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kazoosandfannypacks · 7 months

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sabezra week day 3: what if: what if sabine hadn't gone back to help ahsoka and left with ezra instead?

chapter word count: 1.6K

a/n: this is based on the idea i had a few weeks ago and knew i'd inevitably end up writing. i fully intended to post this as a oneshot, but i've already written a second chapter and have a third in the works as we speak!

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also on ao3!

Chapter 1: Ukor B'ukor

Sabine and Ezra stood side by side at the edge of the tower on Perida, staring in disbelief at the ever-widening gap between them and the Star Destroyer.

"I can't make that jump," he shook his head.

"Yes you can," Sabine nodded. She hadn't come this far to bring Ezra home only to fall short now.

"I appreciate the confidence…"

After all the times Ahsoka had told her not to make excuses, Sabine wasn't gonna take any from Ezra. She'd seen him and Kanan do this a hundred times, and there was no reason it wouldn't work this time.

"No," Sabine took a few steps back, "I push you first, then you pull me across."

He looked back at her, and she nodded.

"I can do this," she said.

He looked back at the ship that was slowly moving further and further away from them.

"Ezra," Sabine said, "the longer you hesitate, the harder this gets. Come on!"

Without another word— Ezra was wise enough by now to know there was no use arguing with her— he turned quickly and ran past her, then knelt to the ground for a running start.

"Ready?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Go!"

She watched him run past her, almost in disbelief that he'd trusted another one of her wild ideas. Though she knew that the leap of faith was probably scarier for Ezra to do than it was for her to watch, she couldn't quite be sure. After all she went through to get him back, it would be a tragedy if now they fell short— no pun intended.

It wasn't until she could feel the Force pulling on Ezra through her that she realized how weighty this responsibility was: he'd put his life in her hands here. He was counting on her once again, and once again, she wouldn't fail him.

He hadn't quite landed in the hangar, but he'd gotten a firm grip on the platform below it, and as soon as he'd regained his bearings, he jumped up onto the floor. He was quick to disarm one of the troopers, sending him tumbling off the ledge. Before Ezra could get to the other trooper on the landing, Sabine did, ever at the ready with her blasters.

Ezra looked back across the way to her.

"Come on," he called, "your turn!"

She quickly ran back to get a running start, and saw Ahsoka in the distance, battling the troopers they'd been facing.

Sabine looked back at Ahsoka, and Ahsoka looked at her, and time froze.

"I can't leave you here," Sabine thought.

"Go," Ahsoka nodded, and though it was barely more than a whisper, she could hear it.

"May the force be with you," Sabine smiled at Ahsoka, but their bond was cut off by the distant cries of her name.

She nodded, turned, and ran to the edge of the tower. After all this time of Ezra counting on her, it was her turn to count on him.

"Here goes nothing— and everything," she thought, knowing that as soon as she was airborne, the only hope she had of landing on the ship was Ezra. She closed her eyes, threw herself forward, and took the scariest leap of faith of her life.

For a moment, she felt free, weightless, alive— but it wasn't long before the panic kicked in and she realized there was nothing beneath her, and she was beginning to fall, to drop to the surface of the planet below, cursing that she didn't have her jetpack with her.

And then she felt a presence all around her, strong, warm, almost like home: the Force, Ezra, pulling her up, bringing her closer to the ship. It all happened so fast: one minute, she was falling to her doom; the next, she was hurtling into Ezra's arms.

He caught her in his embrace so fast and so hard that she almost sent him tumbling backwards, and her along with him. Instead, they steadied themselves against each other, his hands gripping her shoulders.

"I've got you," he said, "I've got you."

She looked up at the relieved smile on his face, and the rich blueness in his eyes, and smiled as well.

"We made it," she laughed.

"We did it," Ezra laughed.

Out of excitement, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same, losing themselves for a moment in each other's embrace.

She'd quickly gotten used to the feeling of his stupid fluffy beard against her cheek, and now she couldn't help realizing again how strong he was now, as his arms tightened around her, and she gripped him tighter as well.

"We did it," Sabine thought, "I'm bringing him home."

She could already picture all the reunions to follow. Chopper and Zeb would no doubt be ready with quick remarks to hide how much they'd missed him, though Sabine knew full well the stockpile of helmets Zeb had tucked away for Ezra in their old room in The Ghost. She also anticipated how all the caution and regret that'd followed Hera these last few years would quickly melt away as she'd welcome her lost son home.

And, of course, a few special first meetings were in order as well. Jacen almost thought Ezra was the stuff of legends by now, but to get to meet him, maybe even learn a thing or two from him— it would be good for them both. And, of course, Sabine was ready for the teasing when Ezra found out she'd adopted a Loth Cat, though she wasn't quite ready yet for Ezra's reaction to Murley's nickname, Cyare Kaysh Mirsh Solus, being partly because of how much he reminded her of Ezra— and especially after Ezra found out what those words mean in Mando'a.

But for now, she was glad that the only catching up to do was still just her and Ezra. After a decade of "what if" and "why" and "how," she'd finally found certainty. No more wondering if she could've stopped him. No more kicking herself in the foot for words she'd never said. No more lying awake at night thinking she was foolish for even hoping he'd survived.

Now all of her hopes proved real, because here he was— in her arms— with the same smile and the scars on his cheek and those eyes that were a shade of blue no painting could replicate.

"We're going home," Ezra said, as if knowing exactly what she was thinking, "I always knew I could count on you."

She watched his face fall, though, as he turned away from her and back toward the tower, and she followed his concerned gaze to see Ahsoka, still in battle, alone and surrounded.

"I should've gone back for her," Sabine said, taking a step away from Ezra, "I should've stayed…."

"Sabine, no," Ezra said, grabbing her by the arms, "our path is different from hers. Ahsoka knew what choice she was making, and she knew it would give us time to escape."

"But I should be down there with her," Sabine said.

"Your path doesn't lie on Perida," Ezra's tone lowered as his eyes caught hers, "and I didn't spend ten years waiting for you just to leave without you."

She shook her head and smiled, then deflected whatever feelings her smile would betray by looking away, back at Ahsoka.

Together they watched as the enemies overtook Ahsoka, surrounded her on all sides. Almost as if by instinct, Sabine stepped closer to Ezra, and he wrapped an arm around her for comfort, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder.

As the troopers closed in on the fallen Ahsoka, then held their ground, Morgan stood over her, as if ready to strike the final blow. Ahsoka responded with the unexpected: she knocked her off her feet with a force push, and with the same motion swirled her lightsaber around herself completely, carving a hole in the floor beneath her and sending herself down into it.

Sabine and Ezra leaned closer to the ledge, trying to see what happened as the Star Destroyer pulled farther and farther away. Several troopers rained down barrages of blasterfire into the hole, but to no avail. Lower in the side of the tower the wall burst open, as if weakened by lightsaber and then broken through— which is exactly what happened, Sabine reasoned, as Ahsoka jumped through it. At the same moment, a ship pulled around the tower— Huyang must've gotten that old rustbucket working— and caught Ahsoka as she jumped, landing her safely in the open hatch on top.

