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Red in Morning

Solisequious, Chapter 3

(Cyborg!Ezra x F!Reader with last name) [+18]

You glanced at them briefly, your eyes flicking between his mouth and his eyes, trying not to think too hard about what it would be like to kiss him. Your imagination would have done little justice anyway, because Ezra was thinking the same thing, and decided to lean in and make it a reality.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.5k

Content warnings: EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK! Pining, food play if you really squint, gentlemanly Ezra, the best kiss scene I think I've ever written, original scenes, monster fights, KAIJU, death of a side character (sorry), nefarious intentions, SMUT! rushed, rough sex, inappropriate use of a prosthetic, biting, dirty talk, oh it is juicy.

A/N: Thank you guys for your patience with this slow burn! Sorry it came out longer than I wanted it to, but it's pretty juicy, so I hope that makes up for the word count. Special thanks to @thepoisonofgod for the gif help!

The Etherium’s endlessness felt overwhelming, but it was absolutely the most breathtaking thing you’d ever seen; even the most wild, fantastical tales your grandpa had spun about it didn’t do the celestial expanse justice. With nothing to obstruct the stars, save for the curling plumes of cosmic dust, seemingly softer even than spun sugar, the infinite had never been more clear to the naked eye. There’s so… much, and the innumerable twinkling lights of far-off suns seemed almost bright enough to reach out and touch.

Your hands had long since calloused over from a hard-working life, but even your strong palms had started to chafe from the poorly sanded mop handle. The deck looked immaculate, but you suspected that come next watch all your hard work would be erased by a multitude of various shaped boots, and you groaned at the thought. Though you knew this wasn’t exactly going to be a pleasure cruise, the first shadowy tinges of regret were already creeping into the corners of your mind. I hope Sarah wasn’t right about this, I’ll never live it down.

The mental pity party you wanted to spiral into was cut short by the uneven footsteps you were becoming familiar with. “Glad to see you’re still alive and kickin’, staying out of trouble I hope?” Ezra hollered as he ascended the steps to the forecastle deck, a bucket of kitchen leftovers sloshing around disgustingly in his arms.

“If you mess my damn deck up with that nastyass shit I’ll toss you overboard myself!” You spat, aiming the mop at him like a sword. “And I mean it.”

Ezra, always carrying a laugh in his pocket, chuckled to himself as he tossed the chum off the side of the boat; to where, you would never know. “Don’t worry your pretty head, my dear, I promise not to mar your diligence. Scouts honor.” He said, crossing his heart. He slid the empty bucket up his human elbow, adding a handful of fresh stains to his food-soiled apron when he leaned casually against the bulwark; but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest. “Feisty thing, aren’t you?”

A retort bubbled in your throat, but you were tired, and Ezra smelled enough like food to make your stomach groan. When did you miss dinner? You sighed and shrugged, abandoning your weapon to lean against the rail too. “A girl’s gotta be, ‘specially when there’s giant crabheaded lunatics roaming around.”

“Heh, crabheaded lunatic. I’ll have to remember that for the next time he’s gettin’ ornery.” He took a deep breath of the cool Etherium breeze, letting the cosmic miracle fill his ribs fully before letting it go. Elbows draped over the short wooden wall, he turned to look at you with his good eye, the dark chocolate of it glittering with faint starlight from the other side of his well-defined nose. “I, uh, I actually came up here to apologize. You’ve not been aboard a starship before, it wasn’t fair of me to berate you like that, but if the crew saw me showin’ you kindness they’d think I’d gone soft.”

“It’s… alright.” You shrugged, trying not to get too caught up in the sentiment. You’d been mentally preparing yourself for a fight all evening, but Ezra took the hot air right out of your sails. “I mean, you weren’t wrong, I did nearly get myself killed. So, uh, thanks, actually.”

“Of course, us meat bags’ve gotta stick together, right?” He chided softly, flashing you that sweet smile of his. “Oh, speaking of-” He patted himself down, trying to find his pocket to dig out a shiny purple fruit. “Here, you missed supper.”

You caught the treat being softly tossed to you and bit into it eagerly, coaxing an excited rumble from your guts. The skin of it was taut and your teeth punctured it easily with a soft, rewarding -pop-; the juicy flesh on the inside sweet and rich, not a single day past its ripeness. Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you caught Ezra watching you intently, and you couldn’t help the heat that singed your cheeks. “Uh… thank you.”

The tips of his metal fingers drummed a cadence against the bulwark, giving you insight to the gears turning in places besides his arm. “Bein’ the cook has its privileges, rewards for all the labour that goes into it, which you’ll soon be familiar with enough, cabin girl.” The corners of his mustachioed lips curled into a playful sneer when you glared at him, and he couldn’t help but laugh, making the swells of his cheeks roll right up into his eyes. “I’m going to have to teach you a thing or two about being starborne, starling, whether you like it or not. Captain’s orders and all. What do you say, fellow meat bag, do you wanna be a spacer?”

Ezra extended his metal arm to you again, but this time there wasn’t a blade to be seen, just the riveted fingers attached to a heavily articulated palm. You eyed it suspiciously, chewing thoughtfully on a mouthful of fruit. Not much of a choice. “Alright, Ez, show me what it takes.” You said, taking his hand in yours. You were expecting the galvanized joints to snap and bite you, to pinch your delicate skin in between their iron teeth, but Ezra’s grip was gentle, the little rubber pads on his fingertips soft and somewhat warm.

“It will be my pleasure.” He said, clasping your forearm with his human hand. The heat from his calloused palm was strong in the cool night-cycle air, and you were surprised to find warmth surging through your veins to pool in your core at the way the word pleasure seemed to drip from his lips, rising several thousand degrees when he dragged the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin at the inside of your elbow. You hoped it wasn’t just because he was the only human man you’d seen in a long, long time, but the way the light of the stars shined over his genuine, charming grin made you ache in ways you thought your body had forgotten how to do.

The devilish smile on his face didn’t help either, becoming even more of a detriment when he tilted his head slightly, giving you more of his human side to take in. “Now, lesson one.” he mused, pulling his prosthetic from your grip without taking his eyes off of yours. For a moment you wondered how handsome he had been with both eyes, but the thought was quickly dashed from your skull when you felt a cold iron bucket handle slide off his arm and onto yours. Sneaky bastard! “If you let that sit in the bucket too long you’ll never be able to wash it out, so get scrubbing, cabin girl, Kevva waits!”

