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A story told in two parts.

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can you do a cowboy au sabezra moodboard?

Here ya go!!!

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Ghost Stories 04

Feat. Sabine Wren

Story Context: (Takes place shortly before the events of Ahsoka) Sabine tries to relax in Capital City's Memorial Park only to be interrupted by the presence of a lost child separated from his friend.

The afternoon sun shone high overhead Capital City which normally would have meant boiling temperatures for the citizens below, if it weren't for the unusual cool breeze coming down from the northern seas. The resulting temperature for the day meant it was perfect for outdoor activities and, as a result, Memorial Park was filled to bursting with families looking to enjoy the weather.

Sabine had never felt comfortable in crowds and over the years since the war had ended, she had become increasingly fond of avoiding them whenever possible. But she was not exactly in the mood to just sulk and brood in her comm-tower either; even Murley, her beloved loth-cat companion, was becoming increasingly irritated at her mood swings. She had not seen him this morning for his usual breakfast, which was uncommon for him.

Sabine had decided that was her sign to get out and "touch some grass" as the saying went. So, she did.

Besides - she knew that he would want her to go outside and get some sun. Closing her eyes, she could practically see the worried expression on his face; those piercing blue eyes that never missed a single detail filled with concern.

Come on, Sabine. You're not a fungus, you're a person! Get outside and breath the fresh air for once.

Sabine snorted. The line was his typical brand of affectionate cringe and full of the goofy humor that she loved so much.

That she missed so much.

"Next!" came a voice. Sabine blinked, shook herself out of her nostalgic reverie. The food vendor, an older Twi'lek male with aqua skin and wrinkles that suggested plenty of time spent in the sun, waved impatiently at her. She stepped forward in a hurry.

"What'll it be, sweetheart?" he asked.

She scanned the menu on the vendor's stall for a brief moment. "I'll just have a bottle of your lime-twist fizzy drink, please."

"Ah, a crowd favorite on this perfect day. Good choice, good choice. Fifteen credits, please," he said.

Sabine dug out the money from her pocket and handed it over. A few moments later, the Twi'lek produced a bottle of neon green fizzy drink. She popped open the cap, took a sample sip - yes, it was still ice cold. The lime twist flavor was a perfect blend of sweet and tart.

She smacked her lips, said thanks to the vendor, and went to go find a spot somewhere secluded to enjoy her drink in peace.

Memorial Park was a large octagon of evergreen forest, filled to the brim with plants and trees native to Lothal. The city designer had wanted to keep the boundary between nature and the city seamless as possible; to put forth the idea that the two could co-exist in harmony. After the tyranny of the machine hungry Empire, the idea of healing Lothal through its beautiful fields was well-received.

But it was called Memorial Park for a reason. Artists from all over Lothal had contributed their own works to enhancing the scenery; beautiful pieces that conveyed strength, beauty, grief, and joy lay strewn all over the park for all to admire.

Sabine had, of course, had added her own touch to the park. It was a strange twist of fate that she found her secluded spot exactly where her own art had found a home.

A simple pair of stone statues, standing tall and proud, their gaze always in the direction of Lothal's rising sun. The pair were holding hands; their faces never ceasing their encouraging smiles to all who came to visit them. A dedication plaque lay at their feet, inscribed by Sabine herself:

DEDICATED TO MIRA AND EPHRAIM BRIDGER

MAY THEIR SPIRITS ALWAYS GUIDE LOTHAL TO A BRIGHTER DAY

She felt a lump form in her throat at the sight of Ezra's parents. How many hours had she spent, studying records and photographs and holo-vids, making sure she had their features perfected to the exact detail? She remembered the day Ryder, the Governor of Lothal, had seen her initial design for the statues. Sabine remembered how he had cried at the sight of his old friends again, forever memorialized for their heroic sacrifice.

One day, she promised herself, she would bring Ezra here. He hoped that her friend would like it.

Taking another sip of her fizzy drink, she spotted a nearby bench under the shade of several trees. Sabine walked over and took a seat, basking in the cool afternoon breeze rustling through the forest.

She set her drink down on the bench. Despite the day's brightness and the general sense of contentment hovering over the park, Sabine still didn't feel her mood considerably lifted. It still hung sourly over her, like a listless, grey cloud.

Sighing, she turned to reach for her drink -

Only to find a disheveled humanoid male child, covered in leaves and grass, chugging away at what was left of it.

Sabine stared at the kid, mouth slightly agape. "Hey!"

