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kanerallels · 10 months

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Finally, I have a fic worth posting for @jacensyndullaweek! (although I do have one thing that I'm gonna end up posting late that I want to share)

Prompt: Culture/Heritage

Rating: G

Read here on AO3!!

1. Sabine

“Are you sure Ezra’s gonna be okay with this?” Jacen frowned at Sabine as they headed into the cockpit of the New Dawn.

“Rule number one of art as a Mandalorian,” Sabine said. “Never ask. Just do. Unless it’s Hera’s room. Then you ask. Besides, the Dawn needs a little brightening up. No ship should be entirely gray.”

The boy wavered for another second, then grinned. “Okay, cool! Where are we starting?”

“That’s more like it.” Sabine paused, turning in a circle. “That wall,” she said, pointing. “You start there, and I’ll start on the other side.”

“What should I paint?” Jacen asked as she passed him the box full of small finger paint cans she’d bought just for this— it was a good place to start for a beginner.

Pulling out her paint guns, Sabine said, “Whatever you want. If you don’t know, start with a feeling. Or something you know. Just don’t hesitate. When you’re doing graffiti, you need to be confident. Got it?”

Jacen nodded, his eight-year-old face screwed up into a serious expression as he pulled out green and blue paint. “I got it.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

2. Zeb

“Okay,” Hera said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Zeb recognized this expression— she’d worn it about a thousand times while lecturing him and Ezra back in the day. “Run it past me one more time. How in the name of the Force did you break your arm, Jacen?”

Wincing, Zeb said, “It was an accident, I swear.”

“It was!” Jacen agreed earnestly, struggling to push himself upright in the hospital bed and wincing slightly. Hera pressed her lips into a straight line— never a good sign.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Kanan offered from next to Hera. His expression was serene, and he brushed a gentle palm against Hera’s arm, which seemed to calm her a little bit.

“Right,” Zeb said. “So, I was talking to the kid about some of the old sports they had back on Lasan.”

“And there was this one where the greatest warriors would jump from rock spire to rock spire, show off their climbing skills,” Jacen said, his eyes gleaming. “So I asked Uncle Zeb to show me—”

“—and he asked to try it out—”

“—and I fell,” Jacen concluded.

Throwing her hands in the air, Hera said, “And you didn’t even think about the fact that Jacen could get hurt doing that?”

“Well, Lasat cubs usually didn’t,” Zeb offered. “I guess I forgot that humans have more fragile bones. No offense.”

Kanan let out a choking noise that Zeb immediately knew was a snort of laughter, and hastily disguised it as a cough. Hera shot him a sideways glare, but her expression softened a few seconds later as she sighed.

“Thank you for trying to teach Jacen, but you do need to be careful. Next time, maybe start with something a little easier? Or make sure Kanan or Ezra are there to catch him?”

“Absolutely,” Zeb agreed.

As Hera turned to talk to the approaching doctor, Jacen leaned towards Zeb. “Can we try it again when my arm gets better?” he whispered.

“Only if you get better at not falling,” Zeb whispered back. “I don’t want your parents to skin me alive.”

“Deal!”

3. Kanan

“Hey, Dad?”

Kanan lifted his head, pulled out of his meditation trance by his son’s voice. Tracking him to the doorway to his and Hera’s room, he waved for him to come in as he said, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

He heard Jacen move into the room and drop down into a similar posture in front of him. “I’m doing this school project— we’re doing family trees,” he explained. “And I need your help.”

Kanan chuckled. “With this family, I’m not surprised. Where’d you get tripped up? Miss an aunt or uncle?”

“Nah,” Jacen said, his matching grin clear in his voice. “Grandparents, actually. I got Grandpa Cham and Grandma Eleni on Mom’s side, but I don’t really know any on your side.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Kanan said, “Well, you and I are in the same boat there, actually. I never knew my biological parents.”

“Okay— so should I just leave it blank?”

Kanan frowned, stroking his beard. “You could,” he said slowly, turning the question over in his mind. It might have been easier just to leave it that way. But the point of these family trees— he assumed— were that the kids didn’t forget where and who they’d come from. The people who’d shaped their lives before those lives had even really begun. “Let me show you something,” he told Jacen, getting to his feet.

