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I come back and read this every few months because it's beautifully written and because a thoughtful, caring, and loving Ezra makes my heart warm.

The gentle care he gives to her when she comes back wet, cold, and troubled. How he makes her a drink that he remembers she likes in her favorite mug that he never discarded. How he reclines in the bathtub with her making her feel warm, content, and relaxed. How he cares for her in bed and tells her that he loves her. All these things he does for her even though she left him for a reason we aren't aware of.

I love this Ezra

Prospect fic: He Is Home

An Ezra x Reader one-shot

Rating: Explicit for smut Relationship: Ezra x Fem Reader (You) Tags: Smut; Taking A Bath Together; Soft Touching; Oral Sex, F Receiving; Vaginal Sex; Hurt/Comfort; Forehead Kisses; Angsty Fluff; Magical Healing Cock Wordcount: 3K

Also posted on Ao3 - link is in my Masterlist. I also have a Javi x Reader one-shot A Walk In The Woods (smut)

A/N: Written for @yespolkadotkitty​‘s follower celebration writing challenge for the prompt All along, I believed I would find you. Thank you to Kitty for the beta 💗

Summary: You are walking in the rain and feel lost and confused, so you take refuge in Ezra’s house and he looks after you. 

He Is Home

You thought you’d grown strong enough to cope with bad weather after walking for so long, through all seasons. It had been hard at first, but you’d soon learned how to protect yourself from the elements. There were still odd days when you struggled, but you’d remind yourself that everything was temporary. And anyway, even the harshest sun would mellow into a soft glow at dusk. The hardest rain would eventually ease and reward you with the sweet scent of new growth. 

But something has changed today. You tell yourself it must be the cumulative effect of the journey so far. You just need a break, that’s all. Only there’s no place to stop. 

This wind is not the strongest you’ve walked through, but today you’re gasping as it whips around your face and steals the breath from your nose and the words from your mouth. You keep your head down and brace your body against it, but you can’t seem to pick up speed like you would have done yesterday.

Objectively, you know you’ve withstood heavier rain than this. But your shoes have holes that were not there yesterday. And you swear your coat used to be waterproof, but today it is letting in the rain. 

Even so, you know you’d have coped with these setbacks once. But you are suddenly, inexplicably, unable to cope anymore. 

You turn a corner and for a moment your heart feels lighter. You forget your wet feet and your freezing hands because you can see a light up ahead. If you can just keep going for a few more minutes everything will be okay, because you know that is where Ezra lives. 

And the light means he is home.

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Strelli's going to become a problem!

Root Pearl: 1

Pairing: Eventual Ezra x female reader - musician AU

Word Count: 8,561

Rating: M. Language, mentions losing a parent, insecurities. 

Summary: A budding friendship with Cee brings new opportunities for you, but it also raises questions in your relationship … though not by you. Will meeting her in person change anything? 

Blanket warnings: loss of a parent, character death, survivor’s guilt, learning to deal with the loss of a limb, infidelity (not Reader w/Ezra), blood, bodily injury, heavy angst.

Author’s note: 

This is still a little bit of a setup chapter, but we’re getting more into it now … and things are going to pick up. 

I’m already working on part 3, so this one will hopefully come quick, even if I switch between a couple other things that I’m working on. 

Let me know what you think / if you have any questions.

Catch up on the intro here 

The heat of the sun made it difficult for you to concentrate, but you tried. Robbie’s sister’s voice came from one side and his mother’s from the other, the three of you sitting outside on comfortable chairs in their backyard. He was off somewhere with his dad, and that left you free to relax. But despite your best efforts, you still couldn’t focus. “I need to go inside.” Sitting straight up and looking between them, you gave his mother a small smile. “It’s too hot, and I need something to drink.” 