"She's gonna be fine," Sabine laughed.

"She always is," Ezra said.

The ship flew over their heads, above the Star Destroyer.

"She's landing on top of us" Sabine said, looking up, "close enough that tracking beacons won't pick up on the ship. She'll lie low until she can get out of here, and meet us back on Lothal."

"How do you even know that?" Ezra asked.

"I think I can feel it," Sabine said, "it must be a Force thing."

Ezra laughed, "careful there, Mandalorian. You're starting to sound like a Jedi."

"I wouldn't say that yet," Sabine said, "I still have a lot to figure out."

"Me too," Ezra said, "not just about the Force, but everything else too. So much has changed…"

"We'll figure it out together," Sabine said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"We always did make quite a team," Ezra said.

Sabine looked up at him with a smile, which only widened in response to Ezra's smile, and the knowing but still questioning look in his eyes.

One last time before they had to find a place to hide, Sabine found her way into Ezra's embrace as they pulled each other in for another hug.

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illuminatedquill · 6 months

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Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

Murley and Me

Story Summary: During a dark and stormy night on Lothal, Sabine finally tells Ezra the story of how she met her beloved loth-cat, Murley.

Rain and wind spattered unceasingly against the watchtower's windows but the old structure still held firm after all these years; it had survived the worst of the Empire - a mere thunderstorm, no matter how powerful, would not cause it to topple.

Sabine sat on the couch, her feet propped up on the living room table, enjoying the particularly cozy feeling of being safe inside shelter while a storm raged outside.

It's a feeling as universal as the Force, she mused. Must be.

On the ledge of a nearby window sill, Murley - her loth-cat - perched silently and watched the rain and flashes of lightning with avid interest. Sabine smiled fondly.

There was a gentle thunk on the table and she felt the warm, loving presence of her husband, Ezra Bridger, join her on the couch. She looked over to the table and found the familiar sight of his holo-recording from so many years ago laying there.

"Whoa," she said, eyes widening. "Where'd you find that? Thought I'd lost it."

"Dug it out of a drawer. Let's see if it still plays - aha." Ezra pushed the power button and, sure enough, the recording came to life. It was a surreal sight for Sabine to watch the current, older Ezra watch his younger self on the message.

He gazed at the recording, a soft smile appearing on his face. "You were watching this a lot, huh," he said without looking at her.

Sabine felt her cheeks grow hot. "What makes you say that?" she asked, trying to play it cool.

"You're mouthing the words along with the recording. You've got the whole message memorized, I bet."

Embarrassed, Sabine just let out a scoff and turned her face away to hide the full-on blush. "Only watched it if I needed something to laugh at."

"Hmmm, nice to know it was good for something at least," Ezra replied. He sighed and leaned back into the couch, wrapping an arm around her. "I leave you alone for a couple years and you were busy swooning over a younger man the whole time."

Sabine let out a laugh. "Well," she admitted, "he was pretty cute."

Ezra raised an eyebrow. "Cute? That's it? That's all it takes to get your attention?"

She elbowed him. "Watch it."

Ezra chuckled, rubbing his side. Sabine grinned at him, before leaning deeper into his embrace.

They sat like that for a few moments, listening to the thunderstorm rage outside. Murley, hearing the commotion, decided to join them at the couch; Sabine heard the mewling and looked down to see the loth-cat looking curiously up at them.

"Hey, buddy," she said. "Want to join in the cuddle?"

Murley cocked his head at her, eyes bright. His tail wagged eagerly.

"Alright, then." She reached over to the table, grabbing his favorite pillow and then placed it on her lap.

Sabine patted the pillow. "You can come up now."

The loth-cat bounded up to the couch and kneaded at the pillow before curling up on Sabine's lap. She gave him some affectionate scratches on his tummy, as way of thanks. "Good boy, Murley," she cooed.

Murley purred his gratitude in reply.

Ezra watched them both with a warm smile. "You know," he said, "I just realized you never told me how you met Murley."

Sabine's hand froze for a second, hovering just above Murley's exposed stomach for another round of scratches.

Outside, thunder rumbled.

"Oh, yeah," she said, a little too casually. "It's not a big deal."

One of the problems with having a Jedi husband, however, was that you were never completely alone.

Ezra raised an eyebrow and said, wryly, "I caught that."

Sabine grimaced. Sometimes she missed having her thoughts and feelings to herself.

"Look," she admitted, "it's not an . . . easy story to tell. I'm not - I don't want you to know."

"Why?"

Sabine looked her husband straight in the eye. "Because I'm ashamed."

"About meeting Murley? Or something else?"

Sabine replied, hesitantly, "Murley . . . saved my life."

Ezra frowned. She could feel his worry wrapping around her in the Force, probing at the edges of her mind - but he stayed quiet.

"Saved your life from . . . who?" asked Ezra.

Sabine kept her focus on the sleeping loth-cat when she replied, "From myself."

"If you don't want to talk about it, I will respect that," said Ezra after a while.

Sabine took a deep breath and kept petting a sleeping Murley on her lap, thinking.

After a long moment of listening to the rain falling outside, she said, slowly, "Maybe it's time."

She felt Ezra's gaze but continued to focus on the loth-cat on her lap.

"Sabine. If you're not sure - "

She snorted. "I'm never sure. But we're married now. No sense in keeping secrets."

Sabine leaned back into her husband's embrace, letting his love and sincerity and devotion flow in, filling the dark cracks opening around the edges of her memory.

One of the benefits of having a Jedi husband, she thought contentedly, was that you were never completely alone.

"Ready when you are," said Ezra. "Otherwise, I'm about to join Murley and fall asleep over here."

She reached down and pinched his leg.

"Ow."

Sabine smiled and began to speak.

"Before Ahsoka came to me with the map to Peridea, I was searching all over the galaxy for leads; leads on the purrgils, leads on Thrawn, leads on you. Anything I could find."

"There were whole months that went by without anything popping up. And I just . . . stayed here. Waiting. I didn't leave the watchtower unless there was another lead that came up worth investigating. I just . . . holed up in here. Absent from everything else."

Sabine closed her eyes, remembering the mounting desperation she felt with each passing day; the frustration that threatened to boil over when her attempts at finding clues to Ezra's whereabouts ultimately lead to nowhere.

And she remembered how empty the watchtower was whenever she came back. How the hole inside her widened more with each day of Ezra's absence with the realization that he was still not there.

She took a deep breath and continued. "All that mattered was finding you. Nothing else. I didn't eat much or sleep or . . . I wasn't really much of a person during those years."

Even through the Force, Sabine couldn't gauge Ezra's reaction. Something dark began coalesce beneath the currents of worry and reassuring love, but she couldn't get a proper feel for it.

She plowed on. "It was such a waste of time and credits, in hindsight. None of the leads panned out. Some of them were traps, actually; word had begun to spread among the seedier types in the galaxy that a Mandalorian was venturing out by her lonesome and they saw an opportunity to score a lucrative payday if they took my beskar armor."

