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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 3 months

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Please note that a character currently needs at least 3 submissions to make it into the poll

That said:

Has 3 Submissions or more:

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars

Batman - DC

Bella Swan - Twilight

Bloom Peters - Fate: The Winx Saga

Bojack Horseman - Bojack Horseman

Brambleclaw - Warrior Cats

Clary Fray/Fairchild - Shadowhunters

Coriolanus Snow - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Elsa - Frozen

Evan Hansen - Dear Evan Hansen

Frank Reagan - Blue Bloods

Gregory - FNaF Security Breach

Harry Dresden - The Dresden Files

Harry DuBois - Disco Elysium

Heywood Floyd - Space Odyssey

Holden Caulfield - The Catcher in the Rye

Kazuya Kinoshita - Rent-a-Girlfriend

Kiris - On the Emperor's Lap

Mal - Descendants

Peter Pan - Peter Pan

Rand al'Thor - Wheel of Time

Rintaro Okabe - Steins;Gate

Scott McCall - Teen Wolf

Stolas - Helluva Boss

Ted Mosby - How I Met Your Mother

Tim Jackson Drake - DC

Tony Stark - MCU

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Wanda Maximoff - MCU

Xander Harris - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Zoey Redbird - The House of Night

Has 2 Submissions:

Ash Ketchum - Pokemon

Bloom Peters - Winx Club

Claire - Ship It

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Duck Dodgers - Duck Dodgers in the 24 1/2 century

Dr Gregory House - House MD

Elizabeth - Bioshock Burial at Sea

Ezra Bridger - Star Wars Rebels

Ferris Bueller - Ferris Bueller's Day off

Feyre Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Harry Potter - Harry Potter

James Bond - James Bond

Jaune Arc - RWBY

Kyouya Sata - Ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Netsa Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Odysseus - The Odyssey

Owen Grady - Jurassic World

Piper - Orange is the new Black

Pucca - Pucca

Quentin Coldwater - The Magicians (books)

Rey - Star Wars

Richard Rahl - Seeker of Truth/Legend of the Seeker

Riley Matthews - Girl Meets World

Robin - Teen Titans Go

Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan) - Scum Villain’s Self Saving System

Tom Paris - Star Trek: vVyager

Velma - Velma

Wade Watts - Ready Player One

Has 1 Submission

Achilles - The Iliad

Akiyama Shun - Ryu Ga Gotoku/Yakuza

Alexander Hamilton - Hamilton

Animal Crossing New Horizons' Player Character - Animal Crossing New Horizons

Aquamarin Hoshino - Oshi No Ko

Aragorn - Lord of the Rings

Arek - So This Is Ever After

Artemis Fowl - Artemis Fowl

Arthur Pendragon - BBC Merlin

Ataru Moroboshi - Urusei Yatsura

August Landry - One Last Stop

Ayin - Lobotomy Corporation

Bakugou Katsuki - My Hero Academia

Betty Cooper - Riverdale

Billy Buddy/Dr. Horrible - Dr. Horrible's Sing Along

Blake - Pokemon Adventures Black 2 and White 2

Blitzo - Helluva Boss

Bubsy - Bubsy 3D

Charley Pollard - Doctor Who

Charlie Morningstar - Hazbin Hotel

Choromatsu Matsuno - Osomatsu-san

Colin Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Corrin - Fire Emblem Fates

Cory Matthews - Boy Meets World

Dal - Star Trek Prodigy

Damian Wayne - DC

Daphne Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Data - Star Trek The Next Generation

Dr. Hanna Heath - People of the Book

Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way - My Immortal

Ellison Oswalt - Sinister

Elric of Melniborne - The Elric Saga

Emma Nelson - Degrassi: The Next Generation

Equality 7-2521 - Anthem

Eren Jaegar - Shingeki no Kyojin

Faust - Goethes Faust

Frasier Crane - Frasier

Galadriel Higgins - The Scholomance Trilogy

Geralt of Rivia - The Last Wish, The Witcher books

Go Siwon - A Guy Like You

Gray Wing - Warrior Cats

Haruyuki Arita - Accel World

Homer Simpson - The Simpson

Howard Roark - The Fountainhead

Jaypaw - Warrior Cats

Jean-Luc Picard - Star Trek The Next Generation

Jeff Winger - Community

Jim Hopper - Stranger Things

JJ - Cocomelon

Joaquin Monegro - Abel Sánchez

John Proctor - The Crucible

Jughead Jones - Riverdale

Kai - The Witch King

Kang Jinha - A Guy Like You

Katara - Avatar the Last Airbender

Katnis - Hunger Games

Khai - Theory of Love - Thai BL Show

King Arthur - King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Korra - Avatar: Legend of Korra

Koyomi Araragi - The Monogatari series

Kun-chan - Mirai

Kvothe - The Kingkiller Chronicles

Lelouch Lamperouge - Code Geass

Leroy Jethro Gibbs - NCIS

Lionblaze - Warriors (Power of Three and Omen of the Stars)

Luna - Retro

Luffy - One Piece

Lyn - Fire Emblem

Makoto Naegi - Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Mal - Firefly

Manaow - Love Senior

Mark Watney - The Martian

Mary Poppins - Walt Disney's Mary Poppins

Meliodas - Seven Deadly Sins

Merlin - BBC Merlin

Mia - La La Land

Mike Wheeler - Stranger Things

Miyo Sasaki - A Whisker Away

Mordecai - Regular Show

Nick Carraway - The Great Gatsby

Nightheart - Warrior Cats

North Italy - Hetalia

Okajima ""Rock"" Rokuro - Black Lagoon (Anime)

Oscar - Shark Tale

Otis Milburn - Sex Education

Patrick Bateman - American Psycho

Peppa Pig - Peppa Pig

Piper McLean - Heroes of Olympus

Pippa Fitz-Amobi - A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder

Rebecca Bunch - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (TV show)

Robert Langdon - The Da Vinci Code

Rodion Raskolnikov - Crime and Punishment

Rorschach - Watchmen

Ruby - Max & Ruby

Ryo Saeba - City Hunter

Sabrina Spellman - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Satou Kazuma - Konosuba

Shiori - Six Crimson Cranes

Shiro Emiya - Fate/Stay Night

Shrek - Shrek

Skullduggery Pleasant - Skullduggery Pleasant

Snow Villiers - Final Fantasy 13

Star Butterfly - Star vs The Forces of Evil

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Sydney Atherton - The Beetle

Tai Kamiya - Digimon Adventure

Takao - Garden of Words

Tara Webster - Dance Academy

Tarl Cabot - The Gor Chronicles

Violetta - Disney's Violetta

William Afton - FNaF Ultimate Custom Night

Yu/Ai - Final Fantasy Unlimited

Yuri Zhivago - Doctor Zhivago

Yuusaku Godai - Maison Ikkoku

Zack Morris - Saved by the Bell

Available for Resubmission (needs at least 1 resubmission to participate)

Atsuko Kagiri/Akko - Little Witch Academia

Beca Mitchell - Pitch Perfect

Elena Gilbert - Vampire Diaries

Izuku (Deku) Midoriya - Boku no Hero Academia

Katarina Claes - My Next Life as a Villainess

Scott Pilgrim - Scott Pilgrim

Sophie Foster - Keeper of the Lost Cities

The Tenth Doctor - Doctor Who

Wei (Ying) Wuxian - Mo Dao Zu Shi

Currently unavailable for a new Round:

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Celaena Sardothien - Throne of Glass

Alex Eagleston - YIIK

Caillou - Caillou

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Eragon - Eragon/Inheritance Cycle

Erika Shinohara - Ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Kirito - Sword Art Online

Light Yagami - Death Note

Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Miraculous Ladybug

Naofumi Iwatani - The Rising of the Shield Hero

Peter Griffin - Family guy

Rachel Berry - Glee

Ross Geller - Friends

Tori Vega - Victorious

Victor Frankenstein - Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

Y/N - Fanfiction

#insufferable protagonist tournament #insufferable protagonist poll

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incorrectdmp · 1 month

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Valencia: We finally meet for our final battle. I sneer as you draw your sword "You wish to fight? So be it! Now hero, behold! MY TRUE FORM!" What happens next?

