Closing the Distance

Ezra AU x Seraphina (plus size OFC)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.2k

Warnings: Ezra is a warning, alcohol use, food mention (I finally got him to cook!), tension of various kinds 👀

Summary: Ezra and Seraphina have agreed to dinner. He cooks, she serves the liquor.

Notes: More interaction with these two and I’m getting more used to writing Ezra’s speech pattern as I understand it. 🥸 Might be a time skip

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

Ezra was two minutes early. He’d made his shrimp gumbo, the fragrance of the spices seeped out from under the top that jiggled when he walked up her stairs. Seraphina insisted that he come in through the front.

“Guests come in through the front door. Those you want to hide enter in the back.” She told him as they planned for the evening.

Ezra retorted, “Even if I were to enter from the rear my dear Sundrop, my presence would be known no matter my status. I don’t mind if you feel the need to hide me, as long as I am allowed in.” He’d left her with that line after they made plans to have dinner that night.

@nerdieforpedro I am late to the dinner party, but I'm here! *tucks my napkin into my t-shirt*

His wore a pair of black slacks with a white t-shirt, it hugged his biceps and chest, with a v-neck that dipped and exposed his collarbone. It glistened with the humidity almost as brightly as the smile he had when he stood on her front porch, a bottle of Jack Daniels was under his arm. <- OK, If I had this waiting at my doorstep? *le SWOON*

She might say too generous and too chunky, Ezra felt they were just fine, more for him to hold and explore - when the time was right. <- I like how he tempers his passion with his gentlemanly nature. Respectful but appreciative.

Now this phrase -> Our distance has decreased. <- I heard this in Ezra's smooth drawl. The double meaning. Still respectful, but becoming more comfortable in making his intentions known.

They both just seem at home with each other. Nothing feels forced or awkward. They're slowly allowing themselves to be vulnerable with each other. I like that.

Looking forward to the next chapter!

Maggie!! You understand the vision!!! 🥰🥰🥰

I mean Ezra dressed up. With a slight shine to him at your door with food and drink. 😭😭😭 I took a pause when I wrote it.

I wanted their conversation to flow naturally, playful but they’re getting to know each other in person since they have some ideas formed about one another from their observations. They’ve alright got one foot in. Now the other one is crossing the threshold so to speak.

Ezra is a respectful scoundrel. He’ll let his intentions be known but never in a crass way. Unless you tell him that’s fine and he’ll be in full support of it. 👀 Maybe. No, definitely like 100%

I see you over there

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 844

Warnings: alcohol use, mutual voyeurism, bad memories, squint and there may have been a thot or two

Summary: One of the first times the pair sees each other from across the lake.

Notes: Are These two finally in sort of the same space? 👀 The burn is slow, but they'll actually meet in person next week and I'll have Ezra talk more. 😆 I'm not as scared to have the man speak and he will be talking quite a bit. lol

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

A wide yawn escapes your chest as you stretch after coming out on your porch and pouring a drink. You’re aware that this isn’t healthy and it doesn’t even promote the correct cycles needed during sleep but it doesn’t matter. After a few drinks and the night air, you should be able to slink into bed. You’ve learned that you should have no more than four, anymore and you’ll be sleeping outside and make yourself sick. Picking up your glass of orange juice and rum, you glance across the lake and someone watching you from their porch. It doesn’t feel strange like you’d expect it to. Despite not being able to see his face clearly, you can make out his eyes. They’re dark and peering into yours.

