to face him, a smile playing on my lips. “I’m done being a pawn for your brother, and I don't want you to be one either.” I said, his eyes softened as he took in my words. A deep, genuine smile spread across his face, reflecting the joy and relief that matched my own. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead, his touch tender and affectionate. my voice steady and filled with conviction. “It is my turn to take what I want.” I added and kissed him again   

And what I wanted, from the beginning, was Ezra.   

-- 

I woke up to the gentle warmth of sunlight on my skin... No, it wasn’t the sun. It was Ezra's warmth, radiating like the morning light, I slowly opened my eyes, not wanting to let go just yet. I realized he was still asleep, his arm draped protectively over me. 

His presence felt like a safety I hadn't known I needed, grounding me in a way that made the world outside of this room seem distant and unimportant. My face rested against his toned chest, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. 

I smiled to myself as I traced the soft freckles scattered across his chest, my fingers moving lightly over his skin. The memories of last night played vividly in my mind. We couldn’t get enough of each other, our passion overwhelming and undeniable. It wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper, something that finally aligned my mind and heart. 

For the first time in a long while, everything felt right. My doubts, my fears, they all faded away in the light of the truth I had found. Ezra was who I wanted, who I needed. The thought filled me with a sense of peace and certainty I hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. 

Ezra shifted slightly in his sleep, his arm tightening around me as if he sensed my thoughts. I nestled closer, closing my eyes again, content to stay wrapped in this moment for as long as I could. 

By the time he woke up, it was almost noon. We had shifted during the morning, and I had fallen asleep again, my body still tucked against his, his arm under my head, but I lay on my stomach. I felt a soft pressure on my back, waking to the sensation of gentle kisses trailing along my bare skin. “Good morning,” he whispered in my ear, his voice warm and tender as his other hand rested on my hip. 

I turned toward him, still drowsy but filled with a sense of contentment, and kissed him deeply, pulling him closer, wanting to lose myself in him again. But he held back slightly, his expression shifting as he gently asked, “Ready to tell me what happened last night.” I tried to joke and said, "I don't know about you, but I had mind blowing sex with a god." He smiled softly but was still concerned. "Calista..." he whispered to show he expected a real answer from me.

My mood darkened, and he noticed the change immediately. I hesitated, the words catching in my throat, but I knew I had to tell him. “I saw Cyrus... and Sara,” I began, my voice trembling. “They’re romantically involved, I that I don’t even care about.” I had to clarify before he thought I wanted him only for payback. “I overheard them talking... Cyrus admitted that the poison was hers. He is the one who has been poisoning me from the start. I don’t know why, but now he wants me gone. I don’t know if your aunt even had anything to do with the poison...” Or your fathers dead I thought. 

The air seemed to thicken with tension as my words sank in. Ezra’s face went from concern to a cold, controlled fury. He sat up, his muscles tensing as he processed what I had just revealed. His eyes darkened, and I could feel the anger radiating from him like a storm about to break. 

“He’s been poisoning you, hurting you... I thought he wanted you.” His voice was low, but the fury in it was unmistakable. He clenched his fists, his breath shaking with rage. “I’m going to kill him.” 

“Ezra, please—” 

“No, Calista,” he cut me off, standing up from the bed, pacing with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. his anger still simmering beneath the surface. I jumped out of bed, the sheets still wrapped around me, and moved to stand in front of him, blocking his path. His eyes met mine, and I could see the storm within them starting to calm, though it hadn't completely subsided. 

“I need to find out exactly what happened, what he is planning.” I said softly, trying to reach him through his anger. “If you go after him now, it’ll only make you look like the jealous brother who wants the throne.” 

He paused, his jaw clenched, clearly struggling with the idea. His hands, which had been balled into fists, slowly relaxed. “You’re right,” he finally admitted, though the reluctance was evident in his voice. “But I can’t just stand by and do nothing.” 

“We won’t,” I assured him, placing a hand on his arm. “But we have to be smart about this. We need to gather evidence, find out what their plan is and ask the council to reconsider his title, to help us. If we confront them now, without proof, it’ll be our word against theirs.” 

He looked at me, the fire in his eyes still flickering but controlled now. “I won’t let them hurt you, Calista. I’ll won’t be able to hold myself back if he does.” 

“I know,” I whispered, my heart aching with the weight of everything that had happened. “But we have to be careful.” I rested my head against his chest, feeling the angry fast beat of his heart. Ezra spoke, voicing the thought I had been dreading all morning. 

“You have to go in a minute,” he said quietly, his hand gently stroking my hair. “He’ll be wondering why you didn’t spend the night with him.” I huffed, a bitter edge to my voice as I replied, “He probably stayed with Sara, he didn’t miss me. I hope you know I don’t spend every night with him.” Ezra shook his head, doubt etched in his features. “But you did spend at least one together.” he said while his finger moved through my darkened hair and he looked deep in my eyes, I knew he saw the divine swirling deep down mixed in the brown color. But all he said was “He sent me to search for you last night. He’s suspicious, Calista.” 

The reality of the situation hit me like a cold wave. As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, wrapped in Ezra’s warmth and safety, I knew he was right. I had to return before Cyrus became too suspicious, before he started asking questions, I wasn’t ready to answer. I sighed, pulling away from Ezra slightly to look up at him. “I hate this,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“I know,” he said softly, his fingers still brushing over my hair. Though the thought of leaving him felt like a weight in my chest. “I’ll go,” I said reluctantly, “but promise me you’ll be careful too. We can’t let them know we’re onto them.” Ezra’s expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I promise,” he said. “I’ll keep my distance and gather what I can. You just focus on keeping up appearances.” 

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the role I had to play. “I’ll do my best,” I said, pulling away from him completely. As I dressed, the reality of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders. But I knew one thing for certain: I wasn’t going to let Cyrus and Sara’s schemes destroy everything. Not without a fight. 

The next few days were awful, a twisted game of pretence that drained every ounce of my energy. I forced myself to be the perfect wife, smiling and playing the role I was expected to, even as my heart was heavy with betrayal and anger. 

Cyrus held me close whenever we were together, his touch sending cold shivers down my spine instead of the warmth I once felt. He asked me about that night, suspicion flickering in his eyes as he questioned where I had been. 

“I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied, keeping my voice steady. “I needed some air, so I walked outside. By the time I got back, it was late, and I didn’t want to disturb you, so I stayed in my own room.” 

He studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. I held my breath, praying he would believe me, that he wouldn’t see through the facade I had carefully constructed. 

Finally, he nodded, though I could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Alright,” he said, his tone more resigned than trusting. “But next time, let me know. I don’t like not knowing where you are.” 

I forced a smile, nodding in agreement. “Of course,” I replied, though the words tasted bitter on my tongue. 

I planned an afternoon in the garden with Micah, hoping for some semblance of normalcy in the midst of the chaos swirling around me. The sun was bright, casting a warm glow over the meticulously tended flowers and lush greenery. Micah, with his boundless energy and infectious laughter, was a welcome distraction from the heavy burden I carried. 

As we wandered through the garden, stopping to admire the blooming roses and chase after butterflies, I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head slightly, I saw Cyrus and Sara walking in the hall that overlooked the garden. 

They were the picture of decorum, keeping a respectful distance from one another as they casually talked. From an outsider's perspective, they appeared nothing like the intimate, conspiratorial duo I had witnessed on the night of the coronation. Their body language was impeccable, carefully calculated to project an image of professionalism and politeness. 

But I knew better. 

Seeing them like this only deepened the pit of anger and resentment that had been growing inside me since that night. 

Micah tugged on my hand, drawing my attention back to him. "Come on, let's go see the pond!" he exclaimed, his eyes bright with excitement. I forced a smile, nodding as I let him lead me away, trying to push the image of Cyrus and Sara out of my mind. 