He knew the layout of the room well by this time, and it was a matter of ease to step over to the shelf nearby and pull down one of the holodisks stacked there. Turning it on, he let it rest in his palm and held it out to Jacen. “What do you see?”

“Um, two people— a man and a woman. Looks like they’re posing for a picture,” Jacen said. “The woman has braids, and she’s laughing. The guy’s more serious, but he’s smiling a little. He’s taller and bald, looks like he has darker skin than the woman.” He paused, then said, “They’re both wearing Jedi robes. Are these—”

“The woman is my master, Depa Billaba,” Kanan said, turning off the holodisk. “And the man is her master, Mace Windu. A friend recovered this holo for me a year or two ago. It’s the only thing I have left of them.” Reaching out, he pressed it into Jacen’s hand. “They are as close to family as I ever had.”

Jacen was silent for a moment, and Kanan waited, knowing his son was thinking. “Thanks for showing me, Dad,” he finally said.

“Any time, kiddo.”

4. Ezra

“Why are we going here again?”

Ezra glanced at Jacen, who was bouncing on his heels with impatience. “I thought you said we were going to do Jedi stuff,” the fifteen year old pointed out.

“We are going to,” Ezra said truthfully. “We’re just making a stop first.” Looking both ways, he started across the street, keeping one eye on Jacen as he followed him. The kid had finally outgrown his habit of forgetting to look before he leapt— mostly. At the very least, he looked both ways before he crossed the street now.

He was still willing to throw himself headfirst into situations, though, not unlike both of his parents. That included Jedi training, and Ezra knew that he should be just as excited as Jacen was for this.

And he was, really. He was just also pretty sure Kanan had chosen wrong, and that his old master should be training Jacen himself.

But that wasn’t the point. Right now wasn’t actually about that. Right now was about visiting somewhere he hadn’t been since he’d gotten back from the Unknown Regions, and showing Jacen a new piece of Lothal.

Turning a corner, he spotted the old warehouse. Even just the outside looked different than it had in the years during the war— no guards, and the door was wide open.

He looked at Jacen. “Did your mom and dad ever tell you about this place?” When the boy shook his head, Ezra explained, “During the war, this was where the main black market congregated, particularly around Life Day. I used to come here all the time— mainly when I was by myself, but I came with Kanan and the others a couple times.”

Starting towards the entrance, he continued, “But Lothal doesn’t really need a black market any more— so now it’s just a regular one. One of Lothal’s hidden treasures. I thought you should see it.”

They stopped at the entrance together, and Ezra took in the familiar sights. He recognized some faces— the elderly owner of the stall selling woven blankets, the Gotal who pretended not to notice when he’d stolen a few kebabs every now and then— and noticed others missing.

The war had changed everything, but they were putting it back together, slowly but surely.

He looked at Jacen, who was taking in the place with wide eyes. “So. Lunch, then training?”

“Sounds good,” the boy said with a grin.

5. Hera

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” Hera checked as she, Kanan, and Jacen headed towards the small building awaiting them.

Her son gave her a grin. “Mom, we’ve talked about this like twenty times now. I’m seventeen— I’m ready. You got your tattoos way younger than this.”

Wincing at the memory of the needle’s sting, Hera said, “I know. That’s why I’m checking. I don’t want you to do it just because someone said you couldn’t, like I did. It was terrifying—”

“And you were like eight,” Jacen pointed out. “Of course that would be terrifying. But trust me— I want to do this. I already got Dad’s looks, and I want to honor your side, too.”

Kanan, who’d been silent thus far, spoke up. “He’s right, Hera. Besides, he’s almost eighteen. Even if you put your foot down, he’d only be delaying it for a couple months.”

Letting out a sigh, Hera said, “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“Nope!” Jacen said cheerfully. “Besides, you let Dad get the tattoos.”

“Your father is a full grown man,” Hera said. “And incredibly stubborn, I might add.”

Kanan let out a snort. “I think we all know who the stubborn one is in this relationship, Captain Hera.”

Grabbing the door handle, Jacen said, “Yeah, I know better than to get involved in this argument. Come on— Ivri’s already inside!”

Hera followed his nod to where Jacen’s friend, the half-Mirialan boy with a perpetual smile, was waiting for them next to the Twi’leki tattoo artist. “Alright,” she said reluctantly.

