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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Noticed

Sensory Prompt: 'The feeling you get when you learn a crush has been asking about you.' Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Ezra Standish x GN!Reader *Mx. used once in replacement of Mrs/Mr/Ms

Warnings: None

Words: 1.2k

"Do you need anything from the shops Mary?" You asked as you looked out the window, noting how many people were out today.

"No, I don't think so, thank you Y/n." Mary said as she looked up at you.

Seeing your demeanor change a bit as you stared out the window, she looked curiously out the window near her, a smile crossed her face as she saw a familiar face walk by.

The second you spotted Ezra walking down the road, your heart skipped a beat. You looked him up and down, noting how well dressed he always was. You couldn't imagine what he would look like dressed casually. But that was fine, you loved the clothes he wore, they suited him well.

Seeing him tip his hat and smile to a someone who walked past, you smiled softly. You had never officially met him, and you don't think he ever noticed you. But you certainly noticed him. The charming southern gambler, who got himself mixed up with the seven working as protection for the town.

You would be lying if you didn't wish that smile would be directed at you, at least once. Feeling a clench of disappointment in your chest, you sighed softly and turned away, back to your work.

Mary, noticing this frowned softly. Looking back out the window, she saw Ezra crossing the street, towards the office. She had a feeling he was going down to the hotel. Looking over to you, she hid her spare ink jars below the desk.

Clearing her throat he looked over at you "Darn, I guess I forgot to pick up some spare ink when I was at the store. Does that offer to get me anything still stand?"

You looked over at her and smiled "Of course, I'll go get it."

She watched in anticipation as you made your way towards the door. 'Perfect' she thought to herself as you exited, just in time to nearly run into Ezra as he passed.

"Oh!" You exclaimed softly as you stepped back from almost colliding with someone.

"Pardon me" A smooth voice said as you met a pair of light green eyes.

"I apologize Mr. Standish, I was in a bit of a rush."

You saw him cock his head slightly in confusion for a moment before he smiled at you "No, no need to apologize."

You smiled, flustered and unsure of what to do. Quickly nodding your head a bit you muttered out an "Excuse me." Before leaving and heading towards the shops.

As you walked away, you cursed yourself for being too flustered to talk to him, but the surprise of suddenly running into him was too much.

Ezra watched you leave with a newfound curiosity. You knew his name, but he didn't recall ever meeting you before. Looking into Mary's shop, he saw Mary quickly look away.

Stepping in he called out softly "Good afternoon Mary."

"Good afternoon Ezra." Mary replied as she looked up with a smile.

"May I ask, who that was I almost just collided with?"

Mary pushed down the grin that threatened to cross her face. "Oh, that was Y/n L/n, they help me from time to time with the newspaper."

He nodded a bit as he looked back out the door, unable to see you anymore. How had he never noticed you before?

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It was a new day since your near-collision with Ezra, but the thought of it stuck in your mind almost constantly. Your eyes moved through the small groups of people scattered around the streets as you and Mary walked together.

Mary noticed how you were looking around and smiled softly. After you came back with the ink, Mary got too busy to mention her conversation with Ezra.

"You know, after you almost ran into Ezra yesterday, he came in and asked about you."

Your head snapped towards her quickly, as your eyes widened. Your ears began to burn as your heart fluttered in your chest.

"He asked about me? Why?"

She smiled and shrugged lightly "He wanted to know who you were, he seemed...interested."

You swallowed as you looked straight ahead, your heart still pounding. The idea of him going out of his way to ask who you were, sent butterflies rampaging through you. He was interested? In what? What did that mean?

You looked back over at Mary "What did you tell him?"

"I told him your name, and that you help me out with the newspaper."

You nodded softly as you reached the store. You looked over at Mary and nodded in farewell as she continued down the road. Heading into the store, you tried to shake the thought of Ezra from your mind.

As you stood at the counter, waiting for the store owner to come back with supplies to fulfill your order, you head someone come into the store behind you.

Just before you looked back to see who it was, a smooth and familiar voice called out "Ah, Mx. L/n, a pleasure to see you again."

Your heart immedietely began to beat harder, as your neck grew hot. Looking back, you saw Ezra standing there with a wide smile. The smile you had secretly hoped would some day be directed at you.

"Mr. Standish, hello."

He took a few steps closer as he removed his hat. Stopping in front of you, he gently took your hand, in what you thought was going to be a handshake. But as he bowed down, and pressed a small kiss to your hand, you felt your breath catch.

Looking back up he smiled again "Ezra, please."

You smiled, hoping you did not look as flustered as you felt. "Y/n" You added, allowing him the familiarity of your name as well.

He continued to smile brightly at you as he spoke "I am glad I ran into you again, I had hoped I would."

"Y-you did?" You stuttered a bit, surprised.

"Oh yes. I wanted to apologize or having never made your acquaintance before."

You shook your head a bit "There is no need to apologize, our paths just never crossed at the right times."

"Yes, and what a shame that is, don't you think?"

You looked down at your feet, a bit flustered, only making his smile widen at the sight. "Yes, I do." You admitted.

"I was also hoping, that uh- you might agree to having dinner with me at the hotel this evening?"

You felt for a moment as though you would be unable to speak, but you manage to find your voice, though it came out softer than you intended.

"That would be lovely."

He grinned at you as he nodded his head "Wonderful. I will meet you there at seven then, yes?"

"Seven it is." You nodded.

Smiling widely one more time, he stepped back before putting his hat on and tipping it in goodbye. You watched him leave, feeling your heart skip a beat when he looked back on more time with a charming smile.

Finally turning away from the door, just as the store owner came back in. You pushed away the grin on your face, though a small smile still remained.

Glancing at the clock, you wished seven would come sooner, knowing that your mind and heart would not be still again.

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Summary: You came into a small town wanting to help people, that was it, hopefully having a good life. The small town you found, Four Corners, was unsuspecting. A town you never expected to have the impact on your life as it and it’s resident Conman would have.

Chapter Summary: Coming back after an eventful trip forces some to reflect on their feelings and thoughts with trouble on the horizon.

Pairing: Ezra Standish/Reader (Rein in your horses. It’s slow burn)

Words: 2735

Warnings: Always pining.

CHAPTER SIX: Back in Town

PREVIOUS/ NEXT

You had only just gotten back to town the previous night and in the morning as you were making your walk to the clinic when Mary came after you. “Y/n!” You stopped to let her catch up. “This telegram came in for your the day before last.” You took it and smiled at her.

“Thanks, Mary. I’ll read it when I get to the clinic. Have a good day,” you took a few paces backward, smiling at her. “And thanks again.”

“No problem,” she grinned disappearing back into the newspaper office.

You continued your walk when you caught sight of Vin who smiled and touched the brim of his hat, “morning, Vin.”

“Morning Miss, Y/l/n.” He nearly passed you when he called for your attention again. “Hey, can you uh...Ya, see I got this tear in my jacket and I was wondering if you could stitch it up before I head out?”

“Well if I can handle people I think I can handle cloth. Sure, come on up to the clinic.” He grinned and fell into stride beside you.

“Thank ya.”

“Anything for you boys, Vin,” you smiled at him.

“So uh, Ezra didn’t get under your skin too much did he?”

“No,” you laughed, “Actually it was a really nice trip. He was great company.”

“He talks an awful lot.”

“So do I,” you answered opening the door to the clinic. “Sit down I’ll get you in a minute.” You pointed, while you headed over to a cabinet. “Moring Nathan.”

“Good Morning,” he chirped back. “Vin please don’t tell me you went and got yourself hurt.”

“No, I’m patching his jacket,” you answered unfolding the telegram.

Y/N, I AM GOING HOME. STAY AWAY FROM THE GAMBLER.

You groaned as you crumbled up the paper and threw it in a vague direction. “Hey,” Vin cried. “Watch it! What the hell was that for?”

You turned your head towards him and looked over at Nathan who was giving you an equally shocked expression. “Sorry.”

“What got you so riled up,” Nathan asked walking up to you.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“That ain’t nothin’,” Vin stood, folding his arms. “Someone causing you trouble again?”

You shook your head, “Seriously y/n, “ Nathan spoke, “If you need help.”

“No,” you cut him off. “No. It’s just. My trip was not entirely uneventful. I ran into my aunt and she wants me back east. She said some nasty things about the town,” you bit your lip, “and Ezra.”

“What,” Vin asked. “She can’t have you.” You laughed and you shook your head.

“What’s this have to do with the telegram?”

“She let me know she’s going back to Illinois and left me with a warning.”

“Which was,” Nathan pressed.

“Stay away from the gambler,” you didn’t look at either of the men.

“Damn,” Vin cursed. “Ez was that bad?”

“No, he wasn't! He was was perfectly polite. A true image of a gentleman. At least while she saw him.”

Nathan eyed you a minute, “So she just doesn't want you hanging around him?”

“Well, she also got this idea in her head that I must fancy him.” You shook your head “I tried to explain that it wasn’t like that. She didn’t listen.”

“It’s not,” Vin asked in a rare moment of his mouth being in front of his head.

“Of course not,” you grew defensive. “No. D-Does it seem like I do?”

Both men looked at each other then shook their heads. “No,” Nathan waved his hands dismissively. “No, it’s just you and him is close is all. People talk.”

“People? Like you,” you folded your arms.

“Nah,” Vin jumped in. “People who’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Which is most of the people here,” Nathan added and Vin nodded along. “Your aunt sounds like she’s trying to do what’s best for you.”

“Yeah,” you settled in a chair taking Vin’s jacket into your hands. “Except she doesn’t understand what I want. She doesn’t seem to understand I live for this town with its small population, dust, and fights. That I like the uncertainty and rotating cast of characters that waltz in and out.”

“I don’t think most ladies often see themselves digging bullets out of drunks and the fools that deliberately jump in front of them,” Nathan shot Vin a pointed look, who only smiled before saying:

“Well, I reckon she’ll be leaving you alone for the time being,” he shrugged.

“I think she is only going back to plan how she’s going to come here, call you all of you horrible names and drag me off. Nothing stops that woman.”

“Last time I checked,” Nathan put a hand on your shoulder. “Nothing stops you either.” You chuckled and he squeezed your shoulder. “Alright, I haven’t eaten yet. I’m going to head to the saloon.”

“I’ll join you,” Vin hopped up, taking his jacket out of your outstretched hand. “Thank you again. I really appreciate it.”

“Any time.” You sat back as you watched them leave and sighed. You wondered if Ezra knew that people talked about you and him. What he thought on the matter. Probably thought it was ridiculous. If you and he were meant to be you would’ve already been right?

Then your heart sunk with the thought that if he heard what people thought he be mad. Upset at the prospect. That in truth he really only put up with you. you shook your head trying physically dispell the thoughts that were madness.

You sighed, this was crazy. To have your head swimming with thoughts of ‘does he like me?’ like a school girl. After all on that list of reasons to leave was relationships. The only inkling of romantic thoughts you had where when you were young then they became all about being a doctor and avoiding your poor lovesick shadow, James. It was with him you decided that you would never be as lovesick as he was.

But that wasn’t going so well. Damn him.

The sun now hung high over the small down and Ezra was enjoying some time alone on top of the roof of the large hotel. With his jacket laid out next to him as he read his book, taking generous nips from his hip-flask. Trying to distract himself from thoughts of you that had been plaguing him since the moment you arrived. They were getting worst, ever since you left for that last supply trip it was worst. He had a great time, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. He wanted more of it. He wanted-

He was interrupted by the sound of a ladder clattering against the roof and the subsequent creak of the rungs being climbed.

“I still can’t figure out how you get up here so easily,” Buck complained, taking careful steps. “Took me 15 minutes to find a ladder.”

“I have found agility to be useful in my past endeavors,” Ezra commented not looking up the book he was pretending to read.

“So, how did the trip go, Hoss?” Ezra looked up from his book, sticking his bookmark into the pages and setting it aside. Buck settled next to him on the edge, held out a small tin cup and produced a coffee pot.

Ezra held out his cup as Buck poured, “You didn’t make this right?”

“No,” Buck smiled. “I know how you feel about my coffee. Now answer the question.”

Ezra sighed pouring a healthy splash from his half-empty flask into his coffee. “What do you expect? It was remarkably uneventful from other trips I’m forced to take.”

Buck smiled and leaned in causing Ezra to lean away with an uncomfortable look, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“No, I don’t, actually,” Ezra took a sip from his cup, watching his friend carefully.

“Really? Come on Ezra! You spent all that alone time with Miss. Y/N and you are telling me nothing exciting happened?” Ezra’s head snapped to him, giving him a scrutinizing look.

“Now just what are you trying to suggest?”

“Well, it’s just that I’ve noticed the way you look at her Ez,” Buck’s voice became solemn. “You go out of your way; out of your comforts for her. Hell, you didn’t even complain when you had to take a four-day round trip.” Ezra didn’t answer looking into his cup. “Ezra. Listen, I just don’t want to see you lose your chance. She’s a great lady who obviously has feelings for you.”

Ezra’s lips pulled into a forced, wounded smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a chance with her.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Ezra was quite again. “You are just a glutton for pain huh?”

“What does that mean?!” Ezra twisted to face Buck, trying to fix him with an incredulous glare. To no surprise, it didn’t work.

“It means this sweet little filly blows into town. You two have this instant connection and you both look at each like you are the only ones on this goddamn earth. Ignoring us half the time when she waltzes in. So when are you going to stop being so goddamned stubborn and just take her out for dinner?” Ezra rolled his eyes and faced forward again. “Maybe a nice moonlit walk, kiss her on the hand at the end of the evening?” Buck nudged his friend with his elbow and chuckled a bit. “When are you going to do something instead of waiting for it to be too late?”

“Because,” Ezra snapped, breaking off Buck’s litany. “Because,” he repeated stalling as he thought to phrase it. For once he was blunt, “I’m scared.” Buck reeled from the sudden, dry honesty but rolled with it. It wasn't often Ezra was so vulnerable, but when he was, he really needed support.

“Scared? Ez, she likes you, a lot. I doubt that she’d turn you down.”

“It’s not just that. I’m scared o-of her saying yes too. What if I let her get closer and she doesn’t like what she finds? Then-then she’ll avoid me, and things will change. A-and if for some ungodly reason decides she likes the scoundrel I am, I don’t deserve her. I have done too many sinful things in my life to deserve someone as brave, bright, kind, and beautiful as her.” As Ezra spoke his voice softened and started to get thick with some emotion. Buck let out a long breath through his nose. “Mr. Wilmington,” he spoke after a short pause, in a low voice. It was steadier but still wavered. “As much as I appreciate your companionship and the coffee, I think I might like some time alone.”