As Micah tossed bits of bread into the pond, delighting in the way the fish eagerly swarmed the surface, I felt a presence behind me. Turning slightly, I saw Sara approaching, her steps cautious and her expression carefully composed. There was something almost predatory about her demeanor, a subtle hint of calculation in her eyes as she drew closer. 

"Calista," she began, her tone unusually soft, almost contrite. "I wanted to apologize. Cyrus and I had a conversation, and he convinced me that I should give you the respect you deserve." She offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, as if she were trying to portray sincerity but failing to hide the underlying tension. 

I returned her smile, though mine was edged with the knowledge of her true intentions. This was no genuine apology; it was a move in the game she and Cyrus were playing. But two could play at that. 

"It’s wise of you to recognize that," I replied smoothly, my voice carrying a calm authority. "After all, I am your queen now." I allowed the title to hang between us, letting it sink in. "And going forward, I think it would be more appropriate for you to address me as such, rather than by my name." 

Sara’s smile faltered for the briefest moment, a flicker of something dark passing through her eyes. But she recovered quickly, bowing her head slightly in acknowledgment. "Of course, Your Majesty," she said, the words coming out a bit stiffly, as if they were difficult for her to utter. 

Satisfied, I turned my attention back to Micah, who was still engrossed in feeding the fish, oblivious to the tension between the two of us. But I kept Sara in my peripheral vision, aware that this interaction was just another step in the silent war that had been brewing since the night of the coronation. 

Sara may have come to play her part, but I was no longer the naive girl who could be easily manipulated. I had seen through their game, and now I was determined to play it on my own terms. 

That evening, as the dinner progressed, I noticed Cyrus leaving the table earlier than usual. He mentioned a council meeting, his voice smooth and nonchalant, but there was a glint in his eye that made me suspicious. He'd been doing this often lately, slipping away with vague excuses, and each time, my frustration grew. 

I waited a few minutes after he left, then excused myself from the table as well. I hurried through the corridors, trying to catch up to him. But once again, as I turned the corner where I was sure he had gone, I found nothing but an empty hallway. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. My pulse quickened, a mix of anger and determination burning within me. 

This pattern had been repeating itself over the past few weeks, and each time I tried to follow him, I ended up lost or misled. Cyrus was careful, too careful, and it was driving me mad. I needed to know where he was going and what he was doing, especially now that I knew the truth about his treachery. But no matter how hard I tried, he always managed to slip away, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions and mounting frustration. 

I returned to my chambers, the heavy weight of suspicion and helplessness pressing down on me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever he was up to, it was something that could put me in even greater danger. I knew I had to be smarter, more strategic, if I wanted to uncover his secrets. 

A knock on the door startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. My heart leapt, thinking it might be Cyrus, but when I opened the door, I found Ezra standing there, looking over his shoulder hoping no one saw him. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by a surge of longing. Without a word, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, his eyes filled with a desperate need. Before I could say anything, his lips crashed into mine, a kiss with an intensity that made my knees weak. 

We had been apart for over a week, Cyrus had sent Ezra away on some mission, and the longing we felt was palpable in every touch, every breath. I could feel how much he had missed me in the way his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t bear the thought of being apart any longer. 

I responded with equal fervour, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepened the kiss, our bodies and hearts reconnecting after the forced separation. The need, the desperation, the love, it was all there, woven into each kiss, each touch. This had been our way of coping, sneaking away to a room, pulling him aside in a dark hallway, sneaking around in the night in the castle, all while stealing passioned kisses and occasionally even making love when there was time. All though he never let himself go like the first night. The idea of me having his child, it would mean the end of us all, especially since I refused to sleep with Cyrus anymore.  

Finally, we pulled apart, both of us breathless, our foreheads resting against each other as we tried to steady our racing hearts. His hands were still on my waist, holding me close as if afraid I might slip away. 

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “I missed you too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Ezra’s gaze softened as he looked at me, a mix of concern and desire in his eyes. “Did you find anything?” he asked while I guided him to the edge of the bed and pushed him gently to sit down, his eyes following my movements with an unreadable expression. 

I shook my head in response to his question as I knelt in front of him, I worked at the fastenings of his pants. His hands found my chin, tilting it up so he could look directly into my eyes. “It’s not the best time for this, Calista,” he said, his voice filled with a combination of urgency and tenderness. “Cyrus wants me to report what happened.” 

I smiled, my eyes glinting with mischief and determination. “Then let’s make this quick, just enjoy.” I replied, my tone laced with both playful defiance and a sense of urgency. I gently pulled his hands away from my face, guiding them down to his sides as I continued to work on his pants. 

With a soft chuckle, he leaned back, his expression shifting to one of acceptance and eager anticipation. “You’re determined,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. “Absolutely,” I replied, my fingers deftly finishing their task. “I’ve missed you too much to wait any longer.” 

The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric and the quiet hum of anticipation as I settled myself in front of him, with a final, soft touch of my hands on his thighs, I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his while taking his half hard member in my mouth. Ezra’s breath hitched as he watched me, his hands finding their way back to my hair, ready to respond to my every touch. 

Knowing I had just enough time to pleasure him before Cyrus expected us. 

-- 

I was sitting beside Cyrus in the throne room, I found it difficult to mask the tumultuous emotions that churned inside me. Especially after Ezra had the great idea a few nights back, before his task, to pleasure me right here, right on my throne, while kneeling before me, his face between my thighs, it took me everything in my power not to scream his name through these walls. The room now, was filled with the soft murmur of advisors and the occasional rustling of fabric as dignitaries moved about. Cyrus sat tall and imposing on the throne, his demeanour regal and composed, but his eyes betrayed an underlying tension. 

The knowledge that Ezra had discovered Cyrus’s intentions on his trip, to expand territory through military force weighed heavily on me. Ezra's revelations had shaken my world. The notion of a coming war, the potential suffering, and the risk of losing everything we, humans had fought for plagued my thoughts. 

In addition, Ezra had discovered a medicine woman in the town who offered him a medicinal potion that could prevent pregnancy, a revelation he had shared right before we walked out to the room we were sitting in now, I looked over at him, wanting to rip the clothes off and take him right then and there. The idea of being with Ezra, of escaping the harsh reality of my marriage and the impending conflict, was almost overwhelming. 

Cyrus's attention was focused on a scroll that was being presented by one of his advisors. As he reviewed it, I leaned closer, my mind still preoccupied with Ezra’s words and the gravity of the situation yet unable to not stare at that beautiful man in front of me. 

Cyrus's voice broke through my thoughts. "You seem distant, Calista. Is everything alright?" I turned to him, forcing a reassuring smile. "Everything is fine, my king," I replied, though my mind was far from calm. "Just... thinking about the future." Cyrus nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. He returned to his scroll, but I could sense that he was still observant, his eyes occasionally darting toward me.  

As the discussions continued around us, my thoughts wandered back to Ezra and the intimate moments we had shared. The urgency in his voice, the desire in his eyes, it all felt so real and immediate. The tension between us was palpable, a constant reminder of the unspoken bond we shared. 

I knew that in this precarious position, I had to maintain my composure. I glanced at Cyrus, who was now engaged in a heated discussion with one of his advisors. Suddenly, Cyrus stood up abruptly, his anger palpable as he announced the cancellation of the meeting and stormed out. Confused but sensing an opportunity, I exchanged glances with Ezra. He gave me a subtle nod, signalling that I should follow him. 

I trailed behind Ezra as he slipped through a concealed door leading into a tunnel. My curiosity and concern drove me to follow him into the dimly lit passage. As we moved deeper, we came upon a clandestine meeting where Cyrus was conversing with Sara and a few other high-ranking council members. 