“Go ahead, Jacen,” Kanan told him, catching hold of Hera's arm. “Your mom and I will catch up with you in a minute. Don’t choose anything obscene or too embarrassing while we’re gone, okay?”

Grinning, Jacen said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he ducked inside, the door swinging shut behind him, Kanan lifted an eyebrow at Hera. “What are the odds of him listening to that?”

“Well he has your genes, so about fifty-fifty.”

“Harsh.” Kanan paused, then said, “You okay about this?”

Unable to hold back a wry smile, Hera said, “You know me well, love. But… yeah, I am. Mostly. It’s just…” she looked through the window where Jacen and his friend were chatting with the Twi’lek. “Our little boy is growing up,” she said with a sigh. “It’s strange.”

“You’re telling me,” Kanan said with a sigh. “At least he’s less likely to shoot himself into the Unknown Regions than the last one is.”

Hera snorted with amusement. “He’d better be, or we’ll be having words.”

“I believe it.” Offering her his arm, Kanan said, “Shall we?”

Taking a deep breath, Hera looped her arm around his. “Okay. Let’s do this.” She let him lead her into the tattoo parlor, trying not to think about just how much her son was growing up.

We’re proud of him, though, she thought with a twinge. And he’s still our son.

+1. Trill

(set a few weeks before the last chapter of Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory)

Jacen sensed it as soon as Trill woke up. Generally speaking, he wasn’t terribly skilled at sensing living beings— not the way his dad or sister were, and definitely not the way Ezra was. His master was one with the living Force in a way Jacen never had been.

But this didn’t seem to be true for Trill, for whatever reason. Jacen could always sense it when she woke up, and could track her pretty easily throughout the ship. It was like he was attuned to her, more than he was to anyone else.

Sometimes he wondered why that was, but since he was currently living in close quarters with not only her, but also the galaxy’s nosiest Kalleran, he decided not to spend too much time on it.

It was about ten minutes after she woke up that she made her way into the New Dawn’s kitchen. Stifling a yawn, she said, “Morning— what’s that smell?”

“Good morning,” Jacen said cheerfully. “Remember that mysterious package I… picked up on Cantonica yesterday?”

Trill arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean the one that you stole from the hotel and smuggled out under your poncho?”

“That’s the one,” Jacen said. “But the people there are corrupt and tried to kill us like four times, so it doesn’t count. Anyways— behold! Our new waffle maker!”

He flourished a hand at the maker, which stood on the counter, emanating the delicious smell of cooking waffles. Trill frowned at it, then directed the expression at Jacen. “You stole a waffle maker?”

“You’re focusing on the wrong thing here,” Jacen told her. “Remember, they tried to kill us. But also, yeah. Now we can have waffles for breakfast!”

Settling at the table, Trill swept her loose hair out of her eyes, and Jacen tried to pretend like his gaze hadn’t followed the movement, and lingered for just a moment. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s so important about waffles?”

The iron beeped, and Jacen turned towards it. Rolling up his sleeves, he flipped it open and started to remove the waffle with a fork, responding to Trill’s question as he did.

“It’s a family tradition. My dad makes the best waffles in the galaxy— Uncle Zeb makes the second best, tied with me. We always used to eat them whenever my mom would get back from a dangerous mission, or before Ezra and I would leave, or any special occasion like that.” Maneuvering the waffle onto a plate, he slid it towards Trill. “And I guess… I wanted to share that with you. If you’re interested.”

She looked surprised, in that way she always did whenever Jacen said something like this. It was the kind of surprise that made him think maybe, just maybe… she’d stick around.

For a minute, Trill held his gaze, then offered him a smile. “I— I am. Thank you.”

Don’t read into it, Jacen ordered himself, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at her smile. Aloud, he said, “Good. Cause I have a feeling Kasmir’s gonna be here soon, and he’ll be hungry. So you’d better get started on that waffle.”

“Will do,” Trill said, hopping up to grab a fork. Turning back to his work, Jacen felt himself grinning. Starting out a day with waffles and Trill? It really couldn’t get much better than that.