Vincent: I am obscured by dark smoke. When it clears, I look exactly the same.

Charlie: I start a 20 minute transformation sequence. You leave halfway through.

Chaos God: I put on an obnoxious shirt and start using bad 90s slang constantly.

Juniper: Dramatic boss battle music underscores me running away like a coward

Stephen: I turn into a weaker version of myself. You punch me to death.

Aelethias: We have a 3 hour philosophical discussion on what constitutes a "true" form

Hailey: I immediately transition. This doesn't help me fight but is nice, right?

Tommy: Nothing happens. I keep awkwardly saying I'll transform soon. I won't

Ezra: I pull off my mask, revealing I've been Danny DeVito this whole time.

Doc: I have a heart attack and keel over dead on the spot

#discord murder party #dmp #quote #incorrect quotes #charlie #chaos god #valencia lynch #Ezra crane #hailey huang #stephen cutter #Tommy Gwendolyn #aelethias #juniper nln #vincent marshall reid #source: probablybadrpgideas #doctor mcgillicutty #Tried to get these as close to what they'd pick as possible

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illuminatedquill · 6 months

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Sabine Wren x The Ghost Crew

A Family, If You Can Keep It

Story Summary: To celebrate Sabine's first birthday after his return from exile, Ezra summons the Ghost crew - along with Jacen, Ahsoka, and Huyang - to the watchtower for a surprise party. However, the celebration soon turns sour, as long buried tensions and grievances between Sabine and the others begins to erupt, threatening to do what the Empire could not: shatter the bonds that have kept them together through countless years of war . . .

Author's Note: Shout out to @a-rebellious-waffle for the "extra spice". I hope you liked how it was used.

The doors to the watchtower hissed open and Sabine Wren, exhausted Jedi Knight, all but collapsed into the arms of her waiting husband, Ezra Bridger.

"Long trip?" he quipped, pulling her all the way inside.

Words were a luxury that her exhaustion couldn't afford, so Sabine settled for nodding into his shoulder. "I see," replied Ezra, amused. "Let me see if I can get you some caf."

Hunger awakened in her, sharpened by too many days of eating New Republic standard military rations. The pirates she had been tracking were paranoid and crafty; it had taken every trick she ever knew or heard of, plus an additional helping of Force intuition, to stay on their trail, without being seen, as they slowly made their way to their home base, hidden in an asteroid field.

Once there, she had sent a simple message through their comms:

SURRENDER OR DIE - JEDI KNIGHT SABINE WREN

It had taken the pirates a couple minutes to verify her identity through their connections and it seemed that her reputation preceded her. The pirates promptly surrendered.

It was almost disappointing. She had been looking to stretch her legs from piloting so long and nothing does that better than a good battle.

But that was the Mandalorian in her speaking. The Jedi side was pleased that no one had to die.

She relayed all this to her husband, once the caf was in her hands and she had taken a few sips. Her favorite brew - dark and sweet, just the way Sabine liked it. She could feel her energy returning with each swallow.

Ezra sat next to her on the couch, letting her lean on him. She closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar smells of the watchtower, the caf, and her husband.

It was good to be home, she thought. She felt Ezra's hands stroking her hair, sending waves of indescribable pleasure pulsating throughout.

She hid her enjoyment behind a discreet sip of caf.

Dark and sweet. Just like my husband. A wicked smile formed on her face.

"Glad that business worked out," murmured Ezra. "And just in time for your birthday."

Sabine's eyes popped open. "Oh, dank ferrik," she said. "I totally forgot."

Ezra, surprised, asked, "You . . . forgot your own birthday?"

She shrugged, trying to be non-chalant. "It's not something I really celebrate anymore."

Sabine paused a moment before adding, "It's just another day, really."

She felt Ezra shift uncomfortably in his seat and craned her neck to look at him, suddenly suspicious. In the Force, Sabine could sense his immediate anxiety at her response.

"I caught that," she said. "What is it? What did you do?"

Ezra looked away, scratching idly at his trimmed beard. "Oh, nothing, nothing."

"Uh-huh," said Sabine, unconvinced. "Well, if that's the case, I am starving."

Ezra said, "Oh, that's good. I've been cooking all day in preparation."

"That's great," replied Sabine, cheerfully. "But I wasn't talking about food."

Taking another big gulp of caf, she moved around to straddle Ezra. His eyes widened, as she brought her face close to his. "I've missed you," she murmured.

And she gave him a deep kiss that was born from a hunger deeper than the one gnawing in her belly. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his head, drawing him closer -

Breathless, Ezra gasped, "Sabine, wait - "

She moved her hands, seeking to remove his shirt. "No more waiting," she growled.

The intercom interrupted them.

Sabine's head drooped onto Ezra's shoulder, breathing hard. "Oh, Ezra," she groaned. "You didn't."

Ezra, catching his breath, confessed, "I did."

I should have known.

She huffed a breath and went to answer the call.

"Oi!" came a familiar growl. "You gonna let us in or what? We've been waiting!"

Garazeb Orrelios. Sabine felt her face twitch in the semblance of a smile.

Another voice, also familiar, came over the comm. "Zeb, we just got here."

Hera Syndulla.

"I never said we've been waiting long. Right, kid?"

"Right! Hello, Sabine! Hello, Ezra! We're here for the surprise birthday party!" This voice belonged to Jacen Syndulla.

"I believe," came a dry, mechanically filtered voice, "that you have just ruined the surprise, young Master Syndulla."

Sabine blinked. Huyang? She threw a dirty look at Ezra, who blinked innocently at her.

"How many," she asked, slowly, "did you invite?"

He rubbed the back of his head; normally endearing, but the sight irritated her at the moment. "Uh, well," he said, awkwardly. "Maybe everybody?"

Everybody. That meant Hera, Zeb, Jacen, and if Huyang was here then that meant Ahsoka, her master, was also here.

"Huyang," chided her master, Ahsoka Tano, on the comm, "be nice to Jacen."

Sabine rubbed at her forehead, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on.

"Surprise," said Ezra, quietly.

The birthday celebration, Ezra quickly noted, was not going well.

Food was served, drinks were plentiful - Zeb had brought in a whole case of spotchka, confiscated from the personal reserves of an Imperial Moff - and the guests were conversing pleasantly with each other.

Jacen sniffed at the spotchka which, according to Zeb, contained enough alcohol to kill a rancor. The young boy wrinkled his nose but, to his credit, still asked, "Mom, can I have a sip?"

Hera, firmly, had replied, "Kid, if you take a sip of this I'm pretty sure it will kill you. So, no."

Chopper chortled a response at Jacen, who snickered.

Hera's eyes flashed. "Do not think about sneaking Jacen some spotchka, Chopper. I'll take a hammer to that dome of yours."

Zeb was having an animated conversation with Huyang, talking about the cultures of the Lasan people . . . and also trying to teach Huyang some special curses in his native tongue. Hera and Ahsoka both sat on the couch, boots propped up, laughing about recent adventures in their travels. Ezra, being a good host, was popping between all the various conversations, ensuring that the food was to everyone's liking and that the drinks were being filled.

Chopper and Jacen were outside on the balcony, admiring the view.

Which left one person; the person for whom the party was for.

Sabine sat alone, in the corner of the room, eating her food and sipping at a drink. She had exchanged some pleasantries with everyone who had arrived but then promptly retired to be by herself for the remainder of the event.

Ezra watched her uncertainly. Ahsoka wandered over, drink in hand, and gently nudged him.