It took a lot of fucking work to keep the ship so ship-shape, a fact that you were unfortunately going to be familiarizing yourself with the hard way. Working for Mr. Green wasn’t all that much different than working at the Benbow, but when the other crewmates weren’t looking he tried to make it somewhat fun; well, bearable, at least. Some tasks he was willing to help you with -many hands, he would say, gesturing sarcastically with his prosthetic- but others, especially those in full view of the crew, he would leave you to deal with on your own.

Cleaning house you were used to, but your first real challenge was found on the underside of the Dawnbreaker. Her keel was encrusted with horrible barnacles; big, smelly things that were so stuck to her belly that they’d practically fused with the wood, and you got the lucky job of getting to scrape them off. You tried not to think too much about the consequences of getting out of range of the ships’ artificial gravity as you and Ezra lowered a platform down to the keel. Even harder than trying not to imagine floating away into space was not looking down at the infinite abyss spiralling away on every side, eager to swallow you whole.

“Put your back into it!” He roared, being sure that he was loud enough anyone on deck could hear him bossing you around, but his magnificent multitool had already swapped over to something akin to a spade. “Bet I can get more of them off than you can.” He poked softly, just enough for you alone to hear, followed by a mischievous wink.

“Fat chance, robo-butt.”

The keel never looked so good by the time you were done, but once you were hoisting yourselves back up to the deck, you were both so covered in icky barnacles that even Mr. Skarn couldn’t get far enough away; but Tillie demanded that you give her a sample to study. Dr. Doppler had been managing to keep herself busy cataloging and describing the various spaceborne critters that coasted through the Etherium, running full bore across the deck to snap a photograph before they inevitably got away. You would frequently find her spellbound by one of Captain Fiona’s tales of adventure, the seasoned veteran having run into more wild things than Tillie could hope to write down, and the two of them made for an odd sort of friends; coming together over stories of leviathans and voidworms, the likes of which you hoped to never see.

You tackled most of your tasks with gusto, a feat that even Ezra had to admit he was impressed with. The deck was swabbed, sails were mended, and ropes were tended to on the regular; all according to his guidance. Ezra would parade past you, looking for all the world like the most backbreaking of taskmasters, but the moment the crew wasn’t looking he would slip a fresh baked treat into your pocket with a wink and a nod. “Lookin’ good.” He’d whisper, flashing you that roguish grin. “When you’re finished, there’s more of those in the galley. I’m tryin’ a new recipe and I must know how you like them.”

The food that came from his kitchen was surprisingly good, much better than you expected to eat on a months-long journey between worlds, but you had Ezra to thank for that. The cyborg refused to let you touch his cooking, but he insisted that you sample each and every single thing that he made. The theatrics he’d put on for you on that first day carried into everything he did, and you wondered if he did so naturally or if he was doing it to impress you. Either way, though he wouldn’t let you handle the food itself, he absolutely demanded that you handle everything else.

As his cabin girl -oh how he loved to lord that over you- you got the fun job of doling out grub at meal times, as well as taking care of the dishes and cookware. Not even the Benbow’s kitchen used as many pots and pans as Ezra did, and the stacks upon stacks of dirty dishes made you want to fucking scream; but at least you weren’t lonely. Ez cooked while you cleaned, and his incessant chattering slowly started to grow on you.

“Tit for tat, starling.” He’d demand after regaling you with the most whimsical of tales. “I told you one, now I must hear one of yours.” Try as you might to inform him you had nothing of interest to tell -and certainly nothing as wild as what he’d come up with- he refused to let your conversations be one-sided.

So you told him all you had. You told him about the Benbow and your dumb sister, and all the annoying customers that came through the tavern’s doors. Ezra took a curiously keener interest when you brought up your father, but was respectful enough not to pry when you told him you’d rather not talk about it. He was, however, unbelievably adamant in hearing more about your run-ins with the law, and nearly blown away by your solarboarding flights of fancy.

After about a month of getting to know one another, you started to feel like his stories weren’t the only things you were becoming enamoured with, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same. Try as you might to wash your thoughts away with the dirty dish water, the charming cyborg’s husky baritone and sweet southern drawl curled through your ears and down your spine like a sinful serpent with that mischievous grin of his in place of fangs. His broad-shouldered swagger didn’t help matters either, dancing around you with lithe, graceful steps that belied the fact that almost half of him was made of gears and circuits instead of meat and bone, but the parts of him that were still organic you were longing to touch.

You were finally given some sort of a hint the night you were so buried by pots and pans and plates to clean that by the time you’d gotten to the very last pot, your eyes could no longer keep themselves open, and you dozed off on top of your work; somehow managing not to fall off your stool in the process. The dream you were having about your scrub brush getting up and doing your job for you was softly interrupted by a heavy weight being draped gently over your shoulders.

Groggily, you stirred yourself awake to find Ezra’s heavy, single-sleeved waistcoat blanketing your back, the oversized garment warm and snuggly and smelling strongly of its owner. Glancing behind you, you just barely caught the bottom of his boot as he ascended the stairs out of the galley without a single word, and the fact that he hadn’t wanted to disturb your sleep made a strange new warmth bloom in your chest.

Devious thoughts itched in the back of your mind when Ezra called you down to the longboat hold, intent on showing you the emergency lowering mechanisms should the situation call for it. Eager to prove yourself a spacer, you followed Ezra’s instructions to a tee, crossing the gangplank over the open exit hole in the Dawnbreaker’s keel to unfasten the last of the knots anchoring the longboat to the ship, but once all the ropes were freed and the little vessel was floating out the door, you watched, sullen and despondent, as Ezra went out with it.

He’s leaving. You heard the voice of your sister whisper from the back of your mind. He’s leaving and he’s never coming back! She was a mess, and you could barely get a clear word out of her, thinking it was some shitty boyfriend of hers again, but once she’d stumbled through the fact that it was your dad, you’d nearly bulldozed her over trying to get to the door. You’d been in bed all morning, hungover from a night of partying that had gotten you dragged home by cop-bots again, and the blinding Montressan noon was almost enough to keep you contained.