#jacen syndulla week #jacen syndulla week 2023 #jacen syndulla #sabine wren #garazeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #trill gedyc #jacen syndulla x oc #star wars rebels #swr #janus kasmir #star wars rebels fan fic #swr fan fic #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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accidental-spice · 1 year

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laughingphoenixleader · 2 years

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these titles are probably only gonna get more chaotic from here on out. don’t say I didn’t warn you.

HAPPY KANERA WEEK!!!!!!

Day One: Alternate Universe

Tag list: @kanerallels @heckin-music-dork @accidental-spice @ladywren7 @auroramagpie @firefoxtessa

Keep reading for a ✨ sneak peek ✨

To the ace pilot from the Outer Rim, the Jedi were living embodiments of peace and hope. Their goal in life was to preserve and protect both of these things, so they fought when necessary to do so. This made them heroes. It was their use of the mystical energy they and the galaxy called the Force that made them legends. So, naturally, the pilot had always sought out information on them, being a bit of a Jedi enthusiast.

To Depa Billaba’s apprentice, the Jedi were heroes and legends, but somehow also so much more than that. They were family . They were safety. The Jedi Temple was home, but it was the people within it who made it so. It was a place full of stoic Jedi Masters and a shipload of serenity, but it was also home to mischievous Padawans and crate upon crate of absolute chaos. The Jedi were the apprentice’s future and destiny. They were everything the Padawan had ever known.

When the saviors of those in harm’s way were themselves put in harm’s way, there was no one there to save them . It was cruel irony at its worst. They were gone so quickly. Snuffed out in a few moments.

All but one.

#kanera #au #caleb dume x hera syndulla #technically this is calera #janus kasmir #(my beloved)#ahhhhhh so excited for this!!!!#kanera week #kaneraweek2022

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gabriel4sam · 2 years

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the supernumerary Jedi

This little story is part of my bad habits to ship Obi-Wan with all the characters in Star Wars he hadn't been shiped before ^^

If the jewels had been there, Janus and Caleb would be far away with a lot of money. But the jewels were there to hide something. And someone. And now there is a Jedi in surplus on Janus' ship.

The job had been much bigger than their usual but they had needed a big pay check. Keeping ahead of the clones was becoming complicated. With that much money, the kid and Janus could buy false ID for the ship, a new living module to graft on the Kasmiri to change its shape too….The Empire wouldn’t stop until they had the bodies of every Jedi, but the galaxy was big. With the time it would buy them to disappear, Janus was sure he could take them far away in the Unkown regions to build themselves a new, profitable life. After all, there were scoundrels everywhere and the kid was becoming quite good. They would be unstoppable!

It was a god plan.

If the supposed jewels of the Alderaan’s crown, on loan to a museum in the Outer Rim for the first time ever, hadn’t been a front to smuggle a Jedi holocron the Empire should never ever have, they would be flying in a ship fit for princes right now.

But there had been a holocron. And a bunch of clones finding them at right the worst moment. And just when Janus thought he would die, there had been the sound of a lightsaber igniting.

He had turned his head, thinking he would see Caleb’s last stand and instead….

The man guarding the holocron.

The most wanted man in the galaxy, with a bounty on his head even Janus found scandalous.

Janus lost the plot, and a lot of blood, thinking he would never have bet on dying for someone, especially a baby Jedi with agile fingers, and thinking, and it was a comfort, that Caleb wouldn’t be alone.

Waking up in his bunk was a surprise.

The Kasmiri’s crew had a third member. A red head with Opinions about all that Janus had taught Caleb. But Caleb refused to leave him until Janus’s wounds were totally mended, even to follow a Jedi Master as impressive as Kenobi, even with how long Kalleran’s physiology needed to heal.

Janus, him, found him more exasperating than impressive and he would have left him stranded, even if Kenobi had saved their lives. Even if Caleb’s nightmares had calmed now that he had an adult Jedi to meditate with.

Even if sometimes, late in the night shift, when they were sure Caleb was deeply asleep, they explored the compatibility of human and kalleran’s bodies. Two beings who didn’t trust the other but had a truce, for Caleb, and would have hated to take the risks of someone other during one of their stopovers, with clones crawling everywhere searching for them.

Kenobi was exasperating, broken, and would one day leave and take the kid with him, and probably have him killed in teaching him about honour and other idiocies like that. During their couplings, sometimes Janus thought of burying his fangs into the pale flesh of his throat; to keep the kid. He knew Kenobi knew.