The conversation I overheard was shocking. They were plotting to invade my old world, with the intention of enslaving its people. Cyrus revealed that he needed me to act as a lure since the humans trusted me, given my past connection with them. Everything began to make sense. It was all part of Cyrus’s plan to use me for his own gain. 

He had intended to keep me drugged to ensure my compliance and eventually use me to manipulate and betray my former world. If that plan worked, he was to keep me out of the public eye, with the ultimate goal of eliminating me once his objectives were met. The drugging had been a mistake; rather than merely making me ill, it had caused me to faint. His first real strategy was to avoid marrying me and claim the throne unchallenged, but that didn’t worked out, so now he was using me as a pawn to lure and then eliminate my people. 

The older man in the group questioned Cyrus about Ezra’s involvement, noting that Ezra was stronger than him. Cyrus dismissed the concern with a confident tone, saying, "Once Calista is gone, Ezra will willingly end his own life." 

Another member of the council asked how Cyrus planned held the people, not to turn against him if I was dead. Cyrus remained silent, his gaze shifting toward the door behind which I was hiding. Realizing I had been discovered, I panicked and fled, fearing that I might be caught. 

I ran through the dimly lit corridors, my heart pounding as if it might burst from my chest. My breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps, and I felt a wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm me. The weight of what I had overheard pressed down on me, making me feel lightheaded and unsteady. 

Finally, I reached Ezra’s door, my trembling hand knocking urgently. When he opened it, his face shifted from confusion to concern as he took in my pale, distressed appearance. 

“Calista, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with worry. 

“I... I overheard something,” I managed to say, my voice barely more than a whisper. I took a deep breath, struggling to steady myself. “Cyrus... he’s planning to enslave the humans, to have me killed. He’s using me to lure the people from my old world and then...  He even said he wants you dead, you would end your own life once I’m gone.” My knees nearly giving way. “ I heard them talking. They’re planning to take over my old world and enslave the humans. Cyrus wanted to use me to manipulate them. I don’t know what to do... I’m so scared.”  

-- 

As the night deepened, my anxiety grew. I paced Ezra’s room, my thoughts racing. Where was he? He had left earlier, saying he needed to make plans for our escape, but now the room felt suffocatingly quiet. I had hoped he would return by now with a plan or some news. 

A soft knock on the door startled me. I opened it to find Marie standing there, her clothes torn and face bruised. Before I could react, two guards stepped out from behind her, grabbing me with rough hands. I struggled against their hold, but their grip was unyielding as they dragged me through the corridors. 

My heart pounded as we were led to the throne room. The grand doors swung open, revealing a chilling scene. Ezra was on his knees in front of Cyrus, bound by some spell Cyrus casted, his hands and feet covered in a dark purple glow, Cyrus, who stood with a wicked, triumphant smile. The sight made my blood run cold. 

Cyrus’s gaze locked onto me as I was roughly thrown into the room. “Spying on me, Calista?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “I underestimated you.” 

My eyes darted to Ezra, who looked up at me with a mixture of defeat and sorrow. My stomach churned with fear and helplessness. I tried to steady my voice, but it came out trembling. “What is this? What do you want?” 

Cyrus's smile widened. “You’ve been quite a thorn in my side. I should have known you wouldn’t be easily controlled. Now, it seems we have a lot to discuss.” His eyes flicked to Ezra, then back to me. “You see, my plans have been set in motion, and you used to be a crucial part of them.” The guards held me tightly as Cyrus began to explain his scheme, and I could only watch in horror, knowing that Ezra and I were running out of time. 

He approached me with a menacing calmness, his expression dark and unreadable. He cupped my face in his hands, his touch chilling against my skin. "Calista," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "if you kept my little secret to yourself, I wouldn’t have to end Ezra’s life...so soon." 

I struggled to keep my composure, trying to process his threat. "I should have known it was him," he continued, his eyes narrowing. "I knew you were betraying me, but my own brother?" A harsh laugh escaped me, cold and hollow. "You betrayed me first," I spat out, unable to hide my bitterness. “ No no no, we made a deal.” he said walking over to Ezra. “You never said anything about slavery or invading a world not yours to take.” I spit out.  

Cyrus’s face contorted with rage, his voice rising to a roar. "I am the king!" he bellowed, the authority in his tone echoing through the vast chamber. “You will do as I command, or you will suffer the consequences. No one defies me and lives to tell the tale.” 

Cyrus’s face twisted into a sinister smile as he stepped toward Ezra, the blade in his hand glowing ominously with a deep purple hue. The air around us grew heavy with tension, the room seemingly vibrating with the dark energy of the blade. 

Ezra, still kneeling, looked up at Cyrus with defiance and fear mingling in his eyes. Cyrus yanked Ezra’s head back roughly, exposing his throat. My heart pounded in my chest, a desperate panic rising like a wildfire. I tried to call out, my voice cracking with fear and desperation, begging Cyrus to stop. 

“No, please!” I shouted, my voice trembling. “Don’t do this! I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt him!” I knew I wouldn’t be able to take him down, I wasn’t nearly as strong or fast. Especially now Cyrus his guard held me back.

Cyrus’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. He ignored my pleas, the blade cold and unyielding against Ezra’s skin. I watched in horror as the tip of the blade pressed into Ezra’s throat, a thin line of blood beginning to seep from the wound. 

The sight of Ezra’s blood triggered something deep within me. It was as if an explosive force within me awakened, fuelled by the very power Cyrus had carelessly gifted me. I felt an immense surge of energy coursing through my veins, the power that had lain dormant now roaring to life. 

I screamed in agony and fury, the sound escaping my lips like a primal roar. The room around us seemed to convulse with the force of my cry. The walls shook violently, and a powerful shockwave of energy erupted from my body. 

The force of the explosion sent everyone—Cyrus, Ezra, the guards, and even Marie—crashing against the walls with bone-jarring impacts. The throne room, once a symbol of opulence and control, was now filled with chaos and destruction. The furniture shattered, the tapestries ripped from their hangings, and debris scattered across the floor. 

Cyrus was thrown back, his wicked grin replaced by an expression of shock and rage as he struggled to regain his footing. Ezra, thrown off balance but still alive, looked at me with a mixture of awe and concern. Marie lay unconscious, her face pale and battered from the force of the blast. Breathing heavily, I stood amidst the wreckage, my body trembling from the exertion of the unleashed power.  

Cyrus roared with fury, his eyes blazing with a wrathful fire as he advanced on me. The throne room, now became the stage for our final confrontation. His attacks were brutal and unrelenting, each blow landing with bone-crushing force. I staggered under the weight of his strikes, my body growing weaker with every hit, but through the pain, I maintained a wide, defiant grin. 

Cyrus’s anger intensified as he pummelled me, his face a mask of rage and confusion. “You thought you could outsmart me?” he spat, each word punctuated by another vicious blow. “You thought your pathetic power could hurt me?” 

I met his gaze, blood streaming from my wounds, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “I never needed to hurt you,” I said, my voice strained but resolute. “Just distract you.” 

His confusion deepened, and for a brief moment, his guard lowered. It was in that crucial instant that the golden light began to fill the room. The air crackled with a newfound energy, an overwhelming radiance that pushed back the shadows and the oppressive weight of Cyrus’s malevolence. The power surged through the room, bathing everything in a brilliant, otherworldly blinding glow. 

Cyrus’s expression shifted from rage to bewilderment as he looked around, recognising, understanding the source of this sudden, divine light. It was then that the sound of the blade piercing flesh sliced through the tension. Ezra, with a fierce determination in his eyes, had driven his sword through Cyrus’s chest. The golden glow intensified around the blade, searing through Cyrus’s defences. 

Cyrus’s eyes widened in shock and pain, his strength faltering as the blade cut deeper. The purple haze in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a clear ash green. The blade glowed with an ethereal light, reflecting the purity of Ezra’s intent and the justice of the moment. 