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I love warm domestic moments when you look up and everything is as it should be. So lovely and sweet 💞

🎁🎁🎁 Static and Snow

A SNEAKRET SANTA GIFT DRABBLE 

A/N: Merry December and Happy Holidays, everyone! I posted briefly about this earlier today, but I have been sneakily working on some drabbles as gifts for the holidays, and since it’s officially December now, I am going to start putting them under the tree. These are my way of giving back to some of the lovely content creators here whose work brings me joy. I tried to personalize them a little bit for each person they’re dedicated to, but they’re just as much my gift to anyone who has ever shared their work or who has ever read mine. Thank you for being lovely <3 

Gift Tag: @insomniamamma - Who had this to say when I asked “Ezra or Nico” -  “Ok, SATAN! Seriously, this may be the hardest ask I’ve ever gotten.” - In the end, though, the answer was Ezra, and I chose the prompts fuzzy socks, books & silence to go along with him. J, your Prickle AU is one of my very favorites. Thank you for sharing it - along with all of your other incredible writing. Wishing you a very happy holiday season - I hope you enjoy your sneakret santa gift!! 

WC: 1,238 

Warnings: none. it’s a fluff. 

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[cannedsoupsucks]

I delayed reading this last chapter because I knew this was the last chapter and I didn't want to say goodbye. Having said that, I love this last chapter so very much.

Tinker and Ezra finding a home in each other's heart warmed my heart and how they made their relationship "official" was unexpected and lovely.

Reading about Cee's success makes me think about how different her life would've been if Damon was still alive. All that she would've missed out on. Not just the success with her writing, but missing out on the love and support from being part of a family with Ezra and Tinker.

I must also confess that I got a bit misty when I read this...

Thank you for this warm and lovely series. Bookshop Ezra lives rent free in my heart ❤️

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop: Chapter 8: Whose Heart is a Home for Keeps

Fandom: Prospect (film)

Pairing:  Ezra x f!reader

Rating: T Soooooooft.

Warnings: Kissing. Excessive amounts of sentiment. This one’s super fluffs, y’all.

A/N: Here it is, the final chapter. Just thanks, y’all. Thank you to everyone who loves Ezra and Tinker and Cee and the bookshop and has given it their reads and support. A reminder that this isn’t the end of their story, just the end of the major arc. You’ll be able to find more at the series masterlist under A Girl Lives In a Bookshop.

Thank you to Maia ( @shite-art / @honestly-shite) who translated this Pedro gif I love so so much into an Ezra illustration that came as a gift just as I had decided there would be a formal event for him to be dressed up for. Lookit him!!! Maia has illustrated other scenes from this series that have completely floored me and caused me to make squeaky girl noises and I have links to them all on the series masterlist. Her fillianweed field is a personal favorite.

But more than anything, thank you to @grogusmum who instigated this whole story. If anyone knew I would fall so far in love, it was her.

I hope you all enjoy this overly sentimental conclusion. Embrace the fluff. Thanks, y’all.

Summary: A year later, you’re holding a very special event at The Queen’s Lair.

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MASTERLIST

<–Chapter 7: Someone Who Holds You Gently

(included with permission from @shite-art​ )

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[cannedsoupsucks]

I'm loving this series. Ezra is the perfect, charming scoundrel and they both have a talent for repartee which makes it fun to see who beats who in a conversation.

I've never watched the movie and won't anytime soon because I don't want anything to spoil this delightful series.

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Ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa presents:

Thank you to @themarcusmoreno​ for the header & fic is dedicated to @fleetwoodmactshirt​​ for because she is a gift and has been one of my closest cheerleaders for a year now. And she shares in my bisexual awakening of this movie, which we scream about often.