"Sabine's condition is not your fault, Ezra," she said.

He blinked at her, frowning. "I invited everyone here. I thought that's what she would want."

Ezra shook his head. "I mean, when was the last time we had everyone together like this?"

Ahsoka regarded him steadily for a moment, then replied, somberly, "It hasn't happened since you disappeared."

Ezra blinked in surprise. "Not at all? I thought - "

"Hera, Zeb, and Sabine all went their separate ways not too long after the Battle of Lothal." Ahsoka regarded her former Padawan with a sad look. "Sabine took it . . . particularly hard. Especially after losing you and Kanan in such a short period of time."

"And they never checked up on each other? No one thought to reach out, see if they were all doing okay?" Ezra felt bewilderment at the thought of the Ghost crew - his family - just . . . not being a family anymore. They'd had their differences, sure, and more than their fair share of arguments.

But they'd always had each other's backs. No matter what.

"It wasn't for a lack of trying," came Hera's voice beside him. Ezra turned to find her standing there, also giving Sabine a sad look. "But - Ezra, I think you forget sometimes that there was a war still going on. It didn't end with you and Thrawn disappearing to another galaxy."

Ahsoka added, "Not to say that what you did wasn't significant. Thrawn being removed essentially allowed the Rebellion to fight back against the Empire on more even terms."

"We would have been wiped out before the real war started," Hera agreed.

Ezra stared at Hera. "And you guys were apart for all of that?"

Hera looked away. "Yeah. Jacen came along and I was a single mom fighting a galaxy wide civil war. Zeb had his responsibilities back on Lasan and then later joined his own squadron of pilots as the war drew on. And Sabine . . . she found her Jedi path."

She sipped at her drink. "Truth be told, I think it was the best thing for everyone."

Ezra asked, "And you never checked up on her afterwards?"

Hera snorted. "You know Sabine. She's always okay." She paused and then said, blithely, "Sabine didn't need us. She needed the war; it did a better job of keeping her from falling apart than we ever could."

"Haat o'r an nuhune." Sabine uttered the phrase like an oath, dripping with so much disdain and bitterness that Ezra could almost physically see it.

She had apparently overheard their conversation and was now turned in her seat, facing towards them. Her face was an expressionless, neutral mask - a sign that something had truly made her furious.

Hera narrowed her eyes at Sabine. "It wasn't a joke, Sabine."

Chopper made a noise that sounded uncannily like, "Uh-oh."

Ezra turned to Ahsoka, hoping for clarification. "Literal translation is: 'There's truth in all jokes,'" she murmured.

Sabine took a long drink from her glass and Ezra suddenly wondered just how many she had been through. He noted that the jug of spotchka sitting next to her was close to empty and, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, remembered how much alcohol Zeb had boasted was in this batch.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," he muttered.

"Funny," said Sabine. "Funny to me. Sabine is always okay, is that right?" Her words were only a little slurred; an impressive feat considering the amount of alcohol she had been ingesting.

She stared at Hera for a hot second before asking, "You know Mando'a?"

Hera crossed her arms. "Yeah. You don't remember? You taught me."

Sabine cocked her head, thinking. "Right, right. It's funny the things you choose to remember. And what you choose to forget."

Hera's eyes flashed dangerously. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Ezra moved to intervene - only for Ahsoka to hold him back. He looked at her, confused.

She only shook her head. Her eyes sent a clear message: Let this happen.

Sabine pointed to Ezra and then at herself. "Forgot about me. Forgot about Ezra."

Hera's hands balled into fists.

Zeb stepped up cautiously next to Hera. From behind him, Jacen, watching wide-eyed at the unfolding scene.

"That's not true, kid," growled the Lasat. "You know it ain't."

Sabine smirked, but there was no humor in her eyes. "Is that so? Where have you been all this time, then?"

Hera took a step forward. "Sabine. Don't do this. We're here now."

"Yes, here now. All because of Ezra; Ezra calls and you come a-running. All the times when I needed you and you weren't here. But when you needed me? With help for the Rebellion? I came to help. I was there."

She stood up out of her chair, shaking with barely held rage. "You know what that is? That's not a kriffing family, Hera."

Sabine's face twisted into an awful sneer. "That's a business transaction. I was a commodity. And you used me whenever it was convenient for you."

Zeb's eyes widened and the big Lasat took a step back, as if physically rocked back by the force of her statement.

Hera yelled, "That's not true! We were your family, Sabine. We loved you!"

"For what I could give you!" Sabine screamed back. "For what I could do for you! But you never wanted me around; you needed me."

She pointed a shaking finger at Ezra. "I had travel to another kriffing galaxy just to find the one person who loved me for myself. I had to bring him back, for me. Ezra stayed alive for me - he came back for me! So, what's your excuse?"

Zeb was shaking his head, muttering something incomprehensible. He couldn't meet Sabine's eyes.

Jacen was crying. Huyang held out a hand in comfort, which the young boy took. Even Chopper was uncharacteristically silent.

Ezra couldn't believe what he was seeing; the Ghost crew, his family - falling apart. He felt like something vital was being ripped out of him with every harsh word being spoken.

Ahsoka just watched silently, arms crossed. Her eyes were unreadable.

Hera was shaking, eyes glistening with tears. "You think it was easy to watch us drift apart? You think you're the only one who was suffering, who was struggling with what was happening? I had a child to raise! The galaxy was at war! Kanan was gone, Ezra was gone; I couldn't protect any of you! I had to trust that you could look after yourself - "

At the mention of Jacen, Sabine reacted viscerally. "Stop using Jacen as an excuse to hide behind. You had a real child to love now, not some strays you and Kanan found, so of course it was easy for you to replace me and Ezra - "

Hera slapped Sabine. The sound of it resounded in the watchtower's interior with a vicious crack.

Zeb, whispered, "Oh, karrabast."

Sabine was stunned, her hand reaching up to her cheek that was already reddening from the strength of the blow.

Hera's eyes were cold. She whispered, "How dare you."

Sabine just stared back, defiance flickering to life in her eyes as response.

A few tense seconds passed.

And then Sabine hurled herself at Hera.

"Ezra," snapped Ahsoka. But he was already on the move, throwing himself in front of Sabine. He grabbed Sabine's hands, twisted into claws, her face almost unrecognizable in its visage, transformed by grief and fury.

Zeb grabbed Hera in a huge bear hug from behind, lifting her off the floor. It was a struggle for the Lasat, to Hera's credit.

Dragging them apart, the two women just continued to scream abuses at each other, hurling the worst kind of insults - Ezra couldn't remember any of it later; just how it made him felt.

Like his world was ending.

Zeb shook Hera roughly. "Hera! Enough!"

She broke out of Zeb's embrace and stumbled to the ground. Breathing hard, not looking at anybody, she spoke in a flat monotone: "Jacen. Get your stuff. We're leaving."

No answer. The silence was deafening.

Hera's head whipped up. "Jacen! Did you hear me?"

He wasn't there. Fear descended upon the party in an icy wave.

From outside the watchtower, the whoop of a speeder engine could be heard.

Ezra let go of Sabine and sprinted to the balcony -

Just in time to see two figures sitting on one of the speeder-bikes he and Sabine kept racing off into the darkness towards the capital city.

The thudding of his heart slowed only somewhat; he recognized Huyang, sitting backseat to Jacen. He's not alone.

Hera came up behind him, screaming, "Jacen!"

Ezra asked, "Hera, does Jacen have his comm-link on him?"

Hera frowned, thinking - and then shook his head. "No, he left it in the Ghost."

Ezra quickly dialed Huyang's comm frequency into his own.

The droid's voice came back a second later. "Yes, Ezra?"

Hera grabbed Ezra's comm-link and yelled, "Where the hell are you taking my kid, Huyang?"

"I am not taking him anywhere," came the offended response. "He is taking me."

