#kanan's face is so tender when he looks at ezra

[jedimandalorian]

This is an excerpt from my songfic WIP “I’ll Be Home for Life Day.” I’m writing this for the @sabezra-life-day-celebration which you shippers should follow for updates. 😉

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I'll be home for Life Day

You can count on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents by the tree.

Ezra Bridger stood there just staring with his eyes wide and lips parted, momentarily distracted from his work and fascinated by the sight of Hera Syndulla and Kanan Jarrus slow dancing to the familiar tune of “I’ll Be Home for Life Day” in the main hold of the Ghost. Ezra couldn’t stop himself from grinning at this very rare display of public affection between the two of them. Kanan was softly crooning the song’s lyrics right next to Hera’s ear-cones and was looking quite pleased that he brought such a rosy flush to her ordinarily cool green complexion.

Ezra was supposed to be helping Sabine decorate the holiday tree with glow spheres and colorful hand painted ornaments, but the sight of such a tender moment between his captain and his master reminded him of how his parents had danced to that very same song when he was a little boy. The end result was always the same: Ephraim Bridger always steered his wife Mira over to the doorway where the mistletoe was hung so he could steal a kiss from her. From the time little Ezra was old enough to toddle over to them, his father would lift him into his arms and hold him under the mistletoe so that his mother could kiss his cheek and they could both tell him how much he was loved. His mother and father did that every year until he was six.

Ezra closed his eyes and shook his head as if to ward off the painful memories of what happened on his seventh birthday. After that terrible day he had spent every Life Day on his own. There were no more Life Day trees, no more mistletoe kisses, no more presents…

…that is, until last year. Hera’s gift was the first present he had opened. She had bought him a new pair of red pajamas printed with drawings of silly, playful brown Loth-cats. Some fifteen year-old boys would have been embarrassed to wear such childish-looking sleepwear, but Ezra, who had recognized the drawings as Sabine’s own doodles, realized that Hera had them custom made for him. Ezra, who for years had only worn second-hand clothing that he had nicked or salvaged from recycling bins, had new pajamas that had been made just for him. He had launched himself into Hera’s arms, hugging her with a muffled “thanks” as he hid his face in her shoulder so that the others would not see that his eyes were watering.

“Ezra?” Sabine’s voice brought him back into the present moment. “You okay?”

Ezra hastily wiped his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine. Is this one the last of the glow spheres? I thought we had more of them last year.”

“Here comes Chopper with the rest of them now,” Sabine said as the droid rolled over to them with another big tray of glow globes.

“Come on, we have to finish up before lunchtime. You’re getting your Life Day present early this year.”

“Early?” Ezra asked. Zeb had ambled over to them with the life-star, which he had the honor of placing on the top of the tree, since he was the only one tall enough to reach the top. “Why am I getting my present early?”

“We all chipped in to get you a gift card,” Zeb explained.

“Yep,” Sabine added. “And I’m in charge of your makeover.”

“Sabine’s taking you to the Spiral City Mall this afternoon to help you pick out some new clothes,” Zeb added.

“But—“ Ezra began, as if to protest.

“Make the kid pick out some new basics too,” Zeb said with a grimace. “I don’t think he owns any socks or underwear that aren’t torn or full of holes.”

Chopper’s electronic giggle made Sabine bite her lip, as if she was desperately trying not to laugh.

“Zeb!” Ezra exclaimed angrily. “That’s not true!” His face was red with embarrassment. “And I don’t need Sabine’s help to pick out under—“

“O Holey Drawers!” Zeb sang in synch with the next Life Day carol on the music-player. “Your bum is nearly showing!”

Sabine and Chopper collapsed in a fit of giggles, and Ezra found himself wishing for an air vent so he could crawl into it and not come out until New Year’s Day.

As if sensing how much Ezra wanted them to change the subject, Sabine came to his rescue. “Oh, they are so sweet,” she commented. Ezra, Chopper, and Zeb turned to look in the direction that Sabine had indicated. They all saw that Kanan was stealing a kiss from Hera under the mistletoe.

Ezra watched them with interest. Smooth, he thought. In a quiet moment he had with Kanan several weeks before, he had confessed his crush on Sabine and then asked Kanan how he managed to get Hera to return his feelings.

Kanan had looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, “Kid, I might be with Hera, but that doesn’t mean I know how I did it.” Ezra shared a good laugh with his master over that. Kanan opened his mouth as if to say more, then stopped himself. Visions of a future that Ezra could not see clouded Kanan’s blind eyes.

After a long silence, Kanan finally said, “If it is the will of the Force, it will happen. And if it’s going to happen it will be when you’re both more mature and ready for it. For now, you should enjoy your friendship with Sabine, and value how close the two of you have become. Just take things slowly with her. Always be a gentleman, and trust the Force.”

Ezra snapped out of his reverie when Zeb punched his arm. “Are you studying his snogging technique for future reference, Lover Boy?” Chopper guffawed at this. Ezra was glad that Sabine was busy putting away the ornament boxes at that moment. He hoped she was out of earshot.

Zeb leaned down and stage-whispered to Ezra, “Let Sabine have her fun with you at the mall. You know how females are about shopping.”

Ezra nodded.

“Who knows? If you play your cards right, she might even let you hold her hand.” Zeb winked.

Chopper burbled something Zeb couldn’t understand.

“What did he say?”

Ezra was reluctant to translate what Chopper said. It was something like, “Ezra had better play his cards right with Sabine or the only hand he’ll be holding is an Idiot’s Array.”

Of course, Chopper probably intended to call Ezra an idiot by saying that, but he didn’t mind. An Idiot’s Array was still a winning hand in sabaac.

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So who wants Sabine and Ezra to go on a “mall date”? What sort of shenanigans should they get into?

What do you think of this story so far?

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hey, I'm back with another follower celebration request!!! Any chance you’d be willing to do 11 and 13 with again Ezra Bridger? Unsure if this is still open, but if so this would be cool to read! Thanks 😁

Hello gorgeous, @skyofnostars

Thank you for another brilliant request and a good curve ball. So I guess you could see this as a continuation of your previous request, if you want, or on its own.

Hope you love it,

Love oo

The Plan

Warnings: Trouble sleeping, flirting, kisses, forehead kisses, tenderness, discussions of thievery, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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You sat in the Phantom looking up to the stars, letting your mind drift back to the old days of when it was Ezra, Sabine, Kanan, Hera, Seb, Chopper and you against the world. Now it was just Hera, Ezra and yourself. Ahsoka and Sabine were still stuck on Peridea. Seb was off training recruits. Hera was busy with Jacen, not to mention dealing with the New Republic nonsense. 