Almost.

You saw him then, a man you loved but barely knew, untying his ship from the pier so far down from the tavern. Nauseous and heartbroken, you ran for him, tripping over your own feet, slipping and sliding down the gravelly driveway to where the men in your family so often were dragged away, called to chase a higher purpose beyond the stars. He was gone before you reached the pier, fading away quickly, most likely never to be seen again. But that’s just what men did, you’d started to learn, they left. They left and they never-

“Are you comin’ or what?”

The call snapped you out of your trip down memory lane, drawing your bewildered gaze out the open cargo hold to where Ezra was beckoning you down, imploring you to jump. Realizing you weren’t getting ditched after all, you rolled your shoulders and leapt the fair distance down to the longboat, stumbling into the cyborgs' open arms. You hadn’t expected him to catch you, and the sudden closeness made your guts flip more than the hail-Kevva jump you just made. “You want me to come with you?”

“‘Course I do, you need to learn how to pilot one of these cantankerous contraptions, right?” He said sweetly, patting your shoulders and quickly breaking the physical contact. He took his seat on the passenger side, pointing with an artificial digit at your place in the driver’s seat. “So, here’s your rudder controls and your ionizer thrust adjustment -that dictates your speed-” Ezra began, already prattling away, but you weren’t entirely listening. Instead you were watching the cyborg’s scruffy face and the genuine excitement in his eyes at getting to spend this time with you. However, you’d built and rebuilt enough machines on Montressor to already have more than enough mechanical know-how, and you decided that you’d rather show off than get shown up. “-This rope is for your sail and- wait, what are you- starling wait. Wait!”

You did not wait.

Punching a handful of buttons on the engine controls, you swivelled the steering yoke around into your lap and gunned it, blasting off from under the Dawnbreaker with ludicrous speed. Ezra barely managed to catch his hat before it was ripped from his curly head, his metal fingers digging into the longboat’s rails to keep himself from being blown away as well. The boat’s sail caught the solar winds eagerly, fueling the fire of the heavens into your aft jets and casting you swiftly away into the Ethereal expanse.

There, in the distance, you saw the glacial-blue tail of a comet streaking through the void, burning its way brightly through the cosmic pseudosphere. It’s small, but as you blasted towards it it grew in size until it consumed all you saw, the first flakes of ice already dusting your hair. You stole a glance at Ezra, and were delighted to find him absolutely terrified. He looked your way, shaking his head and mouthing ‘no no no!’ but disobeying orders was what you did best.

The sail snapped shut, almost flush with the boom, streamlining your little skiff. You drove the prow into the luminous tail of the comet, the celestial rapids threatening to toss you back into the abyss. Sub-zero frost burned against your cheeks and made your eyes water, but you were undaunted by the way your tears froze in the corners of your eyes. Your blood was molten, adrenaline searing through your veins, rising volcanically when a wave of ionized gas slapped the bottom of your keel and sent you spinning, but you conquered it with hellbent aggression, spiralling through the radiant wake.

The longboat exploded out the side of the comet’s tail like a phoenix reborn, trailing ice crystals behind it in a wake of glittering stars. Your teeth hurt from the cold of it, and you realized you’d been smiling the whole time, perhaps a little maniacally. Figuring Ezra had probably fainted, you looked over at him, a slew of snide remarks dying on your lips when you saw him staring. His eyes were big, the brown one matched in intensity by his cyberoptic, but the starstruck look on his face was distinctly and undeniably human.

Suddenly warm -and embarrassed- you focused on getting the longboat back into the Dawnbreaker’s hold. Hand over hand the two of you hoisted the little ship up into her rack, anchoring her in place with the knots Ezra taught you how to tie. The second the boat was secure, the adrenaline in your veins took its toll, and you felt your knees gloriously give out. “Whew!” you panted, flopping down onto the boat’s bench seat. “Still in one piece, Ez?”

“I-I think so. Seven fucking hells, girl, you never told me you could fly like that.” He wheezed, readjusting his hat before dropping gracelessly onto the seat next to you. Before you could politely inform him that there was another seat with plenty of room on it, he threw his left arm over your shoulders, the heat of his body cutting through your frosty clothes. “That was amazing, starling! Stupendous! Spectacular! Sensational! ” He cried with a dramatic wave of his free hand. “I was certain we were hurtling to our deaths, but you-” His human arm tightened around your shoulders, drawing you into poking range so he could tap an iron digit against your sternum. “The moment I saw the light in your eyes, I knew there’d be nobody else I’d rather trust at the helm.”

“It was nothing, really! Not all that much crazier than flying on Montressor. Done it loads of times...” You tried to deflect, but he scoffed at you in disbelief and drew you closer to him.

“Bullshit! You know how to fly like that and yet you continue to wait tables? If I’d witnessed you pulling such stunts as those before now I’d have whisked you off to the Etherium myself! The company you keep must be blinder than cave fish, watchin’ you tear off like that and still keepin’ you cooped up. Why, I’d sell myself for scrap if it meant gettin’ to partake in your aeronautical acrobatics. I’d even steal the stars themselves for you if it meant you could fly amongst them, because it’s clearer to me than a crystalline chrysalis that you, little bird, are truly meant to fly! ”

Face hot, you coughed slightly to ease the tension, trying not to get distracted too much by the heat of his body radiating against your side. “What are you saying, Ez? That you’d want to sweep me off my feet?”

“That’s quite a poetic way’a puttin’ it, my dear. But yes, there is nothing that I would like to do more…”

Ezra was close now, really close, his face only a few inches from yours, the wind-blown grin on his face showing off his pearly whites behind plush pink lips. You glanced at them briefly, your eyes flicking between his mouth and his eyes, trying not to think too hard about what it would be like to kiss him. Your imagination would have done little justice anyway, because Ezra was thinking the same thing, and decided to lean in and make it a reality.