Their eyes meet and it’s as if the insects and water are giving them the moment to comprehend each other. There’s no reason to try to speak while gazing at each other. Both parties are bewildered, intrigued and wondering if their minds are taking advantage of their addled state to showcase possible desires. Ezra makes the first move to sip on his second glass and the moonbeam he’s watching does the same. Now mirroring each other’s movements, he sat back in the chair to relax as she was. He did not close her legs as she did however, he assumed she did so because she’s in her nightgown and it’s considered ladylike. There’s nothing polite at this time of night or morning. He was sure when he came out, it was four in the morning. He was curious what time it was now and how long she would be up. If this was a normal night, he may be inclined to walk around the lake and introduce himself but he’s not in the mood for that, not after the memories he’d seen. Those do not inspire any amorous acts, quite the opposite which is why he’s out here in the first place. Ezra would venture a tentative guess that you’ve tried various methods to sleep and you’re at your wit’s end as well. 

Their continued measured watch of each other appeared to continue for hours and yet, neither was bored. You decided to drape your robe over your legs so you could part them once again, your thighs were beginning to moisten from the humidity and you were now on your third glass. Was it only from the alcohol? It might be or you may be considering that you’re seeing this man for a reason. You’ve at least confirmed that he is in fact real and he’s observing you. It makes you wonder why he could have gone into his house upon seeing you come out, but he didn’t. Instead, he chose to watch you in your nightgown. It should be disturbing but, it doesn’t feel like he’s leering just trying to figure out what makes you tick as you are with him. 

You felt the elusive darkness beginning to dress your eyes. You stood first, gathering your bonnet and robe, giving the man with a blonde patch a small wave. It felt disrespectful to leave without acknowledging him as you’d spent the evening together listening to the sounds of nature as you drank, trying to chase for the rest you needed. Making your way back into your house, you stood at the screen door before closing the back door behind it, giving him another wave along with a nod. You feel he’ll be back out on his porch another night and you’re hoping to see him again.

Ezra is curious if you’ll come back out again. He may have frightened you with his intense gaze. The light appears to be on in what is likely your kitchen or dining room. He pictures you putting away your liquor and juice, washing out your cup and getting in your bed. You’ve probably put your bonnet back on and he tries to picture a round face with expansive satin above your head. It makes him chuckle as he finishes his glass. Standing, he remains still for a moment as he’s swaying with the wind. Once steady on his feet, he picks up his own bottle and enters his home, rinsing his glass out in the sink and putting it away for another night. Heavy steps lead to his bed where he strips his shirt off and his shorts, getting in the bed naked. It was too hot even for boxers, only a thin sheet he pulled over himself as he mind began to shut down and he was left with the image of the moonbeam he saw from his porch. Undeterred with his eyes trailed on you, he recalled when you first sat down at your most relaxed before you noticed him. Leaning back, hands on the armrests of your rocking chair, your pale nightgown giving you a faint glow and the moonlight reflected off of your thighs, the picture Ezra created in his mind of you eased him into a deep slumber. The first in a long time. 

Part Two Part Four

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I cannot wait for these two to meet 😍

They’ve been keeping a watchful eye over the other. 👀 What will happen when they meet finally? 😊

The Solitary Captain’s Circumstances

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 945

Warnings: crime, heist, police involved shooting, death, Ezra being cute also disturbed, anxiety, PTSD, alcohol, fire, nightmares, voyeurism,

Notes: We’re continuing to introduce our lovely pair. It’s Ezra side of things. How he got to where he is now and what he may be dealing with. My bad Ezra, he is a very haunted pookie. I left him his other arm so something had to go. 👀 I might be a tad deranged.

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

Ezra used to be able to sleep anywhere. It was a necessity of maybe having a life that was outside of the conventions of society. He needed adequate rest to be able to plan, scheme and think. That period of his life is over, he’s had his large paydays and invested the money in his home, his airboat which he does some tours occasionally and in his charge Cee. She was an unforeseen variable at the end of a heist fifteen years ago with her father Damon. The dim-witted sod hadn’t fully grasped the escape plan that was gone over thrice in detail leading to him being on the wrong end of the police’s overzealous shooting. The man’s light was snuffed out in a violent instant.