“Don’t Mr. Wilmington me.” Buck sighed standing, “But uh let me just say one thing. I may not be as philosophical as Josiah or as smart as Nathan or you, but I know a great deal on love.” Ezra didn’t look up, but Buck knew he was listening. “I know that who we love and who loves us, despite what we think is not a choice. And I know for a fact that that it has nothing to do with deserve. You don’t get to decide who she thinks deserves her love, only she does. If she thinks you’ve earned it you have. And I trust that girl’s judgment.”

“Is that all,” Ezra looked up picking up his flask taking another swig.

“Yeah that’s it,” he started to walk away before he stopped, “Oh. take it easy on the whiskey. You do have to get down from here. And uh, you get pretty loose-lipped when you're all liquored up and I don’t think you want to tell y/n how lovely you think she is while explaining your broken arm.”

Ezra scoffed as he listened to Buck descend, lifting his flask to his mouth. He paused before sighing and screwing the lid back on and setting it aside. He looked out towards the edge of town and saw a small posse coming in. He huffed as he watched them, hoping they were not going cause trouble, he didn’t need this. He did not need some upset cattle ranchers or some men with a wild vendetta.

“I’m looking for a man named Ezra!”

“Damn it all,” He stood, moving to get himself off the roof, “I knew I should of used a fake name.” Ezra, after scaling down the same way he got up landed on his feet with a soft thud. Then his arm was being grabbed by none other than Chris.

“You want to explain to me why we have a gang of 15 men coming in looking for you?”

“Maybe it’s a different, Ezra,” Ezra grinned.

“It’s never a different Ezra with you. Why is he here? Who is he?”

Ezra finally pulled his arm away from Chris. “It was hard to see from the roof but I’m assuming that’s the man that was attempting to cheat me earlier this week. While I was out of town with Y/N”

“What happened?”

“I called him out for cheating after he played cards I had not dealt him. Really it was a horrible display, Chris. Anyone would be able to spot his failing efforts.” Chris fixed him with a stare. “I was told, after receiving some very unfair vituperations and an equally unfair punch that knocked me off my feet, to leave town in five minutes or they would ‘paint the walls with my blood.’ Understandably, I took my traveling companion and left.”

“Why didn’t you make sure they weren’t following you?”

“Don’t insult me, Chris. Of course, I did. I didn’t see them. I was as vigilant as I could be.”

“I think you would have seen 15 people, Ezra.”

“They must have a tracker with them. You can’t honestly think I’d want to bring harm to this town. After all, I’ve risked for them.”

Chris licked his lips as he thought. “Well, we better get out there. Find out what he wants.”

Chris, Buck, and Ezra stepped out into the road. The other men came to a stop looking down at the three. Chris stepped forward, “What can I do for you boys?”

“We are here for him,” the leader pointed to Ezra. “He accused me of cheating!”

“Were you?”

“Of course not! Look at him, if anyone was cheating it as him. He owes me.”

Buck stepped up and looked over at Chris, before turning his head back to the men in front of him. “I think a nice fair game is in order. Clean out your sleeves and play a few rounds. Clear the air. What do you say, Ez?”

Now Ezra stepped forward never removing his gaze from the men before him. “Sounds fair to me. I’m willing to prove my innocence. But I’m sure you gentlemen are all very tired from your trip I know I still am. How does tomorrow sound?”

The man shifted in his saddle, “Alright. Tomorrow. Then you’ll get what’s coming to you!”

“I shiver with anticipation,” was the deadpanned response. The posse rode away and Ezra turned to Chris. “Listen, I do not think our friends over there are going to leave so easily. You and Buck need to ride out and get the others.”

“What and leave you and Nathan here all alone? No way in hell,” Buck whispered yelled.

“I don’t like it, Ez.”

“Me either, I’m the one he wants to hang with my own gun belt. But the odds are much better if we have the others. I’ll stall as long as I can. Hell, I’ll lose on purpose!”

“That’s still a long ride, and Vin, Josiah, and JD are all in different directions,” Buck folded his arms.

“Then take Nathan and ride fast.”

Chris nodded to Buck to follow him, shouting over his shoulder as he walked briskly to his horse. “Don’t do anything stupid while we’re gone! And be careful.”

Ezra watched Chris take off and Buck run up the stairs to the clinic. “Aren’t I always,” he muttered to himself, looking around. Looking up in time to see you out on the balcony of the clinic looking down at him as Buck and Nathan took off on their horses. He had to force himself to breathe looking at you up there, his heart pounding. He tipped his hat and walked towards the hotel to get his belongings. “Damn her.”

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Magnificent Seven Scenario Game

This includes characters from both the Mag7 Tv Series (1998-2000); and the 2016 Mag7 movie. *Since together there are 14 characters, 2 months have 2 options.

(Scenario Game Masterlist)

Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is :)

A/N: I also take these scenarios as writing requests as well (only when requests are open obviously)

Your Birth Month:

January: Ezra Standish

February: Billy Rocks

March: Buck Wilmington

April: Nathan Jackson

May: Joshua Faraday

June: Goodnight Robicheaux

July: Josiah Sanchez /or/ JD Dunne

August: Vasquez

September: Vin Tanner

October: Sam Chisolm /or/ Jack Horne

November: Chris Larabee

December: Red Harvest

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Your Birth Date:

1: Tells you how much he loves you... 2: Buys you a horse... 3: Takes you on a picnic... 4: Brings you breakfast in bed... 5: Takes you dancing... 6: Brings you flowers... 7: Surprises you with random gifts... 8: Gives you a bear hug... 9: Asks you to marry him (or to be his s/o)... 10: Makes you dinner... 11: Takes you horse-back riding... 12: Gives you a hand-made gift... 13: Dances with you... 14: Takes you star(cloud) gazing... 15: Teaches you to ride a horse... 16: Writes you an (anonymous) love letter... 17: Makes you breakfast... 18: Asks you on a date... 19: Surprises you with random kisses (lips/hand/cheek,etc)… 20: Takes you to a festival/fair... 21: Asks you to move in with him... 22: Suddenly kisses you... 23: Surprises you after being gone... 24: Takes you out to dinner... 25: Teaches you to fight... 26: Surprises you with a cat/dog... 27: Takes you on a surprise trip... 28: Brings you hand picked flowers... 29: Leaves you random gifts (anonymously).... 30: Gives you a token of their affection... 31: Surprises you with your favorite food/candy...

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First Letter of Your Name (Or Username):

A-E: Because it is your birthday.

F-K: To make you smile.

L-Q: To show you he loves you.

R-V: To cheer you up (To Apologize)

W-Z: Because it is your anniversary (Or to Confess his feelings)

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*words in (parentheses) are alternate options/additions.

I apologize if your combo/match up does not make sense, it is hard to make sure that every single combination does.

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Safe With Me

Requests/Prompts: The aftermath of Ezra and the gang saving the reader and just helping to clean them up. + 'Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.' and 'Fingertips brushing hair from your face.' and “If I asked you to stay, would you?” Requested By: Anonymous & @katesparkscreativity; sorry this took so long!

Pairing: Ezra Standish x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, guns and blood, but not graphic.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Your eyes studied the figures across the barn as they paced back and forth. Two inside, two outside, all armed. You winced a bit as you twisted your wrists, continuously trying to loosen your binds, even as they dug into your skin. You tried to breath steadily through your nose as the cloth over your mouth seemed to only get tighter the longer you waited.

The sky was getting darker outside, as the sun began to set. You knew the boys would wait until dark to come get you, but you felt time was dragging on slower than ever.

One of the men by the door eyed you, you glared at him in response. He was just one of the lackeys, paid to take a hostage, which unfortunately turned out to be you.

Your whole body stilled as you heard a noise outside the barn just behind you. You listened intently. Another noise. A footstep. Was it the men outside doing a perimeter check, or had the boys shown up to get you out?

Your answer came as a gunshot came from outside, followed by more, and the sound of fighting. The two men inside pointed their guns at the door, waiting for someone to enter.

As the door swung open, you threw yourself down as close to the ground as you could. A few gunshots later, you felt someone grab you. You prepared to fight back, until you heard Ezra's voice in your ear telling you to run.

Getting up, you stumbled as Ezra dragged you out and behind the nearby stable. He took the gag from your mouth and cut your binds before he met your eyes. "You alright?" He asked as his eyes scanned around.

You nodded, "Yes."

"Good." He reached down and grabbed your hand. "We're going to the hotel, alright?"

You nodded and your grip tightened around his hand. A moment later, he fired a cover shot as you both ran behind one of the stores, and towards the hotel. Your body and head ached as you ran, but you pushed down the pain.

Darting into the hotel, Ezra took your hand again as he pulled you up the stairs and into a specific room. Once you were in, he locked the door and checked the window. You both sat in silence as you waited.

Ezra's hand ripped around his gun as he saw a shadowed figure move towards the hotel. A few moments passed before Ezra let out a breath. It had been Vin, signalling Ezra it was all clear. "Alright, it's done for now."

You did not question him, instead just nodding your head, trusting he must know what's happening.

Ezra looked over at you, and finally got a good look at you. You were disheveled, covered in dirt. You had blood streaked across your temple, and your hands were bloodied from fighting back against the men. Red marks circled your wrist were the ropes binding you had dug into your skin. You gripped your side, so he assumed they had hurt you even more so. He felt anger grip his chest as he clenched his gun.

Setting it down, he went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, he wet it, before going to sit beside you. You felt your body stiffen a bit as he sat close beside you. He placed his finger under your chin and gently moved your head so he could look at the cut on your temple.

As he gently dabbed the cut, cleaning it, you wrung your hands nervously. "What now?" You asked, wanting to cut through the silence, and closeness of your bodies.

"Those men are mostly likely dead, or locked up in the jail. The leader of this so called gang will probably find out by tomorrow. So for tonight, we lay low, you stay here, and it'll all be over tomorrow. Hopefully."

You nodded, though you heard the uncertainty in his voice. You looked over at him and met his eyes, you saw him hesitate for a second as he seemed to be unable to look away. Slowly, he leaned up, his finger tips gently brushed across your face as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He froze, his hands rested there for a moment, before he cleared his throat a bit, he finally forced himself to look down at your hands.

Gently, he took them in his own, as he looked over your scraped knuckles. He smiled lightly to himself, knowing you must have done some damage before you had been taken.

Ezra's hands were soft, which did not surprise you. His touch was gentle as he wiped your hands clean. You knew you could have done this yourself, as did he, but there was something intimate about him doing it himself.

You and Ezra found yourself stuck in moments of tension before. Whenever you were alone, and your eyes met, in moments like this when you were closer than was necessary. But something always seemed to break the tension, and you pulled away from each other.

But now, both of you seemed to make sure it lasted. Ezra didn't need to stay, didn't need to help clean you up. He could have left, he probably should.

Ezra glanced out the window before letting out a breath. "You should get some rest." His voice held a hint of resignation. He didn't want to leave you. You could feel it.

You were tired, your body exhausted. You nodded, feeling a hint of disappointment. Ezra rose and looked out the windows again, as you slipped off your shoes, you lied back against the pillows.

You watched him for a moment. "Are you sure they wont find out about what happened? Or where I am?" You asked softly.

You were afraid of this, afraid they might come to kill you out of revenge, or to take you again. But a part of you was also trying to find a reason to get Ezra to stay.

Ezra, turned and studied your face. He could see the anxiety in your eyes, but it was paired with something else he couldn't quite place, though he had an idea it was similar to his own thoughts.

"Do you want someone to watch the hotel?" He asked softly.

You paused for a moment, your heart beating heavily as your question formed in your head. You were unsure of how to ask, or if you should. But speaking softly as you continued to fiddle with your hands, you did ask.

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

Ezra felt his chest tighten, as he watched you. You finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

A soft smile spread across his face as he nodded. "I'll stay. Just in case. You'll be safe with me."

A smile ghosted your lips briefly as you nodded. "I know."

He looked at the bed before looking around the room, there was no where for him to sit or sleep. You could see the idea forming in his head. "It's alright, Ezra." You said as he looked back at you. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor."

Both your's and Ezra's heart were pumping heavily in your chests as you lied side by side. The bed was designed for two people but it felt small. You could feel every movement the other made, as you lingered close to each other, but never touching.

You lied in the darkness for a while, every noise seemed ten times louder than it actually was. Both of you focusing on the mixed tension. The possibility of someone finding you in the hotel, the closeness of your bodies as you lied side by side. Eventually, after a while, you both fell asleep. Back to back, but both comforted by the other's company.

As the morning light lit up the hotel room, you felt yourself wake from a dream that faded from memory as soon as you opened your eyes. Your face was pressed against something warm, and for a few moments, you tried to place were you were.

The hotel. Everything came flooding back to you. And as you slowly moved your head back, your heart seemed to implode as you came face to face with a slumbering Ezra.

His arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to him. How long had you been like this? No wonder you were so comfortable.

Anxiety coursed through you, as your face burned a bit hotter. What should you do? Should you pull away? Would that wake him?

Before you could decide, a knock back to the door, and you suddenly remembered more about what happened.

Ezra's eyes shot open at the noise, before his eyes locked with yours. He looked down, realizing you had been in his arms.

As another knock came to the door, Ezra knew he had to ignore it for now as he reached over and grabbed his gun. Looking back at you, he nodded, and you softly called out. "Who is it?"

"It's Vin." You felt relief wash over you, but it was quickly replaced by an odd sense of embarrassment. What if he walked in? What would he think?

"Are you alright?" His voice came through.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You called out.

"Okay, just checking. When you're ready, come to the saloon alright?"

"Yeah okay."

"Ezra can come too." You could hear the amusement in his voice before you heard his footsteps fade.

You looked at Ezra, who rolled his eyes and shook his head. You felt heat rise up your neck again. He looked over at you, and you saw him wracking his head for what to say.

"Thank you." You muttered out, you looked down and fiddled with the blanket a little. "For staying with me. I felt much safer than- that if I had been alone."

You saw a small smile pull at the corners of his lips as he nodded his head ever-so-slightly. "Of course. I- I would say 'anytime', but I don't want to come off sounding like, well..."

"Buck?" You finished, and he chuckled.

"Exactly." He cleared his throat. He got up off the bed and straightened out his shirt, as he grabbed his jacket. He looked over at you as you got up as well, slipping on your shoes.

"There may be a cacophony of tasteless questions." He said softly as he looked away.

You smiled to yourself as you stood up and faced them. "Let them ask, it's your decision of you want to answer, or let them wonder."

Ezra smiled a bit before he shook his head lightly. "I'd hate them to think I took advantage."

You frowned a bit as you walked over to him. He met your eyes cautiously. "I know you didn't. And I know you wouldn't." You quickly stepped closer, placing a kiss to his cheek, catching him off guard.

You began to walk out the door, "I'll set them straight, don't worry."

Ezra watched as you gave him once last smile and headed out the door. He looked back at the bed and remembered how it felt holding you in his arms.