Hera gritted her teeth, squeezing the comm-link hard enough to break it. Ezra gently pried it out of her hands. "Where are you heading to, Huyang?"

"I am uncertain. He will not tell me."

Ezra sighed. "Is Jacen okay?"

"Physically, yes. Emotionally and mentally? No. Your actions tonight have distressed him."

Ezra looked at Hera and back into the watchtower where Sabine stood, still cradling her cheek, and Zeb, standing apart from everyone and turned away, not looking at any of them.

"Yeah," he agreed. "That makes sense. He's not the only who's distressed at the moment."

He came to a decision. "Huyang, stay on him and turn on your tracking beacon. I'm coming after you."

"Very well, Ezra. I'll contact you when we arrive . . . to wherever our destination is."

Ezra clicked off. Hera glared at him. "That's my kid. I should be going after him, not you."

"You've done enough," replied Ezra. He winced at how harsh his tone sounded; Hera winced at the response.

He reached out and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Besides, you've been drinking. Don't want to see you crash into anything while trying to track your son."

Hera's eyes flashed. "You know I don't crash into anything, Ezra Bridger." But her demeanor softened just a bit.

Ezra grinned and leaned in a little. "Besides, you've got your other kid to take care of." He nodded towards Sabine.

Hera blinked, her eyes misting over. "You don't really believe that - "

"That you forgot about me and Sabine? No - but, as you pointed out, I wasn't here for whatever happened between you guys." His voice turned serious. "Sabine obviously feels differently. And you need to address that with her."

Hera, in a rare moment, looked uncertain and vulnerable. It hurt Ezra to see her like that; for most of his life, she and Kanan were the respective leaders of their unit. They always seemed to know what needed to happen next.

Moments like these . . . he was reminded that everyone was just making it up as they went along. Some people were just better at hiding it than others.

"She's so angry, Ezra. I just - I don't know how to fix that."

Ezra snorted. "Sabine's always been angry."

Hera gave him an annoyed glance. "You know what I mean."

"She's hurt, Hera. Sabine is angry, because she cares. If she was truly well and done with everyone, she would stop being so emotional about it."

Hera frowned. "How do I reach out to her? How do I get Sabine to lower her guard?"

Smiling, Ezra replied, "By lowering your own."

Sabine's headache had intensified ten-fold since the party had started and now she was also dealing with the throbbing mark on her cheek from Hera's slap. She was sitting on the couch, head in her hands, trying not to vomit.

I deserved that, she thought, bitterly. So I will not complain.

Ezra had left to chase after Jacen and Huyang, leaving her alone with Hera, Zeb, and Ahsoka. They all sat apart from each other, not really looking at anyone, anything.

She snuck a glance at her former master, who just sent a shrug.

Just let it be, was the message she received.

There was movement - Sabine looked up and suddenly found Hera kneeling in front of her.

She blinked in confusion. There was a brief moment where it looked like Hera was uncertain; her face was set in the look of someone about to do something necessary, yet unpleasant.

Hera looked directly at her and said, steadily, "I was jealous of you, you know."

She reached out and gently took Sabine's hands. "Jealous?" asked Sabine. "Of what?"

"That you got Ezra back." Hera's smile was sad. "You got your Jedi back. I didn't."

Sabine sensed through the Force a sudden, but small spike of guilt coming from her master. She looked over her shoulder and found Ahsoka turned away, her expression hidden.

"Hera - ", said Sabine, but the other woman shook her head.

"Mind if I sit? I'm too old to be kneeling like that."

"Be my guest." Sabine patted the seat next to her.

Hera rose, wincing at the small crackling noises from her joints as she did so, before plopping down on the couch.

Sabine waited for Hera to continue speaking.

"I would have given anything to save Kanan. For a time, I didn't understand why you helped Thrawn in exchange for Ezra." Hera grimaced and looked down at her hands, gripped tightly together.

"But then I realized that I did actually understand. I wanted to think that I would have made a different choice. That I would have been better. But we never really know, do we? Until we're the ones making the choice."

Sabine absorbed her words for a moment. "I never thought about it," she confessed. "It didn't feel like a sin, doing that. I just knew that I wanted Ezra back." She glanced at Hera and reached over to hold her hand.

Hera squeezed it gratefully. "I never thought you would be jealous," Sabine continued. "I was the one who was jealous. Everyone else had something to do, someone to care for . . . everyone except me."

"We should have showed up, kid," grumbled Zeb. He was watching them both, his eyes serious. "There's no excuse. We were all busy, sure, but family never abandons their own."

"I let you go," added Hera, softly. "Made the same mistake I did with Kanan and Ezra. And look what happened."

Sabine trembled, feeling the years of pent-up grief and loneliness rattling inside her. "Why did you leave? Why did you let us go separate ways?"

Hera swallowed hard and looked away, blinking back tears. Zeb cut in, saying, "Well, speaking for myself, I thought you could handle it. I always thought you were the toughest out of all us."

Sabine blinked at her old friend. "You did?"

"Yeah. I just - I just didn't know how much Ezra meant to you, you know. I didn't know how much of that toughness was . . ."

"Fake?" suggested Sabine, bitterly.

Zeb shook his head. "It wasn't fake, I never said that. You are a survivor, Sabine. Karrabast, you're one of the best fighters I know. Even better now, with your Jedi skills. I thought you would survive and fight through everything - even losing Ezra. But you didn't. And it confused me at first, until I realized."

"Realized what?" asked Sabine.

"That the crush you had on Ezra wasn't just infatuation. You really did love him," confessed Zeb.

Sabine blinked. "Crush?" she asked, incredulous. "I didn't have a crush on Ezra."

From beside her, Hera choked out a laugh. Sabine turned to look at her, mystified. "There was no crush," repeated Sabine, her face reddening.

Zeb cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean there was no crush? There was totally a crush."

Sabine scoffed. "Yeah, he had one on me. Not the other way around."

Hera snorted. Sabine glared at her.

"What about that business on Mandalore? Your thing with the darksaber?"

"My trials? Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

Zeb growled, impatiently, "That's when I first noticed it. You were acting different around that boy."

Sabine arched an eyebrow. "How so?"

"You know . . . you smiled at him more." Zeb attempted to copy the 'smile'. It looked more creepy than romantic.

She rolled her eyes. "I smile at a lot of people, Zeb."

"No, you don't. You grin or you smirk at people. It's kind of your thing. Ezra got a smile; a proper smile." He attempted to do the 'smile' again.

Sabine shuddered. "Please stop doing that."

Zeb crossed his arms, pouting. "Anyway, I'm telling the truth. Ezra got plenty of smiles after you two finished that business on Mandalore. And you did it a lot when he wasn't looking, too."

Sabine leaned back, thinking. "Is that true?" she asked Hera.

Hera smiled, remembering. "I think so, actually. What about you Chopper?"

Chopper tweeted his response, cheerfully.

Sabine's eyebrows shot up. "You thought we were doing what?" she demanded.

Hera belted out a laugh. Sabine turned to her, offended. "How can you laugh? Did you just hear what he said?"

Zeb snickered. "Oh, we heard."

Sabine threw her hands up in frustration. "You're all perverts! Ezra and I were just friends. It never happened!"

Ahsoka's comm-link chirped. "It's Ezra," she announced.

Hera whipped her head around. "He found Jacen?"

Ahsoka turned on the comm. "He's alright, Hera. I've got him with me. We're heading back now,” came Ezra’s voice.

Hera's shoulders slumped in relief. "Thank you, Ezra. May I speak with him?"

Huyang's voice cut in. "I'm doing just fine, too. In case anyone was wondering."

"We weren't," quipped Sabine. "Now put Jacen on."

Huyang sighed. A moment later, Jacen's voice came through. "Hey, Mom."

Hera struggled with herself for a second; Sabine could see a different tangle of emotions fighting for control over her face.