His death allowed for the crew’s escape and for them to sort out which of their band of scoundrels would care for a wee human of four years old. Arguments ensued so Ezra suggested a completely diplomatic and fair way would be to draw straws. “The smallest straw gets the short stack.” He recalled stating. He always overestimated his luck in these situations and had the shortest straw. Since he had proposed the idea, he couldn’t back out. Thus began his journey with the child Cee.

Things were tenuous at first but they worked out she’s to call him ‘Uncle’ or Mr. Ezra. It worked better in social situations and she became his little ‘Birdie.’ Scaling down the jobs he took on to mitigate risk was a challenge and were worth less but he had to live not only for himself now. The pair moved around some before he enrolled her in school in Louisiana but ensured that he taught her when she came home in the evenings and on the weekends. The child hated the extra lesions, but it enabled her to be leagues ahead of her peers as far as studies went. Ezra was determined not to suffer another fool and would do what he could so that Cee wouldn’t follow in her father’s steps of idiocy. The results of his care, diligence and support was realized at both her high school graduation which he had never imagined attending anyone’s graduation except his own and to travel with his charge to see the college she’d chosen.

Cee was away studying at Columbia University as she’d gotten a full scholarship with room and board on her own merits. Ezra did not have much to hang any pride on as he viewed it a way to a quick death but he couldn’t help but feel well pleased that he’d had some part in her success.

His charge would write and call, which he’d accept, not letting on how happy he was that she’d call. On the last break, Cee visited with her girlfriend Zora and they stayed at his home. The young woman he’d raised expressed concern about the circles under his eyes and his unfocused eyes. Ezra denied her claims stating, “I am fine my sweet Bird. It’s something you’ll encounter when you reach the privilege of middle age Birdie. This weariness of life. I will find my way through it and gallop to the other side.” She shook her head and laughed him off as the three spent time together and Ezra drove them to the airport. It was rare that they embraced but it felt appropriate as he knew it would be a while yet before he saw his little Bird again.

It was roughly a month ago that he first saw the striking vision that was across his lake.

He’s come out to his porch after spraying on some bug repellent. He brought out his whiskey and glass. He had closed his eyes and was confronted with the scars that remained on his soul. He’d long thought that he rationalized them away. It was part of the life he once lived but not now. The still eyes and distorted features that he saw through the fire… “Dammit to hell. The shit’s still there. It was for a reason, there were reasons behind all of it, why must I recall that now?” His fingers massaged his temple as he poured his first glass of the night. He quickly swallowed the alcoholic elixir and peered up at the moon. It was full tonight and dancing across the small waves on the lake’s surface.

A moonbeam. It’s the first thing he thought of when he saw her. She was wearing a white nightgown - if he had to guess cotton with a thin robe about her shoulders that she decided to slip off. That’s a good choice, it’s a bit warm out tonight. Her hair is under a purple bonnet which she removes as well and sets it on top of the robe, both are on the back of her rocking chair. Black voluminous hair fell around her shoulders, it looked pillowy to the touch like the rest of its owner. Her substantial legs carried her to a small table beside her where she lit a candle. The minimal light makes her face glow. He can make out full lips, round cheeks and bright eyes behind her glasses. She eases down into her rocking chair and pours herself a brown liquid that looks similar to his and orange juice maybe? Well she could be one for mixed drinks. He wonders why she would be up at this ungodly hour drinking? She couldn’t have similar demons to him could she? Maybe some unknown or known fears? Could she be separating herself from someone inside the home?

Ezra is left with many questions and no answers. This does not please him.

Part One Part Three

Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal

This was so sweet, learning more about Ezra. He can be quite the enigma. He clearly has a lovely relationship with Cee.

Ezra would never say so because it doesn’t fit being a past scoundrel but he’s a marshmallow. ☺️

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

I am finally diving into this, and Nerdie my sweet, you have hooked me again.

The binge has begun!

I hope you enjoy the ride! 🥰

I see you over there

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 844

Warnings: alcohol use, mutual voyeurism, bad memories, squint and there may have been a thot or two

Summary: One of the first times the pair sees each other from across the lake.