As the sword drove through Cyrus’s heart, the golden energy reached its peak, engulfing the throne room in a blinding brilliance. The air was filled with the sound of Sara’s piercing scream, a sound of horror and disbelief. The council members stood frozen, their faces pale and eyes wide, unable to process the sudden turn of events. 

Cyrus gasped, his body convulsing as the life drained from him. The once-mighty king, who had seemed invincible just moments before, was now collapsing under the weight of his own hubris and the divine justice meted out by Ezra’s blade. His expression was a mix of rage, disbelief, and ultimate defeat. 

Ezra stood over him, the blade still embedded in Cyrus’s chest, his own breath heavy with the exertion of the battle. The golden light slowly dimmed, the radiance fading but leaving a lingering warmth in the air. He pulled the sword free, wiping the blood from the blade with a grim expression. 

I watched as Cyrus fell to the floor, his body lifeless, the throne room now silent except for the distant, echoing cries of Sara and the hushed murmurs of the council. The room was bathed in the last remnants of the golden light, casting a serene glow over the chaotic scene. 

I saw Ezra’s gaze shift from Sara and the corrupt council members to the rest of the room. His expression was a blend of resolve and concern as he assessed the aftermath of the chaos. But just as I tried to focus on him, the world around me started to spin and blur. The strain, the adrenaline, and the overwhelming emotions were too much. Darkness closed in, and I fainted. 

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was Micah’s voice. “Will she wake up soon?” he asked, his tone filled with concern. The sound of his voice was soothing, a small anchor in the midst of my disorientation. 

I stirred, my eyes fluttering open. The room was dim, the remnants of the golden light now faded to a soft glow. As my vision cleared, I saw Ezra standing near me, his presence both commanding and comforting. He looked every bit the god he was, his features illuminated with a serene and powerful aura. His eyes, a deep and intense shade, were locked onto mine with a look of profound relief and affection. 

Ezra’s face softened as he saw me wake. “Calista,” he murmured, his voice a gentle caress against the backdrop of the room’s quiet. His form was like a beacon in the dim light, a pillar of strength amidst the remnants of turmoil. 

I looked at him and knew I was safe. 

-- 

A year had passed since the tumultuous events that had reshaped our lives. Ezra had locked away all who had followed Cyrus and ruled like a true king.  

Today, I found myself standing on the cusp of a new chapter, enveloped in a sense of serene joy. I wore my mother’s simple white wedding gown, a garment that had seen decades of love and now draped over me with a poignant sense of continuity. The gown’s fabric was light and ethereal, with delicate lace trim and a flowing skirt that whispered with each step. 

Marie, ever the diligent and loving friend, was meticulously arranging my hair. She worked with practiced hands, pinning delicate strands into place, and weaving in small, fragrant white roses that complemented the softness of the gown. The room was filled with the subtle scent of flowers and the soft rustling of fabric. The veil, a sheer cascade of white, gently obscured my face, but it could not conceal the happiness radiating from me. It was a happiness so profound that it felt almost tangible, a warm, comforting embrace that wrapped around my heart. 

Outside, the villagers of my old town were bustling with activity, their excited chatter and laughter drifting in through the open windows. The familiar sight of the village, now adorned with flowers and festive decorations, was a reminder of the life I had come full circle to embrace. The streets were alive with the joyous energy of a community that had watched me grow and now celebrated alongside me. 

Inside, Uncle Henry was assisting Micah, who had grown remarkably over the past year. The young boy, now on the brink of adolescence, stood patiently as Uncle Henry buttoned his shirt. Micah’s eyes, filled with a mix of youthful excitement and shy anticipation, met mine through the veil. He had blossomed into a handsome young man, his growth a testament to the passage of time and the many changes we had all undergone. 

As I took my place at the beginning of the aisle, the soft murmur of the crowd faded into a distant hum. My heart raced with a blend of nervousness and exhilaration. I looked ahead and there he stood—Ezra. He was clad in a tuxedo that shimmered with golden details, a perfect match for the grandeur of the occasion. His eyes, warm and filled with a pride that made my heart swell, locked onto mine. 

Ezra’s smile was a beacon of love and strength, a silent promise of the future we were about to build together. His presence, regal and confident, was the culmination of everything we had worked through, everything we had overcome. His eyes softened as they traced the outline of my figure, his pride evident in every line of his face. The happiness that danced in his gaze mirrored my own, a shared joy that seemed to light up the entire room. 

As I walked down the aisle, each step was a step towards a new beginning. The veil, while delicate and translucent, was no match for the radiance of the moment. It was a symbol of the past, of family and heritage, but also a bridge to a future filled with promise and love. With each step closer to Ezra, my heart felt lighter, more certain, knowing that we were finally where we were meant to be. 

Standing at the altar in the middle of my town’s square, I faced Ezra, and in that moment, time seemed to pause. Our eyes locked in a profound, unspoken connection that transcended words. His gaze was steady and full of warmth, a reflection of the love and commitment we had nurtured over the past year. 

He reached out, his hand gently enveloping mine. The touch was electrifying, grounding me in the reality of this extraordinary moment. His fingers, warm and strong, intertwined with mine, creating a perfect, unbreakable bond. The simplicity of the gesture spoke volumes, conveying a depth of feeling that words could hardly capture. 

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a future full of promise and joy. It was as if every trial and triumph, every challenge we had faced, had led to this very instant. I squeezed his hand gently, a silent affirmation of the commitment we were making to each other. His grip tightened reassuringly, as if to say that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.  

The events forged me to become a true queen to the people with the right king by my side.

And in that perfect, serene moment, I knew with all my heart that this was where I was meant to be.  

This was my forever. 

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♡ WRITING SAMPLE: ♡

She stares at the water, thinking about the bridge and that day. Daryl must’ve been thinking about it too. His gravelly voice was soft and gentle as he spoke his voice into the sound of the river running quietly, 

“I never stopped searchin’ for you..” 

Faith stares at the river until she processes what her uncle says. She looks at him with confused and grieving eyes. “What do you mean..?” She asks quietly, her voice already broken down from all that yelling and screaming at the bridge and arguing just after that. Daryl looks down at his boots as he tries to explain it to her. 

“I didn’t think you were gone. Not really. So I came out here. Looked everywhere. Every bend...” he taps his leg as he talks, clearly finding this difficult to talk about. Yet he was sharing it with her. “I never found your bodies..” he looks at her with sorrowful eyes. He looked so sad. Like he had a lot built up inside and was just getting some of it out now. She gives him her full attention as she listens intently. He never found their bodies because they had never died. And he didn’t know that. All this time... She felt a lump growing in her throat as she was getting emotional just hearing this.

“I checked every walker... every inch of it,” he says, looking out to the river. She feels her heart drop in heartache. It was so much for her to process and really understand what he must’ve felt while she was gone. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again... not with a kid either..” he says, giving her a tiny hint of a smile.

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20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @autumnwoodsdreamer 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

47

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

118,647

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Prospect. I used to write for The Last of Us but alas, the rot has shifted

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Uncle Joel

Safe

Home

Tell Her

Tacos

These are all short little one shots for tlou

5. Do you respond to comments?

I really try to but I think the honest answer is no 😭 every once in a while I go on a bender and respond to like 50 comments but I get so anxious responding because I'm like hiii thank you 🧍‍♀️ the best way to talk to me is on here tbh but please please don't stop leaving me comments I love them with my entire soul

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Joel. It's a death fic, but honestly it's not very good lol I have a death fic for Prospect that is mostly written that's gonna be wayy angstier, I just have to finish it

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

To see myself reflected in your eyes 💜 Cee and Ezra deserve to live a happy life thanks

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't, I've been lucky. People have been super supportive and so so nice on my fics (I love you all).

tbh I don't think my writing is popular enough to get hate lol.