Finally, Ezra stirred. "Were you ever hurt?"

Sabine gave her husband a cross look. "Ezra."

He snorted. "Right. What was I thinking?" His face turned serious for a moment, his eyes probing. "Others were hurt, though."

Sabine grimaced. "Yeah . . . I tried to minimize the damage, but the pirates started getting more determined with each encounter. Innocents started getting in the cross-fire. I had to stop leaving Lothal after a while, permanently."

"Where does Murley come into this?"

The loth-cat in question snuffled in his sleep; Sabine resumed petting him. "Every time I returned from these trips, this mangy loth-cat was waiting for me inside the watchtower."

Ezra raised an eye-brow. "He got in? How?"

Sabine shrugged. "Not a clue. I kept checking and re-checking every possible way he could get in and making sure it was air-tight. Murley kept finding a way in."

Murley popped open a curious eye at the mention of his name. She blew a kiss at him.

"Smart loth-cat," mused Ezra.

"Annoying, too," muttered Sabine. "He always brought in something with him: sticks, bits of machinery that I didn't recognize, random credit chips, some clothes - even one time, a dead womp rat."

"A womp rat?" Ezra's voice was incredulous. "I don't think those are native on Lothal."

She shook her head. "I have no idea where he was getting all this stuff. Or why this weird loth-cat kept appearing in my home and giving me this stuff."

Ezra looked thoughtful for a second and then said, quietly, "I think he was trying to take care of you, Sabine."

She looked at him, startled. "Take care of me?"

"Loth-cats are inquisitve creatures, you know. Smart and observant. He was bringing things he thought you needed. Random machine parts since you're always tinkering away on something; credit chips, he'd probably seen people in the capital using those to buy stuff; clothes, being an obvious point; even the dead womp rat, for food."

"And the sticks?"

Gently, Ezra reached over and petted Murley on the head. "I think he wanted to play."

Sabine stared down at the loth-cat in her lap, feeling dumb-struck. "I should have been nicer to him."

"Did you give him the boot every time he showed up?"

"No - I fed him, but I never let him stay." All those years he kept showing up . . . the guilt surged deep inside her. "I'm such an idiot. I was so mean."

Ezra gripped her hand. "You were barely taking care of yourself. Murley would have been an added strain," he said, carefully.

"Maybe," Sabine replied, uncertainly.

"And it all worked out for the best. He's here now, right?"

Sabine took a deep breath, re-asserting control over her surging emotions. "Right."

"So," Ezra said. "What's this deep, dark memory of you and Murley?"

Sabine leaned back and was quiet for a long couple moments. Ezra just watched her.

Finally she said, "I mentioned before how the leads were starting to get dangerous."

"Yes."

"The last one - it turned really ugly. I stopped leaving Lothal after that. Some minor Outer Rim wannabe crime lord named Huxley. Lured me into his bar and then sicced some salvaged commando battle droids from the Clone Wars on me and the customers inside."

Ezra winced. Sabine closed her eyes, the flashes of blaster-fire and screaming still easily remembered from that terrible battle.

"I tried to save who I could."

"How many?"

Her voice was bitter, as she replied, "Not enough."

"I took out all the droids and - and I made my way to Huxley. The moment the battle turned he fled to some hideaway safe room inside his bar. Triple lined reinforced blast doors and walls that could withstand a direct bombing from an Imperial Star Destroyer."

She smiled grimly. "But they weren't lightsaber proof. So, I started cutting my way to him. Took a solid ten minutes with how thick those doors were, but I made it through."

"I got inside. He was there, on his knees; begging for his miserable life."

Sabine could still see the face of Huxley; how the green light from her blade had cast a sickly pallor over the crime lord's face, shiny with tears and sweat. She could remember the quiet, deadly hum of the blade; how cool the metal felt in her grip.

The cold, deadly feeling rising like smoke in her heart. Choking her inhibitions, making her want to lash out at this pathetic excuse of a person.

"Did you kill him?" asked Ezra, quietly.

"No," said Sabine. "I couldn't. I don't know what stopped me."

She thought for a moment and then corrected herself. "No, wait - I know what it was. It was your lightsaber. I remembered Ahsoka's teachings that a Jedi's lightsaber was only raised in defense, as a last resort."

"And . . . it was your lightsaber. At least, I thought of it as being your lightsaber still. You gave it to me. I knew how much that meant - and the responsibility that came with it. I didn't want to - I mean, I knew you wouldn't want it used that way."

"So you left?" asked Ezra.

"I told Huxley that I didn't want to see his ugly mug ever again or I'd finish what I started and then I helped the customers caught in the crossfire to the best of my ability. And then, yeah, I left."

In her lap, Murley stretched with a massive yawn, and then sat upright. Sabine patted his head for a moment before continuing.

"Getting home was the bad part. The battle - all those leads coming to nothing. And people were getting hurt. And you were still missing but I knew that I had to stop poking around - " She stopped, choking on the rest. With a grim resignation, Sabine pushed forward with the rest of it.

"I had to stop, Ezra. That was it, the end of it," she finished. Even now, the echoes of hopelessness and raw, red rage were still felt all these years later. How it poisoned her.

"I was so tired. I was so angry; I felt like something was going to rip out of my chest if I didn't do something. I got back to the watchtower and I just . . . snapped. I wrecked everything."

Sabine looked at her hands, not realizing they had become clenched into fists. "I didn't stop until my hands were bleeding. I don't remember when it happened; I don't even remembering feeling the pain."

Ezra said, quietly, "And then?"

"I exhausted myself. Sat down on a chair that I hadn't broken and just . . . I was just there. Feeling miserable. Feeling tired. Feeling beaten."

Sabine swallowed hard. "Feeling low."

"I looked over and saw one of my blasters on the floor nearby. Next thing I know, I picked it up. And I was just . . . thinking. Staring at the blaster in my hand and thinking in the same vicious circles."

Her face was scrunched up, trying to get the words out.

"You were going to use it," said Ezra.

"Maybe. Yes. I don't know," confessed Sabine. "Never found out because next thing I know, I heard your voice."

"My voice?" asked Ezra, surprised.

"Yeah." She pointed at his old recording. "Coming from that."

Murley mewled and she returned to petting him again. "This loth-cat had snuck in again and turned it on. And . . . it woke me up. I realized what I was about to do."

Even now, she felt the wave of horrible realization and disgust at herself like a shock of ice cold water. How close she'd come to ending it.

"I dropped the blaster and just listened to your recording again. Wasn't the words that did it, just hearing you speak . . . it reminded me of what I was supposed to do. I had to find you; bring you home."

Sabine looked fondly at her loth-cat. "And Murley was the one who gave me that reminder. When I needed it the most. After that night, I kept him."

"Proddings of the Force, maybe," suggested Ezra.

"Maybe," agreed Sabine. "It's stupid but . . . for a while, I wanted to believe that you sent Murley. To keep me company."

"I'm not that talented in the Force," replied Ezra, wryly.

They sat there, together, for a few quiet moments and then - like an enormous weight lifting, Sabine realized that was it.