So really, it was just you and Ezra. 

“Can’t sleep?”

You couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on your lips as soon as you heard his voice, you turned your head slightly to look at him, “Hey.”

Ezra simply smiled as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, while his hand played with your hair while his arm leaned against the headrest, “Hey, you okay?” His thumb gently rubbed your forehead back and forth. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay, I reached over for you and you were gone. I figured something was up, you love sleeping too much to let things keep you from it.”

You chuckled, leaning into his touch, “Yeah, I … I couldn’t stop thinking about Ahsoka and Sabine. I mean they’re stuck out there, just like you were.” Your smile slowly started to fall the more you thought about it, “I’m worried we won’t be able to get them back, or even how we can get them back.”

“Actually, I had a thought on that; but…” he held up his finger smiling at you, “you’ll have to follow me to the galley for some hot chocolate … sorry, hot white chocolate for you to learn about my plans.”

The smile on your lips simply brightened as you looked at him, “You haven’t forgotten.”

“You’re favourite drink? Never. Please.”

There wasn’t any further discussion, you simply stood taking his hand in yours and followed him to the galley, and ten minutes later as promised there was a very warm and very soothing hot white chocolate in your mug. You looked at Ezra with all the love and adoration you’ve been unable to shower him with for the past ten years in that one moment. How you were still able to love him after all this time, as though no time had passed at all was a miracle in itself. 

“So you have a grand plan?”

“Oh do I!” He chuckled as he took a sip of his own hot cocoa, he’d been craving it for ten years and now until he was completely sick of the taste, that would be his drink of choice. At least in the evenings, and mornings. Maybe sometimes at lunch. “It’s simple really.”

“Okay, I’m all ears, since it’s so simple.”

“We steal Thrawn’s ship.”

The statement was so matter of fact, so simple and so incredibly insane. Your eyes fluttered as you looked at Ezra, utter shock strewn across your face.

“We steal Thrawn’s ship?”

“We steal Thrawn’s ship.” He shrugged, the answer was just that simple.

You scratched your head as you repeated the sentence another five times in your head, each time with different inflections, different tonal variations, and no matter how it sounded in your head, no matter how melodious those words may have flown out of Ezra’s mouth, that was just pure insanity. 

A large sigh escaped your lips as you looked at your mug for a second before looking at Ezra, nodding. “Okay.  Okay. So … let’s say you go through with this absolutely fool hardy idea. That you steal Thrawn’s ship. Not that I’m doubting you, I’ve seen you do enough crazy things to know it’s possible for you to actually accomplish this. However, let’s go through this step by step.” You ran your hand down your face and let out a chuckle. “First, let’s start with the basics. How are you going to get onboard in the first place? I mean you can’t just knock on the front door and say hey I’m here.”

“Why not?”

“You’re not serious?”

“Why not?”

“Ezra! Stop with the questions and just answer me.”

He let out a smile as he took another sip, “Listen we have one of Thrawn’s shuttles. I have one of his stormtrooper uniforms. So … why can’t I just show up.”

“Because it’s Thrawn, that man has plans for his plans. He has backup plans for those plans. And then backups for his backups. I’m sure without a doubt that he knows you’re the one who stole the ship to begin with, and no doubt that stormtrooper had some questions when he woke up naked. So … yeah, I don’t think it would be that easy.”

“Maybe not if I just show up out of the blue, however, what if I snuck back on board during a fight.”

“During a fight?” Somehow this started to sound like a plan and that in itself was scary. 

“Yeah, we could have Hera’s fighters, and maybe some other New Republic soldiers start a battle, while they’re keeping Thrawn and his forces distracted, I sneak on the ship.”

“And then what?”

“Then while I’m onboard, I’ll get them to abandon ship.”

You nodded as you listened, “Knowing you, you’ll probably do some Jedi mind trick thingy” you waved your hand in front of him smirking, “telling the bridge officer or someone in engineering they need to make a ship wide announcement to abandon ship or something.”

Ezra nodded, smirking as he took your hand in his, “Exactly, piece of cake.”

“Yeah.” You smiled, squeezing your hand, “That is, until …” your smile dropped, “until Thrawn decides the easiest way to deal with you is to kill you.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Don’t sweetheart me, you know he’s on the verge of a complete and utter mental breakdown. He’s dangerous and he could easily kill you.”

“He’s dangerous but he’s not all powerful. My ally is the force, and it will never let me down.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, “You better not die, because the only one who gets to kill you, is me. So you tell the force, that it better have your back or else.”

Ezra pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours as one hand pressed your hand into his chest, while the other held the back of your head, keeping you close. “Sweetheart, I’m never leaving you again. Not when I just got you back. Plus we still need to figure out what Thrawn’s planning first, but once we have our opening, I’m going to take it, to get our family back.”

You nodded against his head, “Alright, but I’ll come with you. You’re not leaving my side ever again.”

He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you with determination and promise. “You won’t ever have to leave my side. I promise.”

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[local-neko-girl]

Chapter Four:

Rex stared at the figure a long time, wondering who it was. The more he stared, the more he had a feeling he knew who.

“Arvanna? Is that you?” Rex asked aloud.

She froze, terrified he already knew. She just wanted to disappear. She didn’t want to see him again. She sighed, then removed the hood of the cloak, and turned to see him.

“Yes Rex, it’s me,” she softly said as she looked at him.

Sato gasped as did others at her red eyes, assuming she was a Sith. Her hair was still fiery red from that day on Korriban. A lot of things changed that day.

“You brought a Sith here?” Sato asked.

“She’s not a Sith,” Rex said, then turned to her again. “What happened to your eyes?”

“I don’t know. When we went to Malachor, the temple got activated. Once it did, I had this odd feeling and ended up passing out.”

“She had weird black markings around her eyes, and was mumbling something,” Ezra added.

“Just like that one time,” Rex said.

“You mean… when we went to Korriban?” She softly asked.

“Yeah, your eyes were black and red, and had these weird markings around them. Well, amongst other things. Like your hair. It still never went back to normal?”

“No, it’s stayed red since.. that day. Maybe it’s a reaction to the place?”

“It could be, you did go back to mostly normal after we left Korriban.”

“Why were you on Korriban?” Kanan was surprised.

“Visiting family,” she chuckled painfully.

Kanan had a confused look on his face. Arvanna and Rex stared at each other a long time.

“I could take you to a ship, if you wouldn’t mind me escorting you,” he smiles.

His voice was soft and tender to her the whole time. Not his usual louder personality around everyone else. He held out his arm for her to link hers through. She took off the cloak and handed it back to Kanan.