Notes: Are These two finally in sort of the same space? 👀 The burn is slow, but they'll actually meet in person next week and I'll have Ezra talk more. 😆 I'm not as scared to have the man speak and he will be talking quite a bit. lol

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

A wide yawn escapes your chest as you stretch after coming out on your porch and pouring a drink. You’re aware that this isn’t healthy and it doesn’t even promote the correct cycles needed during sleep but it doesn’t matter. After a few drinks and the night air, you should be able to slink into bed. You’ve learned that you should have no more than four, anymore and you’ll be sleeping outside and make yourself sick. Picking up your glass of orange juice and rum, you glance across the lake and someone watching you from their porch. It doesn’t feel strange like you’d expect it to. Despite not being able to see his face clearly, you can make out his eyes. They’re dark and peering into yours.

Their eyes meet and it’s as if the insects and water are giving them the moment to comprehend each other. There’s no reason to try to speak while gazing at each other. Both parties are bewildered, intrigued and wondering if their minds are taking advantage of their addled state to showcase possible desires. Ezra makes the first move to sip on his second glass and the moonbeam he’s watching does the same. Now mirroring each other’s movements, he sat back in the chair to relax as she was. He did not close her legs as she did however, he assumed she did so because she’s in her nightgown and it’s considered ladylike. There’s nothing polite at this time of night or morning. He was sure when he came out, it was four in the morning. He was curious what time it was now and how long she would be up. If this was a normal night, he may be inclined to walk around the lake and introduce himself but he’s not in the mood for that, not after the memories he’d seen. Those do not inspire any amorous acts, quite the opposite which is why he’s out here in the first place. Ezra would venture a tentative guess that you’ve tried various methods to sleep and you’re at your wit’s end as well. 

Their continued measured watch of each other appeared to continue for hours and yet, neither was bored. You decided to drape your robe over your legs so you could part them once again, your thighs were beginning to moisten from the humidity and you were now on your third glass. Was it only from the alcohol? It might be or you may be considering that you’re seeing this man for a reason. You’ve at least confirmed that he is in fact real and he’s observing you. It makes you wonder why he could have gone into his house upon seeing you come out, but he didn’t. Instead, he chose to watch you in your nightgown. It should be disturbing but, it doesn’t feel like he’s leering just trying to figure out what makes you tick as you are with him. 

You felt the elusive darkness beginning to dress your eyes. You stood first, gathering your bonnet and robe, giving the man with a blonde patch a small wave. It felt disrespectful to leave without acknowledging him as you’d spent the evening together listening to the sounds of nature as you drank, trying to chase for the rest you needed. Making your way back into your house, you stood at the screen door before closing the back door behind it, giving him another wave along with a nod. You feel he’ll be back out on his porch another night and you’re hoping to see him again.

Ezra is curious if you’ll come back out again. He may have frightened you with his intense gaze. The light appears to be on in what is likely your kitchen or dining room. He pictures you putting away your liquor and juice, washing out your cup and getting in your bed. You’ve probably put your bonnet back on and he tries to picture a round face with expansive satin above your head. It makes him chuckle as he finishes his glass. Standing, he remains still for a moment as he’s swaying with the wind. Once steady on his feet, he picks up his own bottle and enters his home, rinsing his glass out in the sink and putting it away for another night. Heavy steps lead to his bed where he strips his shirt off and his shorts, getting in the bed naked. It was too hot even for boxers, only a thin sheet he pulled over himself as he mind began to shut down and he was left with the image of the moonbeam he saw from his porch. Undeterred with his eyes trailed on you, he recalled when you first sat down at your most relaxed before you noticed him. Leaning back, hands on the armrests of your rocking chair, your pale nightgown giving you a faint glow and the moonlight reflected off of your thighs, the picture Ezra created in his mind of you eased him into a deep slumber. The first in a long time. 