She had told her story to Ezra. The one she was most ashamed about.

"Huh," she said. "That was easier than I thought."

"Talking honestly with your husband? Yeah, I'd imagine so," said Ezra. "You probably should do it more often."

Sabine snorted and turned to give her husband a sarcastic remark -

Only to see Ezra crying.

She reached out and cupped his face, alarmed. "Ezra, what's wrong?"

"I asked too much of you," he said, quietly. "It almost killed you."

And then she finally recognized the dark emotion swirling behind his usual love and concern - it was guilt.

Ezra blamed himself for what she suffered during those long years apart. Sabine's heart twisted in grief.

"No," she replied, firmly. "Ezra, listen to me. It was not a burden, do you understand?" She was crying too, now. But she didn't stop the tears.

"I would have always gone looking for you. It was my own problems and failings that made it harder than it should have been."

He nodded. "I'm sorry - this isn't about me. You're the one who was hurting," he said. "I just can't help feel responsible for what happened."

"You weren't," she responded. "You were my purpose. Am I clear?"

Ezra nodded again and took a moment to compose himself. "Are you feeling better now? Are you in less pain?" he asked.

Sabine let out a genuine laugh, despite the tears. "I found you. You came home. We beat Thrawn. We fell in love. We're married."

She pulled him close and placed a warm kiss on his lips. "I'd say, yes, Ezra Bridger. I am much happier now."

"Nice to know that our marriage is in your top five," observed Ezra with a small smile.

"Well, it was exciting to see another galaxy," conceded Sabine. "If we got married on Peridea, maybe it would have spiced things up for me."

Ezra snorted and pulled his wife in for another kiss. "If you want to spice things up, then all you need to do is ask, my dear."

The next morning, Sabine woke in the early hours. The storm had passed and a new day was dawning on Lothal.

She found Murley sitting in his usual spot by the window, waiting for the sunrise. He purred as she approached.

"I never said it before, but I'll say it now," Sabine whispered to the loth-cat. "Thank you for saving my life, Murley."

Murley looked back at her with bright eyes. She gave him a tender kiss on the forehead. "Don't tell Ezra, but you're still my favorite."

The sun broke over the horizon, casting the interior in a warm, golden glow. Sabine sat on the window sill next to Murley and they watched the sunrise, together.

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dreams-are-paper-thin · 7 months

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Sabezra Week 2023. Day 4: Then & now

Summary: A peek of Ezra's one sided crush in their teenage years, and then a peek of their newly requited love now as adults.

Word count: 1,915

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ana-cantskywalker · 20 days

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A shorter chapter than normal, because I've been working on something else for this universe lately. (What is it? Idk you'll just have to find out.. coming to an AO3 near you on May 4th) Ft. Sabine and Ezra bonding over their shared hobby of making Imperial lives difficult.

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aintinacage · 1 year

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Tag: @sabezraweek, @accidental-spice, @belong2human-kind, @tarisilmarwen, @dootchster, @kanerallels

More Than Friends

It has been almost three weeks since Kanan and Ezra left. They were sent on a top secret mission by Senator Mon Mothma herself. It has been very quiet on the Ghost, except for the occasional squabble between Zeb and Chopper. Usually I like quiet, but Ezra promised me before he left that he would contact me, and I have yet to hear from him. I’m not gonna lie, I miss him.

We became pretty close after Kanan lost his sight and cut himself off from all of us. We both finally had something in common: we missed our “dad.” We spent a lot of nights just crying together, talking about our favorite memories or missions. Things were going great for the two of us. Then I had to face my family and help my people on Mandalore, and now he is on a secret mission for who knows how much longer.

A faint beeping breaks me out of my thoughts. Where the heck is that noise coming from? I see a holoprojector on my nightstand with a little red, blinking light. How did this get in here? After a little examination, I realize that it’s Ezra’s. I decide to answer it, knowing full well it may not be him and could be a trick, but I don’t care. What if it is him?

“Hi, Sabine.”

“Hi,” my face lights up seeing his.

“Boy am I glad to hear your voice. I’ve missed you so much.”

Wait. He misses me? “I’ve missed you too. How is the mission going? Have you seen or found anything exciting?”

“I can’t divulge any information over comms because of the secrecy of the mission, but yes, we have. I’ll tell you all about it when I come home.”

“Do you know when that will be?”

“Soon. We’re in the final stages of the mission. I hear that…”

Soon? Final stages? That means he’s really coming home. That means we can finally spend time together again, but wait. Would he want that? What if he spent all those months with me just because he was lonely? What if I’m the only one who feels something for him? Am I the only one? Does he still like me? He used to but I used to think that was only a childhood crush. Maybe I was right. Maybe he doesn’t care about…

“Sabine? Did you hear what I said?”

“Huh?” No I didn’t. I can’t get my thoughts to settle. Everything is out of control.

“I’ll just tell you when I get back. And hey! I got a surprise for you.”

A surprise? For me?

“I’ll see you soon. Okay?”

“Yeah… um Ezra, can I tell you something?”

“Of course. Anything.”

I pause a moment before I speak again, not sure if I should say it. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

“What?!”

“I have to go Ezra. Talk soon.”

I can’t help but feel that I just made a huge mistake. What if I’m wrong?

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victoriartdrawings · 1 year

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Does someone have downloaded their fanfics????

RagnarDanneskjold on FFnet (author of the Argument and Crumbling)

#Sabezra #Ezrabine #Sabezra fanfic #star wars rebels

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alphaofdarkness · 1 month

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(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) he missed her ✨ (can you believe? (⸝⸝⍢⸝⸝) ෆ)

Based on this fanfic called Hunting Ghosts by DashRenders, both on fanfiction.net and Ao3! Rated M, so.. just read at your own discretion ~

I don’t know why this particular story has just intrigued me to the point I wanted to draw for it. I think it’s just the alternate timeline and the depiction of Sabine being a bounty hunter and coming across Ezra again after a tragic incident years prior. The loss gets me 😔, unnecessary but I understand ;;w;;.

Written, I believe, sometime when season 2 was still airing; it’s a good read :) a oneshot, bless 💜 I recommend it if y’all haven’t read it already, I think it’s a good fic ✨

I have two more draws to go with this. I wanted to post them or rather two of them altogether, but spacing out my draws so I can catch up to draw more of the sillies.

I may or may not post the last one (〃▽〃),,, due to its content,,, but uh we’ll see if I have enough confidence to post it by then~ it’s honestly not as bad as I make it out to be, and compared to things I’ve drawn before it's rather tame,,, pero bueno we’ll uwu

#sabezra #ezrabine #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars rebels #alpha’s art #fanfic inspired art

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ladywren18 · 6 months

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“At least not alone, not anymore”

Just a lovely couple having a rough night, but they will be fine. As long as they will stay together they know sth about it.

I made this fanart of these precious babies as my first time doing coloring in digital arts. Hope you like it!