“Thank you for letting me use this.”

“Not a problem. Hopefully we’ll see you again.”

“We’ll see. The force works in mysterious ways.”

She linked her arm through his, and they walked out of the command center.

“Was that weird?” Ezra asked. “They acted so weird with each other.”

Kanan chuckled slightly.

“That’s because they used to be lovers.”

“Lovers? Really? I thought Jedi couldn’t form attachments?” Ezra asked.

“She was… a special case.”

“Because of being a Sanguine?”

“Sort of. It was extremely complicated.”

As Rex and Arvanna walked through the halls, Arvanna stared at the ground, not sure what to say. It has been so long since she saw him.

“You’re looking good,” he said as they walked.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Never pictured you with facial hair,” she smiled.

“I’m trying a new look, like it?” he smiled back.

“I liked your baby face more,” she chuckled. “But you’re still so handsome like this too.”

They come up to a ship similar to the Phantom, called The Poltergeist. There was someone standing outside of it and walked up to them.

“So you’re paying for the ship right?” the man asked.

“Yes, do you have the sale pad?” she asked.

“Yes, right here,” he handed it over to her.

She looked it over, seeing the price was a little high, but fair for the fact they were losing a ship. She put in a code so that credits could be transferred and she paid. The man bowed and walked away.

“So, this is it,” Rex said solemnly.

“Until we meet again,” she smiled sadly.

There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other again. She could feel the words at the tip of his tongue, but he was too nervous to say it. Even though it had been so long since she fed on him, she could still read his feelings and thoughts.

“I still love you too,” she said and started to cry. “I never stopped caring about you.”

There was a pained look on his face before he drew her in close in a tight embrace. She was shocked at first, not having flesh and bone contact in a long time. It felt like a weight was lifted from her chest, and she held him tightly.

“I…” Rex started to say.

“You don’t have to tell me Rex, it’s okay. I know.”

They were still holding each other. She knew every word he wanted to tell her but couldn’t figure out how to say it. How he cared for her, missed her terribly, hoped she was alright, wished she would stay, wished he could help her.

“I wish this moment could last forever,” Rex mumbled softly into her ear. “I miss you so much.”

She continued to cry.

“I feel the same way. I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m on a different path now. Everything is so dark. After… after Korriban and then the Order… I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m in so much pain.”

“I wish I could just take that pain away for you,” he softly said as he held her close.

“I know. Truly you are an amazing man Rex. Never forget that. And I’ll never forget you.”

“I’ll never forget you either, Arvanna.”

They end their hug, and she wipes her tears away to see Rex wipe his own. She touches his chest a moment, then leans in and kisses his lips. She knew how much he wanted one last kiss. As did she. When she pulled back and looked into his eyes again, he gasped softly.

“Your eyes, they’ve returned to normal. There’s no markings, and they are blue again.”

“You always knew how to heal me,” she softly smiled.

“Just be safe, okay?” Rex said.

“I will be, thank you. For everything you’ve ever done for me.”

She starts to tear up again, but turns and gets into the ship. Once it takes off, Rex walks back inside.

The others see how sad he looks, and Kanan walks up to him.

“You alright?” Kanan asked.

“I just… I didn’t want her to go.”

Ezra see’s how upset Rex is, and feels bad for him.

“I know. But she’s on her own path now.”

“I know… it doesn’t make it hurt any less though,” Rex sighed and walked off.

As she left the planet, she had no idea where to go, or what to do. She slinked down and began crying hard. Everything came bubbling back to the surface and she couldn’t take it. The emotions choked her and she just started screaming. In anguish and pain, she let it all out. Losing so many created a black hole in her chest. And it felt like it was getting bigger and bigger. She didn’t know where to go or what to do. She just sat there, alone on the ship.

I should have just stayed. Rex was always the best part of me. He brought out the good in me, and kept me from doing anything rash. What am I doing? Should I go back?

Then her thoughts went to Maul.

Should I find him? Should I seek him out and follow him? He knows all about this kind of pain. I… I don’t know what to do…

The sorrow overtook her as she decided to set a course for the nearest system. After that, she went to her quarters and decided to sleep. There wasn’t anything else to do, and dwelling on her past was only causing more pain.

She lay there, in the bed, lonely and wondering what was going to happen. She had been wandering for so long she didn’t know what to do anymore. As time went on, she slowly started to fade into slumber.

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[softpadawan]

imagine mer kanan actually getting caught by bad humans and mer ezra manages to free him by using his trademark sneakiness to distract them and cut kanan loose

Oh yes, this is a great idea. Kanan, whose deepest darkest fear is Ezra being caught, ends up caught himself, and Ezra has to come to his rescue by utilizing those “dangerous” landfaring skills he acquired. 

I love this because it allows Ezra to shake off the “damsel in distress” image that so often happens when you’ve got a younger, smaller, naïve character in a relationship with an older, bigger, more experienced partner—especially when the latter is a big strong sharkman. The small fry will save the day!

Kanan, trapped in a net on the deck of a ship, eyes dilated black and teeth bared, maybe a little bloody because we like our men just a bit tenderized, his long wet hair plastered to his face, snarling and swiping uselessly at the cruel poachers around him. They close in on him slowly, clubs raised to deliver that killing blow, when from out of nowhere they hear a hideous ripping sound and whip around to see a—a merboy!—who has somehow managed to climb up into the rigging and is gleefully riding a knife from the topsail down to the mainsail, shredding the canvases in half with the ease of a well-seasoned pirate.

The crew abandon their catch with startled cries and proceed to chase after the merboy, who leads them on a wild goose chase through the rigging, absolutely dismantling the ship as he goes. He makes these salty old seadogs look like absolute landlubbers as he leaps from mast to mast, working his way from top to bottom, whacking the men with his tail if they get too close, sending them falling to their deaths on the hard deck or over the side of the ship.

Meanwhile, Kanan has chewed his way out of the net and is now free. By the time he’s spotted, it’s already too late. 

A captured sharkman is dangerous, but a freed one is deadly.

In just a few short minutes, the entire crew of men is dead, dying, or drowned. Kanan has worn himself out. He can’t take being out of the water for so long, and the sun has sapped him of his strength. He collapses onto the deck and closes his eyes, utterly spent.

Ezra, proudly scanning the havoc he has wrought, notices Kanan and flops over to him. He’s pale and parched, drawing wheezing gasps through his dried lips. Ezra immediately hooks his arms under Kanan’s and drags him to a splintered hole in the bulwark, leaping back into the water with him. Kanan rallies once he’s down in the cool depths and opens his eyes. Ezra grins at him, but that grin fades when Kanan raises a critical finger.