Sometimes he thought the Jedi even hoped for it.

#janus kasmir #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #obi wan kenobi #star wars #my fics

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Spectre One: Caleb Dume/Kanan Jarrus

Kanan Jarrus, born Caleb Dume, was a Force-sensitive human male Jedi Knight who survived Order 66 during the Clone Wars. Living on thanks to the sacrifice of his Master, Depa Billaba, on Kaller, he met the smuggler Janus Kasmir, who taught him how to survive as a fugitive. Going into hiding, he forsook the Jedi ways for some time, swapping his blue-bladed lightsaber for a blaster. After working with the Twi'lek rebel operative Hera Syndulla during the Gorse Conflict, Jarrus decided to join her nascent rebel cell. -Wookieepedia

Prior to Star Wars Rebels, some of the tales you could tell about this spectre are from these eras:

Jedi Temple Era

Padawan Era

Janus Kasmir Era

On the Run Era

New Dawn Era

Early Spectre One Era (up until Spark of Rebellion)

At the end of these eras, Kanan is 28 years old. We have the most canon backstory for him of all of the Spectres, but there is still a lot of time and so much you could add to it. We can't wait to see what you come up with!

Need more suggestions? Have a question? Just Ask!

#kanan jarrus #tales of the spectres #spectre week #spectre week 2024 #star wars rebels #star wars rebels fan fic #star wars rebels fan fiction #star wars rebels fanart #star wars rebels fan art #star wars rebels fanfic

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redrikki · 1 year

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Star Wars: Rebels Fic Masterpost

A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy - Depa stumbled free of the maze, back into the atrium for the Lothal Temple. There was just one problem. The man kneeling between the desiccated bodies of the ancient Jedi was not her master. (Depa Billaba, Kanan Jarrus)

With the Rest of the Miscreants - Boy meets galaxy and learns to live in it. A lost baby Jedi adapts in four 'easy' steps. (Caleb Dume, Janus Kasmir)

Cloak, No Dagger - In light of the intel from Gorse, Hera and Ahsoka rethink mission protocols while putting on a show for the ISB agent watching them. (Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano)

Tag - Sabine and Ketsu, bounty hunters extraordinaire, argue about how to sign their work. (Sabine Wren/Ketsu Onyo)

Swordsmith - Ezra puts his lightsaber together. It's not his life, except in all the ways it is. (Ezra Bridger, Ghost Crew)

Wild Blue Yonder - After the events of "The Brotherhood of the Broken Horn," Hera decides its high time for Ezra to learn to fly. (Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger)

Ain't No Fun (Life on the Run) - Ain't no fun living life on the run but, with his Hera and their crew by his side, Kanan finds it isn't always so bad. (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew)

Chicken Soup for the Jedi Soul - Four meals Kanan made for his crew and one he made for himself. (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew)

Graffiti on the Walls of the Heartland - Three works of art Sabine made for crew members and one she made for herself. (Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Chopper)

A Distraction - Kanan's been blinded. There's nothing Hera can do to fix it so Chopper gives her something she can. (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Chopper)

Then My Hair's Too Short - Apparently, Ezra had a new hair cut. That’s fine, it’s his head after all. Kanan just wished he had mentioned it. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger)

The Blind Beggar - When Ezra objects to Kanan taking point on a mission, Kanan decides its time they had a talk. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger)

Cut to the Heart - Sabine found the stupid thing in a cave, but now the Darksaber is taking over her life. Kanan gives her a little perspective. Tag to 3.13 "Trails of the Darksaber." (Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus)

Second Wind - Ahsoka takes the wrong exit from the world between worlds and ends up with a second chance to save her master. (Ahsoka Tano, Shmi Skywalker)

Rebel Moments - Collection of short Star Wars: Rebels stories based on tumblr prompts. (Ghost Crew, everyone ever)

#my fic #star wars #star wars: rebels #fic masterpost #ghost crew #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ezra bridger #sabine wren #zeb orrelios #ahsoka tano

