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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.

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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Current Mood? Ezra Standish drinking and avoiding responsibilities.

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Finally finished this boy like yesterday.

I’m pretty damn happy with this, it’s been a long while since I’ve done a portrait it felt really good to get this out.

In other news, I started another one...

And my plan is to do the rest of the 7....because I really like faces

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I always just want to hold Ezra close after Serpents. Those heartbroken faces.....Really beautiful acting on Anthony’s part. The emotions are so raw and real.

#Ezra Standish #magnifcent seven #Mag 7

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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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