Part Two Part Four

Fireflies floating around the lake 💡: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker

I am loving this so far, Nerdie. How atmospheric it is. How so little is happening (yet) but I’m still holding my breath. I’m looking forward to these two meeting in person soon.

Hehe 😉 I think you’ll enjoy their meeting. ☺️ I enjoyed writing it.

This part in particular I enjoyed describing what was going on around them and what they both were seeing. I wanted to do a post without dialogue. 😀

I see you over there

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 844

Warnings: alcohol use, mutual voyeurism, bad memories, squint and there may have been a thot or two

Summary: One of the first times the pair sees each other from across the lake.

Notes: Are These two finally in sort of the same space? 👀 The burn is slow, but they'll actually meet in person next week and I'll have Ezra talk more. 😆 I'm not as scared to have the man speak and he will be talking quite a bit. lol

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

A wide yawn escapes your chest as you stretch after coming out on your porch and pouring a drink. You’re aware that this isn’t healthy and it doesn’t even promote the correct cycles needed during sleep but it doesn’t matter. After a few drinks and the night air, you should be able to slink into bed. You’ve learned that you should have no more than four, anymore and you’ll be sleeping outside and make yourself sick. Picking up your glass of orange juice and rum, you glance across the lake and someone watching you from their porch. It doesn’t feel strange like you’d expect it to. Despite not being able to see his face clearly, you can make out his eyes. They’re dark and peering into yours.

Their eyes meet and it’s as if the insects and water are giving them the moment to comprehend each other. There’s no reason to try to speak while gazing at each other. Both parties are bewildered, intrigued and wondering if their minds are taking advantage of their addled state to showcase possible desires. Ezra makes the first move to sip on his second glass and the moonbeam he’s watching does the same. Now mirroring each other’s movements, he sat back in the chair to relax as she was. He did not close her legs as she did however, he assumed she did so because she’s in her nightgown and it’s considered ladylike. There’s nothing polite at this time of night or morning. He was sure when he came out, it was four in the morning. He was curious what time it was now and how long she would be up. If this was a normal night, he may be inclined to walk around the lake and introduce himself but he’s not in the mood for that, not after the memories he’d seen. Those do not inspire any amorous acts, quite the opposite which is why he’s out here in the first place. Ezra would venture a tentative guess that you’ve tried various methods to sleep and you’re at your wit’s end as well. 

Their continued measured watch of each other appeared to continue for hours and yet, neither was bored. You decided to drape your robe over your legs so you could part them once again, your thighs were beginning to moisten from the humidity and you were now on your third glass. Was it only from the alcohol? It might be or you may be considering that you’re seeing this man for a reason. You’ve at least confirmed that he is in fact real and he’s observing you. It makes you wonder why he could have gone into his house upon seeing you come out, but he didn’t. Instead, he chose to watch you in your nightgown. It should be disturbing but, it doesn’t feel like he’s leering just trying to figure out what makes you tick as you are with him. 

You felt the elusive darkness beginning to dress your eyes. You stood first, gathering your bonnet and robe, giving the man with a blonde patch a small wave. It felt disrespectful to leave without acknowledging him as you’d spent the evening together listening to the sounds of nature as you drank, trying to chase for the rest you needed. Making your way back into your house, you stood at the screen door before closing the back door behind it, giving him another wave along with a nod. You feel he’ll be back out on his porch another night and you’re hoping to see him again.