Finally, she settled on just one. "Hey, kid. You scared us."

"I know. I'm sorry. I was just . . . it was too much. I didn't like seeing everyone fighting like that."

Sabine replied, "It's okay. We're sorry, too. Families can be like that, sometimes."

Hera looked at Sabine, surprised. Sabine squeezed her hand.

"Have you guys fixed it yet?" Jacen asked.

"We're working on it," Hera replied, smiling. "What do you think we should do?"

Jacen was silent for a thoughtful moment. Then he said, "I think you should hug."

Zeb chuckled. "You're smarter than all of us, kid."

"I know," Jacen said, smugly. "Anyway, Ezra says we gotta head back now."

"Okay. Safe travels, kid. We'll see you soon."

"Mom?" Jacen's voice suddenly seemed small, uncertain.

"Yes, Jacen?"

"Am I really the reason why you left Sabine alone?"

Sabine felt her heart twist in grief. Hera closed her eyes, hanging her head in shame.

"It's complicated, kid," was all she said.

"Okay," said Jacen, hesitantly. "It's family."

Hera looked at Sabine again, eyes shining with tears. "Yeah, that's right."

Ezra came on the comm again. "Hera, we're heading back now."

"Okay, safe travels." She paused and then asked, "Where did you find him?"

"The Wall of Heroes," responded Ezra. And then he clicked off the channel.

He went to find Kanan, Sabine thought, sadly.

Silence hung thickly between everyone. Hera handed back the comm-link to Ahsoka and thanked her.

"The reason why I let everyone split," Hera said, cutting through the silence, "is because I cared too much. We were all hurting so much from losing Kanan and then Ezra soon after . . . I thought time alone, focusing on our paths, would let us get some breathing room. Heal in our own ways."

Sabine looked at her. "You must have been lonely. Raising Jacen by yourself."

Hera nodded. "It was the hardest thing I've ever done. Still is."

"You didn't have to do it alone," Zeb pointed out. "We all would have come running, if you had asked."

"I didn't," Hera said, softly, "because it hurt too much. To see you all. Jacen already reminded me so much of what we had sacrificed and having the rest of you in there - it was too much reminder of the past. I couldn't handle it. I wanted to move on, to focus on the future."

Sabine reached over and held her hand. "You still didn't have to do it alone."

Hera nodded again - and burst into a sob. "I know. I let you all down. We should have stayed together."

Sabine didn't know what to say. So she just hugged Hera, tight as she could.

Zeb joined. Even Chopper rolled over to join in his own way.

"I'm sorry, everyone," said Hera. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Me, too," said Sabine.

"Count me in that, as well," responded Zeb.

Chopper whomped a statement. Zeb kicked at the astromech.

"You've got plenty to be sorry about, you little menace," growled the Lasat.

Sabine and Hera laughed, together.

Ezra, Jacen, and Huyang returned to the watchtower and found a miracle.

Everyone was laughing. Sitting on the couch, exchanging quips and stories.

Jacen blinked at the scene in astonishment. "Wow," he said, eyes wide.

Huyang glanced at Ezra. "Are you sure we've returned to the correct watchtower?"

Ezra gave the droid a big grin. "I'm pretty sure, Huyang."

Ahsoka gave them a little wave at their return. "Finally!" Zeb growled. "Took you all long enough. It's time to eat the cake!"

On the table was a large box. "You brought cake?" asked Ezra.

"Of course, I brought cake. Even had it decorated in Sabine's favorite colors. Let's open this up here . . ." Zeb reached for the edges to open it up.

The box popped open. "Ta-da!" Zeb gestured at the cake with a flourish.

Ezra's eyes popped open at what was written there.

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PREGNANCY

WE CAN'T WAIT TO MEET THE LITTLE ONE

Everyone was dead silent - and looked to Sabine. She looked at Ezra and quickly shook her head.

Ezra felt his knees go weak. He leaned against the wall to stay upright.

Hera elbowed Zeb in the ribs. "Hey! What's this about?" she demanded, pointing at the cake.

Zeb peered at the writing and muttered an oath. "Ah, karrabast! They gave me the wrong one! I spent so many credits on this . . ."

Sabine, red in the face, shoved Zeb's head into the cake.

Jacen burst out laughing, followed shortly by Hera - and then everyone else joined. Zeb, with some difficulty, pulled his face out and blinked at everyone through the thick frosting.

Their laughter echoed throughout the watchtower, spilled onto the plains of grass, and drifted into the night sky, echoing into the dark spaces between the stars and into galaxies, far, far away . . .

EPILOGUE

Everyone, unsurprisingly, was hung over the next morning.

Except for the droids, obviously.

Hera, with Jacen, Chopper, and a practically comatose Zeb in tow gave Sabine and Ezra a big hug before departing.

"Don't be a stranger, you two," she said, seriously. "Stay in touch."

Sabine grinned. "Count on it. Same goes to you."

Zeb burped. "What - what she said," he grumbled. "And don't forget to open our presents."

Jacen patted the big Lasat on the back. "Let's get you on the Ghost for some more rest, big guy."

Zeb let out another horrendous belch and grimaced. "I think you'll have to drag me there, kid."

Hera aimed a swift kick at Zeb. "Get moving. You've survived worse."

Mournfully, Zeb said, "I don't really think I have. I think I'm proper dying this time."

Ezra and Sabine laughed and waved them off.

Ahsoka was next and handed Sabine a worn journal. "My present," she said, smiling. "Happy birthday, Sabine."

Sabine, curious, opened it up - and felt her heart flip over.

JOURNAL OF ALRICH WREN

She flipped through the pages, recognizing her father's writing; unfinished sketches, musings on Mandalore, politics, his wife . . . and his children.

Sabine felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. "Where did you - "

"I was on Mandalore talking with an old friend recently. Bo-Katan Kryze."

Sabine looked up sharply. "On Mandalore? Why?"

Ahsoka nodded. "She had . . . something to discuss with me."

"Regarding what?" asked Ezra.

Ahsoka shook her head. "Another time. Anyway, I asked her permission to sift through what remained of your ancestral home, Sabine. I found this tucked away under some rubble. I thought you would like to have it."

Sabine carefully closed the book and held it to her chest. "Thank you, Master. I like it very much."

Ahsoka bowed. "You're welcome."

She departed, Huyang giving them a cheerful wave.

Ezra watched Ahsoka leave with a thoughtful expression. Sabine asked, "What's up?"

He frowned at his wife. "She's hiding something."

"Ahsoka? Hiding what?"

He shrugged. "We'll find out later, I suppose."

They headed back inside the watchtower to relax. "Some crisis brewing somewhere?" Sabine suggested.

"Isn't there always?" replied Ezra, dryly. "Let's open up the rest of these presents."

Hera had gifted Sabine new state-of-the-art paint sprays. Zeb, in tandem, had given her special paints exclusive to Lasan.

Sabine felt her eyes misting over again with tears. "I can't believe it," she murmured.

When was the last time I had painted? Just for fun? She couldn't remember. She'd been so busy . . .

"One of the ways we show love to each other," Ezra reminded, "is by paying attention to details."

Sabine leaned into him, sighing. "Dank ferrik, I was so horrible last night."

"It needed to be said. Families aren't always easy, or fun, but they always get us through the worst of times."

Sabine looked at her husband. "Thank you for bringing them back to me. For giving me the opportunity to clear the air."

Ezra said, "Well, I wasn't planning on all that happening. But you're welcome, anyway."

Sabine grinned at him. "Have I told you lately that you're amazing?"

"No," Ezra replied. "But that's okay - you've been busy."

She snuggled close to him. Ezra wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her closer.

After a beat, she asked, "So. Where's your present?"

Groaning, Ezra said, "Sabine. You can't be serious."

"Dead serious, Ezra Bridger. What'd you get me?"

"Do you know how hard it was to get them all together like that? How many schedules I had to align?" Ezra complained.