He tried to push the thought away, but couldn't help wondering if he would get to experience it again. And he couldn't help but hope it would be sooner rather than later.

xx End xx

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Magnificent Seven Week

From March 6th-12th, I will be releasing 3 oneshots/fics for the 2016 Magnificent Seven movie, and 1 fic for the 1998 Magnificent Seven Tv Show.

A bit of a niche fandom, but I have quite a few old requests for it. (6 in total; with 4 I am merging into 2 different fics).

If you'd like to be tagged in any of these, let me know

March 6: Oneshot; Joshua Faraday x GN!Reader: 'Songbird'; (casual/fluff) - POSTED

March 8: Fic; Red Harvest x GN!Reader: 'Unspoken'; (angst/comfort/fluff) - POSTED

March 10: Oneshot; Ezra Standish x GN!Reader: 'Safe With Me'; (bit of angst/comfort/fluff) - POSTED

March 12: Drabble; Billy Rocks x GN!Reader: 'What's Mine is Yours'; (fluff) - POSTED

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Comforting Company

Sensory Prompt: 'First bite of warm soup on a cold day.' Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Ezra Standish x G!NReader

Warnings: None Word Count: 1k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire

*I'm trying to get through as many old requests as I can, so sorry it's a bit short. I hope you like it though!

As Ezra finished putting his horse away for the night, he breathed a hot breath into his hands, before rubbing them together. Exiting the barn into the cold windy night air, he let out a shiver as the cold wind pierced through his jacket.

Heading inside to escape the cold night, he expected to be met with silence. Knowing that Inez had left town for a few days, he thought he would be completely alone. But instead, he heard someone walking around in the kitchen, some dim lights from a lantern casting shadows of the possible intruder.

Ezra, placing his hand on the hilt of his gun, in case, walked slowly and softly into the room. As he rounded the corner, he was unsure of what he would find. And seeing you, flitting around the kitchen, cooking something, was definitely not it.

After watching you for a moment, finding a soft smile racing his face. He cleared his throat lightly "Y/n." He greeted, holding a bit of confusion in his voice.

Turning to face him, you smiled brightly at him, causing him to feel his heart skip a beat at the sight. "Ezra! I hope you don't mind, but since I knew Inez was gone, I thought I'd use the kitchen to make some soup."

"Soup? And- uh, Y/n Dear, don't you have a kitchen?" He asked amused.

You let out a chuckle. "Yes,of course I do, but this isn't for me Ezra, it's for you." You said with a smile.

Ezra was unsure of what to say, his eyes moved to the pot on the stove, and was for the first time aware of the appealing aroma leaving it. "For me?" He finally questioned, his voice carrying a softness neither of you were expecting.

You smiled and nodded, "I knew you were upset that you had to take the prisoner by yourself, and I knew it would get very cold by the time you got back, so I took it upon myself to make you some soup to have when you got back. To hopefully chase away any cold that might have latched itself to you."

He watched as you grabbed a bowl, and after stirring around the soup, ladled some into the bowl. Setting it aside you opened up the oven, and pulling out a small tray with a fresh loaf of bread you let out a satisfied sigh "And, the soup would not be complete without some nice fresh bread." You smiled at him before turning away.

Ezra watched you with a fondness he could not hide. You had always been nice to him, to all of them, but this, these actions, gave him a hope he could not ignore. He had found himself admiring you from a distance since you first met. He cared for you, and found himself thinking of you more often than not.

"Come on!" You said with a cheery smile as you walked past him and out towards the bar.

Following you silently, he watched as you set down the soup and bread. Motioning for him to sit, he did, watching as you fetched him some water as well. He watched you with a glint in his eye, and a smile on his face as he felt butterflies flutter through him. He was near speechless as he watched how you cared for his well being.

Getting a whiff of the soup, it sent a comforting warmth through him. Unable to resist, he took a scoop of the soup and ate it slowly, unsure if it would burn him or not. Being the perfect temperature, he closed his eyes for a moment as the warm soup slid down his throat. As the warmth and deliciousness radiated through him, he felt the piercing cold that had taken hold of him outside slowly begin to fade away.

As you set the glass of water beside his plate he met your eyes. "I can't thanks you enough for this kindness Y/n, it is beyond what I expected, and I am very grateful." You smiled and nodded at him, and he continued, "But I can only think of one thing that would make it better."

You rose your brow, and questioned him, "How's that?"

He motioned to the seat next to him, "Get yourself some of this delicious soup, and join me." He spoke with a soft tone and an almost adoring smile on his face.

You could not ignore the heat rising up your neck, and the smile that crossed your face. "I don't wish to impose, anymore than I already have I mean." You said softly, with a hint of awkwardness.

He simply shook his head, "I would want no other way to end the day. I assure you, I could think of no one whose company could console me more. Please, join me." He gave you a bright smile that you were sure made your heart stop for a moment. The way he looked at you, assured you that he was truly grateful for your actions, and you could not be happier.

Nodding your head lightly, you smiled "Alright". Turning, you hurried into the kitchen, Ezra watching you with an amused expression.

After a few moments, when you came back with your own soup and bread, you sat beside him at the bar. "Now," Ezra began "You tell me about anything exciting that happened in town today, and I'll tell you about the ridiculous day that I had." He said with an amused chuckle, hinting that he had a much harder time that originally intended.

You let out an amused chuckle, "Sounds like you had a rough time."

"That Y/n, is an understatement."

As you both began to eat your soup, you enjoyed each others company, for much further into the night than you intended. But neither of you felt it, as you relished in the comforting evening, away from the cold night, only too happy have the solace of each others presence.

xx End xx

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Sensory Prompt: The feeling of fingers brushing together by accident

Requested by: “Anonymous”

Note: I had a hard time with this one, because my writing muse decided to go on vacation again, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: Ezra Standish x reader Gender: Any/Neutral

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As you leaned against the bar talking to Inez, you were unaware of the man that kept glancing at you from the other side of the bar. He often found himself watching you, but he couldn’t help it.

Your laugh always had a way of making his head whip your direction so fast he would get whiplash. Something Buck never let him live down.

“You’re staring again” Nathan said, smirking

“I am doing no such thing” Ezra replied, quickly dealing cards to his friends

“Ezra why don’t you just go and talk to her” JD budded in as he took a sip of milk and read his cards.

“Now why would I need to do that?” Ezra said casually, tried to force himself to keep his eyes on his cards as a small laugh came from your direction.

JD and Buck shared a look before Nathan cleared his throat “I’m out”

“Me too”

“Yep”

“Well gentlemen, you three are not providing a very good distraction from this boring little town“

Nathan shook his head “Why don’t you go get our refills Ezra”

Ezra looked over at the bar, seeing Inez refilling them next to you, he shuffled his cards as he took a breath “Fine” he said standing “But do not take this as me doing you a favor Mr. Jackson”

As he slowly walked over to the bar, Buck and JD leaned forward, Buck spoke low to the others “Five dollars says he wont do it”

“I’ll take that deal” Nathan spoke up “I have faith”

As Ezra approached the bar he reached forward to grab the tray of drinks, but instead his fingers met yours, as he faltered you turned in surprise “Oh, Ezra, you didn’t have to come get your drinks I was going to bring them to you” you smiled at him, making his heart flutter.

Just then, he realized that his and was still on top of yours, pulling it away, he managed to find his words just in time to avoid an awkward encounter “Oh, well, there is no need for that, though I do appreciate it” he paused for a moment “How are you Y/n? I haven’t had the chance to speak to you in recent days” he lied, knowing full well it was because he had been avoiding you, afraid he would say something embarrassing.

“Oh, I’m fine, though it is true that I was beginning to think you were avoiding me Mr Standish”

“I would never” he replied, feigning offense “I’m sorry you thought that”

He could see a twinkle in your eye telling him that you didn’t quiet believe him, he cleared his throat “How about I make it up to you?”

“Now how would you do that?”

“How about dinner this evening?” he was surprised by his own words, and began to panic, but when you smiled at him his fear began to fade.

“Alright Ezra, I’ll take you up on that”

Inez glanced between the two of you before taking the tray of drinks as the two of you stared at each other, un-noticing of her movements. As she approached the boys table and began setting their drinks down, she could see that they were desperately trying to hear what was going on.

Buck grabbed Inez’s wrist “What’s happening between those two?”

Inez leaned down, the boys leaning closer “He asked her out to dinner and she said yes” she smiled, having known how much you liked Ezra.

The boys all silently cheered “Now, don’t forget Buck, you owe me five dollars” Nathan said, catching his attention.

Buck’s joy left his face as it was quickly replaced with realization “Aw, dammit!”

Again, I really suck at endings XD

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Pairing: Ezra Standish/Reader (Rein in your horses. It’s slow burn)

Words: 1486

Warnings: There is a brief description of hanging other than that there is nothing.

A/N: Welp...This is not Star Trek...Nor anything else I’ve written about. This story is dedicated to the small fandom of the Magnificent Seven Television series. I have fallen in love deeply with seven gunslingers. I hope you enjoy it. Even if you do not watch Mag 7 I: 1, highly suggest you do. and 2 would hope you read it just to validate me I have put a lot of work into this.

A/N 2: Yes I did tag most of you on my list just so you are aware what is happening. If you want to remain tagged let me know. I won’t tag you all in the second chapter and forward unless you ask

CHAPTER ONE: New In Town

Why did you ever come this far out west? You hadn’t been in town more than a few days and you were already in a horrible situation. Tied up, being threatened, and now you were having a rope tied around your neck. “You let my buddy Jonathan die.” You looked into to the angry eyes of the man in front of you.

“It was a severe infection. I did all I could.”

“Bullshit. You killed him and you should hang. Unless” he grinned as he brought his face closer to his breath reeking of strong sour liquor. “You wanna have some ol’ fashion fun.”

“Oh come on Billy just let her hang!”

A hand was placed on your leg, “Give me a minute Michael!”

“Burn in hell you bastard!”

“Come on now sweetheart, don’t be like that.”

“Billy, come on,” another man spoke as he shifted uncomfortably on his horse with the rest of the men with him.

“Joel shut up!”

You should’ve stopped yourself, but, You took the opportunity to spit in his face which earned you a slap. “You bloated white liner, yellow bellied son of a -” This time it was the back of a pistol and you nearly fell off your horse, which was keeping you alive

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice called. “Is that any way to treat a lady?” You glanced up and saw seven men on horses at the top of the small hill.

“This ain’t a lady! She’s a snake.”

“Let her go,” another man shouted.

“My pleasure,” you capture laugh and he slapped the horse's hindquarters that was supporting you. It bolted and you felt rope tighten cutting off your air flow. You failed in attempting to catch a breath. You could hear the pounding of hooves or maybe that was just the blood in your ears. Maybe gunfire or your heart pounding. Your vision started to go as you struggling started to slow.

Suddenly there was a mass beneath you and an arm was around your waist easing you into a lap. You could suddenly breathe, taking gasping breaths as you heard a stream of comforting words. “Alright now, ma’am. You’re alright, let me get this,” there was a grunt of exertion as the rope slipped off your neck, “damn thing off you.” Then suddenly you were moving from the noise of gunfire, and you were pressed into the chest of your savior with your hands still bound in your lap. As soon as you were a top of the hill he reached his hands around you to untie your hands. You finally turned to look up at the man and God, he was handsome. “There you are, are you alright?”

You quickly looked down and nodded numbly trying to process what had happened. “y-yes, thank you, Mr-” you trailed off.

“Standish. Ezra Standish, no need to thank us,” He tipped his hat as the other men rode up beside him. “And the rest of these men are Josiah, Vin, JD, Chris, Nathan, and Buck,” he pointed to each man, in turn, and you followed his hand.

The one that Ezra had pointed out as Vin maneuvered his horse closer, “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you rasped, your throat sore.

“I’ll take a look at you back in town, you do live in Four Corners right?” Nathan asked and you nodded unconsciously leaning back into Ezra’s chest. “You just opened up a doctor’s office, came to town a few days ago?”

“I-I think that is enough questions for now gentlemen, let's just get this young lady home,” Ezra spoke urging his horse forward

After a few minutes you started to feel your chest get tight, and then tears started to fall. Ezra, who was in the middle of the pack pulled his horse back a bit wordlessly to the back of the pack. He reached into his breast pocket of his bright red jacket with one hand and pulled out a white handkerchief, gently he placed it into your hands.”It’s alright. You’re safe. Here dry your eyes.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured unable to stop crying.

“Ma’am, not to sound rude, but you are being ridiculous. You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve had a close brush with death, I’d be a bit worried if you didn’t have some form of emotional reaction.” You dabbed your eyes, turning the handkerchief over in your hands. You ran your thumb over the embroidered, ‘E.P.S’. You hiccuped and more tears fell, you felt him sigh, was it annoyance? “Now now,” he hushed, dropping a hand on your hands holding the hanky. “You’re okay. And I promise you will be okay. You’re safe with us. If those men ever come back we’ll protect you”

You looked at his hand on top of yours, it was such a soft gesture. You started to cry a bit harder, the people were nice enough but you had been rather alone. Not really making any connections.

“I think you were brave,” Ezra’s voice was soft, even softer than before. You started to laugh, a laugh tangled with a sob.

“I think you mean foolish.” You tilted yourself to the side and tilted your head up to look at him, finally taking the chance to examine your savior, there was no doubt the man was handsome. Sturdy jaw, bright snapping green eyes, as he started to smile, it was a wild mischievous one you realized, which was only enhanced buy a gold tooth that caught the sunlight.

“Well in most cases you be right. But it took a special kind of gall to call a man who has a rope around your neck a- a- what was that I heard you yell?” He tilted his chin down to look at you and your breath caught in your chest.

“Well before I was rudely interrupted I was going to call him, uh, a bloated, white liner, yellowed bellied son of a bitch.” one of the other men nearby started to laugh with Ezra.

“Wooo nelly, you certainly have grit little lady.”

“Buck don’t be a vulture. Excuse him, ma’am. Oh!” Ezra exclaimed suddenly, “We have been very rude, very rude indeed, ma’am. My apologies might I ask your name?”

“Y/F/N.”

“Y/N,” Buck tested it out, “what a lovely name.”

The ride back to town was a fairly quiet one, there was some idle chit chat, but nothing past that. The feeling of a warm body, the gentle sway of the horse, and the exhaustion after the stress caused you to doze off in the arms of your savior.

You were not sure how long you were out but you were being awoken by gentle shake and whispers. “Come on now,” Ezra whispered, as you came too he placed his hands on your arms, “Nathan’s going to help you down. Okay?”

“Alright,” Nathan reached up towards you to grab your hands to help you hop down from the horse.

“Let’s get you up to my clinic so I can look at you.” Nathan took you by the arm and lead you up to his space above the livery.

“This is a nice place here. Nathan tell me if I am stepping on your toes but how would you feel about us combining our clinics?”

