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whoreforthemandalor · 2 years

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the waves clasp one another (chapter two)

Pairing: Ezra x afab!reader (no physical descriptions, no y/n)

Series Rating: M for now, will be updated to E in later chapters and will be tagged as such

Chapter Rating: T, but this blog is 18+ so MINORS SCRAM

Tags/Content Warnings for Series: SLOW BURN!!; adventure; peril; discussions of disease; canon typical violence; thalassophobia tw; Ezra is his own warning; Smut eventually.

Tags/Content Warnings for Chapter: mentions of PTSD symptoms. guilt once again. mentions of past parental neglect/abuse. WARNING FOR LOSS OF LIMB DESCRIPTIONS. Ezra POV.

Series Summary: When Cee is required to complete an internship to graduate from The Euphrate, Ezra insists on accompanying her off-world. You are a conservationist with a vested interest in preventing a mass outbreak of a transmissible brain disease, and your new intern has brought along a companion. When things suddenly go sideways, will all three of you make it out alive?

Chapter Summary: The arrival on Chelroth reawakens some memories for Ezra.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: i'm sorry that this is a slow burn but the next couple chapters are written and considerably longer. once again, thank you to my lovely friends @imtryingmybeskar @darkstarcomics @chocolateghost @mbpokemonrulez @pentechnics and @ejacutastic for allowing my mental breakdowns in your inboxes <3 and sorry for a short chapter, the next couple will make up for that!

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Chapter 2:

Ezra didn’t often have nightmares, but when he did, the dreams were always the same.

He was back on the Green, with a failing air filter and a mute, slowly dying partner. His chrono beeped shrilly, constantly, to let him know he had about a day’s worth of filtration before he would be permanently stuck inside his tent with an air scrubber that was also far past its recommended expiration date; his literal minutes were numbered without a transport pod or any other way to leave the cursed planet. In the dream, no matter how thoroughly he scrubbed his filter with the designated brush, the alarm on the breathing apparatus would beep and beep and beep, counting down the moments until his inevitable demise. Always, without fail, his nightmare would lead up to the sharp, spreading ache of Cee’s thrower bolt piercing his bicep, and the throbbing pain that had teased at his every waking moment since that fateful day.

By the dream’s end, the raw, fresh gasps of air that he pulled into his permanently bruised lungs would always snap him back to reality, but the psychic damage would linger for the rest of the day. It was always worse when he was alone in the apartment without a groggy, grumpy Cee to cheer up with slightly burnt pancakes.

This time though, after his nightmare shoved him awake, he was on a passenger shuttle, and the announcement on the overhead speakers chimed their imminent arrival on Chelroth. Turning slightly to the left, he met Cee’s eyes as she turned away from her window to level him with an empathetic stare.

“We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be on solid ground.”

The smile Cee gave him was bitten off, and Ezra felt his anxiety multiply.

Ezra breathed in the briny, cool air as soon as the door of the shuttle opened onto the steely gray horizon, pulling in great lungfuls of humidity that made his eyes widen and the stump of his arm tingle with the remembrance of his home. Terra. He hadn’t felt the clammy dampness of an atmosphere like this since he was barely more than twenty. A lump swelled in his throat as the mist from the water breaking over the nearby rocks off the dock settled gently into the worn fabric of his utility pants and thin flannel shirt. The sound of the waves crashing and roaring was almost too overwhelming for him, and he wiped at his face, unsure if he was feeling the spray of the water or the wetness in his eyes spilling over.

He turned from the view of the sea and was met with Cee’s gaze, soft and curious, watching him take in his surroundings.

Ezra had a feeling, deep down in his gut, that she had picked this planet not just for the sweet creatures that she would be working with. No, he knew that Cee had picked this particular adventure partially for him as well. She had asked too many pointed questions in the days leading up to their departure from The Ephrate for Ezra to not have caught on to her game; her questions had caused him to reminisce fondly about his home planet, and had stirred a deep wistfulness in him for what was now uninhabitable. He had done quite a bit of research on the planet the two of them would be on for the next few weeks, and it had given him a better grasp on what they would be dealing with.