"Hmmm. I guess . . ."

Ezra snorted. "Well, what can I do to make it up?"

Sabine, in a quick flash of movement, straddled Ezra, drawing his face close to hers for a deep, deep kiss that set his nerves ablaze with excitement.

He felt his pulse begin to skyrocket.

"I believe," Sabine whispered, "that we were rudely interrupted last time."

"You're not tired?" asked Ezra, surprised.

"Not in the slightest," replied Sabine, with a wicked grin. "Now hush, my love, and give me my birthday present."

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #ezrabine #star wars #ahsoka show #ahsoka #god this took so long #never writing for this many characters ever again #hera syndulla #garazeb orrelios #jacen syndulla #ahsoka tano #huyang #chopper #sabezra fanfiction

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Trial

4.6k / Ezra x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dystopian society, noncon/dubcon, rape, forced breeding, breeding kink, innocence kink, inexperienced reader, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, come play, oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, sexual slavery/bondage, brief mention of su*cidal thoughts, implied squirting, nicknames (darlin', pretty girl, sweet girl, sweetheart, etc), no use of y/n.

Summary: You are one of the last fertile women on a desolate world, subjected to an endless cycle of abuse in the name of the greater good. All of the men are nameless, faceless brutes. Until you meet Ezra.

Also on AO3

All thanks to @two-birds-alone-together for the excellent beta!

You crane your neck up to look toward the door. A tall, broad man in blue scrubs walks toward you. He is tan, his eyes a deep brown. There’s a curious white patch at the front of his hair, and it’s brushed downward, making him appear boyish. But he is no boy. He has strong shoulders and large hands…a well-defined nose. He approaches your head where you lay against the table and looks down at you.

-0-0-0-

You’re little more than breeding stock. You know that now. On this planet, to this endless parade of doctors and scientists, your entire worth has dwindled down to your fertility…what you can grow in your womb to repopulate a planet devastated by civil war.

You never thought you would long for the mining colony you’d been kidnapped from…for the hardships of your life before. You’d spent cycles in the mines without rest or food, scrabbling to make points from what you could unearth from the gas-ridden caves. But you were free. Your body was your own, until one day a routine blood test changed your life forever.

You’ve been in the same room for so many cycles you’ve lost count. You’re intimately familiar with the tiles on the ceiling, the harsh fluorescent lighting, the low couch by the window that looks comfortable, but that you’ve never been allowed to sit on. You’re strapped to a table, legs spread and cunt on display. It horrified you at first…the clinical exams, the blatant disregard for your comfort. Your cheeks burn with the memory of your first “trial.” You had kicked and screamed until they’d sedated you. You woke up sore with cum dripping out of you, no question as to what had happened.

Now they don’t bother with sedatives. You no longer fight. The punishing march of cycles has sapped your will. You’re never getting out, not unless you give them what they want. Unless your belly becomes round with new life, your life, as far as you can see, is over.

Tears are dried on your face from the last trial. It’s your fertile time, they’ve informed you, so the trials are daily now. The next man, one of the institute’s finest specimens of virility, no doubt, fucks you with a bored expression on his face. You look at the ceiling. You can feel his cock twitch after about a minute, feel his precious seed fill you to overflowing. He snarls as he comes, digging his blunt nails into your thigh.

The only mercy is that it never lasts long.

He backs up from where you are laid bare to him and puts himself away. “Did you come?” he asks perfunctorily. “The doctors say it’s more likely to take if you do.”

You say nothing. Of course you didn’t come. You never have. You were a virgin when they brought you here. You’ve never even touched yourself. Daily rape is not going to change that.

He shakes his head at your silence. You can feel his seed running out of you. A single tear tracks down your face, and you hear the door shut behind him.

A nurse comes in once a day to clean you up. It’s not enough. You have at least three trials a day, different men each time, and multiple blood tests. Your menses comes when you’re due, without fail. No pregnancy. No hope of ever escaping this hell you’re trapped in.

You’ve thought about killing yourself, but there’s no way to do it. Your arms are tied down away from your body. Your feet are secured and your legs forced apart. You’re never given sharp objects; your meals are liquid. Every cycle the sun rises and you wish again that you were dead.

It’s another early morning when you hear a soft knock at the door. That’s new, you think. No one ever knocks. They come in, use your body for tests or trials, and leave, usually without a word. If you don’t die from the abuse they are putting you through, then maybe you will die from loneliness. It would be a mercy.

Another knock on the door, and it piques your interest like nothing has in a long time. “Come in,” you say in a raspy voice. It’s been so many cycles since last you spoke, your lips can barely find the words. The door opens, and you brace yourself for what comes next.

But he is no boy. He has strong shoulders and large hands…a well-defined nose. He approaches your head where you lay against the table and looks down at you.

That also, is new. Most men who come in go straight between your legs. You almost never see them up close. Sometimes you never see them at all.

“Hi darlin’,” he says, his peculiar drawl thick and syrupy. He’s smiling down at you a little lopsided, his head cocked slightly. “Let’s get you all undone, now. Let you stretch your legs a bit.”

You blink up at him, trying to comprehend this radical change in protocol. He’s already working on the restraints binding your arms, then the large one across your middle. He moves down to your feet, and your gaze immediately finds the ceiling, expecting the worst.

Instead, he loosens those restraints as well. When he sees the reddened skin around your ankles, he tuts, taking one of your feet and gently massaging it. You say nothing, wondering if this is some sort of cruel joke. You’ve never been unrestrained during a fertile time before, not since you first arrived.

The man returns to your head. He takes one of your hands in his, thumb making little sweeps over your skin. It’s the first time someone has touched you with any sort of kindness in a long time, and tears spring to your eyes. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” he says softly. “My name’s Ezra.”

You look up at him and reflexively draw your hand away. You marvel at being able to move your arms. They’re stiff and tingly from being bound, but you relish the sensation. You whisper your name and he smiles.

“That’s beautiful darlin’,” he says pleasantly. He holds out his hand again while his other hovers near your shoulder. “Need some help sitting up?”

The first thing you do is close your legs, wincing at the pain in your atrophied muscles. Your modesty intact for the first time in a long time, you let Ezra gently pull you to a sitting position. The hospital gown covers you, finally, and you let your legs dangle over the side of the table.

You still avoid his gaze, though you can feel it burn you where it lands. You chance a glance at him and his eyes are soft, thoughtful.

“I bet a shower would do you a world of good,” he says, still congenial…still seemingly kind. You’re unused to it. It makes you immediately suspicious.

“Are you…are you a nurse?” You ask him. The only time you’ve been cleaned up (and those were hasty wipe downs with a cold basin of water) was by nurses during your scant few bathroom breaks. A shower, as unbelievable as that sounds, still feels like a trick.

He chuckles at that. “Not a nurse, sweetheart. Here to take care of you, though. Here to make you feel good.”

You frown. How could you possibly feel good in a place like this? After all that’s been done to you? You shake your head in refusal.

He sighs, leaving you sitting on the side of the table. “Let me start the shower for you, darlin’. You think you can manage by yourself?” His brow is furrowed, his eyes sympathetic. “I know it’s been a while since you stood.”

Suddenly you see the adjacent bathroom. You watch Ezra as he walks into it; you listen as the water turns on. Hot steam wafts from the open door, and you close your eyes.

Then you remember…the door to your room. It’s probably open. You can get away, or try to. This is the first time you’ve had any actual hope of escape, and you’re drunk off of it.

You bolt toward the door, but your numb legs betray you. You fall on your face, crying out, the hard floor jarring your bones. Ezra is by your side in moments.

“Ah, now,” he soothes, taking you up by your shoulders. “Can’t be running off like that. I’m trying to help ya honey. Nothing more.”