“You shouldn’t have come after me. That was a stupid, reckless, insane thing to do. You could have been killed!”

Ezra wraps his hand around Kanan’s finger. “You would have done the same for me,” he says tenderly. “In fact, you have.”

The anger drains out of Kanan, and his eyes develop a film of unseen tears. Face crumpling under the weight of his emotions, he throws his arms around Ezra and embraces him tightly.

With a contented smile, Ezra closes his eyes and hugs him back as hard as he can.

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[j-em-g]

Okay but one of the things that really sold me on the whole Kanan is Ezra’s surrogate father is the moment season one where Ezra first uses the dark side. And Kanan has this look of utter horror when he wakes up and that’s the first thing he sees.

And then you have him book it to Ezra and hold him ever so gently with this tender and scared look on his face *sobbing* 🥺😭 I’m adoreeee … that was the moment that Kanan became Ezra’s dad and no and can tell me otherwise.

He’s just so soft and he loves his boi.

Please I love seeing you that Kanan and Ezra art, there have been such a lack of them since the show ended which is a crime. Please totally do more whenever you can 👉🏽👈🏽

Ah yes I remember that scene! I've always felt that Ezra had good potential on the dark side, he was ambitious and somehow lacked patience. He was very lucky to have Kanan as his teacher 🥺

Thank you for your kind words! I will draw more of them if I got time!! <3

[hrtiu]

I know you're probably tired of writing but I LOVE your Rexsoka!!! Would it be possible to see a Rebels Rexsoka where Ahsoka gets injured bad and Rex has to sit by helplessly as she's taken care of by medical staff... and maybe with the Ghost crew seeing how it affects him... (aka they figure out how close the two are). Also, maybe a follow up of Ahsoka frustrated with her injury because she's not used to needing help. Was thinking leg injury. Love seeing vulnerable Ahsoka. Thanks!

I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, but thank you so much for submitting it! Rexsoka will always be my favorite TCW ship, and I love writing for it! I hope you enjoy.

“We’re coming in hot!” Hera shouted from the cockpit.

“Ezra, get the door!” Kanan said, moving to grip Ahsoka under her shoulders. “Zeb, you get her legs.”

The Ghost’s breaking thrusters screamed in protest as Hera pulled her in for a rushed landing. The landing gear struck the landing pad of Chopper Base with a heavy thunk and Ezra dashed for the door and punched it open. He ran down the gangplank and Kanan and Zeb carried an unconscious Ahsoka out of the ship after him.

The first person Ezra saw was Rex, puttering around by the generator. “Rex! Get the med unit ready! Ahsoka’s been injured!”

Rex looked up from the generator in confusion, then his eyes fell on Ahsoka’s limp form in Kanan and Zeb’s care. The bacta pad tied around her waist was keeping her alive, but it couldn’t block the trail of red liquid oozing from her torso. 

Rex’s face went white as his beard. “What happened?”

“No time,” huffed Ezra. “Get the med unit!”

Rex’s eyes glazed over, and Ezra wondered if now would be the moment Rex’s unstoppable soldier persona decided to fail. Then the former clone captain snapped to attention, dropped the tools he’d been carrying to the ground, and ran full-tilt towards the med bunker near the back of the base.

Ezra helped hold Ahsoka steady while Kanan and Zeb carried her to the med bunker. They set Ahsoka gingerly down on the med unit and Rex set to work cleaning, cauterizing, and redressing her wound. Kanan and Zeb left to update Hera, and Ezra made himself useful however he could, grabbing bacta, bandages, the cauterizer—whatever Rex needed.

“What happened?” Rex asked again as he carefully peeled off Ahsoka’s ruined bandages. “I thought this was supposed to be a low-security munitions factory.”

“It was, but something went wrong with the charges we set. The explosion radius was bigger than we thought, and a piece of shrapnel got Ahsoka.”

Rex’s lips pulled together and his brows furrowed, but he didn’t look away from his work. “Got it.”

The rest of the crew of the Ghost hovered about just outside the med bunker, but the space was cramped and more hands wouldn’t help. Rex was the most experienced with emergency medicine of their little team, and Ezra thanked his stars that he’d been the first to respond to his cry for help on Chopper Base.

Rex asked for the handheld cauterizing laser, and Ezra placed it in his hand.

“I need you to keep her still, alright kid?” Rex said. “This next part might be rough.”

Ezra put his hands on Ahsoka’s shoulders in preparation, but worried he wouldn’t be able to do much if she jolted. She was strong, both physically and in the Force. That’s when it occurred to him that he wasn’t too shabby with the Force either,

Ezra kept his hands on Ahsoka’s shoulders, but instead of pressing down he closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into hers, like he did when negotiating with a tooka or calming a loth wolf. He communicated peace and comfort, as well as a willingness to bear some of her pain.

Rex turned the cauterizer on and Ahsoka’s muscles seized up, her jaw clenching and her hands balling into tight fists. Peace, comfort, security, Ezra sent to her, and some of her pain flowed into him. Together, they bore the harsh cleansing burn of the laser, and Ahsoka managed to keep still.

Rex put the laser away and held his hand out to Ezra again. “Bacta.”

Ezra let go of Ahsoka’s shoulders. She was limp again, likely passed out from the pain. He found Rex the tub of topical bacta gel and handed it to him. Rex took it and spread some of the gloopy gel onto his fingers then, with infinite care, slowly spread it across the burned surface of Ahsoka’s wound. His touch glided over the angry wound like it was the most delicate, beautiful flower in the galaxy, like she might fade away if he was too rough.

The charred wound slowly began knitting together, the burnt brown fading to a crusted tan. The tension in Ahsoka’s unconscious features faded, and to Ezra it seemed she shifted from unconsciousness to sleep. Rex leaned back against the wall of the bunker and sighed, deep lines of stress aging his already-worn features.

“We’re past the dangerous part, now,” Rex said. “You should tell the others.”

Ezra nodded and left to find the rest of the Ghost crew. Hera beamed with pleasure and Kanan let out a sigh and a small smile. Sabine acted like she’d never been terribly worried in the first place, but Ezra knew how guilty she’d felt about her explosion not going according to plan. Zeb whooped in triumph and Chopper was, well… Chopper. Everyone’s relief was clear, but underlying it lurked an enduring anxiety. These past few months it had become too easy to think of their work as fun and exciting rather than dangerous and potentially deadly.