Pairing: Ezra x Fem!Reader (French Kiss 1995) Word Count: (WIP) - 31,067 Rating: Mature/18+ - Eventual Explicit/NC-17

Summary: Your life was perfect. A fiance on your arm, a wedding to plan, a down payment on a house–perfect. That is until your soon-to-be husband falls in love with another woman while at a conference in Paris. You hop on a plane with a fool-proof plan to win him back. However, when a charming crook is seated next to you on the flight and uses you to smuggle contraband, your plan falls to shit.  @mrpascals for gif credit (** means the chapter is explicit/has smut)

Chapter 1: I Hate Paris Chapter 2: La Harlot en Robe Rouge Chapter 3: All Men Are Bastards Chapter 4: A Big Fish Chapter 5: 452 Official Government Cheeses 

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A chapter from Ezra's perspective! I find him and his back story incredibly intriguing. I want to know about his home world. I want to know what he did to be exiled with the intent for him to die. I want to know about the markings, what she thinks about the markings, why he doesn't have a hole in his stomach, how they learn to communicate since she doesn't have an implant, and how the adjust to living together.

I'm really excited about this series and look forward to reading more!

Starman Chapter Six.

Ezra x OFC. Warnings for drug taking and effects of the same, mentions of attempted suicide and religion, drugging and kidnapping but with the best of intentions. If any of you have seen the newer Battlestar Galactica you will understand where I got the inspiration for the red light 👀 And soft and vulnerable Ezra probably needs his own warning 💖 Word count: 3538

Starman

Chapter Six

Starman

This place was surreal. It reminded him just enough of various other places he had been to to not freak him out entirely, but this was a world he was sure he had never set foot on before. The scientist in him couldn't help but try to catalogue what he was seeing as he slowly walked away from where he had been deposited on the beach, leaning on his companion to stabilise his shaky legs as much as to be close to her.

The sun was a Class 3, yellow and bright and set to be life giving for a good while yet. At least one large body of salt water lapping up against a shore made from yellow sand and multicoloured stones. Green and purple long tendrilled plants on the beach. Other kinds of green plants away from the water, some of these with brightly coloured flowers attached. Some primitive forms of personal transport whose exhaust fumes stank (but no worse than the faliyite processing plants he had toiled in for a while). And there seemed to be a small and harmless domesticated bear (???) of some kind that was accompanying them wherever it was that they were going.

His thoughts were still hazy and dreamlike from the drugs he had taken, even as they sharpened his vision to the point that everything around him took on the quality of a cartoon. He distinctly remembered vomiting as he was hurled into the sea by the force of...whatever it was he had travelled through, and hoped that meant that the effects would wear off soon. Things kept catching his attention, and it wasn't entirely because they were new to him. The stinking plant life on the sand, the grey scars of some unnatural material laid neatly in a long strip outside of her house, sunlight reflecting off the metal things she put into the door to open it. The lingering effects of his failed suicide were still swirling around his brain, making the mundane seem sparkly and fascinating.

Then there was her.

She was the total opposite of mundane. Oh, she was glorious, appearing only as a dark, shapeless silhouette against the brightness of the white sun-infused sky at first. Ezra's addled mind hadn't been able to get a handle on what he had been seeing, but then she had moved and spoken and the fuzzy shape had suddenly resolved into a picture of beauty in front of him. He had tried to focus on her words, but they were drowned out by the vision of her face and the pounding of blood in his ears. After a brief moment of panic when the remnants of the drugs had convinced him that he was dead after all and that was why her language was incomprehensible, he soon realised that the translator implant in his ear must have gotten water logged or impact damaged by the crash. Curiously, she didn't seem to have one herself, as she could not understand him either and had looked confused when he had tried to ask her about it. But words didn't matter. Not when he felt as if he could look upon her in joy for the remainder of his days, and especially not after she had touched him. Ezra had never felt the like in his life.

When he had first taken her hand, the markings on his arm had ached deliciously. Like the final acceptance of fulfilment after long denial. Like coming into the warmth of home after being freezing and soaked and miserable. Like a shift in his heart from "this is fine" to "this is right". But more than that he had felt his back flare as well. That was a true rarity. The stuff of legend, really. He had been so shocked that he had whipped his hand away from her, instantly regretting doing so and wanting more, a deeper connection, to touch her everywhere if she would allow it. He could tell that what had passed between them had affected her as well and smiled as he imagined what her markings might look like and the delirious joy they could take in exploring the other. He had always been given to understand that when a fated pair met, it would be as though they had almost telepathic insight into the other. What he was receiving from her was tentative and muted, and he reasoned that perhaps this was her first blooming too. A theory which had been run through later when he had seen the sliver of her body that she had revealed to him.