The first touch of his lips against yours was feather-light, but electric all the same, and the soft little gasps you both made only furthered the shockwaves crackling through your system like live wires. Warmer and softer than you could have ever fantasized, Ezra’s perfect lips moulded to yours, his bristles tickling slightly under your nose, but the moment you turned your head to chase the kiss deeper, he pulled away. “I-I’m sorry,” He stammered, suddenly sheepish. “I shouldn’t’ve done that.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you. Is it me? Did I do something wrong?

“It’s not right for me to force my desires on you, and to kiss you without even asking-” Ezra whined, looking distressed, and you felt him try to tug his arm free of your shoulders.

Oh. You sighed at him and all his foolishness, leaning back to trap his muscular arm against the seatback. His distress turned to confusion when he found himself unable to retreat.

“Then ask.”

Realization dawned on him slowly, and he let himself relax around your body, his thumb tracing a tentative circle where it rested against your arm. His prosthetic hissed slightly when he brought it up to tug on his collar, trying to allow some of the heat to escape that was building in his chest. “Um, alright.” He nearly whispered, his throat bobbing with a swallow. “M-may I kiss you, beautiful?”

You managed a half-muttered ‘yes’ before pressing your lips to his again. He hummed with surprise and excitement, delighted that you had accepted his utterance of affection. The soft noise he made curled your lips into a cheeky grin, making it all that more difficult to kiss him, but he was steadfast in chasing the sensation. He shifted in his seat so as to better slot his mouth to yours, and you felt the sudden strangeness of his metal hand brush lightly against your cheek.

The coolness of it made you gasp, but his synthetic touch was gentle, the pad of his thumb tracing your cheekbone, fingers wrapping around the back of your head to pull you into him. He kissed you slowly, nervously, as if at any moment the dream would dissipate like smoke on the wind, and he would be forced to face the waking world without you in his arms.

But no, you were real, real and really here, kissing him, of all people. The most cautious tip of a tongue lapped against your lower lip, and you rewarded him by bringing out your own to taste him back. Everything about Ezra was more intoxicating than you thought possible; the scent of fresh-cut fruit and warm solar breezes, the faint, smokey remnants of tobacco and the sweat of a hard working man, pairing like a fine wine with the flavor of his kiss.

You brought your hand up to comb your fingers through the blond patch above his cybernetic eye, pushing his triangular hat back as you did to card through his curls til it sat haphazardly on his head. He groaned at the sensation of you teasing his locks, unused to being touched in such a way, but he was unable to resist surrendering to your tender administrations.

“My little starling…” he sighed, turning to kiss the inside of your palm. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to keep my hands from you. These last few weeks in your presence have bordered nigh on torturous.” He carefully wrapped his broad hands around the underside of your knees, dragging you into his lap so you straddled his narrow waist. “C-can I touch more of you?”

“Please, Ezra.” you pleaded, anchoring your knees to the longboat’s seat, giving you better leverage against his lap. Looking down on him from your perch, you had the most delightful view of his face. The starstruck look you’d seen earlier had returned, and the most sheepish little smile turned his cheeks upwards right before he kissed you again.

With his lips pressed to yours, he let his hands roam over your body, trailing from your spread thighs to your hips, digging his fingers longingly into the soft flesh. You held onto his shoulders for support, becoming slightly distracted by the feeling of where his prosthetic met his body, thick muscle giving way to hard iron, but another hardness drew your attention even quicker.

Grinding your hips against him rewarded you with the feeling of his cock hardening under you, the length of it trapped by his pant leg. It twitched when you dragged your core against it, making Ezra moan against your lips. He pulled himself from your kiss with a gasp, his sweaty brow arched pleadingly. “If you keep doin’ that I’m certain not to last, and what a shame that would be if I’d not pleasured you prior. Contrary to what the captain thinks, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt the touch of another, especially since… this.”

The gears in his arm whirred faintly when he brought it up between you, turning it over to look at his palm. There was pain in his eyes, made worse by the flicker-flick of his glowing laser sight, but that pain seemed to melt away when you cradled his face in your hand, tracing the stubble along the razor-sharp edge of his jaw. “How did it happen? If you don’t mind me asking?”

He sighed, nuzzling into the warmth of your palm, cupping the back of your hand with his own. “You give up a few things, chasing a dream.”

“Was it worth it?”

Ezra furrowed his brow, deep in thought for a moment, but when he came out of his own head, he did so with a smirk so insidious you felt yourself clench around nothing. “It’s about to be.”

You knew right away by the glint in his eye that he was going to rock your world, but only if the world didn’t try to rock you first.

-*SccrRRREAAAAAAAAAAAACHH*-

Something monstrous slammed against the outside of the ship, the noise of it deafening in the quaking hold. The longboat lurched and flailed in its anchorings, nearly tossing you and Ezra out of it as it thrashed, but the cyborg’s iron grip kept you safe in his embrace. Emergency lights and sirens started going off all at once, tearing you both from your moment of intimacy. The Dawnbreaker shuddered and groaned underfoot as you both tore up the steps, Ezra working to adjust himself before stumbling up to the deck.

You flew ahead of him, bursting out of the longboat hold and into a flurry of panicked activity. A horrifying, gut wrenching roar drowned out the sound of the captain bellowing orders, and when you turned to see the source of the noise, you immediately wished you hadn’t.

Where the Etherium had once been now stretched a black, shimmering wall of undulating flesh that made even orcus galacticus look like nothing more than a flea. The creature’s skin blinked intermittently with a trail of pulsating lights -a bastardized mirror of the stars themselves- leading your eyes up a grotesque pathway towards a horrible, gaping maw, filled to the brim with razor sharp teeth.

Void worm.

“EVASIVE ACTION MR. ARBUCKLE!” You heard the captain scream as she hauled ass across the deck. The Dawnbreaker obeyed her command, veering sickeningly to the side just as the leviathan’s colossal jaws snapped mere inches away from the ships’ hull. “Mr. Bolt! Secure all solar sails!”

“You ‘eard ‘er, lads!” The croc roared, finding himself a lifeline to tie around his waist. “Bring ‘em in!” You and Ezra followed suit, securing your lines before rushing to the bowsprit on the front of the ship, flying with surefooted steps along the narrow catwalk towards the jib lines, far, far out over the living abyss. The worm’s seemingly endless body coiled and slithered around the ship, attempting to confuse its prey with a cosmic firestorm of bioluminescence before it struck again.