You look up at him where he holds you in his arms. He’s handsome, you think distantly, but the realization has no physical effect on you. You lost any sexual desire you had a long time ago, when these people weaponized reproductive organs as a means to an end, a tool to be used for the greater good.

Ezra helps you to your feet. His hands are big and calloused, but they’re warm. You’re not used to gentleness. It makes you wary, but you find yourself craving it all the same.

He leads you into the bathroom…stands you up by the sink. He offers you his arm, looking away as you step out of your hospital gown.

The steam feels so good on your skin; you’ve been cold for so long that your very pores starve for warmth. Ezra leaves you and you step under the hot spray. A wanton little sound of relief, the nearest sound you’ve ever made to pleasure escapes your lips, and you snap your mouth shut.

You spend the next few minutes washing your body, your hair, letting the suds run over your skin and down the drain. You clean the dried semen from your folds, scrubbing just a little too roughly. You stand there swaying under the water. You haven’t had a hot shower since your youth, since before you were sent to the mines. You huff a disbelieving laugh at how good it feels. You forget about Ezra and stay there until the water runs cold.

When you step out of the bathroom, there’s a fresh gown waiting for you on the counter. You towel off, slipping it on over your head. Feeling the cool, threadbare cotton against you just reminds you of where you are, what your purpose is, and the previous contentment from the shower, scant as it was, immediately evaporates.

You pad out of the bathroom and onto the cold tile. Your legs are still wobbly. You’re lightheaded from the hot shower, and before you know it the entire room tilts.

But you never hit the floor. Ezra catches you under the arms, sweeping you up to cradle against his chest like you weigh nothing. He murmurs something, his voice a low and pleasant rumble, but your ears are still ringing. He sits you down beside him…not on the cruel examination table, but on the couch.

You come back to yourself, and Ezra is tucking your wet hair behind your ear. He lets his hand linger by your cheek in a soft caress. You blink up at him, not understanding.

“Why am I on the couch?” you ask. Ezra looks confused, then his face transforms into a wide smile.

“Well, it seemed a mite more comfortable than where you were,” he says softly. He ducks his head, trying to catch your furtive gaze. “You feel better?”

The question catches you off guard. You do a quick, basic self-assessment and realize that you do feel a tiny bit better. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Thank you for the shower.”

Ezra preens, seemingly pleased by your gratitude. He tracks his thumb back and forth across the soft skin of your cheek, humming to himself. After a moment, he leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead.

You instantly recoil, pressing your back to the end of the couch. He scoots forward, crowding you a bit. Your heart picks up.

“Mmm,” he hums, that low rumble coming from deep in his chest. “Y’ smell good.”

You bite your lip, refusing to meet his eyes. “I smell like hospital body wash,” you say, still trying to parse what’s actually going on.

He drags his knuckles up your bare leg, and you look at him. His eyes are dark, his strong nose scenting the air. “Wasn’t talking about the soap,” he says, grin lopsided, and then you realize.

He’s here for a trial.

You swallow hard. He’s got his arms braced on either side of you; it unfurls a strange warmth in your belly. It feels like fear…anticipation, but you’re not really afraid of him.

“If you’re gonna fuck me then just fuck me.” You look up, your mouth a firm line. “Why play all of these games?”

He tuts again, eyes bright and looking at you softly. He floats his hand down the column of your neck, settling at your shoulder.

“Such harsh words, sweet thing.” He gives your shoulder a little squeeze, and your skin burns with his touch. “I’m going to make it so good for you. You have my word.”

A little thrill goes through you, and you shiver. Without a word he pulls you to him, wrapping you up in a warm embrace. He’s speaking, but you don’t register much of it. It’s soft nonsense, words you would use to calm a frightened child or animal. You close your eyes against the white noise, and your nose catches his scent.

It’s uniquely masculine, something earthy and rich. Saliva pools in your mouth.

He holds you there for a long time, whispering soothing words into the shell of your ear. He trails his hands down your arms, smoothing the gooseflesh he finds there.

“You cold baby? You need a blanket?”

He leaves you on the couch, going to a closet and withdrawing a blanket. In all your cycles here, it’s a comfort you’ve never been offered. He wraps it around your shoulders, rubbing his hands over it like he can stoke warmth into your bones.

“Th-thanks,” you say, your teeth chattering. You realize it’s not entirely from cold.

Once you’re wrapped up, Ezra leans in again and you stiffen but do not pull away. You realize this is a foregone conclusion. Ezra is here for a trial, and nothing you do is going to change that.

He noses the skin beneath your ear, and you exhale. He presses his lips in a trail down your neck, gentle little pecks. When he reaches the fluttering pulse there, he seals his mouth over it and sucks.

You gasp softly and arch against him, feeling the warmth in your belly from before travel lower and settle between your legs. You feel your heartbeat throb in your center. That’s never happened before, and it makes you want to squeeze your thighs together to make it stop.

You reach up between you and press a hand against his chest.

“I won’t fight you,” you say. Your voice is thready and soft, and you hate how demure it sounds. “Just do what you have to do.”

He ignores you, letting his tongue wet your skin where his mouth is still sealed over your neck, then he teases it with his teeth. You tremble again, from nerves or cold you know not. “Ezra,” you whisper breathily, and he groans.

“You got me so worked up, darlin’,” he breathes against your neck. He kisses down to where your collarbone juts out of the wide neck of the hospital gown and closes his lips over it. He pulls away, observing the flush of your cheek, your shallow breath.

“Gonna take care of you,” he murmurs. “Gonna put a baby in you. Maybe two. Right here.”

You look down and he has his large hand splayed over your stomach. Your pulse quickens. Your gown is hitched up, and your legs are on display.

You shake your head. “Can’t get pregnant,” you say, “no matter what the blood tests say.” You turn your head, cheeks blooming red. “Been through many trials. Nothing’s ever worked.”

Ezra pouts, pecking at the line of your jaw. “Bet no one’s ever made you feel good though,” he says, his hand sliding from your stomach down your thigh to catch the edge of your gown. “Bet no one’s ever fingered this pretty little pussy before.”

Your mouth pops open, and he uses it as an excuse to claim your lips. His are full and soft, and your eyes slip shut. You’ve never kissed anyone before, so you have no comparison, but you like the way it makes you feel…warm, wanted. His whiskers tickle your chin. He slips his tongue in your mouth and your eyes fly open, a little noise purring deep in your throat.

He moans into the kiss, probing your mouth with his slick tongue. Tentatively you kiss him back, unsure of exactly how, so you simply touch your tongue to his and hope it’s enough.

His hand slips up your thigh and you feel a gush of liquid between your legs. You pull away, mortified, and move to stand. “I think I need to go to the bathroom,” you stammer. You feel strangely off balance. Your skin’s on fire, and there’s a steady ache between your legs.

You’ve never felt this way before. Something’s wrong…Ezra has done something to you and you don’t understand what.

Your legs are shaking, and you look down at the wet spot on the couch. “Oh no,” you murmur, face red. You feel the sudden need to hide, but there’s nowhere to go, and Ezra has both hands on your arms.

“Sit down, sweet girl.” There’s color to his cheeks, too, and you can see his hard cock tenting the front of his scrub pants. He pulls you back down and gently kisses your cheek. “It’s normal, honey,” he says sweetly. “It’s what’s ‘sposed to happen. That little pussy just needs a cock is all. It’s crying for one.”

Your core throbs, and you feel even wetter at his crass words. The dull pulsating sensation is now more urgent, sharp and unceasing. You want to touch, thinking that would make it go away, but you’re not sure how or where.

Ezra places his hand back on the inside of your leg, slowly dragging it upwards. He kisses you again, gentler this time. His hand reaches the humid juncture of your leg and pelvis, and he pets through your damp curls with the back of his hand.

“Unngh,” he moans into your mouth, then pulls away. He withdraws his hand, and his knuckles shine in the sunlight coming through the window. “Haven’t even got my hands on you properly and you’re already soaked. Kevva’s sake, girl.”