Ezra is curious if you’ll come back out again. He may have frightened you with his intense gaze. The light appears to be on in what is likely your kitchen or dining room. He pictures you putting away your liquor and juice, washing out your cup and getting in your bed. You’ve probably put your bonnet back on and he tries to picture a round face with expansive satin above your head. It makes him chuckle as he finishes his glass. Standing, he remains still for a moment as he’s swaying with the wind. Once steady on his feet, he picks up his own bottle and enters his home, rinsing his glass out in the sink and putting it away for another night. Heavy steps lead to his bed where he strips his shirt off and his shorts, getting in the bed naked. It was too hot even for boxers, only a thin sheet he pulled over himself as he mind began to shut down and he was left with the image of the moonbeam he saw from his porch. Undeterred with his eyes trailed on you, he recalled when you first sat down at your most relaxed before you noticed him. Leaning back, hands on the armrests of your rocking chair, your pale nightgown giving you a faint glow and the moonlight reflected off of your thighs, the picture Ezra created in his mind of you eased him into a deep slumber. The first in a long time. 

Part Two Part Four

Fireflies floating around the lake 💡: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker

Awwww 🥹🥹🥹 Ezra is so sweet 🥹🥹🥹🥹

He is. 🥰 Wait until this Sunday. 😚 You’ll see.

The Solitary Captain’s Circumstances

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 945

Warnings: crime, heist, police involved shooting, death, Ezra being cute also disturbed, anxiety, PTSD, alcohol, fire, nightmares, voyeurism,

Notes: We’re continuing to introduce our lovely pair. It’s Ezra side of things. How he got to where he is now and what he may be dealing with. My bad Ezra, he is a very haunted pookie. I left him his other arm so something had to go. 👀 I might be a tad deranged.

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

Ezra used to be able to sleep anywhere. It was a necessity of maybe having a life that was outside of the conventions of society. He needed adequate rest to be able to plan, scheme and think. That period of his life is over, he’s had his large paydays and invested the money in his home, his airboat which he does some tours occasionally and in his charge Cee. She was an unforeseen variable at the end of a heist fifteen years ago with her father Damon. The dim-witted sod hadn’t fully grasped the escape plan that was gone over thrice in detail leading to him being on the wrong end of the police’s overzealous shooting. The man’s light was snuffed out in a violent instant.

His death allowed for the crew’s escape and for them to sort out which of their band of scoundrels would care for a wee human of four years old. Arguments ensued so Ezra suggested a completely diplomatic and fair way would be to draw straws. “The smallest straw gets the short stack.” He recalled stating. He always overestimated his luck in these situations and had the shortest straw. Since he had proposed the idea, he couldn’t back out. Thus began his journey with the child Cee.

Things were tenuous at first but they worked out she’s to call him ‘Uncle’ or Mr. Ezra. It worked better in social situations and she became his little ‘Birdie.’ Scaling down the jobs he took on to mitigate risk was a challenge and were worth less but he had to live not only for himself now. The pair moved around some before he enrolled her in school in Louisiana but ensured that he taught her when she came home in the evenings and on the weekends. The child hated the extra lesions, but it enabled her to be leagues ahead of her peers as far as studies went. Ezra was determined not to suffer another fool and would do what he could so that Cee wouldn’t follow in her father’s steps of idiocy. The results of his care, diligence and support was realized at both her high school graduation which he had never imagined attending anyone’s graduation except his own and to travel with his charge to see the college she’d chosen.

Cee was away studying at Columbia University as she’d gotten a full scholarship with room and board on her own merits. Ezra did not have much to hang any pride on as he viewed it a way to a quick death but he couldn’t help but feel well pleased that he’d had some part in her success.

His charge would write and call, which he’d accept, not letting on how happy he was that she’d call. On the last break, Cee visited with her girlfriend Zora and they stayed at his home. The young woman he’d raised expressed concern about the circles under his eyes and his unfocused eyes. Ezra denied her claims stating, “I am fine my sweet Bird. It’s something you’ll encounter when you reach the privilege of middle age Birdie. This weariness of life. I will find my way through it and gallop to the other side.” She shook her head and laughed him off as the three spent time together and Ezra drove them to the airport. It was rare that they embraced but it felt appropriate as he knew it would be a while yet before he saw his little Bird again.

It was roughly a month ago that he first saw the striking vision that was across his lake.