“Your hair’s gonna be completely unmanageable by the end of this trip if you don’t cover it, Ez.” Cee’s teasing was meant to put him at ease, but Ezra recalled reading a recent article that the seawater on Chelroth was slightly more chlorinated than saline. It reminded him of the last few years on Terra, when the drinking water had to be boiled and collected via evaporation twice over again before it could safely be consumed.

He pulled out and awkwardly situated his bright blue beanie from his bag, one that Cee had gifted to him not long after their return to the Ephrate and Ezra had an impolite reintroduction to the concept of season. He didn’t want the spray to discolor the naturally blond birthmark above his right eyebrow, one of the only parts of himself that he still liked. It wouldn’t take long for that discoloration to happen, with the sticky chlorine clinging to everything that it could. The slow bleach could and would destroy everything that hadn’t adapted for tens of thousands of years to the more alkaline properties of eighty-five percent of the planet’s cover.

Ezra turned away from Cee’s watchful gaze and spun around far enough to view the little port town where the two of them would be meeting the research team. It was small and surprisingly clean for a seaport town; neat rows of colorfully painted shops and restaurants in the immediate foreground, and the rolling hills behind the town displayed a sprawl of homes built into the land, interspersed with pastures full of grazing creatures, all in varying shades of the bleach associated with chlorine exposure. Even the fauna covering the hills was a pale shade of yellow, devoid of the chlorophyll that would have thrown him completely back to Terra, or worse, the Green Moon. In a way, it was grounding for Ezra to know he wasn’t hallucinating his past.

“So the restaurant that we’re meeting the doctor and crew at is called ‘The Blind Shark’, and the message said it’s violently orange. D’you think it’s listed on the main map? I don’t see it on the index for Port Pilou…” Out of the corner of his eye, Ezra could see that Cee was nose deep in the guidebook she had picked up for Chelroth at the transport station before they had departed. The thin booklet featured a scenic picture of a blazing orange sun dipping into a sunset over the ubiquitous ocean, and was emblazoned in an almost unreadable, stylized script with the cheesy slogan “Visit Peaceful Chelroth!”

Of course, he had already pored over every drop of information on his tablet about Port Pilou, the meeting place they had landed in, so spotting the building in question was easy enough. It was hard to miss among the mostly cooler colors of the other shops along the main drag, but part of the guidelines that Cee had laid out for him before their departure had included allowing her to take the lead on their trip. She wanted to feel like she was in charge of her own fate, and that had involved her sheepishly asking Ezra to put a lid on the deep well of his knowledge so she could have an authentic experience.

Over the last year and a half, Ezra had gained a deeper understanding of Cee’s neuroses, her soft lines and hard stops. What had caused him to be so lenient on this trip was something that Cee had told him, the night before their departure. She had confessed that she never truly been able to make decisions purely for her own reasons while traveling with Damon. Even as a young child, when all she should have been thinking about was what her entertainment for the day would be or wondering where the sweets were hidden, she had always needed to consider a dozen different outcomes to Damon’s rash impulses, and think a hundred clicks down the road to see how things would pan out. Ezra’s heart constantly ached for the little child that Cee had never been allowed to be, so giving her these concessions was easy enough. He knew she would ask for help when she truly needed it.

“Looks like your little map there doesn’t quite pick up on that terrifically horrendous shade, so we should probably scout it out ourselves.” Ezra nodded at the guidebook in Cee’s hands. “We’ll have to count on our own fallible eyes to twist us in the right direction for the beginning of our adventure.” Cee rolled her eyes at that and started a quick clip into the town’s center, not bothering to turn and see if he was keeping up.

Ezra hauled his and Cee’s bags onto his good shoulder and set off after her, a grin pulling at the edge of his mouth.

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sansa-of-oldstones · 5 years

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when you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!!)

Thank you for the ask! I’m not good at complimenting myself, but here goes:

1) I’m a bunch of “recessive” genes that decided to be phenotypes, a unicorn if you will (red hair, blue eyes, even my blood type: o neg). A rebel from the start. Not really, they’re actually dominant in my fam. Even one of my cats is a ginger. My husband jokes he’s outnumbered.

2) I’m very kind, and compassionate. I love helping people.