He downed the last few gulps and let out an enormous burp. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The boy blinked at her. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I was really thirsty."

"There's a food vendor not far from here," she said in an annoyed tone. "You got fifteen credits on you? Because that's how much you owe me, kid."

He blinked at her some more - and then started to cry.

Ah, kriff. Way to go, Sabine.

Feeling her momentary anger drain away, she kneeled down in front of the boy. At closer inspection, she noted some scrapes on his hands and knees - add all that to his general unkemptness, and the idea formed that he had been running from a fight.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry for getting annoyed, okay? Sit down right here," she said, gently guiding the young child onto the bench next to her.

"I'm really s-sorry. I'm lost. I got separated from my friend, Val." The boy sniffed loudly and wiped his face with a dirt-streaked sleeve.

"Were you in a fight?" Sabine asked. "With your friend?"

"No. Me and Val have been taking care of some loth kittens hiding out beneath a diner near our houses. We think the mama was taken by a poacher."

"Ah," she said. "Let me guess - the poacher came back." There were rumors that elite clientele all over the galaxy had gained an interest in garments made from loth-cat fur. Governor Ryder had come down hard on any criminal elements looking to make a fortune off the native felines, but some poachers still managed to escape through the security net set up by the Lothal Defense Force.

The boy nodded miserably. "We fought him. Val bit him on the hand. He got really angry."

Sabine arched an eyebrow at him, mildly impressed. "You fought him? A grown adult man?"

"Wasn't human. Gamorrean."

Wow. She was even more impressed. The Gamorreans were beefy, strong folk with a pig-like snout accompanied with sharp, tiny tusks that liked to punch first and ask questions later. The Hutt cartels liked to use them as guards, she had heard. They were big, ugly, mean, and could dish out a brutal beating when enraged.

"He grabbed Val and started shaking her real hard. I got scared, threw the biggest rock I could find at his ugly head. He started chasing me. I think he lost my trail on the way here. I hope Val's okay."

Sabine patted him on the back. "You two are very brave. I'm sure she's fine."

The boy sniffed again. "We promised to find each other if we ever got lost. But I'm dumb. I'm terrible with directions. I didn't even tell her where I was going."

"Hey," Sabine said gently. "She made you a promise, right? She'll find you. Just hang out here with me until she comes along."

He looked up at her. "How can you be sure that she'll be here?"

Sabine shrugged. "Just a feeling."

"Okay," said the boy, sounding less uncertain. "What's your name, lady?"

"I'm Sabine," she said, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm - uh . . ." The boy suddenly trailed off, looking nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "My parents said I shouldn't give my name to strangers."

She chuckled. "That's fair. Guess that makes me a dummy, then."

"No - no, not at all!" exclaimed the boy, looking horrified that he had potentially insulted his new friend. "That's not what I - "

His stomach rumbled really loud, piercing the forest ambiance.

The boy's cheeks were aflame. Sabine couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's go see that food vendor I was talking about," she said.

She was out another thirty credits after they had finished ordering. The kid ate like he had been starved for a week.

"Feeling better?" she asked after he had scarfed down the last morsel.

He nodded vigorously, his cheeks full of food.

"That's good - " she started to say, when a pair of tiny feet drop kicked her in the stomach. Suddenly winded, she staggered backward a few steps.

"Leave him alone!" came a voice.

The boy's face whipped around, eyes wide with surprise. "Val!" he said. "You found me!"

Sabine, doubled over in pain, said in a weak voice, "Congrats. She found you. If you could please tell her not to kick me again . . ."

He threw his arms out and stopped the young, scrawny girl from another rushing attack. "Val! It's okay. She's a friend, she helped me."

The young girl - tousled brown hair, honey colored skin, eyes the color of sea algae - paused. "Oh, uh. She did?"

"Yeah."

Sabine crawled over to the bench and used it to prop herself up. Rubbing at her stomach, she grimaced at the pair.

"Good kick," she wheezed.

Val had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm sorry."

Sabine waved her off, still catching her breath. Val whirled on her friend. "Where were you? Why did you run off like that? That mean Gamorrean was chasing after you, idiot!"

The boy blinked at his friend's surprising anger. "He was hurting you. I had to do something."

Val shoved him, tears in her eyes. "He could have torn you apart, Ezra!"

Sabine froze at the name.

"I'm really sorry, Val. I had to lead him away from you and the loth kittens - hey, are they okay?"