9. Do you write smut?

No

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have written so many crossover fics that will never ever see the light of day lol I do not have any on ao3

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of (again I don't think my writing is popular enough for either of these things to happen haha)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Tumblr user tlouobsessed and I cowrote a fic (sobbed in our dms together). I took all the ideas we had talked about and wrote a little ficlet from them and I consider that cowriting

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh, how to answer that. Willow and Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) were my original OTP, I shipped them before I knew what shipping was. Nomi and Amanita (Sense8), couple of all time. There are more but I think those are my top two.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

No Light 😭 I have ideas but no rot left. Maybe season 2 will reignite it, but I just don't know. Also, Stolen Future, the Prospect death fic I mentioned earlier. Idk why but I'm having so much trouble just finishing it. I do hope to actually finish that one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write some good dialogue and fight scenes sometimes

I think I do a good job with storytelling sometimes? Combining different threads across a story to bring it all together. I'm thinking of how the present and flashbacks interact in By Midnight Time and something from Stolen Future

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot describe things to save my life. All of my fics happen in empty white rooms good luck I hope your imagination fills everything in. It's such a fundamental aspect of writing that I am so so bad at lol I'm trying to learn from my friends and reading published books but it's hard!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Prev also said this but I agree, italicize other languages. Otherwise, go for it, but do your research if you don't speak the language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer back when I was a teenager. Didn't know what fanfic was, but my sister and I had a LOT of feelings about Buffy and we had to express them somewhere so we wrote our stories.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

By Midnight Time. Now I just need to freaking finish it 😉

Although I'm also very very fond of Blood of the Covenant and Water of the Womb, a one-shot told from both Ezra's and Cee's pov

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Put four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN!!”

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@yourcoolauntie and @joelmillerisapunk

Ezra. Number 1 forever, he could murder me and I’d use my last breath to tell him I love him.

Uncle Baby Billy! He’d never bust your smut!

Jaime Lannister. They done you wrong, baby. I’ll never forgive ‘em.

Bonus my girl cause y’know…

She’s got the ass of an angel…

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for Ages 56+ ! Read at Your Own Risk!

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*None of my stories use Y/N. None of my Reader-characters wear dresses or heels. Currently, all Reader-characters are able-bodied and can sit on or between male characters' laps.

Fem!Reader x Uncle!Ezra

Dirty Uncle Ezra drabble - You sit on "Uncle" Ezra's lap while he watches football.

Uncle Ezra and Law & Order - You and "Uncle" Ezra stay warm under the blankets while watching Law & Order.

Uncle!Ezra Going Out - a non-smut snippet of Ezra dressing nice to go out.

The Uncle!Ezra Tag - includes random headcanons.

Fem!Reader x Uncle!Ezra x More

Too Depraved 4 TV - "Daddy" Joel, "Uncle" Ezra, "Uncle" Tommy and you. PWP.

Pretty Is as Pretty Does - The best part about Uncle!Ezra and Uncle!Tommy is that they always smile when you walk in.

Fem!Reader x Uncle!Dave York

Illuminate Me - body insecure!Reader, Soft!Dave, nylons, public sex, exhibitionism, unprotected p-in-v.

Fem!Reader x Uncle!Jack Whiskey

Tender This - You have a bad dream and ask to sleep with your Uncle Jack. (Reader is the aggressor in this!)

Brat Tamer Uncle Jack - This was a prompt fill. :)

[oonajaeadira]

Ah yes, the kissing chapter. It's about time, y'think? Don't you worry, smut is on offer later if you want it.

I forgot about how giddy Ezra is about Tinker and how he's just itching to tell Cee all about her. We all know that Ez can't keep his trap shut when there's something he's got to say and I imagine over the time he and Cee have been family there's a closeness there and an openness. Ezra's like the best friend/dad/uncle/older brother Cee never had and I'm sure Ezra feels in kind. They tease each other mercilessly because they love each other and are bonded pretty deeply. So of course Ezra wants the two of them to be friends. If he's decided to bring Tinker into his life, he's bringing her into Cee's too, and viceversa.

And now that I'm thinking about it, I may have to write a one-shot where Ezra tells Cee all about her....

But yes. That means he's got it bad. I imagine he's always been a lonely sort and it's only gotten worse since Cee went off to school. He probably mooned over Tinker a little as she passed by day to day and was pleasantly surprised when she ended up being as nice and open to him as he dreamed she might be. After that, it was a swift fall for him. He could tell she was a hesitant thing and needed to be coaxed with kindness, but stubborn man that he is, he was determined not to let up until she fell just as hard for him. Slow and steady. The slower he went, the more he could see she was worth the wait.

My gudsmunsdottir, this got verbose. I'm just so glad you're enjoying it, dear.

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop: Chapter 5: Been Waiting For You

Fandom: Prospect (film)

Pairing:  Ezra x f!reader

Rating: T for now. Soooooooft.

Warnings: Gooey soft fluffy family times and just being dopey in love.

A/N: Listen, I just want them all to be happy. This fic is 100% indulgent comfort. Just let me have it.

Summary: Cee’s home and you’re invited for dinner.

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<–Chapter 4: The Opposite of Hurt

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Kincaid sucks on a pipe as you dig carefully through a scrap pile in search of a c-bolt hinge. “I think I might like this Ezra fella.”

You’d just regaled the scrapper with the story from a couple of days back when Ezra helped you with “a little ex-termination,” as Kincaid put it. Seems Trev had been poking around the Lowfields Market asking questions afterward and mainly got his ass pointed to the door here as well. 

“I’m sure you would. I’d introduce you, but I’m afraid you’d charm him away from me.”

Kincaid chuckles, his voice breaking like gravel, the pipe jumping in his beard, “Might do. Like ‘em tall and broad. But if he’s nice to you, I’ll let ya keep him. Ask him if he’s got a brother who’s tall and broad. And lonely.”

You come out of the dusty bins with two of the hinges you’re looking for. “He is nice. He’s really good. And I like him. A lot. But…”

Kincaid’s eyes twinkle at you. “He IS a murderer, isn’t he.”

Keep reading

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Fire Meets Gasoline: It’s Dangerous to Fall in Love

Fire Meet…Chapter 1

It’s Dangerous to Fall In Love

Warnings:  This will be dark.  The main character is female, a librarian, but blank canvas — but she is being stalked and has been trying, very hard, to stay out of an abusive relationship.  So triggers may be abusive relationships (Ezra is a jewel and won’t hurt her) and stalking.  She is doing her best.  I think you will like her.  No smut this chapter, I curse like some people breathe so let’s just assume there’s cursing.  Passing food mention.

This is mostly just set up. Next part, we start to get to the good stuff. I think.

He arrived in town in a beat up truck, like some kind of Wild West fairy tale.  He had a guitar that he liked to tell people he won in a poker match — but really, he got it at a garage sale.  It was one of the few things he kept in the cab, the rest, rain, snow or shine stayed in the back.  None of it was worth much, and he figured, if someone wants to steal his worn out clothes, they can go right ahead.

His name was Ezra, and he had both his arms (despite a very, very vivid dream about his step sister cutting it off the other night) a somewhat useless English Doctorate Degree (he’d been sleeping with the Dean’s wife, he found out and told the Council of Trustees and the President of the University that Ezra was having an inappropriate affaire with his seventeen year old daughter, who, righteously displeased at the whole of the situation went along with the lie— the moral of the story, never fuck around until yhou have tenure), some enemies, some larcenous skills, and the deed to a disreputable looking bowling alley.

Oh, Lord above, was it disreputable looking.  The parking lot was more weeds than asphalt.  The neon sign — The Bowling Green — flickered weirdly and the bowling pin at the end was half hanging off the otherwise featureless brick wall.  “Oh, Uncle, you meant well but I do fear you have done me wrong.”