3) I’m proud of myself for getting through nursing school, licensing, and certifications since then. I tend to focus on what I haven’t accomplished, instead of what I have. I need to remind myself.

4) Jack told me once that he’s really glad I’m his aunt, and that has just stuck with me. I love what I’ve done for that kid, and I love him. I love taking care of my kiddos, and seeing them grow.

5) I taught myself how to play the piano from YouTube videos. I dig music, and I dig that about myself.

#asks #chocolateghost #mallory speaks

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jonsa-creatives · 6 years

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Since you're taking recs I have to give a shout out to chocolateghost's Can't We Be Sweethearts. Why aren't more people reading this fic? Like, it's just so good and the fact that it's based on his real life love story is just SO FREAKING CUTEEEEEEE! I am DYING for an update! I need to know what happens next like right now!

I agree nonny!

Everyone go give Brad some love on his fic inspired by his real-life love story!! (Link)

While you’re at it, go check out @chocolateghost ‘s other works!

#jonsa #jon x sansa #fic rec #chocolateghost

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jonsapositivity · 6 years

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Chocolateghost leaves the most hilarious and fun comments on fics. They truly make writing feel worth it.

anonymous at @chocolateghost

#submission #anonymous #chocolateghost

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sweetaprilbutterfly · 4 years

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When he was younger, Jon used to believe in magic. He used to believe in the power of love, fate, destiny, and soulmates. But then he grew up and, like so many others, stopped believing. Now years later, and unhappy with the direction of his life, Jon buys an antique desk intending to follow his dream of becoming a writer. Little does he know that an old love letter hidden inside one of the desk drawers will make him start believing in magic again.

Writing to Reach You by @chocolateghost

#jon x sansa fic #Jon x Sansa #sansa x jon #Jonsa #actuallyjonsa #Jon Snow #Sansa Stark #GoT #Game of Thrones #ASOIAF #gotedit #asoiafedit #jonsaedit #gotsansastark #gotjonsnow #my edits #chocolateghost

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fab-food-4-all · 2 years

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Easy Halloween Ghost Cupcakes are delicious, chocolate flavoured cupcakes with a hint of coffee, topped with chocolate spread and a white chocolate ghost topper. Easy enough for kids to make with a little adult help. https://www.fabfood4all.co.uk/easy-halloween-ghost-cupcakes/ #halloweenfoodideas #halloweencupcakes #halloweenrecipes #cupcakes #cupcakesofinstagram #cupcakerecipe #chocolatecupcakes #bakinglogger #bakedfromscratch #cakelove #cakefeed #sweettooth #indulgenteats #thefeedfeedbaking #betterbaking #hungrygirl #ghostcupcakes #buzzfeedfood #britainsbesthomecook_ #foody365 #easycupcakes #cupcakeheaven #homebaking #foodbloguk #foodbloggerscentral #inmykitchen #thebiteshot #moodygrams #chocolatelovers #chocolateghost https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjk0GjqtDgE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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chocolateghost · 8 months

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afraid, not scared

Chapter 5 - no, i'm scared

Sansa shuffles quickly into the barn, panting heavily. She needs a place to hide and collect her thoughts. She doesn't know you what to do. They're onto her, and she knows the barn won't be safe for long. She needs to move on and make a new plan.

She ventures deeper inside, passing by empty animal stalls, eyes examining the tools on the wall. She needs a new weapon. One of them can replace her needles.

Something catches her eye in the last stall and makes Sansa stop dead in her tracks. She claps her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming

Read more on ao3

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jon x sansa #jon x sansa fic #jonsa horror au #jonsa halloween #chocolateghost fic

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patritxi · 8 months

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Edit inspired by jonsa fiction Afraid, not Scared written by @chocolateghost

"I'm so sorry about this," Jon whispers, lips brushing her forehead, "but I need you to run. Can you do that for me? Run. Run away and don't look back. Don't wait for me. Just run as far and as fast as you can."