The young girl nodded, sniffing. "They're okay. I convinced my parents to let them stay at our house until we can find proper homes."

The boy - Ezra - looked relieved. "That's totally wizard! Can I come visit?"

Val snorted. "Of course you can, dummy."

She wrapped her friend in a bear hug. "I'm glad I found you, Ezra."

He smiled and returned the affectionate gesture. "I knew you would."

Sabine was standing now, watching them. The pain in her stomach had receded.

"Your name is Ezra?" she asked the boy.

He nodded at her. "My parents named me after the Hero of Lothal."

Val said proudly, "He's brave, just like Ezra Bridger was."

Sabine stared at them. "I can see that," she said softly.

A soft breeze blew gently through the trees. Val checked her chronometer. "We have to get going now, Ezra. Promised my Mom and Dad that we'd help out with the loth kittens."

Ezra nodded. "Okay." He turned to Sabine. "Thanks for the help."

Sabine nodded. Val stepped forward. "Sorry about the kick again. He's my best friend, you know? We watch each other's backs. And thanks for keeping Ezra safe until I found him."

"You should get moving now," Sabine replied quietly. "It'll be getting dark soon."

They both nodded and, with a final cheery wave, darted through the trees towards the park exit.

Sabine watched them go, receding into the distance until she couldn't see them anymore.

When will it be my turn?

Sabine abruptly turned towards the statues of Ezra's parents. Their faces remained jovial, as she had made them to be. She wondered how the real life Mira and Ephraim Bridger would judge her in this moment: all these years later, still not being able to find their son.

"It's not our Ezra, I know," she said in a shaky voice. There was pain in her stomach, but not from the fierce kick given by young Val. "But I'll take this as a sign from the Force or whatever. I'll find him soon."

She knelt down in front of them, her head bowed in penance. "I'm sorry it's taking so long. I haven't given up, I promise. I will never give up. I will bring him home to you."

The Bridgers stared ahead, their smiles never ceasing in their encouragement. Sabine stood up, wiping away the tears trailing down her face.

Next time, she thought. I will not come here alone.

He'll be here with me.

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #ezrabine #ahsoka show #ahsoka #sabezra fanfiction #ghost stories 04

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@swsource​ star wars week: day #1 – The Chosen One

⤷ Sabine Wren

#sww24 #swedit #rebelsedit #sabine wren #star wars rebels #ahsoka show #ahsoka #natasha liu bordizzo #gorgeous

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Prologue Summary: Thrawn has been defeated. The Imperial Remnant has fled in full retreat, disappearing into the Unknown Regions. All across the galaxy, citizens of the New Republic celebrate - free, at last, from the Empire's long shadow. But as the galaxy looks forward to a new era of peace and prosperity, not all are able to share in the celebrations. Mandalore, once again, finds itself on the brink of civil war. A new, violent faction of Mandalorians - vowing to punish the traitors who led Mandalore to ruin - has risen, sowing fear and anger wherever they strike. With the violence reaching a fever pitch, a clandestine meeting takes place in the dark ruins of the once great Mandalorian capital city of Sundari . . . one that has ominous consequences for the hard-won peace enjoyed by the New Republic. And as the future of Mandalore lies at stake, Bo-Katan Kryze makes a desperate call to the planet Lothal, hoping to reach the only two people she trusts to help prevent another war that will destroy any chance of a brighter tomorrow for her people . . .

Overture: RUIN

Ruins of Sundari, Night

Walking through the ruins of Sundari, Kaizer reflected, was a perfect illustration of the current state of Mandalorian society. He had been present during the Night of a Thousand Tears and, like countless others of his kind, believed that to be the true end of Mandalore.

Thankfully, he had been proven wrong. The planet - and its people - survived, as they always do. But it had come at a great cost. Countless wars throughout Mandalore's history, waged with outsiders and with each other, had left the planet barren. Rock and steel and ancient traditions are all that had survived until now.

Some saw it as a victory; proof that Mandalorians could survive anything the galaxy threw their way.

Kaizer knew different. It was the death of a thousand cuts. His people were starving; everything they subsisted on was imported. Crime, disease, and a general air of hopelessness pervaded the population. They had no economy to speak of; nothing to trade with other nearby planets, except for their services as mercenaries or bounty hunters.

The New Republic offered little help. They were too far from the Central Core, and they were still cleaning up the mess from Thrawn's campaign of conquest. At least, that was the official excuse.