You’re trembling again, gripping Ezra’s upper arms. He slips beneath your gown once more, parting your seam with two big fingers.

“Oh shit,” he breathes, scooting up some on the couch. “You’re dripping, babygirl.” He locks eyes with you, and his are impossibly dark. “This all for me?”

You bite your lip and tell him the truth. “I don’t understand,” you say, trying to keep the tremor from your voice. “This has never happened before.”

He smiles, his eyes sparkling. “Good,” he says around a smirk. “You mean you’ve never touched this pretty thing, not once?”

He pulls your gown up, exposing your soaked cunt to the cold air. You shiver. “Kevva be damned, you’re beautiful darlin’.”

He drags through your folds with those same two fingers, groaning at the wet heat. He finds your clit, giving it an experimental little tap, then circling it with his thumb. Your legs quiver and your head falls back.

Your panting now, chest heaving, arms braced against the couch. You unconsciously widen your legs and feel yourself leak onto the cushion.

“Goddamn,” Ezra groans. “You’re unbelievable baby.” He makes another gentle circle over your clit, and you can scarcely believe the sound you make.

You can feel your body tightening. Your muscles go rigid and your toes curl. The warmth in your belly returns, spreading out to your limbs. “Ezra…,” you say, tears in your eyes. He continues his ministrations, shushing you gently. “You’re just aroused, sweet girl.” He dips into your folds, bringing more of your essence to your swollen clit. Something’s about to happen…you can feel it. Your heart beats faster…your skin feels tight. Ezra presses one of his fingers against your entrance and locks eyes with you. “Gonna give you one finger, my good girl. Just one. Give you something to clench around.”

You nod, not sure what you’re agreeing too. It’s all so much so quickly. Ezra smiles and looks down to where his finger enters your body.

You cry out, and he’s barely a knuckle deep when your walls close around him. He pumps his finger in an out, hooking it just so. You see stars. Your vision goes black at the edges, and your legs shake. He coos, laying you back onto the couch. He’s still working you through it until you start to whine, overstimulated.

He’s showering your face with kisses when he finally stops circling your clit. He withdraws his finger, giving your pussy a slap. His palm falls wetly against your folds, causing a pleasurable little sting.

You’re still catching your breath when he’s opening your thighs again. “You were so good for me, sweet girl, taking that finger. Did I hurt your little clit, rubbing it so hard?” He’s trailing his hand over your abdomen. It tickles, and the skin there quivers. You shake your head.

“Uh huh.” His hand slips down between your legs, cupping your pussy. You groan, arousal stirring again. “I’m gonna kiss it better all the same.”

He slides down the couch, kissing his way over your belly, to the top of your mound. “Ezra,” you moan, and he has to palm himself. “Ezra, please.”

He noses your curls, chin bumping against your folds. You groan louder, feeling the pressure build inside of you. He seals his lips over that tender bud and sucks.

You arch off the couch, crying out. Your heels dig into the cushions and your hands drop to his hair. He nips your clit with his teeth, stealing your breath, and still travels lower.

He looks up at you, eyes hooded. Your slick paints his mustache and patchy beard. You feel a fresh gush of it coat your thighs at the sight.

He probes your entrance with his tongue, and you twist under him. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. There’s pain in the pleasure, but you also need more. He licks a stripe up your seam, and it makes you shake. “You taste so good, sweetheart,” he murmurs against you, and the vibrations of his voice against you almost send you spiraling. “Could stay here all cycle.”

His lips return to your clit, swirling his tongue around the little bundle of nerves. Two fingers probe your entrance, and he slides them in without warning. It’s a stretch; your walls flutter around him to accommodate the intrusion. Then he starts to move.

“Goddamn pretty girl. I think you can take another.” He slides in his ring finger aside the other two after just two pumps, and you groan at the stretch.

“So full,” you murmur, already cock drunk and you haven’t even had it yet. He pumps his fingers in and out of you while eating you out, feeling your cunt tighten and clench around him.

“Gonna give me another sweet girl? One more before you take this cock?”

You find yourself nodding…anything just so he doesn’t stop. He crooks his fingers and presses into that spongey spot inside you, and you keen.

It hits you like a lightning bolt. The tension in your belly unspools, and before you can stop yourself you’re riding his face, hands clenched in his hair. You know it must hurt, but you can’t be bothered to care.

He coaxes you back down with soothing words, his soaked hand rubbing little circles on your inner thigh. “That’s my good girl,” he says to you over and over. “Gonna take this cock so well.”

When you finally come down he’s holding himself, languidly stroking your juices over his shaft.

Your eyes immediately go to the cock in his hand. It’s big…you’re not entirely sure it will fit. Your mouth goes dry as you notice the little bead of precum clinging to the tip.

“It’ll fit, darlin,” he says, reading your mind. “Gonna fill you up good. Like nobody else.”

His cock twitches, and he gives it a squeeze. “Gonna put a baby in me,” you murmur, and he smiles, cock lined up at your entrance. “That’s right, sweetheart. That’s what I said.”

The fat head of his cock breaches your entrance and you gasp. It’s a stretch, and once you’ve adjusted he eases a few inches inside you.

You both groan in unison. You can feel yourself relaxing around him, the initial twinge and stretch all but gone. It’s always hurt before. It’s never felt like this.

He’s got both elbows planted on either side of your head. He bends down to kiss you, and sinks his cock to the hilt.

You moan into the kiss. For a few moments neither of you move. His breath is coming in warm puffs. His hips are moving in little thrusts; he’s not fully fucking you yet…it’s like he’s settling in.

“Knew this pussy would take me,” he grits out. “So perfect. So tight.” He pulls out and then slams back in. It takes your breath. He finds a rhythm, pulling all the way out before thrusting back into your tight heat. His pelvis grinds against your clit. He balances on one arm, pulling up your hospital gown and exposing your chest.

You blush. He looks at you in awe, then bends and licks a stripe up your sternum. “Knew these tits would be perfect, too,” he says before taking one his mouth.

Your mouth drops open. He’s fucking you hard, and you’re so full you wonder briefly if they’ll be any room for his seed. You wrap your legs around him, the wet squelch of your bodies joining and your harsh breathing the only sounds in the room.

He pulls off your breast, a string of saliva dragging from his lips. “I’d come on these pretty titties if it wouldn’t be a waste of seed,” he stammers out. His hips are stuttering…there’s high color to his cheeks, and his hair is soaked in sweat. He flicks one of your hard nipples and it goes white at the sting. “Maybe next time.”

You clench around him at the thought of a next time. He pulls out suddenly and flips you on your belly. He slaps your thigh. “On your knees for me, sweet girl. Gonna pound you deep.” You’ve barely processed what he’s saying before he’s slipped inside you again, fucking you at a furious pace. He is hitting you deeper at this angle, you marvel, and a blooming warmth starts unfurling in your body even more rapidly than before.

Ezra reaches for your clit with his free hand, and it sends you over the edge. You soak his cock, and he groans, pulling you up and grabbing your hips in a bruising grip. A few more thrusts and he’s spilling inside you; his hot release branding your insides.

He collapses against you. You’re both breathing heavily, your body slicked in sweat. Ezra stays there for a long time, pressing sloppy kisses into your shoulder.

You feel sleepy, fucked out. Your eyes slip closed as Ezra slips out of you. He presses what seed escapes back into your loose hole, holding it inside with his fingers.

“Gonna take, pretty girl. We’re gonna populate the new world, you and me. Gonna be a regular Adam and Eve.”

You moan into the couch cushion. You’re pleasantly sore, and your mind is blissfully blank. Ezra’s fingers wiggle within, and you clench around him, trying to keep him inside.

You never wanted to help repopulate the world, you can’t help but think. But if Ezra was by your side, maybe a baby wouldn’t be so bad.

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