His mind boggled. What was that? A hole? In her stomach? How did she survive? How did objects not get stuck in there? Or maybe they did and that was just a normal part of life for these people? He had thought himself knowledgeable about the galaxy, but was pretty sure he would have remembered learning about a people who looked just like him, except for that. She had shown him fairly incontrovertible proof that this cavity was the standard here and he was the one who was different. His mind rifled through the possibilities of just where in the galaxy he could have ended up and drew a blank. A sneaking suspicion began to form. After all no one had ever been near the nebulae, just that one explorer and he had never returned - only the data he had collected and broadcast back had survived. Science fiction writers and the more outlandish scientists had postulated that there might be natural structures out there in the cosmos that provided connections and pathways to other places in the universe, or even other universes entirely. And if this was an place like that then perhaps he had accidentally been granted a last minute reprieve after all.

But it was beyond a reprieve. It was an absolute miracle. To land at the feet of someone who caused such a physical reaction, to make his markings finally quicken, when he had given up his last shred of hope at them doing so many years ago. To finally be faced with a true mate, and even more than that, the person who seemed to be his true mate when he had started to believe that perhaps such a thing really was just a story for children. And if his suspicions were proved founded, then he had traversed an unthinkable gulf in order to get here to her...Ezra's religious leanings had always been strictly performative, but his heart uttered a prayer of pure gratitude to Kevva at that moment for the blessings he was now receiving.

He showed her his arm and the way that she looked at his patterns forced a blooming immensity of feeling through his chest. She was clearly fascinated, so he had to suppose that she had nothing of the sort of her own body. And when she had touched them directly! The electrical currents within him briefly coalesced to shimmer brightly through the swirls there. A rippling rainbow indeed, and one more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. His heart and stomach were a riot of feelings, and images flashed one after the other through his mind, not all of them events from his own life. Rien's face above him the first time Ezra had truly made love and the blossoming of warmth through him that had accompanied it. The vision of his homeworld becoming smaller and smaller in the viewport of the ship he had departed on mere days after the conversation with his Uncle and parents in their house, and the sense of relief that he had felt at his belief that he had escaped their clutches. Her. Sitting on a rock on the beach. Watching the pink and peach tinged waves and sky as the sun disappeared over the watery horizon, and feeling the immensity of love for the beauty of the world that had crept into her heart at that moment. The dry, dusty, orange landscape of Padorix and the time he had felt freer and more certain than he ever had before or since.

He could feel each individual mark illuminate on his back, feel how the bones there juddered and clicked as his spinal cord crackled with sparks that flew around his body. He had glowed on occasion previously, a dull red travelling up and down his spine if he had a particularly strong orgasm, or when he had felt most connected with...well it had only ever happened with Rien and Kevva alone knew where he was now. But this was beyond anything he had ever experienced before and he couldn't help the moan that had slipped from his lips. That seemed to be too much for her and she took her hand away. His marks had only ever appeared as thin and white, yet now after only a few moments connection with her they had already become more silvery and taken on a stronger form. She was asking him something again, and finally the translator seemed to have heard enough of her speech to be able to spark to life and latch on to a few words here and there. The root of her language seemed to share something in common with Aegish, an ancient and low language from a planet that had lost most of its native populace during the second galactic expansion. He found himself grateful again, this time for his parents' wealth for once - that they had been able to afford the most expensive translator that could recognise dead languages as well as modern ones. He still couldn't glean her entire meaning, but the cadence of her voice along with the words "are" and "you" gave him a clue and he told her his name, gesturing to himself in case he wasn't clear.