Bo-Katan Kryze, newly installed in her position of Mand'alor, was desperately trying to find help where she could. But she was running out of time.

Yes, he reflected darkly, Mandalore survived. But survival cost more every time - and at some point, the cost would be too high to justify. There wouldn't be anything - or anyone - left to pay that price.

His steps echoed in the hollowed-out subsection of the city's underside. There were no city lights to guide his way, but the natural light from the stars and moon above were enough for him to see his way. The larger rubble and debris had been moved aside for somewhat safe passage; thin pools of murky water covered the exposed ground. Small insects and reptiles scattered in his wake as he made his way to the meeting spot.

Finally, ducking through a narrow opening between two chunks of large rock, he arrived in a secret alcove that appeared to be the remains of an archive. He gazed around at the shelves, holding countless data pads; all ruined, he was sure, by the wear and tear of time over the years.

He sighed. The valuable history and knowledge of his people lost so senselessly.

Would it end someday? The cycle of violence that plagued Mandalorians?

Kaizer clenched his fists. I will end it, he thought. I know the way to save us all.

I will do it for you, Melody. I will make it right. As you asked.

"You're late," came a voice in the dark.

He turned to find a cloaked figure, their robes shimmering crimson in the dim lighting. Kaizer barely made out a face: a hooked nose and a cruel twist of a mouth, along with amber eyes that glinted with a dark intelligence. Humanoid, male, and middle-aged.

Kaizer eyed the man apprehensively, weighing his response. He still had no name for this man or any other distinguishing information on his purpose or why he was here. He had appeared months ago, offering him the resources to kick-start his plan - a plan that would have taken years to get off the ground. Now everything was in place, mere months after his first initial appearance.

Their goals were aligned, was all that the man offered about himself. Suspiciously so, Kaizer thought at the time.

"Planning a coup happens to be a time-consuming activity," Kaizer replied.

"Indeed," said the man. "But my master asks for a progress report. He grows impatient."

"Your master," Kaizer repeated. "You've never said why he's so interested in helping our cause."

"As I've said before: our goals are aligned. Bo-Katan must not remain in power. New leadership would be beneficial to Mandalore's future in the years to come."

Kaizer studied him. "You're that scared of her?"

"Not so much her, but who she has chosen as her successor."

Kaizer arched an eyebrow. "You've heard the rumors regarding Countess Wren, I see."

"As have you," stated the man, a touch of impatience entering his voice. "I would hope you have a plan to counter Bo-Katan. Sabine Wren is a problem, one that must be handled swiftly."

He leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed. "We do have a plan. Sacha is ready. She has long prepared for her role in the events to come."

"Yes, your young ward . . ." The older man sounded doubtful.

"Is there a problem?" asked Kaizer sharply.

"The prophecy. Is she aware of it?"

"Of course she is. Her whole life is based around it."

"So is Sabine Wren's," countered the other man.

"Only she is not aware of it," replied Kaizer. "That gives us the advantage. The Countess remains in the dark without that knowledge. My sources tell me that Bo-Katan has not informed her about any of it."

The cloaked man went quiet for a moment. Then, he said, "I worry about your ward's lineage. It could affect her loyalties."

Kaizer gritted his teeth. "Sacha is loyal to me. To the cause. I have no doubt of that."

"She is a Wren. They are known traitors."

"Rebels," corrected Kaizer. "They fought for Mandalore. Even misguided as they were. And Sacha is only half-Wren, on her father's side."

The other man snorted disdainfully. "Your continued affection towards Clan Wren baffles me considering your own lineage, Kaizer. Your own clan - "

" - Deserved what happened to them," retorted Kaizer. "I don't need to be reminded of my own history, old man. Sacha and I will see the plan through. Bo-Katan will fall, and Countess Wren will never take the throne. I stake my honor on it."

"And what of my master's gift? Should your plan fail, are you willing to use it?"

Kaizer paused, feeling sick at the thought.

The Endfire. Kyr Tracyn.

"Better Mandalore be turned to dust, then let it fall into the hands of Sabine Wren in the future," urged the cloaked man. "She will bring your people to ruin. My master has seen it. You have seen it. That is why you agreed to accept our gift."

Kaizer chose his next words carefully. "It is to be used as a last resort, only."

The other man settled into dissatisfied silence but said nothing further. Kaizer took that as his cue to leave.

"I wonder what your father would think of you now, Kaizer Saxon," said the cloaked man to his back.