“Well, I think that be a fine idea,” He smiled as he helped you sit down. “Let's take care of the details later, I want to clean that cut on your face.” You nodded as he kneeled before you, touching a rag to your face, you winched and tried to pull away from the stinging pain. “Sorry, it’s going to hurt for a while, and it going to be a nasty bruise.”

“Figured,” you hummed as he moved his attention to your neck. “Thank you. You have very gentle hands.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, “I do my best to make my patients comfortable.”

“You do very well.”

Nathan nodded and stood up, “You seem alright, just take it easy for a few days. Rest you’ve had a rough day. You are welcome to take a short rest here if you want.”

“I think I’ll just head home,” you stood and shook his hand. “Thank you, Nathan, I look forward to working with you.”

“And I you.”

As you exited the building and headed down the steps you ran into the other men, who were just waiting there, supposedly for you. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”

“We just wanted to see if you were alright,” Chris spoke up.

“I’m fine. Thank you again for saving me.”

“Ma’am it’s our job. No need to thank us,” Vin raised his hand to stop you.

“I sure hope this doesn’t scare you away,” Chris started to smile, “I think going back home would be a waste of your fire.”

“No. I’m staying, especially now I know I have you boys to back me up.”

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Chapter Summary: A bet goes awry and you get to know the gambler just a bit better.

Pairing: Ezra Standish/Reader (Rein in your horses. It’s slow burn)

Words: 1951

Warnings: Pining, my god, the pining. Dumb babies not really understanding their feelings.

A/N: I don’t have anything to say other than it took me forever to edit this the way I wanted it.

CHAPTER THREE: More Than Bargained For

PREVIOUS/ NEXT

It had been a few days since you had really seen any of the men, you had been wrapped up with a little girl who had a serious fever and had not left the clinic as Nathan was out of town buying supplies. Finally able to join the public you walked down the road and caught sight of most of your friends in the saloon. You slipped inside and saw four of your seven new friends at a card table. They all had their eyes trained on the bar. You stepped behind Vin and JD following their gaze to Ezra talking to a woman. You felt a strange pang in your chest watching him smiling, leaning into the conversation. Surely it couldn’t be jealousy. You had no reason to be jealous. You gripped his back of the chair slightly, swallowing hard, forcing yourself to ask, “What’s going on here?”

“Oh Buck and Ezra had a minor disagreement over Ezra’s and his’, what’d he call it? ‘Predilections’ for wooing a lady. So, Buck offered a bet,” JD explained.

“And you know how Ez loves the word,” Buck laughed, but you didn’t you had no idea what he meant. The Ezra you knew, or so you thought seemed almost too good to be caught in a bet like this. Or a bet at all. “Bet him five he couldn’t talk her into dinner.” You shifted, you looked at the men and back up at Ezra who had the girl giggling.

“You know Buck,” Vin laughed, “Ez is mighty persuasive and I hate to see you lose that much money.” He turned to you with a broad grin, “I will give you four dollars, if would you pretend to be his wife or lady friend.”

“You can have Ezra’s five if you make it good,” Buck laughed. You smiled and weighed your options, you bit your lip and you don’t know for sure what made you do it but you strode right up to Ezra.

“Sweetheart there you are,” you gushed as you placed your hands on his arm. He snapped his head to you, his eyes wild. He licked his lip and turned back to the lady he’s been flirting with, trying to smile through the confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me you were headed off this direction?”

“Whose this?” the other woman asked as Ezra searched for words, a blush starting to creep up his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if it was from you or the embarrassment of being caught.

“Well I-I, you see,” he sputtered.

“I’m his wife! Just married last month, isn’t that right my dear?” Then you moved to kiss his cheek, instead, his head snapped to you when the sentence had registered you kissed him right on the lips. Though it was a mistake you sold it. To your amounting shock, there was a second he pressed back before he pushed you back at arm’s length. He looked at you in shock, “What’s wrong dear?”

Ezra still gaping turned his head over to the woman who threw a drink in his face and proceeded to slap him, “You scoundrel!” She left in a huff and the men over at the table proceeded to whoop and holler waving the money for you to retrieve.

Ezra touched his lips, not at all feeling the sting of the slap, instead, reeling from the shock of your lips. As he came to his senses he could feel the heat in his face, making his cheeks match his jacket in color. His brows were knitted together as he watched you join the other men.

“Hey, Ezra! Maybe your wife will share her winnings,” Buck shouted laughing loudly. Ezra huffed and walked up to the table snatching his hat.

“That was cheating, Buck. You owe me five dollars,” Ezra accused, pointing a finger into the other man’s chest.

“Sorry, Ezra you lost and I gave the money to your wife,” Buck laughed and you stood there smiling but recounting the kiss.

“Y- You cheated, that was not part of the deal! You can’t alter the parameters like that!”

“You sure are one to talk. Mr. deck stacker,” Nathan laughed. Ezra froze glancing up at you, your brows knitted in confusion. He didn’t need this, he didn’t need you to know that he was no good. He was trying to be better, he wanted to impress you, for a reason he didn’t understand.

“That’s luck gentlemen, don’t be sour. I just have a certain tactile sensitivity.”

“Right,” Buck jumped back in, “Putting the odds in your favor.”

“Leaving nothing to chance,” Vin added

“Being one with the cards, in tune with their vibration,” Nathan suggested.

“Sounds like cheating to me,” JD finished with little tact.

“Not like it’s news,” Vin folded his arms.

Ezra gripped his hat and huffed again, unable to come up with any lies, or smooth words to cover his dirty tracks. “I have business to attend to, Gentlemen.” He put on his hat and looked at you before tipping his head slightly, “Ma’am.”

“What was that about,” JD asked and the table shrugged. You turned and ran out the doors and went after him.

“Mr. Standish!” You ran up and grabbed the crook of his arm. “Mr. Standish. I’m so sorry that I embarrassed you, I was just,” He didn’t look at you and you looked away as well. “I don’t know that I was doing.”

“It’s alright, I was already making a fool of myself. Those men, despite most things, can be very persuasive. How much did you get out of my misfortune?”

“9 dollars,” you admitted. “You can have it if you’d like.”

“No, no, you earned it fair and square. Put it towards the clinic. Honestly, I can’t find fault with you,” he laughed, but it was weak and wavered, “You saw what I would do when ‘bet’ is uttered. And then my companions so kindly decided to remind me that I-”

“Cheat?” He still wouldn’t look at you, “Would you take me to lunch?”

Now he looked at you and his face was just contorted in pure confusion “Excuse me?”

“I think you have a story you need to tell. Take me to lunch and tell me.” You put your hand out. Ezra stared at it for a second, he didn’t know quite what he was doing but he took it and tucked it into his arm. He was being given an opportunity to control how his past was seen, and he was nothing if not an opportunist. And despite claiming to be an observant person, somehow he couldn’t see that you were taking a sledgehammer to the walls he had built up.

Ezra sat across from you looking into his drink, “I wanted to keep this from you.”

“That you cheat at cards?”

“I tend to cheat at most things. I’m what people kindly refer to as a grifter. Those less kind than you use cheater, con man, swindler and other such words.” You nodded, “I-I never really perceived my talents as wrong before I became so involved with my fellow paid-protectors. Yet, even now I can’t stop myself, it’s habit.” You watched him as his fingers drummed on his glass, doing all he could to not look at you.”It’s fun.

“I was raised by my mother to be a con man, taught me everything I know.” His voice picked up an off-handed nature, like it was a thought that had escaped, “Well, in between her leaving me at relatives houses until she needed me. So I’ve always done what I’ve been told.

“And as such, I’ve always gotten that look you know, that ‘can I trust him?’ The look, some of my cohorts still give me, the side eye, especially when they think I don’t notice.” He didn’t know why he was spilling this out. Maybe it’s the way you looked at him, a look of understanding. Or maybe his friends had broken him down more than he had thought.

“Why didn’t you want to tell me this,” you asked after he fell silent for a while.

“Because you haven’t done that. When you first actually met me, after I saved you, you didn’t look at me like I was a snake in the grass, like I always have an ulterior motive. A-and I didn’t want that to change.” He finally looked up and his eyes were the softest you’d ever seen, watery even. He was sitting there baring his soul to you, scared, and bracing for the worst. Bracing for the rejection that was surely coming. “I didn’t want you to look at me like I am what I am.”

You bowed your head a moment, thinking. You sighed and looked back up at him with resolve. “Well, you’ve done so much for me already. I don’t think I anything you say could change my opinion on you.”

“And what opinion is that pray tell?”

“That you are a good man. Sometimes a little misguided, but you have a good heart.”

“You know I was wanted in several cities and territories. I was pardoned when I joined this peacekeeping service.”

“Okay.” Your face remained soft, no sign of scrutiny or anger or anything else Ezra had grown used to seeing over the years. No, your face held some level of understanding. A face he had started to recognize in the other men, but you were different. It felt different coming from you, and he didn’t think he deserved it.

“I still do it. Time to time when a money opportunity comes up I am ready to exploit it, you saw it today. A-a-and, and-”

“Mr. Standish, do you not want me to like you?”

“Huh?” Ezra wanted to slap himself, allowing such an uncouth response tumble from his mouth like he was some schoolboy.

“Well, you seem to be going out of your way to say things and prove to me that I shouldn’t like you. So do you not want me too?”

“Of course not. What I mean is I don’t want you to not like me.”

“Then why are you trying so hard?”

“You deserve to know that I am not as heroic or selfless per se, as my partners.”

You smiled and shook your head, “Okay. You might think you know who you are. But I am pretty sure I know the truth about you.” You stood grinning now as he still looked confused, perhaps more in awe than anything else. “Thank you for the meal.”

Now Ezra stood, “Alright since you have gotten some my tangled pass out of me faster than a preacher and seem to think you know me better than myself, I think we are long passed formality. Call me Ezra.”

“Only if you call me Y/N”

He took your hand in a firm grip, a wolf-like grin brightening his features. “It’s a deal, Y/N.” He pulled your hand to his lips. You smiled, wishing for the brief moment of intimacy to last longer. Loving the chills the sensation sent down your spine.

“It’s a deal. Thank you for sharing,” you pulled yourself up and kissed the side of his face. You smiled pulling back and squeezed his arm gently. “I’ll see you around, Ezra.”

He watched the door close behind you, rooted in his spot, “Steady Ezra, Steady,” he whispered to himself.” Few warm looks and you are ready to tell her all your secrets. What would mother say?” He mulled over that question till he reached his room, he knew what his mother would say. ‘Use it to your advantage.’ This was one thing he would not be writing to mother about. Well, one on a growing list of things.

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3: Sad Kiss: Ezra Standish

Takes place in the episode of “The New Law.”

MORE KISSES

Marshal Bryce was taking over, imposing new laws. Pushing the seven men that had been protecting Four Corners out. You shifted as Ezra came up to you taking his hat off. “I can’t believe this Bryce character! He can’t just kick you guys out! You’ve been keeping us safe! Safer than any sheriff could out here!”

He started to chuckle, “Please, tell me how you really feel.” He took a deep breath. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about this.” Your heart stopped, you prayed that he wasn’t about to say what you knew he was. “I’m going to leave.” You fought the tears building up, you didn’t have much of a right to be upset. Sure you flirted off and on with him but nothing ever really came from it. Mostly because your father warned you against him, and you were pretty sure he threatened the man before you more than once.

“Oh,” was the only thing you said. You looked at your feet, then up at him. “Just like that? Where will you go?”

“Wherever the trail takes me I guess,” he shrugged, “Maybe St. Louis. I suppose it’s a good thing that I never let my skills deteriorate.” He looked off, rubbing his thumb over his lip. “I-I just wanted you to know that I was leaving. I wanted to see you before I left because I don’t plan on coming back while Bryce is running things.”

“I’ll miss you,” whispered honestly.

“Y-You could come with me you know,” Ezra suggested quietly, looking at you again. “Take you across this country. Show you things, you never imagined.”

“You know I can’t do that. Pa would never let me, he thinks this Marshal Bryce is a hero. And you know how he feels about you.” Ezra dropped his head with a huff and a grin playing on his lips and you smiled in spite of your aching heart. “Even if I could, I could never keep up.” You laughed, but it was weak and watery.

“I-I figured. But, I felt It was worth the attempt.” A heavy silence fell between you, there was so much you wished you could say, that you could tell him. You wished you had disobeyed your father, taken your chance with the gambler. But now, it was all too late, it was useless.

“I-I don’t know what to say, so I guess this is goodbye,” You put your hand out to him. He smiled and took your hand in his, “It’s been a pleasure, Ezra. Write to me, I want to know every detail.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just looking into your eyes and it was like the world had stopped. Finally, he pulled you in by your hand and kissed you. It was soft and warm, unlike anything you had ever felt. There was so much unsaid words in this one gesture, so much emotion. As much as it filled your soul with warmth, it ripped your heart from you. Knowing this was the first and last kiss. And after these few seconds was over, when this one moment was over, he was gone. He pulled away, squeezing your hand he still had in his grasp. “This has been my greatest pleasure knowing you.” He placed a kiss on your fingertips, holding it there for a few seconds, eyes closed.” He pulled away and started backing away from you, “Goodbye,” he whispered, his voice sounding thick with emotion. He didn’t let go of your hand right away, allowing your hands to slowly pull apart. He took a few more paces backward after your fingertips slipped away from one another. It was almost as if he was committing you to memory before placing his hat on, touching the brim, and forcing himself to turn from you.

You finally let the tears slide down your cheeks as you watched him mount his horse with the other men, heading off away from you and the others. You watched until you couldn’t make out his form against the horizon and long past that.

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Magnificent Seven Masterlist

This is a Masterlist for everything I have written for both the 2016 Magnificent Seven movie, and the 1998-2000 Magnificent Seven Tv Series.

Here is a link to my Main Masterlist

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Scenario Game: Show and Movie Characters

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Billy Rocks:

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Flowers and Fireflies (fluff/cute)

What's Mine is Yours (fluff)

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert); 'Moment of Realization' (angst/romance)

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Goodnight Robicheaux:

Headcanons:

+ Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

Taking care of each other when you are sick (cute/fluff/whump)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Wonderful Things’ (fluff/cute)

'Ghost Stories' (spooky/halloween)

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Red Harvest:

Fic: 'Unspoken'; (fluff/bit of angst)

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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Joshua Faraday:

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Fear and Trust’ (angst/fluff)

'Songbird' (cute/gen)

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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Vasquez:

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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Sam Chisholm:

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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- - Magnificent Seven (Tv Series) - -

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All Characters:

Headcanons:

Characters as Scents (#2)

How each of the seven admit their feelings for you (The Seven x Reader; fluff/cute/romance)

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Ezra Standish

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (cute/fluff)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘The feeling of fingers brushing together by accident’ (fluff)

'Comforting Company' (comfort/cute)

Safe With Me (cute/comfort)

'Noticed' (cute/gen)

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Chris Larabee

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (angst/fluff)

Fic: 'Wherever You Go' (fluff/angst)

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Vinn Tanner

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (cute/fluff)

Fic: 'Wanna Bet?' (fluff/humor)

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Buck Wilmington

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (angst/fluff)

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Josiah Sanchez

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (angst/fluff)

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Nathan Jackson

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (fluff)

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J.D. Dunne

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (humor/fluff)

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Headcanons + Drabbles: How each of the Seven would admit their feelings to you

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 15 - 'Admission'

Pairings: Chris Larabee x Reader; Vin Tanner x Reader; Ezra Standish x Reader; Buck Wilmington x Reader; Nathan Jackson x Reader; Josiah Sanchez x Reader; and JD Dunne x Reader. <All Gender Neutral Reader Inserts.