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ao3feed-techphee · 1 month

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Feel something again

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PDMGOuX by Hilimi It's time to remove those damned chips and repair the broken relationships, but fixing something is always more complicated than destroying it, especially when you don't know exactly what's wrong or how to make it better. After all, what do clones know about emotions? Words: 1190, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Series: Part 3 of A home without you is incomplete Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Original Characters Relationships: Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Commander Mayday, CT-9904 | Crosshair/Clone Commander Mayday, Feemor & Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), Kanan Jarrus & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Kanan Jarrus & Janus Kasmir, Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech Additional Tags: Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Post Barton IV, Clone Commander Mayday Lives (Star Wars), Clone Troopers as Siblings (Star Wars), Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Drama, Grief/Mourning, Clone Trooper Inhibitor Chips (Star Wars), Autistic Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), brothers being brothers, Protective Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Trust Issues, Insecurity, Fear of Abandonment, Touch-Starved, Co-Dependance, Brainwashing is horrible, clone programmation, Kamino horrible place, Communication, beginnings of healthy communication, Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker’s language of love is food, pre Phee/Tech, Pre-Relationship, OC characters, Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Medical Procedures, References to hypothermia, discussion about Order 66, references to the horrible situation of Padawans as Jedi Commanders, references to the Jedi Code, Mayday does not like The Force, References to Depression, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Curious Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Young Kanan Jarrus, Protective Kanan Jarrus, smugglers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, but blink an eye and you’ll miss it, Drinking & Talking, Smut, Drunken Kissing, First Kiss, Groping, Grinding, Non-Explicit Sex, Older Man/Younger Man, Sexual Inexperience read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PDMGOuX

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #techphee #tech x phee #tbb fic

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shukruut · 2 years

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If we're talking about droid rights then it's Chopper/Hera/Kanan! In general I really love Kanan Jarrus/Janus Kasmir - they're both so dangerous and flexible!

dangerous and flexible... imagine what it must be like to be described that way. I would feel powerful

#I love how this also gives plenty of love to kanan #get it my boy!#not art #shippytalk

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Kanan and Kasmir??

Sweet!! I loved that duo in the comics!!

oh this one is very wipy. I'm always thinking about Janus Kasmir and Kanan Jarrus and how it's a shame they didn't come across each other again et tu, Kanan comic 🥲

So I was thinking when it would be the most interesting for them to meet and honestly, season 3 please - I want that jedi knight mindset challenged by the original Kanan Janus- I mean Janus Kanan. I mean Jarrus Kasmir, I mean-

#digital art #fanart #art #star wars #star wars rebels #kanan jarrus #janus kasmir #star wars fanart #swr fanart #artists on tumblr #my art #kanan the last padawan #wip #ask answered #sketch #sketches #thanks for the ask!

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kanerallels · 2 months

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GUYS IT'S REBELS REMEMBERED DAY WHICH MEANS IT'S STEVE MILLER AU DAY it's been so long since I last posted. But I'm here, and that's what matters! First lines under the cut!

Taglist: @day-to-day-thots @auroramagpie @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @opalknight @seleneisrising @cassie-fanfics (DM me if you want to be added or removed from my list!)

Hera was the last one into the planning room on the Yellow Submarine, following Jyn with two mugs of coffee in her hands. The rest of the crew was already assembled, sitting or standing here and there.

Kanan was the one who spotted her coming in, and his eyes lit up. “Hey,” he said, slipping past Kasmir to move next to her.

“Hey,” Hera said, passing him one of the mugs. “Are you excited to see me or the caf?”

“You, obviously,” Kanan said, taking a sip and letting out an appreciative noise. “But the caf is definitely a welcome addition. Thank you.”

“Anytime, love. Now, what’s going on?” Hera lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been gone since last night, and you look exhausted. Is something wrong?”

Shaking his head, Kanan said, “Not exactly. I’ll explain in just a minute.”

#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #ezra bridger #sabine wren #garazeb orrelios #jyn erso #janus kasmir #okadiah garson #chopper swr #the steve miller au #rebels remembered #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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risingthroughthestars · 2 years

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Name: Cayla

Fc: May Calamawy

Born: 19bby - Jedha

Height: 5’6

Species: Kyber crystal/lightsaber

Gender: agender/fem presenting

Pronouns: She/they/it

Sexuality: panromantic/acesexual

About:

Towards the end of the war, young Caleb Dume was chosen by Jedi Master Depa Billaba to be her Padawan. Caleb had not had the chance to make his lightsaber yet, so Depa took him to the Temple on Jedha to make his lightsaber.