Kaizer slowly turned around, his blood freezing at the mention of his surname. It had been many years since he had last heard it uttered out loud. He had long ago chosen to walk away from it.

He shrugged. "He's dead, old man. And you will be too if you mention him again in my company."

A flash of a malicious grin underneath the cloaked hood. "You are so much like him, my dear boy. Not just in looks - your heart, as well."

Kaizer's eye twitched. His fingers rested on the butt of his blaster, holstered on his side, tapping away gently.

After a few tense moments, he finally restrained the impulse to murder the other man and stalked away into the ruined city.

Minutes passed and the cloaked figure stepped out and made for his own exit, taking short, cautious steps through the ruins.

When both men were long gone, Koska Reeves - personal guard to Lady Bo-Katan - stepped out of her hiding spot nearby. Checking her comm-link to ensure that their conversation had been recorded in its entirety, thanks to a data-recorder cleverly hidden in a shelf within the ruined archive, she then sent a quick message to her lady.

"Lady Kryze," said Koska. "You heard everything?"

"Yes," came the reply. "Are you safe? Did they see you?"

"I'm safe for the moment. They never saw me, my Lady."

"Good work," said Bo-Katan, her voice full of pride. "Come to my private suite immediately. We have much to discuss. The Elders are already here."

"At once," responded Koska. She paused. "Permission to speak informally, my lady?"

"Granted, Koska."

She let out a deep breath. "This is real kriffing bad, Bo."

"Understatement of the century," came Bo-Katan's dry reply. "We are knee deep in bantha poo-doo, I admit."

Koska thought back to what was said in the clandestine meeting. "Is it true?" she whispered. "There was another survivor of Clan Wren?"

There was a long pause - so long, Koska thought the signal had died. Finally, Bo-Katan said quietly, "Yes. Very few knew about it outside of the family."

"Even Sabine?" asked Koska.

"No. She was the exception. Her mother made sure she never knew."

"Why?" she asked. "Why wouldn't she want her to know?"

"Ursa had her reasons," said Bo-Katan. "But the main thing, as always with her, was that she was protecting Sabine."

Koska only knew Ursa Wren by reputation and from the stories told by Bo-Katan. The idea of a family member keeping the existence of one of their own a secret from another . . . she couldn't fathom it. How would that secret serve to protect Sabine?

"How - how does Sacha exist?" asked Koska. "And how did the son of Gar Saxon come to find her?"

"That's a long story, Koska. I'll explain it more when you return."

She nodded to herself and prepared her jetpack for take-off. The dark, ruined city around her suddenly felt malevolently alive - and it also felt like it was watching her.

But, one last question remained. "Bo?"

"Yes, Koska?"

"Are you going to call them?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," said Bo-Katan. "We need their help."

Koska thought for a second. "Everything will change once Sabine knows the truth," she said solemnly. "And this prophecy, too . . . she'll hate you, Bo. She might not be on Mandalore's side, once this is all over."

A deep sigh emitted from the comm-link. "I'll take that chance. But you don't know her like I do, Koska. I know her heart. I know who she gets it from. She'll make the right choice."

Koska didn't have anything to say in return. The words from Bo-Katan were hardly comforting. But it was all she had.

The future of Mandalore rested upon Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger's shoulders from here on out. Their choices in the days to come would decide everything.

Koska shook herself mentally. There was still work to be done, and Bo-Katan would need her.

A Mandalorian and a Jedi, she thought, dark amusement flickering through her. They'll definitely cause problems, for sure. I just hope it's for the other side and not us.

She sighed. It was going to be a busy couple days ahead, full of violence and history shaping events.

Koska Reeves activated her jetpack and flew into the long, dark night.

TO BE CONTINUED IN:

THE FIRST VERSE OF A SONG OF STARBIRDS AND WOLVES

RECKONING

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best ship dynamic is when they go from "you fool" (derogatory) to "you fool" (desperate)

#sabezra #ship dynamics #sabine wren #ezra bridger

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NaPoWriMo #31: A poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards

Orpheus

He loved And looked And sealed her doom Forever now the widowed groom

He loved And looked Through death's domain And swore he'd bring her home again

He loved And looked As died the wife Too quickly taken from this life

He loved And looked And wed the bride He vowed to keep safe at his side

At his first sight The beauty there Devotion sparked beyond compare

He lost, yet knew The gift she was And all because He looked And loved

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#star wars #game of thrones #crossover #sabezra #au #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #ezrabine #ahsoka show #sabezra fanfiction

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Datapad

Hello there!🤗 I hope you'll enjoy this fic!❤️

Summary: Ezra breaks his datapad and asks Sabine to fix it. However he also asks Sabine to borrow him her datapad. While using Sabine's datapad, Ezra discovers that Sabine was chatting with Ketsu about him and she sees him much more than just a friend.