This fanart was based on my fic, which I’ve just published. You can check it out here:

#just these two precious babies #always so supportive and loving #bluebean #sabezra #ezrabine #sabine wren #ezra bridger #ahsoka series #fanart #digital art #fanfic

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ladyanidala · 7 days

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Masterlist

Hello hello!

Welcome to my fledgling masterlist, the place where you'll find just about everything I have written over on AO3. Below, you'll find my works, request guidelines, and anything I think of after I publish this. Enjoy!

LadyAnidala

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Anidala

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Obitine

Masterlist

Rexsoka

Masterlist

Sabezra

Masterlist

Kanera

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Rebelcaptain

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Merrical

Masterlist

Alternate Universes

(Eventually this section will be updated with individual chapters and more masterlists, but as of 5/7/2024, I can't be bothered)

We're Not Needed Here

General Obi-Wan Kenobi of the Grand Army of the Republic, Jedi General of the 212th Battalion, has had enough.

Series link is here.

Her Step Forward

In the galaxy far, far away that we know and love, Anakin Skywalker fell to the Dark Side, leaving destruction and death in his wake.

In another galaxy slightly closer, yet still far, far away, the wife of Anakin Skywalker took a step forward on Mustafar, not backward.

Series link is here.

Letting Go

Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi have kept Duchess Satine Kryze alive. The mission is complete, and they're heading back to Coruscant for a well deserved rest.

They never make it back.

Series link is here.

And With A Cry, My Chains Are Gone

It is the eve of the Fall of the Republic, and Anakin Skywalker is terrified of losing his wife.

The Force isn't having it.

Story link is here.

Oya'la

This story centers on Olyssia, a young woman with amnesia who finds herself aboard one of the Venators belonging to the 501st. The only thing she can remember is the order to kill Palpatine.

What Once Was Lost, I Have Found Again

Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala were dead. His corpse stayed behind on Mustafar, while hers was on a backwater planet, trying to survive for the sake of her children.

Commander Thorn had defected. There was nowhere in the galaxy he could go, and he wanted out. He was tired of fighting.

Story link is here.

Event Participations

Obitine Week 2023

The series can be found here.

Miscellaneous

Fox

Left on Read - based on a prompt found in the wild on Tumblr. Fox goes home to surprise his brothers, and none of them see him. Modern AU.

My Time Has Come (Brother, Let Me Weep) - Fox finds out about Ponds' death from the shiny grapevine. Soldiers can't mourn, and so he doesn't.

Ahsoka

Seeping Through My Memory - Ahsoka can't stop seeing death when she closes her eyes. She ends up at Anakin's quarters, desperate for comfort and life to go back to normal.

The Bad Batch

You Weren't There (Brother, I'd Hold You To The End) - Crosshair can't handle living after everything he's done. He sends a final message to the Batch. Written before s3 aired.

Jedi Survivor

Ghost Star, Are You Very Far? - Two times Kata gets to hear a story about her parents.

Request Guidelines

So you found your way down to the bottom of the abyss- ah, the masterlist. Welcome! I can only assume you're either curious about what I'll write, or you want to request something yourself. Either way, happy to have you here!

A couple rules...

I will not write smut or suggestive content. I don't feel comfortable writing literary porn whatsoever. Any requests asking me to write smut will be deleted. (If you're ever interested as to why I won't write it, feel free to send a message/ask! I don't mind talking about it!)

I will not write clonecest or same sex romantic pairings. Again, these are things that I'm simply not comfortable with. Any asks for these will be deleted.

Beyond those two things above, go wild! I love a challenge, and am down to write platonic and romantic pieces.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months

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summary: when ezra overhears sabine reciting a mandalorian custom, ezra regrets all the years he's missed out on. word count: 1K a/n: i came up with this fic during my mando'a studies. my goal is to someday write an entire fic in mando'a, complete with a work skin that'll include a mando'an font. that dream is still many years off though, but until then, here's a fic inspired by a little bit of manda-lore i've learned! taglist:@laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

Here For You Now

It took Ezra a moment to figure out why he'd fallen asleep on the floor, less than a foot away from his bed. He would've totally assumed that he'd fallen off the bed in his sleep again (it was less than a foot's drop; he'd slept through it before,) but the pile of blankets underneath him told him this was definitely intentional. He couldn't quite piece together why he would've done something like this though— until he heard a murmured whisper coming from the bed, a voice he almost thought he was just imagining again, until he remembered that yesterday was the day he'd spent over a decade waiting for.

Sabine had found him.

And, since his trailer offered little in the way of comfort, he'd let Sabine take the bed and offered to sleep on the floor instead. Good hospitality, he'd called it, something he'd learned well from the Noti, and also a way to say "thank you" for coming all this way just to bring him home. (And in actuality, he'd never make his favorite person in this [and any] galaxy sleep on the floor— and also he knew he'd irreversibly stumble over his words if he suggested they try to share the bed.)

But despite being on the floor and definitely sore from it, it was one of the best wakeups he'd had in years— certainly the one that ushered in the most hope along with it.

Though he'd never lost faith in Sabine, hope had been in short supply the past year or so— that is, until yesterday, when the Noti had told him that they found a girl ("your girl," their language put it, and he was too ecstatic to disagree) and she'd come to the camp looking for him. He'd never thought she'd looked more beautiful than she did when she saw him, and gave him a smile that conveyed the same genuine joy and total disbelief he was feeling.

And now he woke up knowing she was here, and it wasn't another stupid dream about her return: she was on Perida, actually with him, quietly chanting something in Mando'a.

"Ni su'cuyi gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."

Ezra wasn't sure what she was mumbling about, but it felt almost like some kind of meditation, or a prayer. His interest was piqued when he heard the next two words, and he looked up to see her sitting cross legged with her eyes closed.

"Kanan Jarrus. Ursa Wren. Alrich Wren. Tristan Wren. Ahsoka Tano. Ni su'cuyi gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."

Sabine sighed, and there was a moment of silence.

"What's that?" Ezra asked, once he was sure she'd finished.

"Ah-wha?" Sabine started, apparently not having known Ezra was even awake "it's nothing. Just an old Mandalorian tradition. I didn't mean to wake you up. Did you sleep alright?"

"What kind of old Mandalorian tradition?" Ezra asked, completely disregarding her attempts to divert the conversation.

"Nothing," Sabine shook her head.

"Didn't seem like nothing to you."

"Well, it's nothing that matters to you," Sabine said.

"Everything you…" Ezra stopped mid-sentence, knowing that if he said "everything you say maters to me," she might start to think he had feelings for her— which he did, but he was pretty sure she still didn't feel the same way, and he didn't want to run the risk of scaring off his only ride back home. So, he switched trains of thought.

"You mentioned Kanan," Ezra shook his head.

Sabine looked at him, and in her eyes he saw the softness and pain she was trying all too well to hide. He smiled slightly, nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, tried to remind her with merely a look that her secrets were safe with him.

Sabine sighed.

"It's a remembrance," she offered, "'I am alive, but you are dead.'" she shook her head as she choked out the words, "'I remember you, so you are eternal.'"