It took Ezra some time to track everyone down, so by the time he finished his task he decided to go back and check if Rex needed anything else. The door to the med bunker was open when he arrived, and through the opening he could see Rex sitting at Ahsoka’s side, his gaze warm and tender. Ezra cleared his throat and knocked at the side of the door.

Rex looked up. “Oh, Ezra. Care to help me clean up?”

“Sure.”

Ezra stepped inside and set about throwing away used bandages, sterilizing tools, and putting things back where they belong alongside Rex. They were just about finished when a soft moan sounded from the med unit.

Ahsoka stirred on the stretcher, and Rex looked up at her with worried, eager eyes. She looked back at him blearily and tried to sit up.

“...Rex?”

Rex gently pressed her back down. “You’ve been injured, little’un. Try not to move.”

“I remember the blast,” she croaked. “How bad is it?”

Rex frowned. “Bad enough.”

“You were bleeding like crazy on the Ghost,” Ezra said, “but luckily we got you back here in time.”

“Then… I’m going to be alright?” she asked, voice small and uncertain for the first time Ezra had ever heard.

“Yes, you should be. Probably,” Rex said, his frown growing. “The bleeding has stopped, and none of your internal organs were injured too badly. But this was much closer than it should have been.”

Her vulnerability disappeared, and she attempted a weak smile. “How close should it have been?”

“It’s not funny,” Rex said. His eyes dodged hers and his fingers curled tightly over the “501st” scratched into the vambrace he always wore.

Ahsoka’s expression softened, and she reached out to him, setting her hand on his. He looked up at her and the softness in his eyes brought a heat to Ezra’s neck.

Rex reached his other hand to Ahsoka’s cheek, his hands smearing the leftover bacta gel against her white markings. She didn’t seem to mind.

“I already lost you once, I’ll be damned if I lose you again,” he said.

“Rex, you know the risks.”

Rex’s eyes fell to his lap, and she squeezed his hand tight. 

“But I promise I’ll always do everything I can to come back,” she said, her voice smoky and soothing like Ezra sometimes liked to imagine Sabine’s, in his weaker moments.

Rex looked back up at her, his eyes dark and intense. The small room was suddenly stifling, and Ezra’s face was on fire. He was going to die. Maybe he was already dead. He coughed loudly, and Rex and Ahsoka turned to him as if surprised by his existence.

“I, uh, I guess I’ll leave you two alone, then,” Ezra said, backing slowly out of the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were together. I mean, Kanan explained to me about the age thing, but-”

Ahsoka dropped Rex’s hand and Rex scooted away from her, his eyes going wide.

“W-we’re not together,” he stammered.

Ahsoka’s lekku flushed a deep blue. “Yeah, just old friends. Wartime buddies.”

“Oh, ok,” Ezra said, still backing away. “Well, um, I think Hera needs me for something.”

Ahsoka opened her mouth to say something, but Ezra was out the door before she had a chance to vocalize it. The door whirred shut behind him, and he leaned back against the durasteel, his skin hot against the cool metal. Well, that was mortifying.

“Kids have such… vivid imaginations.” Ahsoka’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, and Ezra froze.

Rex chuckled, though it rang weak in Ezra’s ears. “Yeah. Crazy, to think that… You know. You and me? Crazy.”

Ezra leaned closer to the door, letting the sound from the other side seep through the crack between the panels. Being in the same room as a couple melting all over each other was a fate worse than death, but eavesdropping? Eavesdropping was one of his favorite pastimes.

“Rex, what if what Ezra said… It might be nice…”

Ezra pressed his ear harder against the cold metal.

Rex’s voice cracked. “Ahsoka-”

A firm hand yanked Ezra away from the door by his ear.

“Ow!” Green headtails bobbed in his peripheral vision. “Hera! What was that for?”

“I’m pretty sure that conversation was none of your business,” Hera said, marching him further away from the bunker.

“I just wanted to know what their deal is,” Ezra said. “Don’t you?”

Hera crossed her arms and heaved a sigh. “Sure, but that’s their business. They’ll figure it out when they’re ready. Relationships… They’re complicated. Especially when Jedi are involved.”

Her focus shifted to some distant point beyond Ezra, and Ezra bit his lip, thinking of Kanan.

“Alright, I get it,” he said. “But I hope they figure things out. They deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah,” Hera said, her attention returning to him. “Me too.”

#rexsoka #captain rex #ahsoka tano #tcw #fanfic #ask #really old ask #sorry! #rexsoka renaissance

[anileahvictoria]

Padded Walls (A fluff fic).

"Karabast!" 

Chopper laughed as Kanan bumped into the corner on a table for the third time that evening.

"It's not funny, Chopper," Kanan said irritably, "That hurt."

"I bet," Hera agreed, making her way over and lifting Kanan's shirt just enough to see the bruise that was starting to form.

"I'm fine," Kanan insisted.

"I know, love. But you seem to be bumping into that table a lot."

"And the shelf, and the bedpost, and the corner at the end of the hall," Kanan added.

"I wonder why." Hera teased, but her eyes were sad as she caressed Kanan's face just under the bandages over his eyes.

Kanan leaned into her warm palm, "Heh, yeah, I wonder. Aren't you heading out soon?"

Hera sighed, "Unfortunately, yes. I'm taking Ezra, Sabine, and Zeb with me, but we'll be back soon."

"What about Chopper? Don't you need your Co-Pilot?"

"I'm taking the Phantom, so I won't need a Co-Pilot. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on you while I'm out."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"I know, but I'd feel better if he stayed."

"I'm not going anywhere, Hera. I'll be fine."

"All the same, Chopper's staying with you. End of discussion."

Sabine popped her head through the doorway, "Time to go! you coming?"

"I'll be right there." Hera called after her, "That's my cue. You sure you'll be alright?"

Kanan gave a slightly strained smile, "I'm sure. Now go save the day, Captain Syndulla." 

Hera left to join the rest of the crew, leaving Kanan to stand there a moment longer.

"I'll be in my room," Kanan said to no one in particular, then, with his hand outstretched, made his way out the living room, swearing as he bumped into the table on the way out.

Half an hour later, Chopper stoped by Kanan's room with fresh bandages and found him gingerly pressing a cool cloth to his hip.

"Stupid table, you'd think I'd have memorized where it is by now... Chopper, is that you?"

Chopper grunted an acknowledgment and gave Kanan the fresh bandages. Kanan hesitated only briefly, then took a deep breath and pressed the release button attached to the wrappings already over his eyes. They fell away, and Kanan gave a small gasp as cold air touched the tender skin. After a few deep breaths, he began attaching the fresh bandages. 

"Thanks, Chop," Kanan said when he was finished, "I could use some pain killers right about now." 