There was another car in the parking lot, fairly new.  He parked next to it,  close to the door, neither of them worrying over sticking to the non existent parking lines.  He unlocked the peeling green painted door and went down the hall, past the office, past restrooms, to the only part of the place that still looked taken care of — the bowling lanes themselves.

There you were.  His uncle had told him about you — a sweet woman, a little lonely, but nice.  A librarian at the local middle and high schools.  You came in every week day at 3:30 on the dot, checked around the place for problems, then spent a solid hour bowling.

Ezra leaned against the door jamb, taking you in.  Something tugged at him, his heart felt like it was waking up, stretching its arms and looking around for something to love, and there.  There you were.  Beautiful, relaxed in your element, still in your work clothes, your bowling shoes looking well loved but old enough to predate the building.

He turned around and walked back down the hall, opened the green door again, slammed it loudly, then walked back down to the alleys, whistling, jiggling his keys.

You were less relaxed now, as he came into view.  Bowling ball held defensively.  Back straight, eyes wary.

“Hey!”  He calls your name.  “I”m Ezra.  Uncle Mike told me about you…hopefully he returned the favor, without much elaboration upon my past trespasses.”

Slowly, the stiffness eases out, and you lower the ball, smiling a little.  The kind of smile that makes a heart wont to jump right out of its chest, run over, tug on a lady’s pant cuff to see if she’ll pick it up and keep it.

“All he ever said was that you were a good boy…and that you talk an awful lot.”

“I didn’t work myself through college to use one word when seven will do.” He grinned back, and his smile grew when you giggled.

“I like that.  So.  Do you mind if I keep bowling?  I mean…like…”. Uncertainty again.  “I really do like coming in every day, so if I need to pay now, or if it’s not convenient…”

“I wouldn’t dream of changing a thing.  I’m not sure if I am going to open this place up again or not…but it’ll be nice to see the lanes being used.”

“Thank you.”  You said, the sheer relief in your tone striking him odd, but he put it aside.

“Want to play a couple frames before you have to go?”

“Yes!”  You walk over to the screen and clear the previous game, then typed in his name.  “There are some shoes in a plastic box behind the counter…I moved them when I realized that the mice were enjoying chewing on them.”

“I do hate mice.  Bold as brass, they are…”. He found the box and rooted through.  “I have not played…oh, not since I left to get my master’s degree.”

“What did you get your degree in?”

He dropped a pair on the floor, slipped off his well worn in Toms, and shoved his feel into the stiff bowling shoes.  “Poetry.  Almost got into trouble because I didn’t want to specialize…I love it all.  Byron, Neruda, Stephen Crane…the Bard himself.  Why should I deny myself any pleasure?”

“You sound like me,” You say, as you wait for him to choose his ball.  “I hoard books like dragons hoard gold.”

Ezra thinks of the well duct taped plastic bins of books in the back of his truck.  A sliver of the library he’d had once.  “Nothing like being surrounded by books.”

“It’s my retirement plan.  I keep buying books and hoping I’ll live long enough to read them…anyway…you first.  I have to get home before dark, so we can’t play too long.”

“Drat.  And I was hoping to convince you to let me buy you dinner, in thanks for being so kind.”  He releases the ball, the feel slowly coming back to him, winces when it goes right for the gutter.

You blush a little.  Look tempted.  “Some other time, maybe.”

Another gutter, and he gives up the floor to you with a bow.  “Well, the way I’m playing, this is going to be a short game.”

“You’re just rusty.”  You let the ball go, with just a little curve.  Just when he thinks it’s heading for the gutter it curves right and takes out the middle pins.

“Do you like being a school librarian?”

You stop as you reach for your newly returned ball, your side eye and sudden stiffness communicating, loudly, that she was well aware she has not told you where she worked.

“My Uncle told me.  He used to speak often of  you — the old goat was quite fond of you.”

“And I him,” you take your steps, release your ball, and take out the rest of the pins.  “What else did he tell you?”

Little bird, what happened to make you so suspicious?  “That you like bowling because it gives you an outlet after a hard day at work.  That you like the job and the kids but it’s hard.  Lots of stress.”

You nod, as if that makes sense.  As if you are willing yourself to think it is OK.  The rest of the frames go better.  Ezra is more careful, filling the silence with junk about himself, about his Uncle, and you relax, little by little.  You even step a little closer, both of you staring up at the board at the winning score.

“Not bad, you could probably go on the circuit, make money.”

You laugh.  “Go pro?  Not happening.  You are a flatterer.”

“Why flatter when the truth is too good to use?”

You sneak a look at your watch, nod, and start to put things away.

“I’ve got it,”. Ezra says.  “Maybe I’ll play a few more frames, get better in case you ever grant me the honor of allowing me to play you again.”

Another flash of one of those lovely smiles.  “Later, Ezra.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”  He calls to your retreating back.

“Nope.  Never on a Saturday or Sunday.  But Monday?”  You turn and point.  “Monday, I’ll give you that rematch.  So you have all weekend to get better.”

“Since I am currently utterly abysmal, it will not be hard.”

You laugh and wave and go out the door.  The light is the golden-hour gliding of the sun just going down, you’d have time to get home before dark.

He sighed, and wondered why it was that important.  The town was fairly safe, as far as he knew.

He switched the machines off, and started grabbing his things out of the truck while it was still light.  Time to get his things indoors, and then investigate the horror that was surely to be the upstairs apartment.

***

You made home before nightfall.

Sometimes, you thought, a smart woman might just move out.  Move away from the lonely farm house at the end of a lonely lane.  A place where no one would hear you scream, if someone attacked you.  No neighbors to run to, to beg for help.

You sat there, as the shadows lengthened and the golden sun went down behind the trees, as if it did not want to see what happened next.  You listened as the engine went tick, tick, tick, waiting, breath held.

Then you nodded, once, grabbed your stuff and ran up the steps to the porch.

The door was locked, when you tried it.  Good.  You unlocked it, dropped your stuff in the chair by the door, dead bolted it, then started the circuit.

How did they do it, you wonder.  How did you mother, your grandmother, your aunt all live here, in this old pile that creaked and grumbled, with its millions of niches and shadows and closets that were always left open so you could see inside, see that no one was there.  The cellar with the bar across the door.  The steep stairs with the sharp turn that announced that you were coming to anyone who might care to hear?

You check the bedrooms, the bathroom, then go down the other set of stairs, check that the bar is on the kitchen door, then go and lay the thick beam of wood in the hangers on either side of the front door.  Never bar the door until the house was clear.  Now you could use the bathroom, take your stuff to the office.  Turn on the TV so the white noise would cover the incidental creaks and groans and animal scrapings on this old solitary house.  The sounds that meant nothing but would drive you crazy.

You’re contemplating dinner when the phone rings.  You were half expecting it, but you still jump out of your skin.  It’s the old landline, which you have to keep to have internet — and the ring is loud and harsh.

“Hello?”

“You’re home.  Good.  I thought you were running a little late today.”

“Principle Micheals.”

“Sweetheart.  Is that anyway to address me?  It’s after hours…you know what I want you to call me.”  His voice is affable, but there’s this little hidden bite.  You remember his hand around your throat, pressed right against this wall, and you shake.

“I know what you want.”  You try to strip all emotion from your words.  “But you know the school board…”

“Funny thing about that.  I found out exactly who put forward that motion, that a principal can’t date his subordinate.”  The last word is stressed, made insulting.  “Your predecessor — Mrs. Whitcomb.  Aren’t you shocked that someone you thought was your friend would deny you the happiness of being with your one true love?”

You wanted to argue the one true love bit, but it would not…no.  That was never good, or helpful.  Instead, you said into the waiting silence, “I am sure she means well.”

You did not tell the truth, that you went to her, begged for her help, and this was the best the two of you could come up with.