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: None! 😀

Word count: 1,818

Link to AO3:

#star wars #sabezra #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars rebels #ezrabine #sabezra fanfiction

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Dubious advice and dumb decisions... how fun!

Taglist:

@keeper-of-sparkly-things @kanerallels @better-call-mau1 @seleneisrising @jedi-nurse @dootchster @ana-cantskywalker @thefinaljediknight

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #ezrabine #sabezra fanfiction

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Thanks, Lego Star Wars, for fixing the Ahsoka show by sending Sabine home with Ezra. 👏

Lego Star Wars - 25 Years

#star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #hera syndulla #the ghost #lego star wars #c1 10p #lego star wars 25 #sabezra

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You don't need another human being to make your life complete, but let's be honest. — Emery Allen

*Art by the fantastic Luneat (MoonFishGhost) and story by yours truly.

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #ezrabine #ahsoka show #ahsoka #natasha liu bordizzo #eman esfandi #sabezra fanart

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#star wars #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabine & ezra #howlers #art #ahsoka series #fanart #digital art #ahsoka show #sabezra #SUGAR #YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN #BLESS YOU

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A little one-shot for a Friday treat. Featuring kisses

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabezra #sabine wren #ezrabine #ahsoka show #ahsoka #sabezra fanfiction #sweet and simple #we love to read it!

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Ezra: What’s wrong? You look grumpier than usual.

Sabine: People are being condescending. I despise being looked down upon.

Ezra: I thought you’d be used to that by now? Considering your height. I mean, most of everyone we know looks down at you.

Sabine: (cracking knuckles loudly)

Ezra: Hmmm. You’re really SHORT tempered today - ow. OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #ezrabine #ahsoka show #ahsoka #the Discord mutuals know #what this post is inspired by #anyway #we stan a short queen #tiny #but FIERCE

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sure dave filoni might not be a particularly careful planner, or respect the works of people that are not him, or care about lore or character consistency, or think about the implications of his worldbuilding on the wider franchise. but at least he doesn't respect the characterization of his own ocs either

#dave filoni critical #he frustrates #and intrigues me #in equal measures #i’ve got mixed feelings on him

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Dear sweet mutuals, I love you. I am so grateful for you. Thank you for tagging me in tag games, particularly writer tag games, that I haven't responded to for quite a while. I've been struggling to write for a long time, so there hasn't been anything to quote or share.

But I may be working on the fairy tale that I wanted to write, and I'm really excited about it. I'm not going to post it at all until it's near completion, so...snippet?

Buzz - buzz - buzz

Blearily she blinked herself awake but into darkness. It was still night. A quick check of the chronometer revealed she’d fallen asleep incredibly early…but still…

Buzz - buzz - buzz

…she definitely wasn’t expecting anyone. At that hour or any other.

Buzz - buzz - buuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz…

Sabine groaned and rolled over, grinding the heels of her hands into her eyes to remove the grit from sleep and tears.

Buuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz…

With a huff, she heaved herself up and off of the couch and over to the intercom.

“What?!” she barked into the speaker.

No answer.

Just a faint sound…like…breathing?...

Buuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz…

“Who is this?” she said. “Identify yourself.”

Buuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz…

“Go away,” she told the buzzer. “I’m heavily armed, and you do not want to make me angry.”

Buuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz…

“This is your last warning before I call in the entire Lothal Defense Corps. After you deal with me. Are we clear?!”

Sabine waited a minute. Then two. She listened.

The heavy breathing had become heavier, like panting, and it faded in and out, as if the caller was pacing in front of the comm. Then Sabine jumped back as a loud huff was followed by the ear-piercing smash of the comm unit.

Holstering her WESTAR’s and collecting her lightsaber, Sabine hurried to the lift to deal with the menace below. One caller wasn’t more than she could handle.

But when she reached the ground floor and the doors parted, Sabine could only gasp.

The storm was gone. A sky full of brightly twinkling stars greeted her, and there, underneath it, sat an old friend. One she hadn't seen in a long time.

Sabine stepped out cautiously into the Lothal night, gazing up into the face of the White Loth Wolf.

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