Warnings: Brief mentions of drinking/alcohol; and brief mentions of blood/wound, gunfire.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000 Requested Taglist: @techssexythighs, @hybrid-omegaverse, @spuffyfan394

*All gifs were made by me on giphy

Chris Larabee:

Chris was stubborn. He knew he had feelings for you, but he fought against it.

He was too afraid to love again, to move on, to possibly lose you, just like he lost his family.

But no matter how often he tried to ignore these feelings, they would always climb back up.

He convinced himself that he would live with it forever. That he would suffer with it, and never tell you.

Until one day, when he had to watch as a small spark seemed to rekindle between you and an old flame.

He had returned to town, the man you had dated when you were younger.

As Chris watched you walk around with him, smiling and laughing, he couldn’t stop the jealousy and anger that rose through him.

The scowl on his face was more prominent than usual, that even the others couldn’t fail to notice.

And the way Chris scoffed as you laughed at one of the mans stupid jokes told them all they needed to know.

Buck could see the war raging on inside Chris, and was the only one brave enough to confront him about it.

“We can all see how you feel about Y/n, Chris. And no matter what you tell yourself, it’s not wrong. You have every right to be happy again. But, you might just lose them to another man if you don’t speak up. And I can promise you, that that will feel a hell of a lot worse than just ignoring it forever.”

Chris would tell Buck to stay out of it, but the usual bite behind his words failed to come through, and Buck could see that he got to him.

The boys weren’t the only ones to notice Chris’s change in behavior. You did too. And when you asked him about it, he brushed you off. A little more rudely than he meant too.

After finally getting fed up with himself, he would find you later in the evening, sitting out in the field where he often spotted you.

“I thought I might find you out here.” He said as he walked over to you. You smiled up at him in greeting, as he sat down on the grass beside you “I wanted to say sorry, about how I acted before. I know you were just checking on me.” He spoke with a soft voice, one people didn’t hear too often.

“It’s alright Chris.” You said with a soft smile, before looking off into the distance again.

Chris could tell that it was you who had something weighing heavily on your mind now “What’s wrong Y/n?” He’d ask as he watched you closely.

You stayed quiet for a moment before speaking softly “He asked me to leave with him.”

Chris felt his gut clench as you said this and tried to fight back the anger and jealousy. He looked down at his hands as he played with a piece of grass “And? Are you gonna go?”

You could hear the strain behind his voice, the unspoken feelings peaking though, and you couldn’t help but feel hope that he felt as you did. “I don’t know. Should I?” You asked.

Chris looked up and met your eyes, somewhat surprised by your question. As you looked at him, he saw it behind your eyes. You knew how he felt. And you were asking him to tell you to stay.

A soft smile fell across his face, almost shy in a way “No. You shouldn’t.” He shook his head lightly.

“Then what should I do?” You asked softly, cautiously.

Chris almost hesitated, but the hope behind your eyes stopped him. Told him what he needed to do, for both of you.

“You should stay here...You should stay with me.” He said, finally admitting what he really wanted.

A soft small was now forming on your face, and Chris paired it with his own “Is that what you really want Chris?” You asked once more.

He nodded his head as he brought up his hand, moving a stray piece of hair from your face, his eyes meeting yours once more “Yes. It's all I want.”

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Vin Tanner:

Vin is on the shyer, more reserved side.

So though he is entirely aware that he has feelings for you, he is just unsure of how to express them in the way he wants to.

Part of it, of course, is the fear that you might reject him.

Though he is a smart man, he is a bit oblivious to your feelings for him; which are obvious to the other boys.

But, to Vin’s credit; you were a bit oblivious to his feelings towards you too.

Vin kept trying to plan different ways to confess to you how he felt, but every time the moment came up, he panicked and kept quiet.

Planning again, he invited you out with him when he was going scouting around the area.

He knew how much you liked to go riding.

You walked barefoot through the small stream you had come across in the shady area of trees. The horses drank nearby as Vin sat at the edge of the stream watching you, a fond smile on his face as you splashed around, cooling off.

Turning around, you caught him watching you and smiled at him. His heart fluttered as you did so. You walked a bit closer to him “Don’t you want to cool off too? It’s hot today.”

Vin shook his head “Nah, I’m alright out here.”

“Come on Vin.” You began, amusement lingering in your voice “You’re wearing like four layers of clothes.” Vin chuckled as you playfully ridiculed him. “You should cool down before you get heat stroke.” You said as you kicked some water at him playfully, barely splashing him.

“Hey now.” Vin said as he jumped back a bit, laughing as you did so “Don’t threaten me.” He said as he pointed at you, a grin on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You asked with a grin.

Vin stood up as he looked at the water and then at you, you kicked the water again and splashed him, a laugh bubbling out as you did so.

“Okay, you-” He began as he stepped into the water, making his way towards you.

You stepped back in surprise having not expected him to react so quickly. You moved to run from him as he reached down and splashed water at you, making you let out a gasp. Getting to you before you could escape, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him with a laugh.

You splashed more water at him before he could grab your arms and stop you, but as he did so, he pulled you closer to him. You locked eyes as your faces were barely an inch apart, and as you let out a small giggle, your noses brushed.

You both went silent and nearly still as you realized how close you were to one another. Vin couldn’t stop himself from gazing at your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. You smiled lightly at him and he felt his chest tighten.

“You’re beautiful.” He suddenly muttered out, catching himself by surprise.

You were surprised as well, but didn’t show it as much as you showed the delight you felt. Your mouth widening into a smile. Vin let out a nervous chuckle before he decided that this was finally the moment, whether he expected it or not.

His eyes flicked to your lips again, and this time he leaned a little closer. Glancing back at you eyes for a moment, he found nothing but acceptance and happiness, which he was sure matched his own.

Leaning the rest of the way in, he pressed his lips to yours, his hands leaving your arms and wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

You planted one of your hands on his chest, and brought the other to his face as you leaned into the kiss. Relieved that your feelings for one another were finally expressed.

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Ezra Standish:

The second Ezra realized he had feelings for you, he had a moment of 'Wait a second.'

He wasn’t opposed to it, nor entirely surprised.

You challenged him in every way and he admired you for that, and found it quite attractive.

He was also grateful for your ability to call him out on his crap. The others did this as well, but it always felt different coming from you.

So no, he wasn’t really that surprised at all.

Ezra and you always had sarcastic banter with each other, so as soon as he really figured out he liked you as more than a friend, he amped it up a bit.

But much to his chagrin, you didn’t really seem to notice the change from friendly sarcasm, to flirting.

He wasn’t really sure how to just come right out and say it; even after the not so helpful tips from Buck.

So he wallowed in his annoyance towards himself with a drink or two.

But, when he saw you enter the saloon, followed quite closely by a man he did not recognize, he perked up in his seat.

You were clearly annoyed by the man's presence, similar to that of a mosquito buzzing around your head.

So, he watched for a few moments before choosing the right time to come to your rescue, so to speak.

You tapped your fingers rhythmically on the bar as the man continued to talk about himself. He was just passing through town, but wanted to stop for the night. And unfortunately for you, he spotted you as you walked through town, and has been following you ever since.

The man sat at the bench next to you, chattering about who knows what. Just as he began to make some flirty remark and lean a bit closer to you, you were surprised by a figure pushing in between you, blocking you from the man’s view.

“There you are darling, I’ve been wondering where you got to.” Ezra’s smooth voice said as he interrupted the man.

As you met Ezra’s eyes you saw the small smirk on his lips as he turned his head back towards the man “Oh, excuse me sir, was I interrupting? “

The man looked at Ezra, and was about to say something, but seeing something behind Ezra's eyes he backed off a bit “Uh, no, just-” The man stopped before looking around him and at you “Just wanted to thank you for your kindness.”

You gave him a curt nod “Don’t mention it.” Your voice was stale as the man nodded once more and left, sparing a couple more glances back at the two of you as he did so.

“Weasel” Ezra muttered under his breath as he watched the man go. And as he looked back at you, seeing the smile on your face he gave you an innocent look “What?”

You giggled slightly, making a proud smile cross his face. “Thank you.” You said “I was a few moments away from shooting him.” You said with a joke, making Ezra chuckle lightly.

“Don’t mention it. I was surprised at first to see you enter with him, but, after seeing the scowl on your face I figured his attention was unwanted.”

“I was hoping it was obvious to him.” You said matter-of-factly. You thought about what he said for a moment before looking back at him “Why were you surprised?” The man was not unattractive in any aspect, but his personality is what made him unappealing. So you were curious as to why Ezra would be surprised.

Ezra opened and closed his mouth a few times as he thought to himself “Well, I just had never seen the man before. And it’s not as if you often...go around with..other gentlemen.”

‘“Other gentlemen? You mean other people than you?” You asked somewhat amused.

Ezra felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips before shrugging a bit “Perhaps.”

You thought he might be joking, but something behind his eyes told you differently. But Ezra noticed the smile on your face falter a bit, and he wondered what he had done.

“You should be careful Ezra, you might make me think you were jealous.” You said with a small smile, though, he saw it falter again for a moment.

Did you think he was toying with you? He felt his chest clench a bit before he leaned just a little closer “What if I was?”

Your eyes snapped to meet his, and you expected to see amusement behind them, as he made another joke. But all you found was a sincere gaze as he looked at you.

You almost didn’t believe it. “Are you saying you were jealous, Ezra?”

“Well...for the moment I thought you were with him, rather than trying to run from him...Yes, I was.” he admitted, a smile forming on his face “Why are you surprised? I thought my feelings and intentions might be obvious to you at this point, but…” He trailed off for a moment. “But, you always thought I was joking, didn't you?”

You almost felt guilty, nodding slightly “I never thought you were being serious.” You admitted.

Ezra nodded again, letting out a dry chuckle “Maybe that was my fault. But I have felt myself, adoring you, quite ardently recently. But, I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.”

You smiled at him, making his eyes gleam a little brighter. “Well, you’re not doing that bad of a job right now.”

Ezra smiled at you as he leaned a bit closer “Then I suppose I should continue.”

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Buck Wilmington:

Buck is as straightforward as they come.

But, this works against him at times, especially since he has flirted with you since the moment you met.

And at first, once he got past the initial flirting, you became good friends.

Since Buck flirts with a majority of the people he meets, you never took him seriously.

So, When Buck developed honest-to-God feelings for you, you couldn’t tell the difference, except that maybe he flirted more often.

This annoyed Buck to no end, and he knew it was entirely his fault.

So he decided to change it up a bit and be more romantic in his flirting, more sincere.

But this backfired tremendously.

For he had not realized you took it the wrong way.

“Y/n, looking as lovely as ever.” He said as he pulled out a small bundle of flowers and handed them to you.

Your heart fluttered in your chest when he did this, but it was replaced by suspicion immediately. “What is it?” You asked, your voice full of suspicion and annoyance.

Buck seemed to malfunction for a moment as his face went blank before his eyes flicked between the flower and your face a few times. “It’s...they're flowers?” He said slowly, unsure of exactly why you were confused.

The genuine confusion on his face made you let out a sharp laugh “No, Buck, I’m asking what you want.”

“Oh-” He let out a laugh “Well what do you mean? I’m just saying hello.”

You squinted at him clearly unconvinced “You've never just brought me a flower and told me I was lovely, so really Buck, what is it you want?”

Buck was almost hurt by your sheer refusal to believe him, but he knew it was his fault. So, playing on it, he took a step closer to you “Alright, I’ll tell you what I want.” He paused for a moment before smiling “I’d like to take you on a date.”

You blinked a few times, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. You wanted him to be serious, you wanted the flirting to be genuine, but you honestly just did not know with him, and it had really begun to play with your heart.

Handing the flowers back to him he took them reluctantly, giving you a confused and almost hurt look “Try again when you’re serious Buck.” You said before walking away from him.

You really thought he was just toying with you, setting you up with flirting and jokes just to let you down. Buck felt his heart clench at the thought, but he knew he couldn’t give up. Moving quickly, he caught up to you, stepping in front of you and stopping you. He placed his hands on your arms and stared down at you “Y/n.”

The seriousness in his tone made you stop “I understand why you don’t think I am being honest with you. But I can assure you, I have never been more serious. I have not looked, flirted, or been with anyone since I came to the realization that I am absolutely head over heels for you.” He could see the surprise and realization come over your face as he smiled warmly down at you “I promise you Y/n. Anything I have said to you over the last few weeks has been true, every word. I’m not playin’ any games with you.”

It took you a moment to find your voice again, the sheer amount of emotion in Bucks eyes as he stared down at you leaving you speechless. Swallowing, you spoke, your voice quiet “Promise?” You asked, almost shyly.

Buck’s smile widened a bit as he nodded, handing you back the flower “I promise.”

Taking the flowers from him again, a smile spread across your face. Buck moved to stand behind you, putting his arm out for you to take “Now how ‘bout that date?” You smiled up at him before looping your arm around his and nodding your head a bit, letting him lead you.

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Nathan Jackson:

Nathan was aware of his feelings for you from the beginning.

And the sweetheart that he is, is hopeless when it comes to confessing.

From the fear of you rejecting him, or explaining himself poorly, to the fear of other people possibly disapproving of your relationship, he was hopeless.

The other’s tried to give him tips, but none of the things they told him to do, were “him”.

He wanted it to be natural, not scripted, but he was never quite sure of the right moment.

For some time, he was afraid the right moment might never come.

Buuut, luckily for him it did. Just not in the way he necessarily wanted it to start.

“Nathan!” Chris yelled, trying to get his attention as he held you up.

After some men came into town causing trouble, the seven, along with your help got rid of them. But as most things, it turned into a big firefight, and you got caught in some of the crossfire, and now had a bullet in your shoulder.

As Nathan ran over to Chris, his eyes landed on you. Your face was screwed up into a pained scowl, and he felt his heart drop. “Y/n!” He said as he ran over to you.

“Hey Nathan.” You said as he started to look at your shoulder.

“That bullet’s still in there. Come on.” Before you knew it, he was taking you from Chris and carrying you in his arms towards his office.