“Can you leave?”  Mrs Witcomb asked.  She already knew the answer…she was the librarian when you were a student.  Your friend, book supplier, hero…she knew you could not leave the house.

“…In any case, she won’t be on the board much longer.  Maybe we can ge them to revisit that stupid rule, yeah?”

You are paralyzed.  What to say?  What to say?

“It’s rude not to answer, sweetheart.”

“I think.  I think.  She’s right, that a man in your position of power should not be dating someone under him.  If it went…bad, if things went wrong it could be very miserable.”

“You think things would go bad, honey?”  His words, again, were velvet wrapped around a razor blade.  If you grabbed them, the razor would slice right through and cut you open.

You hear the crunch of gravel.  “Someone’s outside.”

“Oh, that’s just my little brother, Al.  Go ahead and wave to him, so he knows you’re alright.”

“I have to hang up, ok?  The cord can’t reach.”

“I know that.”  A smack of impatience.

You hang up without a word.  You know you will probably pay for that later.

You walk up to the window by the front door.  A black and white unit is parked next to your car.  You wave, then mime that you’re on the phone.  The young man…plain, bland, doughy faced…nods once, and backs out.

Things are going to get so much worse, if that kid gets elected sheriff.  But the Sheriff — another Whitcomb, but this one was the ex-librarian’s cousin — was popular, and you think, you hope, you have another couple of years.

You should go.  Leave.  Burn the place down and never look back.  But there are bills — so many bills — and the fact you own your home is the only source of security you have.

“Eat.”  You say to the echoing house, too large and too small at the same time.  “You have to eat.”

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writer wednesday #6 - 2/23/22

Happy Wednesday, friends! I hope you’re all having a good week so far & that the universe is being kind to you- and if it isn’t, tell it to change it’s stank attitude because you deserve better. Time for another (not at all weekly because i suck at schedules) edition of Three Great Things. No theme this week aside from the fact that I read them and then took a few minutes to revel in their greatness. 

*as always, these are listed in length order* 

Not an Act by @radiowallet​

Ezra x GN Reader 

WC - 716 

This was a lovely, poetic read. I could feel myself falling in love with this fringeling rabble-rouser all over again. The imagery is vivid and beautiful. The emotion is palpable. I could feel the difference between the cool sheets and the warm bed, and I could hear Ezra grumbling in the kitchen (what a flipping DREAM!) This absolutely skirts the smutty line without actually being smut, and I love that...so much.  If you haven’t read this yet and you’ve got a few minutes, please indulge. You won’t be sorry that you did. 

I never want to hear you say that again by @ahsokalives

Javi  Peña x Female Reader

WC -  1,262

Okay first I want to start out by saying that when I think of gentle, affectionate or emotional characters, Javier Peña is not who I think of first. But caring, concerned and secretly kind characters? Yeah, he is near the top of that list of traits, and in this piece those aspects of his are on FULL display. He is not the type of person to sugarcoat things or tell you that everything is alright when he knows damn well that things are a mess. But he is also not the type of person to let a defeat of any sort deter him from doing what is right- and in this case, that means checking on Reader and not allowing her to bury herself in guilt and anger. I love that you let her be mad and upset, though, and that you let her lash out a little at him. I love that you let her feel her emotions and push back a little at first because this is not normal behavior coming from him (in terms of their history) but it’s both what she wants and needs...and he needs to be there for her (and with her) just as much. I flipping loved every second of this. Do I want happier times for these two? Of course I do. But life (and their lives especially due to their line of work) is FULL of ups and downs, and if this is going to be how they handle the downs? Then I think they’re going to be just fine. 

Nightingale Part 4 by @something-tofightfor

Jay Castillo x Female Reader 

WC - 6,096 

Listen if you’re not already reading Nightingale you are missing out. Change that, like now. Click the link up there. JUST DO IT. I am SO invested in this series and in these characters, and it’s because they are genuine and real. This is not a hurry up let’s hop into bed story. But it’s not technically a slow burn either because there are more things to consider here than just mutual attraction and desire. And even though the attraction and desire are definitely there on both sides of this equation, both Jay and Reader are being as careful as can be with how they approach things- because they’re good people (more on that in a second) but also because they actually truly like one another and the interactions that they’ve had have been honest and if there is something significant on the horizon for their relationship, they don’t want it to have been built on a shaky pier. Back to them both being good people- Jay’s interaction with Natalie and Reader’s interaction with Kenzie are perfect examples. I’m glad that she has a friend who wants the best for her but isn’t afraid to be real with her about things. And I am obsessed with what a good uncle this man is. Here he is getting some... unsavory news, but his immediate concern is that she’s okay. My heart is open wide for him and he can tattoo his name there if he would like. (mine, not Reader’s. they are not there yet.) And the end? The anticipation? DAMN i am stoked for the next part!!  

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It’s my blogiversary! One year of the blog, six months of this url 🥰 it feels like a lot longer, and I’m so glad I decided to come back to tumblr last year. I’ve spoken to so many great people, and made friends with some, and I love you all 💕💕💕

I never expected to get the amount of feedback and positivity from people who read my fics, or just reblog my shitposts. Maybe some of you are only here for pictures of my cat!? Thank you all so so much!!

To celebrate one year and my recent milestone, I’m gonna write some drabbles! Please send in requests! I’m gonna cut them off at 12 (one for each month I’ve been here), but I’m keeping requests open until they fill up! I’ll write for any of the characters listed below, but I only want to write one drabble per character, so I’ll cross them off when I get something for them! There’s 23 to choose from so there’s plenty of choice for you hehe (poly relationships are welcome if all characters haven’t been requested yet)!

Din Djarin • Poe Dameron • Obi Wan Kenobi • Cassian Andor • Frankie Morales • Santiago Garcia • Will Miller • Benny Miller • Pero Tovar • Javier Peña • Agent Whiskey • Ezra • Max Phillips • Marcus Pike • Oberyn Martell • Dave York • Marcus Moreno • Max Lord • Zach Wellison • Omar Assarian • Nathan Bateman • Llewyn Davis • Michael Perry

I’ll tag everything with #pumkiversary if you want to keep up with what’s happening :)

Details of what’s already requested are under the cut

✨ One slot left! ✨ a.o. 22nd July

1 - something soft with Omar for anon

2 - “fuck me the shit up” with Poe for @uncle-kenobi​ 

3 - hiding from the Empire with Cassian for @just-here-for-the-moment 

4 - self indulgent fluff (+smut?) with Din for @irrelevantbutfabulous​ 

5 - giant hands brain go brrrr with Pero for “anon” (i know who)

6 - something soft with Santi for @huxdameron​ 

7 - fluff with Nathan (and a cat(!)) for @abelmorales​ 

8 - getting caught in the rain with Javi for @thedukeleto​ 

9 - walking through a greenhouse with Ezra for @besidetheseasiderendezvous 

10 - something with Frankie for @astroboots​ 

11 - something cheeky with Obi Wan for 🗡anon

12 -

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I finally subscribed to Disney+ in July 2022 and watched The Mandalorian the very same day. Binged the first 2 seasons and TBOBF episodes 5 to 7 over the course of 2 days. Loved it so much (I love guys being dads <3). And when Din’s face was revealed during episode 8 I was curious and looked up who Din’s actor was. Okay, Pedro Pascal. Never remembered him but apparently he guest starred in some of my past shows (The Mentalist, Nikita). I shrugged and moved on. lol

Then I found out via tumblr that he would play Joel in The Last of Us show. And it just happened that at the end of May/start of June I had watched a no commentary play through of the TLOU game (and the best parts of game 2) after seeing gifs of the game on my tumblr feed. I had already fallen hopelessly in love with game Joel before I saw Din. 2 dads in as many months. I was unsure of Pedro playing Joel at first (I was used to game Joel's voice/face) but the first TLOU show trailer sold me. I was giddy.