"Ezra," she repeated thoughtfully, and his name sounded like purest nectar from her tongue. She began to unleash a torrent of what sounded like questions. They came too quickly for the translator to keep up, so he only caught a few simple words here and there. "Can't". "What." "Do." "Have." She looked frustrated when he didn't answer, but he understood that her feelings weren't directed at him, rather at not being able to make herself understood. Instead she picked up the cloths that she had dropped at her feet and handed them to him. As he clutched them against his chest he registered that they were soft and smelled chemically pleasant in a way he couldn't identify. She fiddled with the objects on top of what Ezra presumed was a tub for washing in, and water began spraying from the part at the top. Ah...a shower. So then the cloths must be for drying or wearing after washing or both. He smiled his understanding at her and she didn't seem to be able to help the grin she returned. Washing time it was then.

Ezra gently pushed the towels back into her arms and began to unbuckle the belt at the waist of the jumpsuit. Her eyes grew wide and she held up a hand to stop him. He paused, puzzled again. How was he to wash if he didn't undress? She carefully placed the pile of cloths on top of a box made of some sort of woven wood, handed him a bottle of something from a shelf, and made her way to the door. Before exiting, she said something else in a softer tone, the only word of which he understood was "wear". Or possibly "where" - the translator wasn't too clear on that. Didn't...didn't she want to see his body? Did his one arm offend her after all? Or perhaps they had different thoughts about the body here, perhaps it was not to be seen or shared too readily - though she had shown him her stomach hole without any shame.

He sighed. Navigating this world without being able to make himself heard or understood would be a challenge. Though he had some practice at it when he had been forced to move in the upper circles of nobility, when his parents had paraded him in front of the other families like a prized animal, sufficiently fattened and ready for slaughter. He had always felt so different to the other children of the grand houses. The ones he had met had been so incredibly dull - perfectly content to do as they were told without rebellion and seemingly incapable of thinking about life beyond their own immediate surroundings. Before he had actively turned down proposals, he had managed to make himself as unattractive to them as possible, simply by caring about things other than wealth and the acquisition and retention of the same. Or perhaps they had just been better than him at hiding their own distaste at the path laid out for them, and too scared to deviate from it. He sighed again. If his reckonings were correct, at least he was permanently away from all that now. Not that they would have ever forgiven him for what he had done.

He took off his boots and stripped his jumpsuit and underwear away. As he did so, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Himself, reflected. A mirror beautifully wrought in some light metal and that echoed the swirling patterns of his markings was on the wall above a small basin. His jaw dropped as he saw himself for the first time in...well who knew how long the time frame between universes could be? Many days, for a certainty. He moved closer and examined himself.

His dark hair had gone completely white. An unnatural colour, almost. While he had been starting to notice streaks of grey in it and in his beard, this was something quite different. He touched his head gingerly. It still felt like his curls, though they were lank from lack of washing and heavy with encrusted salt from the water. His eyes were sunken from many days of no proper nutrition, bloodshot from the concurrent shocks of being immersed in space and then in saline, and had a strange expression within them. Haunted, wild, unsettled, yet there was a spark of himself in there still. His cheekbones and clavicle stood starkly raised from his skin. Bruises ranging from black to purple to green to yellow were scattered across him, some minor lacerations and grazes too. Old blood was crusted around his nostrils and cuticles. He shivered, both from the cool air in the bathroom upon his naked skin, and from how he appeared to his own eyes. Half wild and feral but not in a good way. No wonder her reactions had been muted. Still...there had been a reaction, even in this not-groomed, half starved state. Ezra smiled to himself again and stepped into the tub, sighing in satisfaction at the feel of the pattering water upon his abused skin.

He had no idea how long he stood there, enjoying the simple delight of hot water, but grey grime and old blood and even pieces of the beach plant washed from him before he picked up the bottle she had provided. He opened it and a breath of something unknown hit his nose - light and floral, and it reminded him of a young sun filtering through the treetops. The translator was aural only, so the markings on the bottle meant nothing to him. He doubted he would recognise the name of the smell even if she said it anyway. He poured a generous measure onto his chest and soaped his body and hair thoroughly before rinsing, repeating until he felt truly clean and the water that washed from him stayed clear.