#jonsa #jonsa fic #my edit #yeah...I know I still owe you a couple of comments Brad #but the power of your story compelled me!!!#and I'm so happy you're back

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kitten1618x · 8 months

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For @chocolateghost xoxo ❤️

It’s Friday, I’m in love

When Sansa seeks out her neighbor and long-time nemesis Jon Targaryen as an unlikely ally for help in winning over the guy of her dreams—namely, handsome, charming Harry Hardyng—she doesn’t expect for the guy in question to change.

But it’s not long before she starts to wonder… is what she thought she wanted, really what she should have been looking for in the first place?

By the time Sansa takes her seat in Mrs. Mordane’s first-period history class, the debate raging in her brain has reached epic proportions, and full-on madness is beginning to set in. There is simply no other excuse for the ludicrous plan currently forming in her brain.

It’s so unlike her too, but maybe that’s why it’s suddenly so easy to flip open her notebook and scratch a quick and very ambiguous note to the boy sitting two seats behind her and to the right.

Nevermind that despite being her next-door neighbor since the dawn of time, the two of them have actively gone out of their way to avoid one another—trading only the occasional insult or side-eye. Nevermind that he’ll probably just turn her down, make fun of her and then tell the very boy she’s hoping to impress what a pathetic loser she is.

And yet, here she is, about to give him the power to humiliate her straight into hiding, should he be so inclined. But she can overthink it—and that—and then spiral into full-blown panic mode later… Right? Right.

Folding her note neatly in half, and then again, Sansa quickly scrawls Jon’s name on the corner and passes it in his direction before she can lose her nerve.

There’s no turning back now.

Read it here.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #actually jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa fanfiction #melissa writes fic #and be gentle okay bc it’s been a long long time #but yeah I’m back on my bullshit again #and this one’s for my bro Brad #bc he deserves all the good things #love you bro #brotp: all you knead is loaf

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vivilove-jonsa · 6 years

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If no one else has done so, I'd love to know more about Skirling!

Aww, thank you, Brad! I’ve got a good little start on this one. Hoping to start posting before the end of the year…maybe. It’s got a bit of a Northern Exposure vibe if you recall that show.

Basically, Robb was a firefighter who died during a forest fire. Him and Jon were best friends and lived together. Sansa has come north to study wolves but mostly to look for some closure after her brother’s death. Wow…that sounds so heavy! But I promise it lightens up considerably after the initial Jonsa reunion.

Here’s a good little chunk…

“Thank you for getting me here safe and sound, Mr. Rayder.”

“You’re welcome, miss…I mean, Dr. Stark. You got someone picking you up?” The field nearby had a lone SUV parked in itbearing the Westeros Forestry Service logo and she nodded. “Here’s my number in case you need a flightback before winter,” he chuckled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said firmly though she acceptedthe card he offered. Not till I find what I’m looking for. She hoped he wouldn’t notice how desperateshe sounded or how tightly she was clutching her bags.

His dark eyes softened and she was reminded of her fatheragain despite their difference in appearance. “Well…welcome to Skirling, Dr. Stark. If you need anything at all, I’m not that busy this time of year. You can call me Mance.”

“Thank you, Mance. Please,call me Sansa.”

“I’ll see you around town then, Sansa?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you.”

She took her baggage and picked her way across the uneven groundtowards the SUV, expecting Jon to climb out and greet her. Her face fell when another man did and shestumbled. But, she quickly regained herpoise and recovered enough to smile at him.

He was nearing forty, thin and dour-faced with greying brownhair. “You Sansa?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Jon sent me to fetch you. I’m Edd.”

“Oh! Well, thank youfor…”

He looked her up and down but not the way most men did. She suddenly felt lacking in some way but shewasn’t sure how. He pursed his lips fora moment but then smiled. His eyes werewarm when he smiled.

“I’ll take your bags. Climb in. It’s a bit of adrive.”

“Thank you,” she replied, wishing she wasn’t facing anotherawkward ride with a stranger. But, she’dmade it this far and she didn’t have much choice.

She told herself it would be silly to be upset or annoyed withJon for not picking her up. He wasprobably busy. Too busy for the memorial service back home and too busy for me. She wondered if he would have made time togreet Arya if she’d been the one arriving. But she was Robb’s other sister and Robb was dead. And Jon Snow wasn’t the reason she’d come allthis way.

#vivilove wip game #chocolateghost ask

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