Side by side, you and Ezra hauled on the lines, your muscles straining in tandem with his steaming prosthetic as if you were in sync. The electric-blue washed sails flickered as they furled, the eyes of the ship closing for what you hoped wouldn’t be the last time, but just as you secured the canvas the creature slammed its voluminous body against the ship’s hull.

“Fuck!” Ezra screamed, his arms windmilling, striving to keep himself upright, but it was too late.

“Ezra!!” He fell before your very eyes, and were it not for your selfless reflexes you wouldn’t have caught his life-line in time. The rope burned your palms as it tried to slip through your grasp, but you -strong and stubborn as you are- hauled him up with all your might. His iron hand dug viciously into the bowsprit where he caught himself, leaving furrows in the wood as he pulled himself up.

“Starling!” he cried, stumbling on his knees into your arms. “Thank you!” You almost let yourself get caught up in the genuine gratitude shining like the radiant dawn on his face, but before you could, the worm had other ideas.

Its massive bulk had coiled around to strike again, colossal jaws spread wide and covered in thousands of glistening teeth; the gates of Tartarus brought alive and intent on ferrying you straight to hell. You watched in horror as it closed the distance to the fleeing ship, oblivious to the canonfire peppering its flesh, but before it could crush your little toy boat to splinters, it screamed, an unholy noise so horrible and deafening you could do nothing more than cover your ears.

You hoped that the canonfire had gotten a lucky shot in, but oh no, you would not be so fortunate. Instead, you were going to learn that no matter whether you sailed the sea or stars,

There would always be a bigger fish.

The Dawnbreaker narrowly missed being caught in the worms constricting coils as it flailed in the grip of an even more monstrous beast. Seemingly dozens of enormous, sucker-covered tentacles wrapped around the squirming worm, hauling it backwards towards an even bigger maw and a horrible, painful death.

“Cephalopoda macrocosmus?!” Tillie screamed from the deck, watching in abject horror as the leviathans grappled for dominance in the ships’ wake. “Those aren’t supposed to be real!!”

“Well it looks real enough to me, Doctor!” Shouted the captain from where she was white-knuckling the wheel, her four eyes narrowed nearly to slits. “Keep firing, men! Blast that calamari cunt to smithereens!” Canon blasts roared from the ships deck at her command, carpeting the flesh of both monsters in glorious hellfire, but neither of them gave a flying fuck, too intent on killing or being killed. “Hawkins!” Fiona roared the moment your boots hit the deck. “Secure those lifelines!”

“Aye captain!” The ropeburns -yank- on your palms went unnoticed as you tightened -yank- all the knots on the mast hitch -yank- the lives of your crewmates -yank- literally in your hands. Your shoulders -yank- burned and your joints -yank- cracked with each -yank- but none would -yank- die on your watch if you had -yank- anything to say about it. “All secured, captain!”

And just in time, too, for right as the very last knot left your fingers, Captain Fiona drove the ship into a barrel roll, skimming the keel over some horrific fleshy appendage and sending crewmates sliding across the deck with the inertia. The Dawnbreaker, with her sails tightly tucked, snaked and weaved more nimbly than a ship of her size should have between the clashing titans, sending the stars streaking by sickeningly overhead.

~

High above where you were holding onto the mast for dear life, Mr. Bolt was losing his grip on the ropes. The Dawnbreaker practically bounced when it struck the worms’ flank, the force of it ripping the heavy croc from his place on the topyard. He went flying, sailing out over the squirming void until his life-line snapped around his waist. It hurt, but it was better than being flung off into space.

Claw over claw, he urgently towed himself in, but when he looked to his ship -his salvation- what he saw instead was the devil himself; with his yellow compound eyes and sneering, bloodthirsty grin, matched only in wickedness by his razor sharp claws.

-snip!-

Mr. Skarn, ever the opportunist, watched in malevolent delight as Mr. Bolt’s horrified face disappeared into the writhing dark, his severed life-line still locked in his hands, never to be seen again.

~

Trying to stop the universe from spinning, you narrowly missed being bulldozed by Tillie as she ran screaming past you. “CAPTAIN!! STOP SHOOTING STOP SHOOTING!” She screeched, stumbling across the deck like a drunk in the Dawnbreaker’s valkyrian flight.

All of you instictivly ducked when some meaty appendage sailed by, but Fiona’s skills at the wheel were unparalleled by any. “It’s us or it, doctor!” She nearly howled, the plumage on her head crested high in defiance. “Don’t let up!”

“No! Captain! You don’t understand! The -fucking shit!!- Cephalopoda are extremely territorial! We need to get away from it before-”

-*CCUuuurRUNCH!!!*-

The annihilation of the voidworm’s spine sent a monumental shockwave across the Etherium, striking your ship with the full force of the creature’s demise. Brilliant blue viscera sprayed from the titan’s broken body, its horrible screams suddenly silenced as it disappeared into the kraken’s maw.

“B-before it runs out of things to eat…”

The tentacled beast slurped the rest of the worm up like overcooked pasta, crunching and gnawing on its colossal bones while shot upon shot of plasma carpeted its writhing flesh; and the moment its meal had vanished completely, the kraken turned its beady eyes on you.

Spreading its arms wide, the monster's tentacles made short work of all the distance the ship had put between it, seemingly stretching to infinity and beyond; all consuming in its presence. In the center of the horrible beast, its cavernous jaws pulsated horrifically, the remains of the voidworm stuck between its innumerable teeth.

“If we can’t fucking shoot and we can’t outrun it then what can we do?!”

“It only has one weakpoint, but it’s not even supposed to be real, so I don’t know how accurate this myth-”

“Spit it out, Doctor!!”

“The uvula! Focus all your fire on the uvula!”

Fiona looked somehow both perplexed and disgusted. “The what?!”

Tillie dangled her finger downwards. “The hangy thingy in the back of its throat!”

Would it have been a less harrowing scenario, the captain probably would have laughed, but over her shoulder the kraken was almost upon the ship. Her multitudinous eyes narrowed in on the squishy pink thing far, far in the back of the monster's throat. None of the canons pointed aft, and the creature was gaining fast. That left only one weapon at her disposal:

The ship itself.