Ezra smiled a little at the sentiment, at keeping the memory of someone alive long after they're gone— but then he realized that the names of her family were included in that list.

"You mentioned your family too," Ezra said, quietly, "Are they…?"

Sabine nodded, "they're gone."

"And Ahsoka?"

"I think so," she said, the words petering out as a single breath.

Ezra thought he saw a tear trickle down her cheek as she looked away from him. He didn't fight the urge to climb up onto the bed next to her and wrap an arm around her for comfort. He realized after he did so that he'd taken a gamble, and she was likely to be annoyed by his attempt to comfort her, so he was surprised when, instead of twisting away from him, she actually leaned closer, accepting the shoulder he gave her to cry on.

"I'm so sorry, Sabine," Ezra whispered, with no idea what other words he could even offer.

"There's nothing you could've done," Sabine said, "there's nothing anyone could've done."

Ezra remembered thinking the same thing when the empire took his parents, that there was nothing anyone could've done to help him— but that didn't mean he didn't want anyone to.

"I could've been there for you," Ezra shook his head, "I should've been there for you. Kriff, I've missed out on so much."

Sabine lifted her head off his shoulder and looked up at him.

"But I am here for you now," Ezra said, letting go of her and resting his hand on the bed behind her, "if you wanna talk about it at all."

Sabine shook her head and looked away.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Alright," Ezra nodded, "is there anything I can do?"

"Could you just sit here with me?" Sabine asked.

"Absolutely," Ezra smiled.

They treasured a moment's silence, before Sabine leaned a little closer, resting her head on his arm again. She glanced up at him as a smile crossed his face, and he rested his head on top of hers.

Maybe he hadn't been there for her for the last few years. Maybe there were a lot of moments she'd needed him that he missed out on.

But this moment? It wasn't going to be one of them— he was here for her now, and that's what mattered.

And he wasn't going to stop being there for her ever again.

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #ezrabine #ahsoka series #star wars rebels #ahsoka spoilers #kazzy writes #fanfic #kazzy writes fanfic #sabezra fanfic #oneshot #sabezra oneshot #otp: im counting on you

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illuminatedquill · 6 months

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Sabine Wren

Short Cuts

Story Summary: A short series of scenes featuring Sabine Wren occurring throughout the first season of Ahsoka that help fill in the narrative gaps left by the hat man (Sabezra focused, of course).

Author's Note: I was super bored at work today and came up with some more headcanons for stuff that should have happened during Ahsoka. Enjoy.

One Last Thing Before I Go

Sabine Wren x Ryder Azadi

(Takes place near the end of Ahsoka 1x02, Toil and Trouble. Sabine visits Governor Azadi to ask for some last favors before she leaves.)

The intercom on Governor Azadi's desk chirped, signaling an incoming message from his secretary. He clicked the channel open.

"Azadi here. Go ahead," he said, scribbling away on some forms.

"There is a Sabine Wren here for you, Governor."

Ah, he thought. Decision time.

"Send her up, please," he replied.

His secretary, sounding flustered, said, "She, uh - never mind, she's already on her way to see you, sir."

Azadi sighed. "Of course she is." Formal decorum never was Sabine's style.

The doors to his office hissed open - and a Mandalorian walked in.

Azadi's eyebrows climbed up his forehead in surprise until he recognized the familiar color scheme. Few Mandalorians painted their armor in such a vivid array of colors.

In fact, he knew only one.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Well, well," he drawled. "Don't you look spiffy."

The Mandalorian took off her helmet, revealing Sabine Wren - with a freshly shorn haircut. She had on a cocky grin and her eyes glinted with fierce determination.

Azadi felt his heart soar. Now that's the Sabine I remember, he thought.

"Still fits," she replied, showing off her armor.

"That it does," Azadi agreed. "I take it this means you're partnering up with Ahsoka again?"

"Yeah. We'll be on our way, shortly."

"Good, good." Azadi was in disbelief of Sabine's involvement when Ahsoka showed up and told him of her plans to ask for her help - until she revealed what was at stake.

Or rather, who was at stake.

"And your wound? It's not bothering you?" he asked.

Sabine reached down to her abdomen almost instinctively. "What, this? Nah, it's fine. All good to go," she said, dismissively.

Azadi snorted. "You were stabbed by a lightsaber, Sabine. Not very many people just walk that injury off."

She shrugged. "It's fine, Ryder." Her eyes flashed, dangerously. "I plan to pay it back, don't worry."

"Glad to hear it," Azadi said, firmly. "Anything else I can do for you before leaving?"

Sabine reached up and rubbed the back of her neck - a nervous gesture that sent a mysterious sharp pang of nostalgia through Azadi.

So familiar . . .

"Yeah, if that's alright with you."

"Of course. Name it."

Sabine looked at him. "First - I need someone to feed my loth-cat, Murley."

Azadi blinked. "You want - what?"

"Someone needs to feed my loth-cat. Twice a day. And probably play with him, too."

Azadi blinked again. "And . . . who do you have in mind for that?"

Sabine tapped a finger on her chin and smirked. "You could send one of those hotshot pilots you had chasing me down the speed-way the other day."

Azadi rolled his eyes. "You want me to use military resources to feed your cat."

"Yeah. If that isn't too hard for them."

"Sabine," replied Azadi, steadily, "if you're going to be annoyed, do it at me. I gave the order."

Her eyes flashed again. Azadi braced himself.

"You knew I wasn't going to show up at that ceremony. Haven't done so for years."

Azadi leaned forward, irritation creeping into his voice. "You're not the only one who misses Ezra. That ceremony is meant as a token of respect and gratitude towards everyone else who sacrificed and lost that day!"

He jabbed a finger at her. "What about them, Sabine? You forget about everyone else just because their name isn't Ezra Bridger?"

The smirk vanished in an instant. Sabine took a step backwards, rubbing at the back of her neck again in embarrassment.

Why is that so familiar to me?

Azadi took the moment to calm himself down. Way to go, old man, he thought. What a role model you are.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I know Ezra meant a lot to you."

"No - no, you're right," she admitted. "I was being selfish."

Azadi hesitated for a moment, thinking - and decided to push forward anyway. "You were also being scared. Which isn't like you."

Sabine looked up at him. "You think I was running away."

"Yes," he confessed. "I was tired of seeing you run away from . . . everything. Life."

She was quiet for long moment, processing this. "I've been running my whole life, Ryder," Sabine said, sadly.

He studied her. "This trip with Ahsoka - are you still running?"

Sabine considered her answer for a few seconds and then spoke, confidently, "Yes. But the difference is I'm running to something now. Not away."

Running to someone, you mean, Azadi thought. I know your price. But the answer was sufficient for him.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, thinking. "I'll send one of my assistants to check on your loth-cat while you're away, Sabine. You have my word."

Her shoulders sagged with relief. "Thanks, Ryder."

Azadi nodded. "Anything else?"

Sabine dug in her pockets and pulled out a hastily folded form. "Your secretary insisted I fill one of these out. It's an official request."

Azadi took and scanned the document. Smiling, he said, "Consider it done."