Once he felt more himself again, he fiddled with the dials on the tub, making the water extremely hot and then freezing before he worked out how to turn it off completely. The soft cream coloured cloths she had left were within reach and he found they dried his skin and hair well enough. He wondered how to go about leaving the room - she had seemed almost fearful about seeing his naked form before - so he covered as much as himself as he could with the cloths, wrapping them around himself until only his head, feet and hand were poking out.

He needn't have worried. When he cautiously opened the door a bag made of some kind of rustling plastic was sitting there, a pile of clothes inside. A waft of delicious smelling food and noises of sizzling and clattering from the kitchen all but smacked him in the face, and he realised just how faint he felt from hunger as his stomach growled loudly and his mouth began to water.

The smell and the sounds of cooking forcibly reminded him of Cee. The last time they had ever spoken properly had been over a meal. She had wanted them to stick together forever, even though he had tried to explain that life with him wasn't what she needed to pursue, that he wasn't a good father figure and she would know nothing but hardship and violence and the vile underbelly of the seven systems if she stayed with him. She had said she hadn't cared, that he had already been more of a father to her than her own flesh and blood ever had. And for a while after the events of the Green, they had indeed been good travelling companions to each other. But his injury meant he couldn't work as he once had, and her youth only encouraged the gaze of the most wicked eyes and before long destitution and the desperation it bred came closer than either of them could deal with. He couldn't bear to see her even consider the things she might have to do to provide for them. And so he had done something that had made him hate himself more than she ever could. He had broken the deal he had made many years prior whilst in the depths of a cell in the bowels of the notorious Glasshouse. A deal with his despised Uncle, the terms of which allowed him his freedom from said incarceration and a chance to live. He had given both of those things up for Cee by contacting his parents.

He had begged them to take her in. Claimed her as his own in blood as well as kinship, said he had got her on some bastard of a grandee of a minor house far away. They had to know it was a lie, and even if they hadn't, the truth wouldn't have been very hard to prove. But the continuing overwhelming need for some sort of heir combined with their extreme shock at learning that their errant son was still alive meant that they had grudgingly accepted his account. He had drugged Cee's food on that last night and delivered her to them, knowing full well that she would have never agreed to the terms of her future if she had been conscious. He wasn't proud of his actions, but he absolutely stood by them - the story of his whole existence.

And while his parents didn't go so far as to immediately claim her as their long-lost heir, he had learned during his final incarceration in the skies above his homeworld that they had at least made tentative steps along that road by sending her to one of the best schools in the systems, protecting her with their wealth. Ezra thought that perhaps she could learn to live with that kind of life as he never had. That she would marry a match of their choosing and be happy with her new start. Knowing what he did of her, that seemed unlikely at best, and he hoped that at the very least she would be smart enough to take advantage of the education and safety they were providing and use it to gain the upper hand in life. He had spoken to her just once via speaker after he had handed her over, and her tone with him down the line had been accusatory and heartbroken, knowing as she did that he had sacrificed everything for her future. Well what else could he have done? In the end he put the child ahead of himself and hoped one day she would come to appreciate it instead of feeling like he had abandoned her.

He brought the bag back into the wash-room and began to dress himself, his body's need to eat and drink suddenly overriding all else. The soft, line-patterned trousers weren't quite long enough and the long sleeved top was also a little short, showing off some of his abdomen and not quite covering his wrist. There was no underwear provided but there was a pair of thick, soft red socks which he put on his cold feet with gratitude. He took a couple of seconds to look at himself once more in the mirror and felt a little better about what he saw. At the very least he wasn't grimy and saltwater-logged anymore. He put his soiled clothes into the bag and went to join his saviour in the kitchen.

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