“Everyone hang on! This is gonna be a bumpy fucking ride!” Captain Fiona bellowed before cutting off the rear propulsion jets. “Ceasefire! Divert all power to the main thrusters, on my signal!” The kraken’s monumental bulk overtook the ship in seconds, erasing the stars from sight as the Dawnbreaker seemingly slid backwards into its mouth.

You did as the captain ordered, hugging the mast for dear life and trying not to look up as the Etherium was replaced by a pulsating wall of teeth. Squeezing your eyes closed, you awaited the inevitability of your death, and were surprised when it felt like you were being embraced.

You were expecting a crunch, or a squish, maybe even a pop, bones and guts torn asunder along with the worm; not the warm, enveloping comfort smothering your backside like a protective fortress. Never in any story or legend that you’d read had you ever know the finality of death to feel so much like a warm hug.

“NOW!!!”

In the dark behind your eyes you felt the ships’ engines explode back to life, all her firepower channeled into a final burst of energy. The kraken roared in pain, so loud you swore the ship would be rattled apart just from the sound alone. But then she was soaring, regurgitated violently from the precipice of death and plowing headlong towards the open stars again; and with its throat scorched raw, the kraken took its leave.

You didn’t open your eyes again until you heard cheering, the crew celebrating their captain’s victory. Blinking, you let your breath go, unaware you had been holding it, but the strange bulk against your back was still there, pressing you hard against the mast. You turned your face from where you were smushed against the pillar, looking down at your side to find what was caging you in.

Ezra.

Using his body as a shield, he had you pinned to the mast, his cybernetic arm digging hard into the wood; but his other one was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping his broad chest flush with your spine. “Are you alright, starling?” He asked right in your ear, his chin grazing your cheek briefly as he finally backed up a bit to let you breathe. You nodded, smiling big when he let his own tense shoulders drop.

The two of you turned to where the captain was receiving her well-deserved praise, joining the crew in cheering her on. Fiona looked for all the world entirely cool and composed, smoothing down her headfeathers with a proud grin on her face. Beside her, Tillie was looking exceptionally green around the gills, nauseous and terrified beyond belief.

“C-c-captain, that was marvelous! How did you -hurk- how did you know how to do that?”

“Was nothing, really. Had to out-maneuver some pirates once, did the same thing.” Fiona huffed, checking the ship’s position with a sextant. “Actually doctor, I should thank you. Without your know-how about the creature’s weakness we’d all be fish food.”

“Please don’t mention food.”

“If you insist. Mr. Bolt, all crewmates present and accounted for?” Fiona clacked, cocking a handful of eyes towards the congregation, but received no answer from her first mate. “...Mr. Bolt?”

Her inquiry was answered, not with the rough, grating voice of the croc she knew, but with the tack-tack-tack of many jointed legs walking across the deck towards her. Mr. Skarn glided solemnly through the crowd towards the captain, someone else's hat held delicately between his claws.

“Missster Bolt hasss been lossst, captain. Hisss life-line wasss not sssecure…” Skarn passed the dead man’s hat to the captain, who took it as if she was being handed Mr. Bolt’s own corpse. She looked to you, the one she had charged -trusted- to secure the lines, with twice as much sadness in her four eyes.

“N-no! I checked them! I know I did!” You balked, feeling the bile rise in the back of your throat at the accusation. Running back for the mast hitch, you felt all your blood drain from your body at the single empty peg where Mr. Bolt’s rope should have been. “I… I know I did.” You whispered to the mast alone, tears stinging in the backs of your eyes.

Blinded by the heartbreak of your own failure, you missed the quick exchange behind you between Mr. Skarn and Mr. Green. Ezra took one look at the smug, vile smirk on the arachnids’ face and knew without a shadow of a doubt that Bolt’s death had not been an accident.

Fiona didn’t see it either, her gaze locked to all that remained of her friend. Her big black eyes threatened to mist over, and would have were she not such a resilient captain. She gently swiped her thumb over the felt of Mr. Bolt’s standard-issue tricorn hat, picking slightly at the gold filaments embroidered along the edge. He always thought it was so tacky.

“Mr. Bolt was an excellent spacer.” She started, not even clearing her throat. “And though he was a salty old crocodile, he was my friend, and he will be severely missed. But he knew the risks, as do we all. Return to your posts, we carry on.”

Ezra didn’t know why he was so… angry.

He should have been delighted, overjoyed, even, but instead he was seething to himself behind a deadpan scowl, gnawing away on the end of a lit tobacco pipe while he watched the stars go by. Not only had he and his crew survived a run-in with a fucking kraken, but Mr. Skarn had done away with the first mate, the big scalie no longer posing an obstacle in the coming takeover.

But Skarn had disobeyed Ezra’s direct order not to shed blood on this ship until it was time, and, worse yet, he had branded you -his cabin girl, his starling- as the culprit. He took a long, thoughtful drag on his pipe, the embers in the bowl glowing faintly, mimicking the orangy-red glow of his false eye while he mentally chewed on his thoughts.

‘My’ starling? When did I start referring to her as mine?

Ezra’s efforts of manipulation were working far better than he had anticipated, winding you right around his little finger with sweets and serenades and seduction. He was playing the long con with you, earning your trust, luring you into a false sense of security, and it was working like a charm. Soon enough all he would have to do is ask you about aurelac, and you would divulge all you knew gladly, just to hear him shower you with praise. He really shouldn’t care what happened to you, an inevitable casualty in the coming mutiny, and someone he certainly shouldn’t get attached to.

And yet.

White-grey smoke billowed around the cyborg when he exhaled, savoring the tobacco one last time before he extinguished the pipe and set off to go find you. He hadn’t seen you since… the incident, feeling that he needed to give you time to breathe after experiencing such a tragedy, but he couldn’t refrain himself any longer from checking in with… his cabin girl.

Ezra heard your furious sweeping even before he began the descent down the galley steps, taking a moment to close the trap hatch behind him as he did. You didn’t seem to hear his cattywampus steps, too intent on sweeping every nook and cranny you could get your broom into, the bristles scratch scratch scratching against the hardwood floor. Your brow was furrowed over your thousand-yard stare, and Ezra couldn’t help but interrupt.