His heart was beating rapidly as he panicked, his mind running through everything he needed to do to make sure you were gonna be alright. And the entire time he was getting the bullet out and cleaning your wound, his heart never stopped racing. Not until you were completely bandaged up and sitting up with a smile on your face. You were still tired from the blood-loss, but you were going to be alright.

“Here you go.” Nathan said as he handed you some water.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile, taking it gratefully. “I didn’t give you too much trouble did I?” You asked with a hint of amusement.

He smiled at you and shook his head “I have to admit it’s always harder when it’s someone you care about.” He admitted.

“But you always work a lot harder.” You countered.

He chuckled. “That is true. But I much prefer not having to do it, sooo.”

“Sooo.” You continued.

He leaned forward and placed his hand on yours “So. Please don’t do it again. I hated seeing you hurt like that.”

You smiled softly at him, your heart racing a bit faster as his hand gripped your own “I promise.”

You had feelings for Nathan for a while now, and part of you was sure he felt the same, but you never knew why he wouldn’t express it. Though, you had to criticize yourself too, you never did anything about it either.

But as his hand sat on yours you felt as though he was, in his own way, trying to show you. So, giving him a bit of a hand, so to speak. You turned your hand over so your palm was up, and linked your fingers through his.

Nathan glanced down at your hand as you did this, and he smiled before meeting your eyes again. Closing his fingers so he would be holding your hand in his he kept his eyes locked on yours. And as you smiled at each other, you both knew now, in your own silent confession, how you both felt.

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Josiah Sanchez:

Josiah is a man who often thinks himself unworthy of things like love and affection; redemption and happiness.

So, when he felt himself falling for someone like you, he thought he was not worthy of such a connection.

So he buried it down, and tried to ignore it. You surely deserved so much better than him,

And when Buck and Nathan both told him that you clearly felt the same, he refused to take their word for it. Not believing you could ever come to love him.

But ever since they told him, he couldn’t help the thought in the back of his mind that spoke up every time you smiled at him, that said, 'What if?'

And the longer he was around you, and the more you showed care for him, the harder it came for him to find reasons not to embrace it.

It became especially hard when you seemed to always know when he was in need of help.

After another visit with his sister, Josiah had come back to Four Corners in a foul mood. It wasn’t as bad as it usually was, but he always felt a heavy guilt hanging over him each time.

You knew about his sister and what had happened to her, Josiah had told you the last time he visited her. And this time, when he came back and didn’t even bother to check in, you knew it had been rough.

Josiah was sitting on an old rock wall behind the church, staring up at the darkening sky. And as he heard someone come around the corner, he was prepared to tell them to leave him alone. But when he looked over and saw you peeking around the corner with a cautious, but kind look, he felt the annoyance disappear.

You smiled softly at him as you came around the corner entirely, and in your hands was a cup and a plate of food. Seeing what you had brought him, he felt his heart swell a bit as his mood got a bit better.

“I thought you might want something to eat. Since I didn’t see you get anything since you’ve come back.”

“That’s too kind of you Y/n.” He said as you handed the food and drink to him.

“Actually I think it’s about the usual amount.” You said with light amusement, to which you were glad he smiled at. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” You asked.

He smiled at you “I’d be honored.” He said curtly, making you smile as you sat beside him.

You looked up at the sky as well, as Josiah took a few bites out of the sandwich you had made him. After he took a drink, you dared to speak again. Your voice soft “How was she?”

Josiah glanced at you and saw the caution behind your eyes, unsure if he really wanted to talk about it. He smiled at you “A bit better than before, but..” He trailed off, and as you nodded, he knew he need not continue. “Thank you Y/n.” He said after a few more moments of silence as he finished eating his meal.

“Don’t mention it.” You smiled as he set down the plate.

“Thank you for checking on me.” He continued as he looked over at you “Thank you for caring.”

You smiled at him, and he saw a bit of surprise behind it as you shook your head lightly “You don’t have to thank me for caring Josiah.” You said with a hint of disbelief “It’s not a chore. It’s something I do needlessly, naturally.” You added on.

He smiled at you again “And I am grateful that you are so naturally kind, and beautiful inside and out.”

You felt your face heat up at his comment as you smiled a bit shyly, you looked out at the sky again before speaking “You always seem to think you don’t deserve it you know.” You began before looking back over at him. “But you do, Josiah. You deserve someone who cares about you, naturally, and genuinely.”

Josiah stared at you, adoration taking over his features as you spoke “And you deserve the same Y/n.” He responded. He stared at you softly for a moment, before speaking again, cautiously “Do you-” He began, but paused for a moment, unsure of himself. But seeing how you stared at him, he felt no need to hide it anymore “Do you think, I could be that. For you?”

For a moment Josiah thought you might turn him down, turn away and leave. But instead your smile widened at his words as you nodded your head “I don’t think I’d want anyone else to.”

Josiah felt his chest swell with almost overwhelming feelings as you said this, and though he was unsure of what to do now. He took your hand in his, and brought it up to his face, planting a kiss on the back of your hand. Smiling at you, he felt more happiness than he could truly express.

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John "J.D." Dunne:

JD is a mess when it comes to anything romantic.

He is an awkward and rambling mess, and often says the wrong thing.

JD was a bit flirty when you first met, but the second you responded in kind with a sarcastic comment, he was thrown off.

And just like that, he was in trouble.

He admired you greatly and thought you the most amazing person he knew.

He wanted to tell you how he felt, and ask you out on a proper date, but was clueless as to how he should go about it.

He would try to get advice from Buck, but would regret it immediately.

Asking the others, he didn’t get much further, so decided he would just try his best to be himself, and not mess it up for the sixth time.

He had hand-picked some flowers from the field around the town, and also stole a couple from a nearby garden. Reciting to himself over and over what he was going to say to you as he paced around outside of your room.

From inside, you could hear something going on, and finally walked over and pulled the door open. And as soon as you did, a stunned JD looked at you with surprise and quickly placed his hands behind his back.

“Y/n!” He’d exclaim, as if surprised to see you at all.

“J.D.?” You responded.

“Uh, I - uh, I was just about to knock.” He said with an awkward laugh.

You smiled at him, a bit amused at his behavior and at how cute he was being. ‘Typical JD’ you mused to yourself. “Do you want something?”

“Huh? No, no, well yeah actually.” He admitted with an awkward nod.

He stayed silent and you blinked a few times “So, what is it?”

“Oh right, uh.” He cleared his throat a bit before bringing his hand out from behind his back, presenting you with a poorly put together and mismatched bouquet of flowers.

Taking the flowers from his hand, you couldn’t help but smile, your heart fluttering. You let out a soft chuckle “Thank you JD, what are they for?” You asked as you looked back at him, bringing the flowers to your nose.

JD remained quiet as he watched your response. You smiled, took them, laughed a bit, but it wasn’t in ridicule. This was good.

Realizing you asked him a question he shook himself from his thoughts “Well they’re for you.” He said quickly before realizing how stupid he sounded. Shaking his head a bit he let out a dry chuckle “I mean, well I came to ask if you, by chance, and if you don’t have other plans, wanted to go to the concert with me? You know, the one being held by the singer who came in yesterday? It’s alright if you don’t want to go, I just really like you and thought it might be fun, and I mean-”

“JD.” You said, stepping his rambling.

“Yeah?” He asked innocently.

You smiled at him, amused by his adorable rambling “I don’t have any other plans. I’d love to go to the concert with you, and I like you too.” You responded.

JD blinked a couple times as he processed what you had said before a smile spread across his face “Yeah?”

You laughed. “Yeah, JD.”

“Oh, good, great!” He chuckled again “Okay, uhm, I’ll come get you at eight?”

You nodded your head “Eight it is.”

He nodded again as he smiled brightly, turning he waved a bit before he began to walk down the hall. And as soon as you closed your door behind you, you heard a distant cheer as footsteps pounded down the stairs. Letting out a laugh, you smiled at the messy flowers once more before thinking about what you should wear.

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Requests

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Alright, requests for all of my fandoms are open. Send some in while you can, they will not be open long!

Writing Prompt List #1 *210 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; & Scenario Prompts)

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9-1-1 (FOX show)

Evan “Buck” Buckley Eddie Diaz Det. Lou Ransone Howard “Chimney” Han

The Boys:

Serge “Frenchie” Hughie Campbell Billy Butcher

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Simon Basset Colin Bridgerton *maybe others?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike Angel

Criminal Minds (I have only watched seasons 1-11)

Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Derek Morgan

Doctor Who

Ten Eleven Twelve

Elementary

Sherlock Holmes *I have not watched the whole series so I wont write much for in-show plot points

Firefly

Malcolm Reynolds Simon Tam

Lark Rise to Candleford

Daniel Parish Fisher Bloom Sir Timothy Midwinter Alf Arless Mr Rushton

Leverage

Eliot Spencer Quinn Alec Hardison

Magnificent Seven Tv Series (1998-2000)

Chris Larabee Ezra Standish Vin Tanner Buck Wilmington

The Mandalorian + TBoBF

Din Djarin Cobb Vanth Boba Fett (prefer platonic)

M*A*S*H (Tv Series)

Hawkeye Pierce BJ Hunnicutt Trapper John

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin Arthur Gwaine Percival Lancelot

Moon Knight

Steven Grant Marc Spector Arthur Harrow

Person of Interest

John Reese Others; platonically is preferred

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright Gil Arroyo

Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker Matthias Mal Alexander/Kirigan ?

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Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Jim Moriarty

Star Trek: Discovery

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John Sheppard Carson Becket Ronon Dex

Supernatural *Have only watched seasons 1-9

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Castiel Gabriel Gadreel Balthazar Crowley Lucifer Caine

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale Peter Hale

Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Kol Mikaelson Lorenzo “Enzo” St John Finn Mikaelson

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The Eternals

Druig Ikaris Kingo

Venom (1 & 2)

Eddie Brock

Deadpool (1 & 2)

Wade/Deadpool Ajax/Francis Cable Domino

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Episodes I-III

Anakin Skywalker Obi Wan Kenobi

Episodes IV-VI

Luke Skywalker Han Solo

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Han Solo Lando Calrissian Dryden Vos

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Finn Poe Dameron Ben Solo/Kylo

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Newt Scamander, Percival Graves *So far I have only seen the first movie

**I will possibly write for characters from Harry Potter or Marauders, such as the Weasley twins, Malfoy, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, etc. But if I do, it will be after they leave Hogwarts and are 18+.

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Captain Jack Sparrow Will Turner James Norrington Elizabeth Swann/Turner

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Magnificent Seven (2016)

Joshua Faraday Billy Rocks Goodnight Robicheaux Vasquez Red Harvest

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Maleficent I & II

Conall, Borra, Diaval, Maleficent

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Napoleon Solo Illya Kuryakin

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Eggsy Unwin Hamish Mycroft “Merlin” Jack Daniels “Whiskey”

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Pride and Prejudice (1995 & 2005) Characters: Mr. Darcy and Mr Bingley (other characters if requested)

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Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

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30 Day Writing Challenge Masterlist (September 2021)

Below are the links to all of the Days of my 30 Day Writing Challenge from September 2021.

*Words/Phrases next to the Day# is what the 'theme' of that day was.

**All are Gender Neutral Reader Inserts

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Day 1: Whump Evan Buckley x Reader Whump/Hurt/Comfort; Angst/Fluff

Day 2: Hand-Holding Newt Scamander x Reader Fluff

Day 3: Cloud/Stargazing Peter Hale x Reader Bit of Fluff, Bit of Angst/Comfort

Day 4: Nightmare Eliot Spencer x Reader Headcanons

Day 5: Soulmate AU Din Djarin x Reader Action, Angst, Fluff

Day 6: Picnic Goodnight Robicheaux x Reader Fluff/Cute

Day 7: "You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied." BJ Hunnicutt x Reader Fluff/Angst

Day 8: Fake Date/Partner Jack Daniels "Whiskey" x Reader Romance/Flirting/Jealousy/General *Part Two Coming soon

Day 9: Love Letter Steve Rogers x Reader Angst/Romance

Day 10: Flowers Mr. Darcy; Mr. Bingley; Edmund Bertram; Captain Frederick Wentworth x Reader Fluff Headcanons

Day 11: Stormy Night Poe Dameron x Reader Fluff/Comfort + Little Angst

Day 12: Childhood Sweethearts to Strangers to Lovers Leonard "Bones" McCoy x Reader Angst/Fluffish/Romance

Day 13: Secret Admirer Thorin Oakeshield x Reader Fluff/Romance

Day 14: Proposal John Sheppard x Reader Angst/Fluff

Day 15: Admission Chris Larabee x Reader; Vin Tanner x Reader; Ezra Standish x Reader; Buck Wilmington x Reader; Nathan Jackson x Reader; Josiah Sanchez x Reader; JD Dunne x Reader Headanons+Drabbles; fluff/romance/bit of angst.

Day 16: Bounty Din Djarin x Reader Action/Fluffish

Day 17: Huddles together to keep warm Eddie Brock x Reader Fluff/Cute

Day 18: "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay." Spike x Reader Angst/Bit of whump/Comfort/Fluffish

Day 19: 'Flashback' Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Little Angst/General *Part Two Coming Soon

Day 20: 'Rescue' Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader Action/Angst/Fluff

Day 21: 'Meet-Cute' Cpt. Jonathan Archer x Reader Fluff *Part Two Coming Soon

Day 22: 'Ghost/Haunted' Dean Winchester x Reader Action/Angst

Day 23: 'Jealousy' Benjamin "Hawkeye" Pierce x Reader Angst/Fluff

Day 24: 'Lovers to Enemies/or/Enemies to Lovers Warren Worthington III "Angel" x Reader Angst/Action/Comfort/Fluff

Day 25: 'First Kiss' Headcanons: Merlin x Reader; Arthur x Reader; Gwaine x Reader; Lancelot x Reader; Percival x Reader. Fluff/Romance

Day 26: 'Oh my God there's only one bed' Napoleon Solo x Reader Fluff

Day 27: "I think I'm in love with you" Joshua Faraday x Reader Bit of Angst/Fluff

Day 28: 'Forbidden Love' Thranduil x Reader Romance/Bit of angst/General

Day 29: 'Hair playing/Braiding Thor x Reader Bit of angst/fluff/comfort

Day 30: Cinderella Malcolm Bright x Reader Action/Angst/Romance

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Chapter Summary: You arrive at the town only to unexpectedly run into a relative.

Pairing: Ezra Standish/Reader (Rein in your horses. It’s slow burn)

Words: 3986

Warnings: Always pining.

CHAPTER FIVE: The Trip pt. 2: Meeting the family

PREVIOUS/ NEXT

When you woke in the morning you noticed the fire was out, you glanced over at the horses and saw Ezra tightening the girths. You shifted and remembered the jacket laying over you wasn’t yours. You smiled at it, you stood holding it in your hands. You brushed it off as you walked towards him you came up you his side, holding out the jacket.