Waiting for the show to come out, I was impatient, and bored so I watched Prospect because my best friend suggested it (she already liked Pedro before me). She sold it to me by saying it was another father like role. I ended up liking Ezra (though Din was by far my #1 still at this point).

Then I watched Narcos. Again a suggestion from my friend. Didn’t care for the plot much but Steve and Javier - YES. I was shooked after seeing episode 2. If you know, you know. lol

I’m fuzzy after that. I know I watched a few clips on youtube from Game of Thrones (Oberyn’s speech to Tyrion about not seeing him as a monster was A+) and I rewatched bits of The Mentalist, Nikita, other random shows, etc. Can’t remember if I watched Triple Frontier before or after TLOU show but I did get to that one eventually too. Oh and I watched The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (Javi G is cute) and then We Can Be Heroes as well, just for Pedro. It was worth it, imo. Marcus Moreno is a favorite. His personality - I could picture marrying him most out of all the characters if I’m being honest. ha

Then The Last Of Us aired and I was lost. Combining my favorite game character with my now favorite actor? I spent nearly every spare moment for 9 weeks straight thinking about show Joel and taking in some Pedro interviews. Joel's my favorite Pedro character.

Season 3 of The Mandalorian disappointed me in the middle of it, but it ended well. Hopefully Season 4 focuses more on Din and Grogu again and fixes its pacing/plot.

I’ve seen most of his characters but not all. (I did recently watch The Great Wall, Equalizer 2, and The Bubble though - I was bored. lol). I regret watching Oberyn, Whiskey, and Dave York dying for reasons (Oberyn’s is downright traumatizing and Whiskey’s was just mean imo - he literally just told them he lost his family and the main characters showed no remorse killing him like that - who’s the real monsters here?). Time to ban that from happening to anymore of his characters while the writers strike is going on. Grrrr...

With the TLOU and Mando shows done for now, I currently live on fanfics - mainly Joel Miller ones. I like Joel and Ellie bonding/fluff/angst, Jackson fics - with little brother/uncle Tommy - and Joel/OC smut. I’ve also read occasionally for other characters (Javier Pena, Marcus Pike, even Dieter now). Ginger’s/Ren’s The Crush fanfic was actually the first Pedro character fanfic I read - back before TLOU aired. I am into a lot of fics right now, but Short Days Long Nights is one of my top favs. I check for updates often franny. I wasn’t sure I’d like the concept as I usually don’t like TLOU fics that take place before season 1′s canon events, but you freakin sold me. I’m in love with your fic. It’s like a mature fairly tale. I want to live in that cabin. I’m scared something bad will happen.

Anyway, while I find Pedro really sweet and handsome, what really drew me in most is his acting skills (his subtitle facial expressions and eye acting) and the dad roles. lol I love so many of his characters though, dad or no dad. All his characters feel so different. The difference in vibes between them all is crazy. Are there any that truly feel like the same person? Certainly the characters he’s most known for all feel very different.

Come tell me your Pedro fandom origin story — how did you get here? 😍❤️

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@eunyisadoran​ tagged me to do this writing themed questionnaire and they’re super swell and why not?

The Fandoms: My very first fanfic was Doctor who, I have one Sherlock crossover, I think I did maybe 2 Harry Potter fics and the rest are all Good Omens. 

Tropes: I really like soulmate stuff and human au’s. Found family seems to be my biggie though. 

Number of Fics: 32 

Fic I spent the most time on: A Beautiful Fiction I think I worked on it a little over 6 months in total? 

Fic I spent the least time on: Hope is the thing With Feathers I spent such little time on it I truly couldn’t recall what it was about. 

Longest Fic: A Beautiful Fiction I started writing the sequel to this yesterday and I’m pretty excited about it. 

Shortest Fic: Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice This is one of my favorites, it’s fluffy and warm and I really love it. 

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:  

Hits- Connecting the Stars which I’m in the process of moving into a series format instead of one big fic. (10,832)

Kudos- Connecting the Stars (1126)

Comments-  A Beautiful Fiction (78)

Bookmarks-  Connecting the Stars (255)

Favorite fic I wrote: Oh gosh, I really have loved writing  Connecting the Stars but I think my favorite has actually been my series A Life in Colors. It’s been so fun to write and while there hasn’t been much feedback on it, I have truly enjoyed creating a universe that I don’t think i’ve really seen done in Good Omens. The other is a series I hope to get back to called Through These Pages of Life, I am Bound to You which is basically smut. The idea being that Crowley writes romance novels as a way to explore his sexual fantasies with Aziraphale, and Aziraphale; who has no idea the author is his favorite demon, devours them. 

Fic I want to rewrite/expand: Well, haha all of these? I have a full sequel planned for  A Beautiful Fiction that’s going to focus on once Crowley is returned. The relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale and how they will deal with their separation. Also Warlock and Adam trying to navigate through repairing their broken friendship and hopeful love. I also have an Ineffable Bureaucracy spin to add. I’d also like to potentially rewrite my first ever smut fic Jealousy Consumes Him because one I’m positive it needs the work and two I have learned more about sexual mechanics since then? 

Share a bit of a WIP or story I’m planning: Eeee! Ok so I have been writing this fic for about 2 months? it’s a Human Au where Crowley and Ezra were childhood best friends and also lovers. Fast forward 19 years, they are thrown back together and attempt to navigate their rekindled friendship along with a love that never faded. 

A preview below. 

Ezra dug around under his sink before pulling out an old vase and smiled. “Adam, fetch a few aspirin from the medicine cabinet while I get these unwrapped.”

He nodded, returning a moment later with a small handful of yellow pills.

“Now, crush them up and we’ll add them to the water. It helps them live a bit longer.” 

Adam did as he was told, adding the powder to the vase. He then watched as Ezra arranged the flowers in the vase, glad his gift seemed to brighten up his uncle. Even though he seemed pleased, there was still a sadness hidden in his gaze. For a twelve-year-old, it seemed unlikely anyone could stay so unhappy like his uncle seemed to. It wasn’t fair.

It seemed he would only think of Crowley today. Flowers were his passion after all. Ezra could recall with perfect clarity the day he discovered the language of flowers. It had seemed so romantic, to receive messages encoded in blooms and foliage. There had been a time in his life he was rarely without some type of bloom sitting in water on his desk.

“Out of all the blooms in my garden, I think you’re the most beautiful.”

Ezra ducked his head, his cheeks colored at the praise. “Crowley, stop that.” 

“I can’t and I won’t. I actually have you something. I was looking for a book and saw this.” Wrapped in a brown lunch sack was a book. Thin and worn. Ezra treasured it from the moment his fingers touched the pages.

“Did you know, Adam, in Victorian times people would communicate through flowers?” He took pride in teach Adam these tidbits of knowledge, Ezra loved the way his eyes would light up curiously. “For example, this Lavender is for luck and devotion.”

“What about the others?”

Ezra smiled indulgently, “Well, rosemary for remembrance and thyme is for courage.”

“But why would you need to use flowers? Why not just say it yourself?”

What was Ezra to say? That the world was cruel? That things were different then? “Well… everyone loves a bit of romance and sometimes you couldn’t just say things outright.”

“Oh. Well, that’s alright then.”

“What do you say we go see a film before we head to dinner?” Asked Ezra, changing the subject. They were getting into dangerous territory. His mind was turning towards Crowley, there were ways to find people now. He’d been tempted for many years to look him up on the internet but had found himself unwilling to do so. Touching the sprig of rosemary, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever forget Crowley? Would the memories he kept so close to his heart ever fade completely? He’d forgotten his scent and the timbre of his voice. What he couldn’t know, dear reader, was that the very same sprig of rosemary he was admiring had been in Crowley’s hands not some three hours earlier.

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I’m tagging anyone who would like to complete this.