Sabine, in a surprisingly formal move, bowed her head. "I appreciate the help, Governor Azadi."

He blinked and bowed his head in return. "Of course, Commander Wren."

She turned to go - and paused. Rubbing the back of her neck again, he saw the embarrassed look -

And it clicked. The pang of nostalgia ran through him again, and he knew why the gesture looked so familiar to him.

Ezra used to do that. Whenever the boy was feeling flustered or unsure.

His heart ached - and not just for the lost Jedi. Oh, Sabine.

"Something else, Sabine?"

"I just - I just wanted to say thank you. For letting me stay on Lothal all these years."

For a moment, Azadi saw the young girl again, still in her teens, with the weight of a galaxy on her shoulders.

"Lothal will always be a home for you, Sabine. Wherever you go," he replied, a tear running down his face.

Sabine turned to him and smiled - a true smile, not her trademark smirk or mischievous grin; something he hadn't seen her do in years.

"I'll bring him home, Ryder," she promised. And she turned, departing with a wave.

Azadi wiped the tear from his face and looked down at the request she had given him once more:

COMMANDER WREN

REQUEST TO GOVERNOR AZADI

REGARDING THE MEMORIAL FOR THOSE FALLEN AT THE BATTLE OF LOTHAL

PLEASE REMOVE ONE NAME FROM THE MEMORIAL DUE TO ERRONEOUS SUBMISSION

NAME IS: EZRA BRIDGER

Azadi looked at the closed doorway where Sabine had left.

Softly, he said to the empty room, "Make sure you come back home, too, Sabine."

Down Time

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

(Takes place during Ahsoka 1x07, Dreams and Madness. An extended version of Sabine and Ezra's conversation.)

Ezra was babbling again. Something about the Noti, their culture and their language.

Normally, Sabine would be listening with feigned interest but she just laid her head back on the weird dome that served as the nomadic crab people's domiciles/vehicles.

Her boots were propped in front of her and she just let Ezra talk.

The same thoughts kept cycling in her head, unceasingly.

Ezra's here.

He's alive. He's safe.

A small, dark voice in the corner of her mind interjected: he doesn't know what you did.

She locked down that train of thought, viciously. She would deal with that later.

For now, she just wanted to hear Ezra's voice; real, warm, and alive. Not being filtered through a holo-recording.

That alone made it all worth it. Just hearing him talk, in real time.

Sabine felt a sharp poke on her cheek. "Hellooo. Is this thing on?"

She grinned and said, "Just taking in the view, Ezra."

"Ah, yes," replied Ezra, dryly. "Peridea is famous for it's barren wastelands."

Sabine waved at the caravan surrounding them. "The locals are nice, though."

"True," Ezra admitted. "The Noti are nice. Saved my life a couple times."

Sabine stared at the open, grey sky. "Does it ever lighten up around here?"

Ezra shook his head. "Not really. Not much in the way of sun, around here." He cocked his head, thinking. "The nights are beautiful, though."

He considered it for a long moment, then admitted, "More beautiful than Lothal's nights. Hard for me to say that."

Sabine's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow. That's saying a lot." She knew from many late nights just how beautiful the starry skies over Lothal looked.

Ezra shrugged. "At least, from what I remember. It's been a while."

Sabine winced. That last part had come out a little too casually.

"You can see a lot, at night?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah." Ezra's eyes lit up, as he said, excitedly, "You can see whole galaxies and nebulas - everything, Sabine. It's totally wizard."

She smiled at his wonder. "I'll take your word for it."

"I used to look up at the night and wonder which galaxy was home, you know," he said, his smile fading a little.

Sabine felt her own fading in response. "Did you ever figure it out?"

He shook his head. "No. I'd just choose a random one and . . . talk, I guess. Tried reaching out with the Force, to see if someone could get a message."

Ezra said, ruefully, "Didn't work, as you can see. But I still talked. Pretended it was Hera, Zeb, Kanan . . . you."

Sabine felt her heart ache. "What did you talk about?" she asked, softly.

"Just how things were going. What I experienced that day, good or bad." He paused.

"How much I missed everyone back at home," he finished. "Silly, really. But it helped."

Sabine reached over and gripped his hand. "You were missed, Ezra. You were missed so badly."

He blinked at her, tears welling up. "Really?"

"Of course," she said, firmly. Sabine could feel her own eyes begin to glaze over with unshed tears. "The whole crew split apart after you disappeared. We couldn't keep it together without you and Kanan."

His face turned sad. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," she replied, quickly. "Don't even think of blaming yourself, do you hear me? It was just how it happened. We didn't hate each other or anything . . . it was just the war with the Empire and all of us had separate paths to take."

She tried to blink away the tears, remembering the aftermath of Ezra's disappearance; how quietly the Ghost crew, her family, had just . . . drifted apart.

Sabine wiped her face and looked up at the bleak sky of Peridea. "We held funerals for everyone who died during the battle, you know," she said, quietly.

"Kanan?"

Her throat became thick with emotion. "Yes."

She couldn't look at him, as she added, "And you."

Ezra was quiet for a long few moments, before saying, jokingly, "Hope mine wasn't too boring."

"I wouldn't know," Sabine replied. "I didn't go."

"Oh," was all Ezra said.

"They all believed you were dead," said Sabine. "I never believed it. I didn't want to believe it . . ."

Ezra interrupted her talk with a hug. Sabine froze, in shock, and then melted into him. She felt the strength, the love, the dedication, the surety of his care and affection for her -

All real.

All for her. What she had missed, craved so much in the past decade. It flooded into her, filling a dark hole that she had been ignoring inside of her, and the pain and relief of it made her weep.

And she sobbed into his shoulder. For Ezra, for herself, for all the years they had been apart and the damage that had been done.

"Why did you leave, you stupid idiot? Why did you leave me all alone? To fight all alone? We were supposed to finish this war together! Live and see Mandalore and Lothal revive during peace, together!"

She pounded a fist into Ezra's shoulder with each question, the tears and hurt and anger just pouring out of her, uncontrolled.

Ezra didn't say anything. He just accepted her fury, her despair, and responded the only way he knew how.

He just held her tighter. Keeping her from flying apart; keeping her whole.

When she finished, Ezra just continued talking about inconsequential things, like nothing happened.

Sabine loved him so much for that. For just accepting her and letting her be what she needed to be at that moment.

She took a moment to wipe away the snot and tears.

The dreaded voice, like a gremlin, spoke from the dark corner of her mind once more: he doesn't know what you did.

Maybe so, she retorted back at the voice. But I still have him for now.

She prayed to the Force - or whatever power ruled in this unfamiliar galaxy.

Please, just let me keep him for a while longer. Just a little while longer.

(Author's Note: I cried like a bitch writing this part.)

Someone Special

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

(An extended epilogue to the Ahsoka finale 1x08, The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord. Sabine returns to the Noti camp after the 'Shadows in the Starlight' scene to find Huyang waiting for her with a surprise.)

"Lady Wren," called Huyang as she approached. "I have something here that might interest you."

Sabine frowned at the droid. "What is it?"