“Thank you,” you said suddenly to get his attention.

“It was my pleasure,” He took the jacket, sliding it on. “Good morning, I left you some coffee over on that flat rock there with a sandwich, if you want it.” He waved his hand off in the direction, as he turned his attention back to the horses.

“Thank you, I think I’ll take you up on that. And good morning to you too.” You drank the coffee, fairly quickly as it was just barely warm and finished the sandwich as quickly as possible so you could help him finish packing up and set off to finish the journey.

After another almost full day of riding, with Ezra, though he denied it, taking small naps in the saddle. You finally came up to the town which was still on the smaller side but still quite a bit larger than the strip of road you called home. “I’ve been here before in passing,” Ezra spoke up. “Things can get a little rough at night. How would you feel sharing a hotel room? I’ll take the floor, you take the bed.”

“I would prefer not to put you on the floor, Ezra.”

“And I would prefer not to take the chance of you ending up dead or worse.” He shifted on his horse. “I’d be run out of Four Corners.”

You chuckled looking over at him, but his face was serious and your face fell. “Now you are just being dramatic. Alright.” He dismounted and reached to help you down. You sighed and took his hand as you dismounted. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it before putting back in the crook of his arm. A sensation that could be described as cold electricity ran up your arm.

He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, ”appearances are everything.” You kept quiet and let him lead you into the hotel.

“Hello,” Ezra’s voice was bright and cheery, “I need a room for my wife and I.”

“Name?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Ezra Smith.” The clerk made a few quick notes before retrieving a key. “

“How long will you be staying?”

“Tonight, that’s it.” Ezra finished business and you carried a few supplies to the room. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“The name is a bit mundane,” you teased. “And there are worst fake husbands in the world.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Yes?”

“How have I only known you a short time and you have been my wife twice?”

“You are just lucky,” You both laughed it off as he rolled out his bedroll.

“Well I often consider myself so, this is no exception.” He laid back on the roll, hands behind his head. “Oh, my, my. I swear I could doze off right now.”

“We should get something to eat.”

Dinner was quick and “barely tolerable,” according to Ezra. And as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out from the exhausting trip.

The next morning you woke up to deep, even breathing sounds filling the room. You stretched and sat up. You spotted Ezra who was deep in sleep his coat laid across his chest, a hand resting atop his chest and his other arm at his side. You took a second to admire him and how peaceful he looked. The way his face was relaxed, lips parted, his chest rising and falling steadily. Despite how much you wished you could have stayed there in this quiet moment, you had work to do. So you got up and gently poked him with your foot. “Ezra?”

He shifted, “Darlin, did I not say that morning did not suit me?” His voice was thick and filled with gravel. You laughed and nudged him with your toes again, whilst you tried to rationalized having your heart race at the term of endearment.

“Ezra lets go, I want to get back to town as soon as possible. And I’m assuming you don’t want me leaving by myself.”

Ezra groaned and sat up, “You’re right,” he mumbled rolling his bedroll. He stood stretching out his back and neck. He chucked heading over to the mirror, he scratched at the faint shadow that had grown, “how the others deal with hair on their faces is far beyond my comprehension.” He reached into one of the saddlebags pulling out a few items. “You don’t mind, do you? If I wait till we get back to town I’ll want to -”

You shook your head laughing, “No, no. Go on. If I have to fake being married to you, I want a presentable husband.”

“Ha,ha,” he deadpanned, but you could see the mirth in his eyes from the reflection. You tried to keep yourself busy, but you kept looking over to watch him shave. This comfort in your presence did not go unnoticed. When he was done, he took his sleeve gun rig, moving towards you. “Put out your dominant hand.”

“Why,” you asked while obeying. He placed the rig on your arm getting to work on fastening it.

“I want you to wear this in case we get in trouble,” it sounded so dumb when you thought about it but your heart started to race as he angled himself around you to better fasten the device.

“You plan on getting me in trouble, Standish,” you turned your head towards him as you attempted to joke. But your breath caught even more in your chest. Why in the hell were you acting like this? He was your friend.

“Me,” he feigned hurt, flicking his gaze up to you. “Get you in trouble, darlin’? Never,” he promised as he smiled and winked. There it was again. Darlin’. Since when were you anything besides your name to him. “But trouble has had a tendency of finding me, and no doubt will find you too” He cupped your hand palm-side up, and once again heat was rising in your cheeks and your mouth started to go dry. Maybe you were getting sick, that would explain it.

“I could just carry the gun in my bag.”

“Too slow,” Now, all you have to do is flick your wrist back. About here,” he slowly bent your hand back, his touch gentle as he eased your wrist back. “Just flick it like that.”

You did and the small gun launched into your hand and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You started to grin wildly, “wow. That’s something.”

“Truly one of my best assets. Come on now, you have work to do.”He took no time slipping his revolver into his holster. He grabbed the few things you took in with you, placed on his hat, and out the door he went with you in tow.

After business at the hotel was taken care of you roamed the streets looking for the proper shops for what when you heard your name. You spun and saw a short portly woman in a light green dress coming right for you. Your aunt, “Oh no.”

“Y/N,” she knew that you had seen and heard her, so there no choice but to wait for her to reach you and wrap her arms around you.

“Aunt Katherine! What are you doing here? I thought you were still living back East!” It came out far more panicked then you were intending.

“What’s the harm in wanting to surprise my favorite niece! I should ask you what you are doing here! I thought you were in that little Four Corners town.”

“I am. I came to get supplies we need for our clinic.” That’s when her eyes landed on Ezra who was standing at your elbow, eyes flitting around the crowd before coming back to land on your and your aunt.

“And who is this,” suddenly his face brightened and a charming grin took up most of his face.

“Ezra Standish ma’am.” He stuck his hand out graciously waiting for a hand that never came. He gave a few forced laughs before putting down his hand and continuing. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the seven men that protect our quaint little villa. I’m one of them. I’m making sure one of our healers has safe passage and a traveling companion.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, as if that was going to make your aunt feel any better about him.

“Oh, yes,” her voice dropped a bit. “I had heard. I had also read. I thought that little novel was made up, but more rumors and oral stories came the closer I got.”

“Novel,” Ezra asked, then his face fell, “Oh. Jock Steele.”

“Yes, yes! That’s his name, The Magnificent Seven, have you read it?”

“I’ve heard a few lines as one of my colleagues was reading it. I think I will survive without the rest of that drivel.”

You finally spoke up again, “I’ll let you borrow my copy.” He turned to you, shocked. “What? Though reductive, his portrayals are not that far off. It’s not like I knew I stumbled into the “no-name town’ from the novel. I thought he made it all up too.”

“I think calling it reductive is too generous. From what I understand I was hardly in it.”

You smiled, folding your arms, “Are you just jealous that big bad Chris Larabee got more pages in the ‘drivel’ than you.” He made a disgusted scoff, bringing his hands from his side up to hook into his gun belt.

“Please. I’m just saying there is more to me, and the other’s for that matter, than-”

Your aunt interrupted, “well dear if you need help gathering supplies I’ve been in town for a few days, the stage for your town wasn’t scheduled to leave till tomorrow, I could help you collect what you need.”

You turned to Ezra, “Um, I think I’ll be okay with my aunt don’t you?”

He sucked in his lower lip a second, running his thumb thinking it over, “I’ll stay close by, so you can catch up if you want. I’ll give you privacy. Just yell if you need me.”

You smiled and nodded. “Aye, aye,” you teased giving a mock salute. He gave one back and touched the brim of his hat towards your aunt.

“Pleasure to have met you, ma’am,” he tried but she just turned on her heel and walked away. “That went well.” You shook your head turning to follow your aunt further into town.

“I don’t like him,” you aunt spoke suddenly as you entered a shop.

“Aunt Kay,” you sighed. “Please.”

“He’s a paid gunman! They all are! On top of that, he’s a gambler!”

“No, they’re lawmen. We don’t have a sheriff out there, he ran out. They keep us safe.” You looked through some bottles, inspecting the labels. You hoped she didn’t notice that you didn’t answer the backside of her statement. “They’re my friends.”

“I knew it was dangerous! You should send the supplies with him and come home with me.”

“I like it there,” you looked at her as you paid for the few bottles and herbs you picked up and slipped them into your bag.

“Just look at this town, it’s so small and dusty and barely has anything. And I’m sure your town is worst.”

“You really aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“Just look what the west has done to you! You aren’t wearing a dress and your face is dirty, your hair looks a mess.”

“Dresses are not ideal for long rides Aunt Kay, and trails are dirty, and I need to get back to Four Corners soon. I don’t have time for appearances this moment.”

As you exited you spotted Ezra sitting on the boardwalk surrounded by children, “Now you said it was the six of clubs?” The kids nodded and agreed. “Alright, then let’s spell it out. S-I-X,” He continued like that, laying out face down cards with each letter. When he got to the end he dealt the next card face up producing the six of clubs. The children clapped, asking him to do it again, and to show them another trick. You watched him sweep up the cards, grinning as he began to shuffle the cards, clearly talking them around for another trick.

Your attention was pulled back to your aunt once you entered a different shop. “You are fixing to get yourself killed out there. And all for a man.”

“Excuse me? I want to help people, I can help people out there. Not in the city.”

“Y/F/N, I’ve been looking after you since you were ten. I know what your moony look is, you look at him like he blesses the earth wherever he steps.”

“I do not,” You scoffed. “He saved my life. I owe him that. Besides that, he’s a friend. A close one, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time with him and the other men.”

“Right, you know love may be blind, but the neighbors aren’t.” You groaned again, “ I don’t like it. What about James?”

You shook your head, refusing to look at her. “How did I know this was coming?”

“He was devastated when you left! I thought you two loved one another.”

“He loved me. No, he loved the idealized version of me that he wanted at home and making him sons. He told me ‘you don’t need to worry about medicine anymore.’”

“I thought that was sweet of him! Would it be so horrible to have a safe home life, Y/N? Why can’t you just find yourself a nice young man in the city? Like a banker, or a Lawyer?”

“That’s boring and I like to work! These people need me. You always supported me before”

“I tolerated it. I didn’t know what to do. I thought that was how you were grieving.”

“Really? Because I was under your roof until a few months ago. Don’t you think you should have caught on sooner,” you asked your voice growing as bored and irritated as you felt.

“I wish I did. If I had known you would run off west to a backwater gutter of a town and go falling in love with a gunslinging, cheating bastard, I would have set you up with a nice man long ago.”

You spun on her, rage suddenly taking over you. To fast to control it and hold anything back, “Take it back. You take it back right now. You do not get to talk about my town or him like that. You don’t know them. I do. They are good people.”

“You are not honestly defending them. You’ve only known them a short time. We had a lovely time back in Illinois!”

“I know that they are nice. And they deserve someone to care for them. And I know that I trust them with my life. We are building something great out there, something special. I also know that Ezra and the other 6 men that protect the town are my friends. Ezra is brave, smart, a-and,” You caught yourself. “And I don’t like him that way.”

“I have a chicken that lays golden eggs.” You groaned again, “Fine. Be that way.”

“Maybe it’s best if I finish my shopping on my own,” you attempted to walk away but she grabbed you by the arm. All you could think was to be grateful it wasn’t the one with the rig. You could only imagine how that would go over, it be ugly, uglier.

She held bother your upper arms, forcing you to look at her. “Why won’t you listen to me? I just want what’s best for you.”

“And I found what’s best for me,” you answered honestly, “I’m happy.”

“Fine. Fine, just know that you can always come home. I’ll leave you with your scoundrel.” You raised your head above hers and waited for her to leave you alone. As you heard her footsteps recede you sighed, why couldn’t she just get it?

The rest of the shopping went on without a hitch, some of the larger items you arranged to have sent on the stage. It was almost peaceful if it weren’t your aunts words echoing in your head.

As you were packing up the horses you heard a commotion come from the saloon, then you saw a red-clad form stumble out falling into the dirt. He scrambled up and was bolting for you, You mounted your horse as was running up you heard him shout, “We need to leave!”

“What did you do,” you shouted at him as he mounted hastily, causing the beast to almost rear.

“Listen, the proprietors of that establishment are being generous and are allowing me to leave as long as we are out of their town limits in the next five minutes and I would like to have some room for error. ” He dug his heels into the horse's side and bolted and you followed right after him.

After you had gained quite a bit of ground you slowed your horses, catching your breath. And his was the first to speak. “I apologize. I- Well I was just-”

“It’s fine Ezra, I was about to go in and get you,” you could hear the anger dripping into your voice. You turned to look him over and saw a small gash on his cheek. “Did someone hit you? You’re bleeding, let me help,” you pulled your horse to a stop dismounting and pointing to a small rock. “Sit.”

“He had a hell right hook,” He grumbled as you started soaking a rag in water from your canteen. You stood between his legs, bowing slightly to reach his face. You reached out and held his head in place with one hand as you gently dabbed the rag to the cut and he flinched.

“So did they catch on to the great Ezra Standish?” You glanced at him a brief moment before turning your attention back to his wound.

“No. I caught him. I abhor amateurs,” he scoffed as you adjusted the rag, pressing on the wound.

“You can’t keep that big mouth of your shut can you?” You smiled and his eyes flicked to yours snapping.

“One of my limited number of weaknesses,” he attempted to smile but it ended up a wince.

You scoffed, “Sure. Limited.”

“He did accuse me of cheating though. He saw me with the children, and put together the intelligent thought if I could do card tricks I could cheat.”

“You? Cheat? The nerve of some people,” you chuckled causing him to smile at you.

“I know, the gull it must take to accuse me of such a crime.” You slowly pulled the rag from the wound, looking up at him and letting your hand that was holding him still drop to his shoulder. It was in these few seconds that you finally registered how close you were to him. How easy it would be to just lean up and kiss him. How much you wanted to. Your eyes were drawn to his lips when he licked them. It felt like an eternity in just a few seconds. Even though you swore you felt him start to lean towards you; you stood up quickly with a huff. Leaving yourself a lingering thought of ‘what if,’ which only made your already heated anger, brighter. “There. You should be fine.”

He eyed you suspiciously as you practically threw the rag into the saddlebag, “Are you mad at me? Or something else?”

“My aunt. She wants me to go back east. Get married, have children, be safe. Which means don’t be a doctor.”

“Ulck,” Ezra’s nose crinkled up as he stood up, approaching you slowly. “Sorry, that just. That sounds horrible. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but that doesn’t sound like you.”

“Because it’s not,” you confirmed as you swung around to him. “That’s why I ran out here. I was running from that.”

“May the good Lord help the man whose heart you snare. He has a difficult road ahead of him,” He huffed, but had a warm smile as he swung up into his saddle.

“It wouldn’t be such a hard road if I was listened to,” you bit back, settling up on your own horse.

You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t a soft, “agreed,” as he urged his horse forward.