Chopper grunted, shaking his head. The meds were in a cabinet Chopper couldn't reach.

"Fine, I'll get it myself. Take care of these, will ya?" Chopper waved his arms in protest as Kanen tossed the used bandages onto his head. To Chopper’s annoyance they slid over his eyes, blocking his view, and he promptly slammed into the doorway on his way out. He grunted in annoyance at the same time he heard a thud and Kanan curse. Chopper pulled the bandages off his face in time to see Kanan try to kick the offending wall but miss. Kanan swore again, shaking his fist in frustration, then angrily felt his way back towards Chopper then outside.

"I need some fresh air," Kanan said when Chopper grunted after him, "No, don’t come with me. Yes, I know what Hera said. I'm not going far, just outside."

Chopper watched carefully as Kanan made his way outside, walked a little ways from the ship, sit down cross-legged and begin meditating. Once satisfied that Kanan wasn't going anywhere, Chopper looked around for something to do. His eyes landed on the used bandages he'd left on the floor.

"You want me to cover my eyes and intentionally bump into things?" AP-5 asked after Chopper finished explaining his plan. 

Chopper grunted affirmatively. 

"That's absurd. Why do I have to? Why don't you?"

Chopper whirred in exasperation.

"Yes, yes, you're too short to get an accurate sense of what objects you're blind friend is most likely to find problematic. *Sigh* I suppose since it's for a good cause, I'll subject myself to your well-meant ludicrously. But if I'm damaged in the process, you had better fix me. No, I am not already brain-damaged, you lump of worthless metal!"

Chopper spent the rest of the evening pushing a blindfolded AP-5 into various objects (yes, it was as much fun as it sounds), then sawing off the sharp corners or taping padding onto rough edges. 

"Well, now it looks like a Rancor ran through your ship, and you tried to tape it back together."

Chopper gave AP-5 a zap, "Ow! But you did achieve your main objective. Can I go now? My joint absorbers are shot from being pushed into furniture all evening."

Chopper grunted his permission then went back inside to wait for Kanan. 

The moment Kanan walked in the door, Chopper sprang into action. 

Kanan stumbled forward, "Whoa! Chopper! What are you doing?!" Chopper had gotten behind Kanan and was pushing him ahead. "Chopper, stop it! Oof!" 

Kanan thudded against the corner of the table, "What has gotten into you?!" He shouted, far more furious than Chopper expected him to be. "What's your problem?! Why in the dank ferric would you push me into the... table?" Kanan's anger was replaced with confusion, "That should've really hurt..." 

He reached down and felt around the edge of the table, his fingers finding a bundle of cloth tapped to the corner.

"Did you... You padded the table for me?"

Chopper grunted a response, very proud of himself.

"Not just the table, huh? The entire Ghost? No. No, I don't need you to push me into the rest of the furniture. But honestly, thank you, Chopper."

Chopper watched in satisfaction as Kanan made his way around the Ghost running his hands along the edge of the counter, the corner of the wall, and everything else, feeling the hodgepodge of paddings the little astromech had installed for him.  

#star wars #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #chopper #rebels #star wars rebels #fluff fic #fan fic #blind #AP-5

[calebdumes]

another prompt request for @opalknight! This one was: “things you said when you met my parents” and hopefully this time, tumblr wont break after I post it! 

If you have a kanera prompt, feel free to send it my way! 

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla

rating: g

word count: 1,049

~

Kanan made a sleepy noise low in his throat and pulled Hera in close as she got back under the sheets. His warm arms wrapped around her body, his forehead resting on her chest. She smiled, running her fingers through the loose strands of his hair.

“Who was that?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Fulcurm.” Hera said slotting one of her legs in between his. “She’s got a job for us.”

“What kind?”

“A team up.” Kanan hummed lightly, his eyelashes tickling her skin. “With Free Ryloth.”

“Ugh.” He rolled away from her, settling on his back. Hera pushed herself up onto her elbow.

“What’s wrong with Free Ryloth.” She questioned, knowing exactly what was wrong with Free Ryloth.

“It’s nothing.”

“Sure doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Kanan sighed and turned his teal eyes on her, still puffy with sleep. “It’s not Free Ryloth, it’s your father.”

Hera chuckled. “That sounds like something I would say. I thought you loved my father?” she poked him in the chest. “What was it you said when you first met him? ‘General Syndulla I could listen to your stories all day’.” Hera teased, pitching her voice low in a poor attempt of mocking Kanan’s deep outer rim draw. “You were seconds away from worshiping the ground he walked on, even after he tried to double cross us. It was all General Syndulla this, General Syndulla that. You were so turned around by him; you got everyone’s name wrong!”

“Alright, alright.” Kanan pulled her down so that her head was resting on his chest. “So I was a little star stuck but he was a big deal during the Clone Wars.”

“Trust me, I know.” She grumbled, fisting a handful of white his shirt in her grip. Hera was more than acutely aware of her father’s importance in the war effort. She was the one he left behind to fight in it. She blinked away the thought. “So what changed?”

Kanan ran a hand absently down a lekku making Hera shiver. “I don’t know.” He sighed. “There’s a thing I heard once about meeting your heroes. They say not to do it.”

That, Hera could understand. She thought back to Senator Trayvis, the excitement and sheer hope on Ezra’s face at finally having a powerful ally in their fight, only to watch it all crumble down around him when he learned the truth. It was a crushing thing to witness and part of her found it difficult to accept that had happened with Kanan over her father.

A sudden thought stuck her.

“Kanan?” She asked, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about your parents?” She sat up, the sheets bunching around her waist. Kanan’s brows pinched together.

“My parents?”

“Yeah.” Hera nodded.

Kanan was quiet for a moment, a frown on his handsome face, before he pushed himself up to rest against the bulkhead. “I never knew my parents.”

Hera blinked in surprise. “Never?”

Kanan shook his head. “No, I was taken from my home world to the Temple after birth or I was born on Coruscant, I don’t really know.”

“You don’t know where you were born?”

“I mean, not really?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I could have looked it up when I was younger, in the Temple Archives but that’s kind of impossible now.”

“Does it bother you? Not knowing who your people are? Where you came from?” she picked at the sheet. She couldn’t imagine not knowing her mother, not having her wisdom in her life. Her culture had shaped her, made her into the woman she was today. It was as much a part of her as the rebellion was. To not have that thread to connect her to the ground, she would be afraid she’d float away.

“The Jedi were my people.” He replied. “And in a strange sort of way, they were my family.”

“But even when you were older, they never told you about your parents?”

Kanan shrugged. “They could have, if I asked. But I never did. I didn’t see the need. I had my master.”