“Starling?”

“I’m busy, Ezra.”

The tone of your voice shouldn’t have hurt his heart as much as it did, the pain seeping into so few words drew him closer until he was reaching out to you with his remaining arm. You jumped hard when he found your shoulder, reluctantly being yanked from your work to glare at him and oh your face!

“You’ve been crying?” He whispered softly, soothingly, his face just as distraught as yours was red and blotchy; but you reacted to his kindness with venom, immediately swatting his hand away.

“I said I’m busy, Ez! Take a fucking hint!” You furiously began sweeping again, but the cyborg stole the broom away from you and cast it across the kitchen. “Hey!”

“Stop sweepin’ and start talkin’.” Ezra demanded, crowding you in with his broad body until the nearest countertop bumped against your back. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You crossed your arms, trying vigilantly to ward him off, but his amberdark eye cut your defences to the quick, and they fell away entirely when his warm hand came up to caress your cheek. “I… I shoulda stayed on Montressor. Shoulda stayed where I belonged, where I couldn’t hurt anyone but myself! It’s all my fault Mr. Bolt is dead!”

The crack in your voice made everything inside Ezra’s chest feel like it was breaking, and he wanted so, so badly to tell you that it wasn’t true.

It wasn’t your fault, starling, it was that damn crabheaded lunatic. You did nothing wrong.

But, telling you that would ruin everything he’d worked so hard for. Not only would that give the entire sabotage mission away, but it would practically write his death certificate for him once you knew there were pirates afoot. No, there’s too much at stake. He didn’t want to keep lying to you, a fact that he was rapidly becoming distraught with, but seeing you suffering was somehow even worse.

“Starling…” he began, wiping at your eyes with his good thumb. “Listen, what you did out there today, keepin’ your head while the heavens were fallin’ down around you, that was astounding! You could’ve run an’ hid, but you scaled the riggin’ like a real spacer. And, not only were you fearless out there, but you rescued me from certain death! I’m standin’ here, in all my mechanical glory, alive’n well because of you!”

Ezra’s face lit up with a smile so big and wide when you finally met his eyes, though you yourself were nearly in tears again, clearly not having considered that you might have saved a life today as well. He curled his hands around your shoulders, a knowing glint in his remaining eye that matched the spark of his optic’s glow. “Kevva’s light has never shined so brightly until you graced her humble realm, and oh, how lucky I am to be witness to it! Truely, never has there been a wretched creature more fortunate than I, because when the stars called for a champion, you were the one to answer. If’n you asked me where I thought you ‘belonged’, why I’d say that you, starling mine, are right where you’re meant to be. ”

Try as he might to tell you falsehoods that would ease your spirits, not even he knew how much of what had rolled off his silver tongue wasn’t true. It flowed too easily, and landed just as well, making your breath heave and your eyes scrunch from his words alone. His kindness drew you in, and you found yourself wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his warm chest.

“Thanks, Ez..”

Surprised by your sudden embrace, Ezra’s hands floated briefly behind you, unsure of what to do; but when you sighed contentedly into his linen shirt, he held back no longer, wrapping himself around you as well. “Of course, sweet thing.” He murmured against the side of your head, carefully dragging his human arm up and down your spine and keeping the mechanical one tightly around your middle.

He was beginning to worry that he was falling for his own game of deception, enjoying much too much the feeling of you in his arms, but he found himself unable to dwell on it in the slightest when he felt your lips against the side of his neck. He couldn’t even chide you for not asking permission to do so, his mouth too busy groaning at the gentle sensation of you trailing up his throat, pressing careful kisses to the underside of his bristly jaw. “S-starling...?”

“Ezra…” The way you purred his name against his flesh nearly fried his circuits, causing his optic to flicker along with his fluttering eye. It didn’t take him long to cave, tilting his own face down to kiss at your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your lips, savoring the sweetness of your kiss for himself.

He leaned his weight against you, forcing you harder against the countertop with every inch of his body that he could press to you, only backing slightly when he felt you try to shimmy onto the granite. Ezra lifted you up with ease, his iron digits digging more pointedly into the undersides of your thigh than his broad, calloused palm. The moment you were seated you wrapped your legs around his hips, spurring your heels into his thighs, encouraging him to rut against your core.

The passionate moment you had been building to before you had been so rudely interrupted came surging back, igniting between your pressed bodies with survivor’s desperation. Ezra practically clawed at your leather jacket, pushing it from your shoulders and shirking his own overcoat off quickly before the heat became unbearable.

Free of the stifling outwear, Ezra’s kisses turned from diligent to sloppy, his hands digging under your shirt, roving over the soft skin of your tummy and upwards to your breasts, catching them in his mismatched hands. His breath caught in his throat, a whimpering moan hissing against your lips. “Fucking hell you’re so soft… Stars how I wish I could feel them with both hands.”

“‘S’ok, Ez, f-feels good.” The heat of his left hand contradicted gloriously against the cool metal of his right, but both were well suited to groping at the pillowy flesh, squeezing you gently while pinching the sensitive tips. You arched your back into his touch, grinding your hips into his in time with the rolling of his fingers, your desperate breath getting lost against his lips.

“T-tell me you want this, starling?” He pleaded, nipping slightly at your lower lip. “Tell me you want me?”

Such a gentleman. You fluttered your eyes at him, dragging your hands down the broad expanse of his chest towards his belt, and plunged your hand into his pants. He keened when you palmed his hard length, desperate to keep from making too much noise but oh fuck your hand felt so good.

“Does this answer your question, Ez?” You purred, relishing in the starstruck look on his face that you were becoming an expert in conjuring. “Almost lost you today, might not get another chance.”

“S-still need...oh stars above… still need to hear you s-aaah~ say it, you little vixen.” His thighs shook between your legs when you tugged gently on his cock, the velvety thing twitching excitedly at your touch. You swirled your thumb against his weeping slit, dragging warm precum down his throbbing member.

“Ezra~” you cooed, dragging your teeth along the column of his throat. “I want you. I… need you… Please, Ez?”