You had fallen into silence again, which gave your mind time to rehash over what your aunt had said, you started to bristle in your saddle. What did she know? She’d just met Ezra, and she had never been to Four Corners, hell the woman had never been out West except for this trip. Now nothing was going to stop her from trying to drag you home.

Not to mention that moment, hell this whole trip with Ezra at your side. Why did you feel weird when he was close? And why didn’t you do it? Why didn’t you just admit what you wanted and kiss him? Why were you so upset you didn’t kiss him? Why were you so upset about how your aunt insulted Ezra. Well surely you should have been, he was your close companion. Any attack against him felt like a personal attack against you. She had no idea how sweet he was, how kind, how-

Ezra must have noticed your stiffness because he cleared his throat and spoke, “You still thinking about your Aunt?”

“Yeah.” You spoke curtly, hoping he wouldn’t press.

“Ah, yes, I figured that would be sticking with you.”

“She said nasty things about the town.”

“And me I wager,” you snapped your head at him, but he was looking ahead. “I told you. I know that look.”

“She called you a bastard,” you admitted with distaste.

“Technically true,” he still looked ahead, “What else did she say.”

“Called Four Corners a gutter. And that’s just not fair. She has no right to be so,” you sighed. “Sorry, nevermind. It’s stupid I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.”

“You really care about the life you’ve been building. I fail to see how that is stupid.”

“Of course I care. Being in that town is the first time I’ve felt like myself since my dad died. The first time I’ve felt like I wasn’t missing a piece of me. Like I belong.”

Ezra didn’t say anything at first but smiled looking over at you. It was small and tight-lipped, it lifted his eyes slightly as they twinkled with warmth. “And that my dear, that is something beautiful. You should hold onto that tight. That feeling is rare in my opinion.” His face was so vulnerable and sincere as if what you just said struck a chord in him. Oh, you wished he would always look at you like that always.

That’s when it hit you like a hoof to the chest, you loved him.

God damn it.

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Chapter Summary: A trip out of town forces you and Ezra to be alone.

Pairing: Ezra Standish/Reader (Rein in your horses. It’s slow burn)

Words: 2731

Warnings: Always pining.

A/N: This is the longest part so far! Yay?!? Also The day this is posted it’s Anthony Starke’s birthday! YAY!!!

CHAPTER FOUR: The Trip pt. 1

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For a town that sure got you into a load of trouble your first week, it had been quite a few weeks almost a month without an event. Everyone went on, living their lives, fortunately not getting themselves in trouble or injured, or sick. Which meant you spent a lot of time out on the boardwalk, reading, chit-chatting with the few ladies you knew. Some afternoons you sat in the saloon with the men you had grown so fond of and had taken you into the fold like you had always been there.

And as worried you were, things were not weird between you and Ezra. You half expected the man to never look at you, let alone speak to you again after he poured himself out to you. To your surprise, he acted like nothing had happened, in fact, perhaps, things were better. You still talked, laughed, and teased one another. Every so often in the middle of a conversation touching his arm to grab his attention, which you already had.

Then there was that moment he stood behind you, hands on your shoulders, pitching the idea of the ‘Standish Tavern,’ to you. Gesturing around the room, his voice filled with hope and excitement as he described where he’d put the new piano, and fresh tables. And you admit it got to you, you laughed and nodded along. Agreeing that it would be, ‘a sight to behold.’ The excitement in his voice was so genuine, so pure that it made your heart swell. It was like you finally understood why he was such a good conman, the way he laid out the prospect like it was a secret only he and you knew. And you almost believed it, almost. Either way, you thought anyone who wanted something as bad as he wanted this, should get it.

Then it made you think how big that donation was. He must've given well over half of what the cost of that saloon was, setting him back, who knew how long. You were silent for almost the entirety of the night after that. Stuck in contemplation of why the hell he would do that for you. Why would someone ever give up such a large amount of money, to begin with, but set himself back on something he’s clearly dreamed of? You just didn’t understand.

With the all the visual indications that you and Ezra were glued at the hip most days the rest of the boys were growing frustrated. You two danced around one another, always almost meeting in the middle. You were just so damned blind to the other’s advances it seemed.

it was getting so ridiculous that there was a betting pool. Nathan, Josiah and even JD to a degree didn’t think it was quite right to be betting on another man’s love life. The other three defended Ezra would be honored to be the center of a bet, poetic even. Needless to say, the other’s threw in money into the pot.

Also needless to say there were plots to force you together, even the ones who betted against Ezra and you. It was getting painful.

“Mr. Larabee!” Chris looked up where he was whittling a piece of wood.

“Good morning, Miss. Y/L/N. How can I help you?”

“I need to go a few towns over to get some supplies, Nathan and I discussed he should stay, an’ he also said I should ask you or one of the others to go with me in case of trouble.” About this time Buck came wandering up.

“I see, well I’m about to go on border patrol for the town with Buck. But uh,” He glanced around and smiled as his eyes found on Ezra walking across the way. “Hey, Ezra!” The man looked over and Chris motioned him over. “Take Ezra, he’s a talker I hope that’s okay,” Chris shared as Ezra reached you.

“Mr. Larabee, but what do you need?”

“To take one of our doctors out of town to get supplies. Get saddled up.”

“Right, I’ll get your horse, Miss, Y/N,” He touched the brim of his hat with a smile.

“It’ll be a few days, make sure you have your bedroll, I’ll get some food supplies.”

He nodded, “Alright ma’am,” soon you were saddled up and on your way.

Buck sat beside Chris as they watched you and Ezra head off, “Chris, ain’t Josiah and JD already on patrol?”

Chris turned back to his whittling, “Sure are.”

“You sly son of a bitch,” Buck slapped his friend’s back as he laughed.

“Well someone has to point them in the right direction. I’m just getting tired watching them run in circles around each other is all.”

“So you’re talkative,” you started the conversation after about 10 minutes of silence. “Chris promised me talkative.” You laughed as you glanced over at your protector.

“I prefer conversationalist. A quality that some of my partners find annoying I’m sure. I guarantee you Mr. Larabee will never go on patrol with me.” You laughed, “Then again he likes to conduct patrol at dawn or before and I am not equipped for that lifestyle.”

“Not a morning person?”

“I am hardly a daytime person. When you spend nights cleaning out traveling cowboys, you stay up long past the sun. And somedays the feather bed is just too comforting”

“You stack the deck every time?”

“You don’t need to with half of them. Dumber than sand, and drunker than skunks.” You laughed and he glanced at you. “What?”

“Nothing. What else have you done?”

“Plenty. Most I’m not proud of, not anymore. Some I am. In the way of that, they were executed almost perfectly.”

“What is one you are proud of?”

“The time I faked being a preacher sticks out right now. Spoke some scary words about God, the devil,” Suddenly his voice became very theatrical, “the flames of hell licking at their heels.”

You laughed and he grinned at you, “and that worked?”

“That and I did let a few rattlesnakes bite me, without the parts that make them poisonous. Claim my faith makes me whole and healthy. You pass around an offering plate after a performance like that?” He whistled, “That was a good one. It lasted a while too.”

“Wow,” you nodded, chuckling a bit. “Impressive. So, what happened? Or did you just move on?”

Ezra started to laugh a bit nervously, “Well uh, I got run out.”

“Did they find the snakes without their fangs?”

“And some other things. Outstayed my welcome,” He forced out an embarrassed cough before moving on. “How about you, do you have any stories like that?”

You thought for a moment, “Hmm, a few. I didn’t take the fangs out of snakes but, when I was about sixteen my aunt and I moved to Illinois. It was on the smaller side, still quite a bit larger Four Corners. We had a doctor, and if he was in a good mood he let me help him. Mostly he paid me to run errands.

“Anyway my father was not just, ‘unconventional’ for teaching me medicine. He also made sure I could defend myself. As if he knew I was going out west. If those men didn’t ambush me the way they did I could have taken them.”

“Of course,” Ezra nodded, “So what did you do?”

“This man, a loose definition mind you, wanted me to go with him. I said no. He moved to grab my arm and I broke his.”

His eyebrows rocketed skyward, “My, My remind me to never get on your bad side.”

“The best part was that I had to reset it because the doc was outta town.”

He chuckled,”listen, if you are as strong as you say, and you ever want to make some extra money,” He trailed.

“Are you suggesting we hussle the good people of our town?”

“Me? Never. I am only suggesting we could take some of those staggering, over baring oafs down a peg or two. I’m not talking much, but it could be fun.”

“Could be dangerous.”

“Do you honestly think I’d place you in danger. Doesn’t really matter I suppose. It’s not as if Nathan would let me get away with it, even if you did consent.”

You fell silent for a while nothing but the steady beating of hoof beats. It was comfortable and easy like it didn’t matter you weren’t filling the silence. That it was okay to just exist with him. It was okay just to be you with him. Ezra felt the same, swaying in his own saddle. He always felt like he had to fill the void with others, silence had always bugged him, even as a boy. It made him nervous, he didn’t know why. He was afraid of it, that he was sure of. Over the last few years he had grown more comfortable with it with the other men, but you this ease wasn’t practiced, it fell into a place instantly.

Topics shifted easily, laughs intermingled with small talk that disappeared as fast as it started. You pointed out clouds that you thought made shapes, commenting how much you watched clouds when you were younger. Ezra mentioned he was more of a stars person.

“I would love to learn the constellations.”

“I’d be happy to teach them to you sometime. I have found the roof of the hotel is an excellent place to watch the stars”

You snapped your head towards him, “The roof?”

“As much as I appreciate the company of the other men, sometimes one requires some solitude. I have found the hotel preferable. Mr. Tanner prefers the curch’s roof. Often up there with a book, perhaps some of my finer whiskey. Maybe watch the sunset.”

“Huh,” you smiled, “That does sound nice.”

As night started to fall you found someplace near a rock face and a few dead trees, “I think we should rest here. There’s nowhere anyone could ambush us, easily at least. We’ll start a fire. I’ll keep watch, you rest, we’ll continue at dawn break.”

“What about you,” you questioned dismounting and securing your horse to the tree.

“I’ll be fine until we get where we going.” You unpacked your bedroll to lay it near the rock face, doing the same for Ezra’s as he started the fire. You sat back opening the small paper package handing your travel partner a sandwich. “Thank you.”

“You sure you’ll be fine? We can take turns,” you suggested between bites.

“I promise, I’ll be fine. just rest alright?”

“I just think it’ll be better if my assigned protection wasn’t exhausted,” you justified which earned you an exasperated sigh.

“I have gone longer without sleep, my dear. I also happen to be a light sleeper, even if I was to doze off I would wake up.” Now, you let out a sigh resting your head against the rock, turning to look at him.

“You’re stubborn you know that?”

“I have been informed a few times.” You let out a huffed laughed and shook your head.

You watched the sun dip below the horizon, the sky turning brilliant hues of orange and pink. You eased yourself against your bedroll, attempting to get comfortable. “Last time I was out here, I was alone. And thinking that I was never going to find somewhere I could call home. Considering turning back. Wondering If my happiness, if what I wanted was worth it.”

“I’m glad you didn’t turn back,” Ezra poked at the fire with a stick, looking into the flames.

“Me too,” you agreed watching him instead of the fire. “Ezra.” He hummed in response. “Thank you for being a friend and trusting me. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been around someone I’ve felt so comfortable with.”

“I suppose I should thank you for trusting me. Especially after what I told you.”

“Like I said, you are a good man.”

Ezra scoffed and shook his head, “Hardly, my dear girl please do not let my manners fool you.”

“You are definitely not a bad man. I know those like the back of my hand. I’ve broken their hands”

“I know I’m not good,” he huffed still staring into the fire.

“I guess we are just at an impasse then?”

Ezra chuckled, “I guess so. Just don’t bet me to prove you wrong.”

“It’s a deal, Ezra.” You chuckled looking over at him and he returned it over his shoulder, biting his tongue between his lip and top teeth. He turned back to the fire and you decided to rest your eyes falling into a deep sleep.

Ezra stood stretching stepping towards his horse, “Hey boy.” Chaucer tossed his head and nosed his waist pocket, “What? We have a sweet tooth today?” Ezra pulled out a sugar cube offering it to the horse. He turn back towards you as the pony nibbled at his hand. “She’s beautiful, wouldn’t you agree, Chaucer?” The horse whinnied, “What am I to do about her? I swear, she occupies nearly every thought. I’ve never-” he trailed off, shaking his head. “What do I do?” Chaucer pushed his nose against Ezra’s back forcing him to take a few steps forward. “What?” He was pushed forward again and the horse nickered. Ezra gently pushed the nose back, starting to chuckle. “Oh, what do you know? You’re a horse.” Just then your pony snorted, “alright, alright hush.” He moved over to where you had tied her down. “Just as vocal as your partner? I wasn’t going to forget you.” He pulled out a sugar cube and fed it to the mare. He patted the side of her neck. “See? I couldn’t forget someone as pretty as you. Maybe I owe you a thank you. For carrying her out here to me.” The horse tossed her head, “I’m going to take that as you’re welcome,” she said as he patted the soft nose and started to walk away.

He made his way back over to you and the fire. You had your arms around you tightly as if you were trying to pull your jacket tighter in your sleep. Ezra watched as you shivered suddenly, it was so violent it woke you. This caused you to look around in a blurry confused manner.

Pulling off his jacket he made his way to you. “Here, you must be freezing. Can’t have you catching a cold.”

“Huh,” you looked up in sleep-idled confusion to see him standing above you laying his jacket over your shivering form. “What about you?” You reached out and grabbed his hand. “Won’t you be cold?”

“Thick skin,” Ezra joked and attempted to pull away but you refuse to let go.

“Says your cold hands. Sit next to me, I don’t want you to catch your death because of me.”

“I-I have the fire. Don’t worry about me, darlin’.”

“I want to,” You sat up, yawning. “You have spent all this time worrying over me. Let me return the favor.”

“I’m fine,” he insisted.

You screwed up your face in a defiant determination, “What if I’m still cold? We don’t have extra blankets and I’m not so good sleeping that close to the light.” It was a dirty trick to get him close, you knew that. Using this as an excuse to get close to him, to have an excuse to touch him. But in all honesty, you were worried about his health too. The winds could whip and nip at noses and fingers. Ezra stood still a minute rubbing his thumb against his pointer and middle finger in a nervous gesture.

“It would be right unkind of me then to abandon you.”

“Certainly would,” you smiled widely as he settled next to you pressing his shoulder against yours. You shifted his jacket so it covered mostly him. “Much obliged, Mr. Standish.”

You fell asleep quickly, your head lolling over onto Ezra’s shoulder, your breathing deep and even. Slowly he pulled out his arm, reaching slowly, as not to wake you, around your shoulders. He pulled you in a bit closer, for the pure reason of making sure that you were warm and comfortable. As any gentleman would do, he told himself. He rested his head against the rock behind him, before mumbling to himself. “What am I to do?”

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