The two were finally joined together and joined their Masters in the front lines of the war. It was frankly-the best time of their short lives. With all the ups and downs of the war-both Caleb and Cayla learned much from their respective Masters.

On the planet Kaller, Order 66 happened. Their Masters were lost-their friends turned against them. They had to go into hiding-being a Jedi put a target on Caleb’s back.

Caleb scrounged around for a while, Cayla staying hidden as to not bring any more attention to her Jedi. Caleb was soon helped by a Kalleran by the name of Janus Kasmir-though a bit begrudgingly. Cayla could see...the young inquisitive Jedi Caleb had been sinking into himself-getting locked behind a wall for his own protection. But Kasmir-he helped Caleb survive when she couldn’t. She’d staid hidden away in a cupboard while her Jedi...seemed to be fading away.

Caleb got captured by Depa’s former clone commanders and she couldn’t do anything to help him Luckily, Kasmir did care about Caleb and saved him. But after that...Caleb Dume was gone. In his place was Kanan Jarrus.

For her Jedi’s safety, she put herself into a deep hibernation. One that she only woke from after Kanan had gone to Malachor and lost his sight-and his padawan touched the dark side. The unbalance of it all finally breaking through and waking her up. Now she’s doing her best to catch up-and be the lightsaber her Jedi needed-as well as a mentor for Ezra’s lightsaber, Zay.

#Dream a Different Ending (Cayla HC)#character info #eeyyy #at least something about her #Cayla is also connected to galaxierisen's Zay who's Ezra's lightsaber c:

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laughingphoenixleader · 2 years

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I have made the impossible possible. I, so very long-winded, have written a fanfiction that is actually short!

*Anakin voice* shorter than I expected.

Couldn’t help myself there. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

First lines if you keep reading!

Ezra's biological parents had insisted that Kanan and Hera greet Ezra first.

Naturally, Hera and Kanan were too stubborn to agree, so Ezra's two sets of parents had good-naturedly argued for decades over who would get to welcome Ezra into the afterlife. They'd eventually played an epic tournament of space rock paper scissors, and Hera and Kanan had lost. Though it was really more like winning.

#fanfiction #star wars rebels #my writing #star wars #fanfic #my fanfic #ficlet #epilogue #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ephraim bridger #mira bridger #janus kasmir #post-star wars rebels #swr

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pretchatta · 2 years

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From my upcoming SWBB fic A Thousand Lives, which will be revealed on 27th April!

"Repeat, please confirm your departure clearance," came a voice from the comm.

Caleb scrambled to respond. "Uh, I confirm I have clearance to depart."

He tried to empty the pilot's chair for himself as the voice at the other end paused.

"Is this Janus Kasmir?"

Caleb finally sat down and leaned over to hit the transmission switch. "You must have misheard," he replied, kicking the body under the console and out of the way. "This is – uh, this is Kanan Jarrus."

"Clearance is for Janus Kasmir."

"Are you telling me that someone at your end misfiled my paperwork?"

There was a sigh and then static. "Fine. Just go."

#kanan jarrus #janus kasmir #inquisitor kanan #star wars rebels #a thousand lives #swbb #swbb wip #wip wednesday #star wars big bang #star wars: rebels #swr fic #caleb dume

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softpadawan · 3 years

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Liveblogging Jedi Fallen Order pt. 1

Is there any better way to open a movie than with Mongolian folk metal? The answer is no, there isn't 🤘

I'm really liking Cal's maternity poncho. Comfortable yet flattering. The galaxy definitely needs more Jedi babies, so I'm glad he's doing his part

I instantly like Prauf. Instantly like Cere. Instantly like Greez. Instantly like this entire thing.

JEDI FALLEN ORDER IS MY FAVORITE STAR WARS MOVIE

I like the jingle-jangle sound effects of all the shit Cal has hanging off of him. You'll always know where he is, like a cat wearing a bell

Mantis is a REALLY NICE ship. GD limo compared to the Ghost, and the Ghost is one of my favorite starships. Greez has good taste

My boy not only listens to metal but plays space guitar? I'm so in love with this guy it's starting to piss me off

Really gotta hand it to the actors and animators. The moment when Cal finds out Cere was a Jedi and the sheer amount of angst on his face and the emotion conveyed in that throaty "Do I know you?" is just... wow. Bravo.