The cyborg practically growled his excitement, the vents on his forearm hissing in anticipation at the debauchery of your words. “As you wish, starling, but I warn you, I will not be gentle.” You managed a nod, the affirming gesture swallowed by his hungry kiss. Deft fingers made short work of belts and boots, leaving you sitting on the countertop with your shirt hiked up over your breasts and your pants dangling from an ankle.

In the low light of the galley, you watched Ezra free himself, unbuckling his belt and pushing the hem of his trousers down to let his cock spring out. You licked your lips unconsciously at the sight of him, your cunt clenching at his size. He’s thick, the girth of it throbbing in time with the rapid beating of his heart and drooling with glimmering slick.

You spread your legs wide for him, whining into the crook of his neck when he rubbed the leaking head of his cock against your sensitive little pearl, sliding temptingly against your puffy slit with a feral look in his eyes. “Need to feel you first, beautiful, then I’ll show you what this hunk of hardware can really do.” He didn’t give you a chance to ask him exactly what he meant by that, all your vocabulary knocked from your skull by his cock notching at your entrance and slowly, deliberately splitting you open.

“Ezr-umph!” You tried to cry out from the near-painful stretch of him, but he clamped his good hand over your mouth, shushing you soothingly.

“Shhh, babygirl. Can’t let anyone hear us now, can we? Don’t want to get caught before I get a chance to really fuck you right.” He pulled his hips back achingly slow, making sure you felt every inch of his length before he was slamming into you again. “Oh fuck, pretty girl, you feel exquisite.” He snapped his hips against yours, thrusting himself as deeply into your cunt as he could, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning aloud at the silky slickness of your walls.

Ezra dove to slot his mouth to yours again, snuffing out your cries with his lips and tongue. Distracted by his aggressive kiss, you weren’t aware of his mechanical arm sliding out from behind you to snake in between your bodies, trailing along the inside of your thigh towards where you were joined. His messy thrusts slowed, and a low, villainous laugh rumbled from the back of his throat, catching your attention briefly before a new sensation drew your focus.

He pushed the nubby tip of his thumb against your clit, flashing you that wolfish grin when you convulsed. “Easy, love, let me take care of you. Make you feel good.” He rested his forehead against yours, watching you watch him draw circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves with his robotic hand, grinning like a fox at the desperation on your face. “You like that, beautiful? That’s not all it can do.” He kissed you preemptively to muffle your mewls, but you lost all ability to speak when the damn thing started vibrating.

Every muscle in your body went tight, curling you into a shaking, quivering ball in his arm. Your legs shook and your back arched, your throat nearly closing off from the pleasure of it, slingshotting you towards the edge of ecstasy with blinding speed. Ezra circled his little toy around your nub, and you lost it, cumming so hard you squelched obscenely around his length, soaking everything from his cock to his wrist.

Ezra tore himself from your lips and sank his teeth into your neck, growling from the strength of your walls bearing down on him. He managed to shake his arm out before fucking into you with abandon, your soaking wet hole taking him easily, but he wasn’t kidding about not being gentle.

He fucked you rough, slamming into you again and again, making your whole body scoot across the counter while he carved a space for himself in your core. He coiled his arms around your waist, driving the heel he had left into the floorboards and plowing into you like it was the last thing he would ever do. All efforts to keep quiet went out the window, the steady slap slap slap of skin on skin echoing sinnfully through the galley.

Arms around his neck, you held onto him for all your worth, lost in his all-consuming embrace while he chased his own high. You felt it build in him, his breath heaving, muscles straining and teeth bared, desperate to claim your body in the way only he could. “Gonna… gonna cum, love, c-can I...?”

“Yes!” was all you managed before his hips stuttered, driving himself as deeply into you as he could and letting loose. He snarled as he came, his gorgeous, scruffy face twisted in ecstasy as he unloaded everything he had into you, painting your womb in his pearly conquest. Your fluttering walls squeezed around him, making your combined juices dribble down your ass into a puddle on the floor. I just swept that damn floor.

“My starling,” Ezra panted, kissing every inch of your skin that he could reach. “Beautiful, gorgeous, celestial creature of the stars, I must apologize for my hurried pace-”

“Ez…”

“-but were I destined to meet my death come the morrow, I would do so without an ounce of regret-”

“Ezra…”

“Because I have been blessed with the knowledge, nay, the divinity of your heavenly body, yet I am nothing but a mortal man-”

“EZRA!” You snapped playfully, catching his flush, sweaty face between your hands. “Stop apologizing.”

He sucked a breath in, held it, and sighed, letting himself relax in your hold. “Sorry.” he whispered with a sweet kiss, tugging his softening cock free of your cunt with a groan. “Next time that I am permitted to indulge in your sacred wellspring I will certainly be takin’ my time. I want to pick you apart, starling, I want to know every part of you. Want to make you sing for me.”

“I’d like that too, Ez.” You kissed him deeply, slowly, savoring him one last time before the inevitable tolling of the watch bell. The brassy gonging chimed the hour from high above, signaling the changing of the watch.

“Fucksake, is it that time already?” He hissed, hurrying to put himself back together. “I have to get to my watch, darlin’, before they come lookin’ for me. Forgive me, beautiful.” He threw his overcoat back on and smoothed himself down, making sure everything was tucked out of sight. “Get some sleep, alright gorgeous? I’ll be thinkin’ of you all night.”

Ezra adored the way you giggled and nodded, unable to resist stealing one more kiss from you before dashing up the galley steps to take his place on watch rotation. He felt a little bad for leaving you to clean up after yourself, but the high he was riding buzzed delightfully though his synapses, and he couldn’t help the slight skip in his step as he patrolled the deck, breathing deeply the scent of you that clung to his body like a fine perfume.

Maybe if he had been paying more attention, he would have heard the tack tack tack of many-jointed steps coming from high above, the sound of pointed claws scurrying across the yard. If he’d looked up instead of out across the expanse, he would have seen the enormous yellow eyes and sinister smirk that infuriated him so much; and maybe if he wasn’t humming an odd little tune to himself, he might have heard the venomous hissing of a sneaky eavesdropper laughing secretly to themself as they stole away into the night, suddenly in the possession of a treasure more valuable than gold:

Blackmail.

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