He’s come out to his porch after spraying on some bug repellent. He brought out his whiskey and glass. He had closed his eyes and was confronted with the scars that remained on his soul. He’d long thought that he rationalized them away. It was part of the life he once lived but not now. The still eyes and distorted features that he saw through the fire… “Dammit to hell. The shit’s still there. It was for a reason, there were reasons behind all of it, why must I recall that now?” His fingers massaged his temple as he poured his first glass of the night. He quickly swallowed the alcoholic elixir and peered up at the moon. It was full tonight and dancing across the small waves on the lake’s surface.

A moonbeam. It’s the first thing he thought of when he saw her. She was wearing a white nightgown - if he had to guess cotton with a thin robe about her shoulders that she decided to slip off. That’s a good choice, it’s a bit warm out tonight. Her hair is under a purple bonnet which she removes as well and sets it on top of the robe, both are on the back of her rocking chair. Black voluminous hair fell around her shoulders, it looked pillowy to the touch like the rest of its owner. Her substantial legs carried her to a small table beside her where she lit a candle. The minimal light makes her face glow. He can make out full lips, round cheeks and bright eyes behind her glasses. She eases down into her rocking chair and pours herself a brown liquid that looks similar to his and orange juice maybe? Well she could be one for mixed drinks. He wonders why she would be up at this ungodly hour drinking? She couldn’t have similar demons to him could she? Maybe some unknown or known fears? Could she be separating herself from someone inside the home?

Ezra is left with many questions and no answers. This does not please him.

Part One Part Three

Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal

I love that they both wonder about each other. And despite the grumbling, he took care of Cee 🥹🥹

Ezra is a man of his word. He uses a lot of them, but he means all of them. 😚 Cee’s became the pride he never thought he would have.

Thanks for reading. ☺️

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

Oh i love this. Ive had those nights, where nothing seems to fn work 😪 here for this 👏🏽 except the yellow crocs 👀🤣🤣🤣

Don’t speak ill of the yellow crocs! Put respect on their name. 😆 Yeah our ofc is not sleeping well. 🤣🤣🤣

The Solitary Captain’s Circumstances

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 945

Warnings: crime, heist, police involved shooting, death, Ezra being cute also disturbed, anxiety, PTSD, alcohol, fire, nightmares, voyeurism,

Notes: We’re continuing to introduce our lovely pair. It’s Ezra side of things. How he got to where he is now and what he may be dealing with. My bad Ezra, he is a very haunted pookie. I left him his other arm so something had to go. 👀 I might be a tad deranged.

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

Ezra used to be able to sleep anywhere. It was a necessity of maybe having a life that was outside of the conventions of society. He needed adequate rest to be able to plan, scheme and think. That period of his life is over, he’s had his large paydays and invested the money in his home, his airboat which he does some tours occasionally and in his charge Cee. She was an unforeseen variable at the end of a heist fifteen years ago with her father Damon. The dim-witted sod hadn’t fully grasped the escape plan that was gone over thrice in detail leading to him being on the wrong end of the police’s overzealous shooting. The man’s light was snuffed out in a violent instant.

His death allowed for the crew’s escape and for them to sort out which of their band of scoundrels would care for a wee human of four years old. Arguments ensued so Ezra suggested a completely diplomatic and fair way would be to draw straws. “The smallest straw gets the short stack.” He recalled stating. He always overestimated his luck in these situations and had the shortest straw. Since he had proposed the idea, he couldn’t back out. Thus began his journey with the child Cee.

Things were tenuous at first but they worked out she’s to call him ‘Uncle’ or Mr. Ezra. It worked better in social situations and she became his little ‘Birdie.’ Scaling down the jobs he took on to mitigate risk was a challenge and were worth less but he had to live not only for himself now. The pair moved around some before he enrolled her in school in Louisiana but ensured that he taught her when she came home in the evenings and on the weekends. The child hated the extra lesions, but it enabled her to be leagues ahead of her peers as far as studies went. Ezra was determined not to suffer another fool and would do what he could so that Cee wouldn’t follow in her father’s steps of idiocy. The results of his care, diligence and support was realized at both her high school graduation which he had never imagined attending anyone’s graduation except his own and to travel with his charge to see the college she’d chosen.