I REALLY like Mantis's design. It's a nice looking ship inside and out

OHMYGOD IT'S A GIANT ONE-EYED DICK MAGGOT WITH LEGS KILL IT CAL KILL IT WITH FIRE

I'M ALMOST IN TEARS OVER BD-1 AND HIS BUSTED LITTLE LEG AND THE WAY HE JUST RUNS TO CAL AND HOPS INTO HIS ARMS GAWWWWD

🚨 PROTECT BD-1 AT ALL COSTS 🚨 also CONGRATULATIONS ON BECOMING A DROID DAD CAL. STAR WARS IS ALL ABOUT ACCIDENTAL FATHERHOOD

Cal just keeps a welding gun on his belt NBD askdfalsk get help I'm dying (You can take the boy out of the scrapyard but you'll never take the scrapyard out of the boy)

Including this shot for No Reason At All

(Sidenote: I'm pleased to report that half, if not the majority, of Rule 34 Cal Kestis art swings toward the Definitely Gay and Loving It)

I really like how they handled the flashbacks in this game and tied them in with Cal remembering his Jedi training and the player learning new skills, very cool

BD-1 running as fast as his little legs will go, I have never seen anything so cute

Also, I'm glad we get to see Cal being playful and smiling and laughing. He's been through Some Shit™ but he's still got hope, especially now that he's reconnecting with the Force again. I can't help but wonder if this might have happened to Kanan Jarrus (Caleb Dume) if he hadn't gone down the Scoundrel Path with Janus Kasmir and eventually become the [most likely] alcoholic wreck that Hera finds on Gorse. Cal spent 5 years in hiding before receiving the call (age 18 roughly). Kanan was in hiding for 8 years and didn't even really use the Force for another 6, when he met finally Ezra (at age 28). Though they're close to the same age, Cal has 10 years' experience on Kanan because he was "rescued" sooner. Really getting some strong feelings about these poor Purge-surviving Padawans

The score is excellent. Wow. This is a really impressive production.

Cal Kestis: Fannypack Handyman Toolbelt Dad. He's the male equivalent of those girls who have fuckin everything in their purses. Tissues? Yep. Breath mints? Got 'em. Combo lock picker/glass cutter/nail clippers? Here, sweetie. Hand sanitizer? Help yourself. He's got it all and can fix everything, even broken hearts

My boy is such a tatty little rat. Scuffed boots. Fraying trousers. Some kind of saddle for a vest. Poor kid doesn't even have two gloves. He's just getting by and making do on whatever he can scrounge (like my other boy, Ezra)

JUST SIT DOWN IN THE WATER, OKAY FINE YOU ANIMAL, SHEESH

WooHOO mud surfing--oh holy FUCK IT'S A GIANT 3-EYED CHERNOBYL TOAD, DON'T GET VORED CAL! FUUUUUCK THAT THING HAS TEETH! FASTER PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL! What even IS it? It looks like a crocotoad or something you'd find in the Florida Everglades

Conclusion: I am Greez. I would totally freak out if someone brought a wet, oily dog into my nice clean house and it immediately jumped on my couch. And Cere's smirk at Cal's deadpan "Not really." LOLOL

New headcanon: Cal is a grungy plebe and the reason why Greez can't have nice things

Sometimes you just know when a character would be an awesome dad, and Cal strikes me as one of them *has already created the "Kanan Jarrus & Cal Kestis as Space Dads" tag on AO3*

"I'm just asking 'cause I was thinking of maybe making some food." GREEZ I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPRESS

"Cal, as long as you're alive, you will always have choice." CERE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPRESS

Annnnd to Dathomir we go, a totally safe and not-creepy place where a certain former Sith Lord may or may not be decorating his cave with Mandalorian relics. Surewhynot

Greez: Buckle up, kiddies! We're going trick-or-treating!

To be continued in Part 2

#star wars #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #liveblogging #jfo #cut scenes #mpreg #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #ezra bridger #the last padawan #star wars rebels #bd-1 #greez dritus #cere junda #janus kasmir #space dads #slightly ns/fw

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