“You’re master?” Hera whispered feeling the fragile structure of the conversation. It was rare for Kanan to be so open about his past. Even now with Ezra as his student, he tended to keep these details close to his chest, sharing only his knowledge and hardly ever speaking on his childhood or what it was like to grow up with the Jedi. She was afraid one wrong question would shatter the moment but so hopelessly intrigued.

A tender smile had taken over Kanan’s face, his eyes distant and fond. “Depa Billaba. She was the best. Probably the closest thing I had to a mother, if you could call it that. Things were different in the Order.”

“I wish I could have met her.”

He looked at her with bright eyes. “Me too.”

Hera pushed herself onto her knees, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. “I love you.” She whispered.

Kanan’s palm cupped her face. “I love you too.” He pulled her into a deeper kiss, heat pooling deep in her belly. She straddled his waist, her hips rolling against his.

A loud knock echoed sharply in her cabin.

“Hera!” Ezra called through the thick metal. “The caf dispenser isn’t working and I can’t find Kanan. Ow! Chopper stop it!”

Kanan groaned and let his head fall on to her shoulder. Hera couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess we’ll have to pick this up later.” She kissed his forehead.

“Maybe we can send the kids on the mission by themselves. We could stay behind,” he ran his hands down her sides. “Find something to do with all that quiet time.”

“Chopper! Get back here you useless scrap pile!”

“Yeah, I don’t think that will go over well dear.” She rolled off of him, pulling on his arm. “C’mon. I’ve got a broken caf dispenser to fix and you have a padawan to rescue.”

“Just another day in paradise.” He entwined their fingers as Hera hit the door control. She smiled, giving their joined hands a squeeze. Kanan might not have known his family as a child but she was happy that he had found one with her.

#opalknight #kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #star wars: rebels #look at me write #shleby writes #i need a writing tag for them #you could always see me

[mystical-salamander]

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:

Getting stranded on a desert planet isn’t ideal when your partner has fur.

... 

It was kriffing hot.

The thought repeated itself in Kallus' head for the millionth time. The former agent growled to himself as he stared into the endless golden landscape.

He sighed and looked over at the unconscious Lasat next to him. The rapid and shallow breathing Zeb produced made Kallus' insides twist horribly. The former agent leaned over to grab his jacket and fanned at the Lasat's sweltering body.

Still no change, Kallus frowned. It's still so kriffing hot. He groaned as he removed his shirt and thought back to the day's events.

…

Crashing onto the desert planet was part of an unfortunate and unforeseen plan that neither Zeb or he had. It just so happened that the escape pod they took had lost control after a TIE-fighter got a lucky shot in. The pod had spun into the range of the nearby planet and was forcibly dragged into its gravity.

Thankfully neither of them had gotten heavily injured in the crash, escaping with only minor scrapes and bruises. The pod was unsalvageable, however, exploding seconds after the pair managed to get out of the craft.

After gathering their bearings, the first thing they immediately noticed was how uninhabitable the place was. Sand covered the land as far as their eyes could see and no other lifeforms were visible.

The next thing they noticed was the high temperature. They both groaned as they began to remove the unneeded layers of clothing to fend off the heat. 

Kallus removed his jacket, tying it around his waist to keep his hands free to adjust the frequency on their transponder. "Must we always get stranded together somewhere?"

Zeb zipped opened his jumpsuit and rolled it down to his waist. The Lasat grinned, "Kal, if this keeps up," a sparkle in his eyes illuminated his excitement despite their predicament, "maybe we'll get a beach planet next time!"

The ex-agent rolled his eyes, "I don't want to get stuck anywhere, Zeb." 

He covered his face with one hand as he tried to stop a smile, "But… I wouldn't mind a beach planet."

Zeb hugged Kallus, "Aw, ya love me." 

The ex-agent almost let out an undignified yelp as he felt warm and damp fur press against him. "Zeb! Let go of me!"

Lasats ran warmer than humans– that was a fact that Kallus quickly learned during his experience on Bahryn. Zeb's fur had kept the Lasat relatively warm on the ice moon. And while Yavin IV was a sweltering jungle planet, there was at least water and the air conditioning to ease off the heat.

Unfortunately this small planet had neither of those and Kallus wasn't planning on testing Zeb's limits.

Once the Lasat reluctantly released the former agent, they searched around for any cover from the sun. Kallus pointed off into the distance, "Those large rocks should provide shade." They were too far in the ex-agent's opinion, but it was the only choice they had.

Zeb squinted and faintly nodded, "Y-yeah. Okay." He gave a wavering smile, "Let's go."

They trekked through the sand, stumbling through giant sand dunes under the merciless sun. Kallus worriedly glanced over to his partner periodically as he worked on the transponder. 

Sweat glistened from Zeb's body and harsh heavy pants filled the ex-agent's ears. He paused his work and untied the jacket from his waist, offering it to his partner. Zeb automatically took the material in his hands. He stared at the jacket for a few seconds before he gave Kallus a confused look.

The former agent stifled a laugh, "Hold it over your head, so you're covering yourself from the sun."

"Oh." 

An ear twitched, "What about you?"

"I'll be fine, Zeb. We shouldn't be long before we make it to the large rocks," Kallus then shifted, somehow turning redder despite his already flushed skin. He avoided Zeb's gaze, "And I'm worried about you since you're one with a body full of fur."

Said fur ruffled as Kallus' concern made Zeb's heart fluttered. He tried to hide it with a good-natured grumble as he lifted the jacket over his head, "If you say so, ya sap."

They fell in comfortable silence; as comfortable they could get with the horrid heat.

The sun was at its highest peak when Kallus heard a soft thump behind him. The former agent whipped around, and nearly threw their only connection to the Ghost into the endless desert.

"Zeb!" 

Kallus quickly ran up and removed the jacket that obscured part of the Lasat's face. He shook his partner and felt the searing heat coming off the Lasat in waves.

"Zeb!"

The Lasat didn't respond. 

No! Nonono. They were so close!

"Zeb! Zeb! Wake up!"

Kallus tucked the transponder into his jacket pocket and once again tied the material around his waist. He grabbed a hold on Zeb and began to drag the Lasat the rest of the way.

The blazing heat that emanated from Zeb almost made the ex-agent release the Lasat a few times, but he grit his teeth and continued to push on. Sweat dripped steadily off Kallus' face, the liquid making his clothes uncomfortably stick to his body. 

His vision swam from the scorching heat that bore down on the barren land. He gasped for air, the warmth of it nearly made Kallus vomit.