He held out a metallic box, crudely put together. Sabine peered at it closely: it looked like someone had done a rush job with welded together Imperial salvage. And all of it was built to -

Sabine's eyes widened. "It's a holo-recording."

Huyang nodded. "Indeed. I believe Master Bridger left a message for you."

Another recording. Sabine's heart raced at the thought.

Ahsoka, her master, caught up to her. "A message?" asked the older Jedi.

Sabine took the recording from Huyang's outstretched hand. "From Ezra. Do you mind if I take a listen?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Go ahead. I'll take first watch."

Huyang led the way inside one of the domes, where they could be alone. "The recording is in bad shape. If you don't mind, I'll observe to make sure it doesn't explode on you."

Sabine snorted. "Thanks, Huyang. Whatever would I do without you?"

"Explode, probably," replied Huyang, dryly.

Gingerly, Sabine set the recording down on a crate and cranked the power on. The machine sputtered and sparked - and then the lenses flared to a shimmering image.

Sabine gasped.

"Oh, dear," Huyang observed, sadly.

It was Ezra, alright. His hair wasn't quite as long; the beard not as scruffy. Younger than the current Ezra now.

But he looked hurt. A bandage, hastily applied, was wrapped around his mid-section; a dark stain was staining it, visible despite the thick gauze. His left arm was in a crude sling, made from some unknown cloth.

But it was his eyes. His eyes were the worst part. Haunted, bruised with a sadness and wariness that she didn't know he was capable of.

Ezra was hurting. Someone had hurt him.

Sabine's heart cracked at the image, but she forced herself to stay still. Her hands clenched into tight fists. "Thrawn," she hissed.

Ezra was peering at something and muttering; the audio didn't catch it until he took a few steps closer: " . . . think it's finally working. Yes!"

Despite his battered appearance, Ezra smiled and waved awkwardly with his one good hand. "Hey, Sabine. I mean - I'm assuming it's you watching this."

He took a deep breath and seemed to gather his courage for a moment, before speaking again.

"If you're watching this, Sabine, I'm probably dead."

Sabine's stomach dropped out of her. She could feel Huyang watching her, waiting.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way," Ezra continued. He gestured at his injuries. "As you can see, today was a bit rough."

"It's been . . . I think three years since I came here? Wherever here is. Thought Thrawn had given up on finding me. I got sloppy."

He chuckled. "My mistake, obviously."

"I managed to scrape together enough salvage from the Chimaera; the purrgils took big chomps out of it when we came out of hyperspace. Took a while to get this holo-recorder built without the proper tools but I managed it. And today got me thinking that I should probably prepare a farewell."

"I don't know how it will happen. Most likely Thrawn. Or it could be something else. But I think it's coming. Don't know when or where. And I don't want you to come all this way without . . . without knowing."

Ezra reached up and rubbed the back of his head. She had to remind herself that Ezra was safe, he was heading back home.

He wasn't dead. He wasn't dead.

"In my last message, I told you I was counting on you. I don't know when you'll find this; I've given the Noti instructions to give this recording to anyone with the starbird symbol. They know what it looks like since I've been painting on all of them since I got here. I hope you like it. Not as good as yours, but I had to make do."

"If you're here now, then that means my faith in you wasn't misplaced. I hope the Empire was beaten and that Lothal was saved. You're probably home with your family in Mandalore now."

Sabine's stomach twisted; her parents, her brother. Her home. Ezra never knew.

Ezra's faced turned sad. "Please don't beat yourself up for getting here late. I don't regret a single thing - a single moment of my life. Any of it. I would do it all over again, given the chance."

With uncanny accuracy, the holographic Ezra seemed to look directly at Sabine.

"I'm doing this message now to say that I want you to lay down your burdens, Sabine. Live your life now. Be happy. Maybe . . . maybe find someone special to have in your life. You deserve it."

He paused and then said, emphatically, "Someone special like you were to me."

Her heart skipped several beats, a blush threatening to come.

Ezra turned away for a second, composing himself - and then laughed. "I think I said last time that you were like a sister to me."

Sabine snorted. As did Huyang, surprisingly.

Sheepishly, Ezra said, "You probably figured out that was a lie." Taking a deep breath he continued, "It wasn't the right word - but none of them seem to be right, when it comes to you. I just didn't want to burden you with . . . with how I felt before leaving."

He gestured in a frustrated manner. "And now I'm leaving again. But this time I don't want to leave with regrets."

Turning to look at her again, Ezra Bridger said, softly, "I love you, Sabine Wren. Always have. Always will."

"While we were on Mandalore a while back, I asked your brother for some Mandalorian phrases - and, well, here we go."

He raised his one good arm and pounded it to his chest in a formal Mandalore salute. Sabine choked back a laugh at the sight.

"My Lady Wren. It pains me that I cannot continue to stay by your side and see your song be sung. I hope that whoever you choose as your partner will do so, in my stead, and see that day when all of Mandalore acknowledge your courage, your passion, your honor, and your prowess as a true Mandalorian warrior."

Ezra's eyes were shining with tears.

"I hope, my Lady Wren, that you know that I will always cherish the time we had together, fighting side by side. That there was no other person who was your equal. And - " He stopped short, fully crying now.

Sabine was crying, too.

" - And I hope you know that I will always be grateful for the verses in your song that I could share. And that, one day, if you are ever on Lothal and the sun is shining and you feel a breeze and hear the tall fields of grass rustle, you will think of that as my song, to compliment yours."

Ezra was absolutely butchering the Mandalorian phrases, but it mattered little to Sabine. She cried at the sincerity, the love he was giving her; a final, parting gift.

He smiled, lop-sidedly, as he finally finished. Sabine felt a smile tug at her cheeks, too, despite the message's tone.

"Wow, that was easier than I thought," mused Ezra. "Should have done that much sooner."

He peered at the something - the holo-recorder, in his point of view. A beeping noise could be heard. "Ah, karrabast. I think the power's draining. Need to make this quick."

Huyang tsked. "Goodness, the language. Where did he learn that word from?"

Sabine chuckled weakly at the thought of Huyang meeting Zeb one day. His circuits would explode.

Ezra smiled and said, quietly, "Live and be happy, Sabine. I'll always be with you. I really do hope you find someone special in your life to share in all the laughter and joys and sorrows."

"I hope they know how lucky they are." He grinned and added, "I'm sure you'll be reminding them plenty."

The hologram began to fizzle. Quietly, Huyang said, "The power reserves are almost out."

Ezra raised a hand in good-bye, a sad, but loving smile playing on his face. "Good-bye, Specter-5. This is Specter-6, signing off."

The recording sputtered and died, leaving Sabine and Huyang in the dark.

After a moment, Huyang said, "I'll leave you be for the night, Lady Wren."

The droid walked out.

Sabine picked up the holo-recording gently and cradled it to her chest, feeling the tears track silently, warmly down her cheeks.

Someone special in your life.

"Yeah, I did find someone special," she choked out through the sobs. "And I'll be reminding him plenty when I get back.”

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