Cee was away studying at Columbia University as she’d gotten a full scholarship with room and board on her own merits. Ezra did not have much to hang any pride on as he viewed it a way to a quick death but he couldn’t help but feel well pleased that he’d had some part in her success.

His charge would write and call, which he’d accept, not letting on how happy he was that she’d call. On the last break, Cee visited with her girlfriend Zora and they stayed at his home. The young woman he’d raised expressed concern about the circles under his eyes and his unfocused eyes. Ezra denied her claims stating, “I am fine my sweet Bird. It’s something you’ll encounter when you reach the privilege of middle age Birdie. This weariness of life. I will find my way through it and gallop to the other side.” She shook her head and laughed him off as the three spent time together and Ezra drove them to the airport. It was rare that they embraced but it felt appropriate as he knew it would be a while yet before he saw his little Bird again.

It was roughly a month ago that he first saw the striking vision that was across his lake.

He’s come out to his porch after spraying on some bug repellent. He brought out his whiskey and glass. He had closed his eyes and was confronted with the scars that remained on his soul. He’d long thought that he rationalized them away. It was part of the life he once lived but not now. The still eyes and distorted features that he saw through the fire… “Dammit to hell. The shit’s still there. It was for a reason, there were reasons behind all of it, why must I recall that now?” His fingers massaged his temple as he poured his first glass of the night. He quickly swallowed the alcoholic elixir and peered up at the moon. It was full tonight and dancing across the small waves on the lake’s surface.

A moonbeam. It’s the first thing he thought of when he saw her. She was wearing a white nightgown - if he had to guess cotton with a thin robe about her shoulders that she decided to slip off. That’s a good choice, it’s a bit warm out tonight. Her hair is under a purple bonnet which she removes as well and sets it on top of the robe, both are on the back of her rocking chair. Black voluminous hair fell around her shoulders, it looked pillowy to the touch like the rest of its owner. Her substantial legs carried her to a small table beside her where she lit a candle. The minimal light makes her face glow. He can make out full lips, round cheeks and bright eyes behind her glasses. She eases down into her rocking chair and pours herself a brown liquid that looks similar to his and orange juice maybe? Well she could be one for mixed drinks. He wonders why she would be up at this ungodly hour drinking? She couldn’t have similar demons to him could she? Maybe some unknown or known fears? Could she be separating herself from someone inside the home?

Ezra is left with many questions and no answers. This does not please him.

Part One Part Three

Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal

I really like the way this story is taking shape. Your descriptions are so vivid. And the narration is succint but eloquent in giving us the backstory of Ezra and Cee and our nurse reader. Eagerly waiting for more!

Awww 🥰 Thank you so much. I didn’t want to belabor his background too much but also provide context for why he’d be up so late at night.

I think you’ll enjoy the next part if you liked this. ❤️

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

I hate hot, muggy nights. But if I had a view of shirtless Ezra from across the way on a warm moonlit night…I could live with that. 😇

Hot and muggy sucks but a shirtless Ezra makes any night better. ☺️ Thanks for reading.

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

Nerdie, I love the evening atmosphere you created. And the tone - feeling unsettled in peaceful surroundings - is captured by the whirlwind of thoughts, both about work and your curiosity about your neighbor. A great introduction. 💚

Ahh 😌 Thank you so much Maggie. 🥰 I’m glad you enjoyed. I was doing my best to ensure readers could really picture what she was thinking and why she would be going out on the porch. ❤️

I’m thinking of posting part two next Sunday with Ezra’s perspective 🤭

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

I’m glad you enjoyed it. ☺️ I was trying to make it lyrically sound like Ezra is. 💜