Suddenly he felt the air moderately cool, Kallus glanced around and let out a relieved sigh. He made it to the rocks– the shade. Without a moment to lose, he pulled Zeb fully into the fresh shadows laying him down carefully, "Zeb! Dear!" 

Kallus cupped the Lasat's face, "We made it! Wake up." 

His heart began to sink the longer he went without a response. Kallus frantically searched for Zeb's pulse, he let out a shaky exhale when he felt the faint heartbeat thumping against his fingers.

Kallus hastily untied his jacket, threw the transponder off to the side, and messily folded the clothing to fan the Lasat to try to cool him down. "Please! Zeb, wake up!" 

He shouldn't be wasting his energy on crying, but Kallus couldn't stop his tears from running down his face. He buried his face into Zeb's soft fur, hissing as the heat the unconscious body exuded was unbearable to the human, How bad was it for Zeb?

After what felt like hours, Kallus forced himself to release his grasp on Zeb. He looked down in the sand to see the transponder laying forgotten. The ex-agent sighed and dragged himself to the machine to correct its frequency. 

It was kriffing hot.

… 

The sun was setting when the human was woken up by the sound of a ship. Kallus shot up, ran out of the shade, and saw the welcoming sight of the Ghost.  Kallus let out a hysterical laugh as he waved his arms to alert the Spectres of their location.

He clumsily ran up to Hera and Kanan, the Jedi caught him before his knees collapsed from under him. His sunburnt skin screamed with the touch, but Kallus ignored the pain.

The ex-agent's fingers gripped onto the blind Jedi's arm, "Zeb– He needs help!"

The fear in the Spectres' eyes made Kallus shiver, Kanan passed the former agent over to Hera before he ran towards the rocks where Zeb lay.

Hera led Kallus to the Ghost, "N-no. I need to help Kanan– help Zeb!"

The Twi'lek kept her tight hold on the thrashing human, "Kallus you're not doing any better yourself. You're not going to be much help." 

He knew that but… but… 

Hera cut through his unfinished thoughts, "Don't worry, you've done the best you can. We'll do the rest of the hard work, you just focus on getting better."

When they entered the ship, Hera's commanding voice echoed throughout the durasteel walls. 

"Rex! We need you outside!"

Hera led Kallus to the medbay, "Ezra! Sabine! I'm going to need ice packs– or anything that'll cool down a body!"

She sat down Kallus on the cot before turning to the orange droid who had followed the Twi'lek once she had entered the Ghost. "Chop, keep an eye on Kallus. Don't let him leave medical. I'm going to help Kanan and Rex with Zeb."

Chopper saluted, before turning to the ex-agent and producing his electro-shock prod. He tried to goad Kallus into leaving the room, promising not to shock the human if he got up from the bed.

Kallus might have been exhausted, but he wasn't stupid, after all it only took two shocks before he realized that the droid was messing with him.

"Traitor."

 …

 After hours of laying in the Ghost covered head-to-toe in ice packs and wet towels, Kallus could finally say with finality that he was currently freezing.

He still wasn't allowed to leave the room– or get up for that matter– not until Hera gave the okay. Which was why Chopper was put in charge of guarding the medbay; his threatening whirring and chatter kept Kallus from getting out of the cot.

He sighed, his eyes growing heavy for a second before a groan from beside him made Kallus shoot up. The materials on him crashing onto the floor as he got onto his feet.

Angry beeping filled the room as Chopper chastised Kallus for getting up. The ex-agent ignored the racket, "Chopper! Go get Hera! Zeb's waking up!'

The grumpy droid beeped in confirmation before speeding away. Kallus turned to the Lasat in the cot next to him, watching as Zeb's emerald green eyes slowly fluttered open. The sight made Kallus cup his love's face and begin to pepper small kisses all over. 

A purr rumbled throughout Zeb's chest, "Kal?"

"Thank the Stars you're okay! My Zeb, I was so worried."

Zeb cupped the human's face with one hand and wiped away any stray tears. He gave his love a weak smile, "I'm fine, Kal. Sorry for scaring ya."

"No, no. It's not your fault," the ex-agent lay his hand on Zeb's, caressing the soft fur there. He moved the hand to his lips, giving the palm a tender kiss.

"You know," Zeb dryly swallowed at the sight, his ears twitched as he tried to compose himself. "I'm still holding out hope for that beach planet, Kal."

Kallus gave a breathless laugh, "Maybe once you've recovered, we'll go on our own terms."

The Lasat's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Anything for you, my dear." Kallus pressed one last kiss to Zeb's hand before the eleated voices of the Spectres rushing over the medbay reached his ears. Kallus tightened his hold on Zeb's hand; the Lasat returned the gesture, a smile gracing his features, "I can't wait."

#star wars #star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #kalluzeb #kalluzeb appreciation week #KAW2021 #salamander writes #i wasnt planning on making anything for this week #but inspiration hit me after i remembered i had this already in my wips

[tarisilmarwen]

fav sabezra moments???

HOO BOY you've opened the floodgates now, lol.

I've already talked about some of my favorite moments when I did my Top Twenty OTPs post series (and boy, I am still not over just how quickly Sabezra climbed its way up the list and shoved a bunch of other entries down, lol) but I might as well talk about them again because shut up I love them and you can't stop me.

I love basically... all their interactions in the finale.  It's really hard to narrow it down to just one moment because they're all SO SO GOOD but the top highlights are:

Their brief conversation in the gunship before the mission.  Because Sabine is so ATTUNED to him and sensitive to what he's feeling and thinking and she can tell that he is abnormally Distressed about this mission and for a split second you can see him really struggling with whether or not to tell her.  Before he basically lays out that he has the utmost faith and trust in her.  Trust that is put to the test when...

Ezra sneaks away and Sabine covers for him.  The looks on their faces are heart-wrenching ugh don't touch me.  Him silently begging her to let him do what he needs to do.  Her agonizing, visually pleading with him for a moment not to do it before she accepts that he has to, and her small nod of understanding.  ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME.

Their adorable banter over the comms.  "Well, you could have told the rest of us."  "I wanted it to be a surprise!"  EZRA YOU CHEEKY LITTLE SHIT.

(Also of note: Sabine begging Ezra to get off the ship before it goes to hyperspace and him saying his final goodbye mostly to her JUST STAB ME IT WOULD HURT LESS.)

And I'd be remiss without mentioning her staying on Lothal for seven years, living in his tower, with her hair cropped short like his, her armor covered in tributes to him, affectionately poking the cheek of her painted mural of him before leaving with Ahsoka to go bring him home.

HHHHHNNNNNNGGGH I loved them before and the whole finale just took it over the top spilling out and drowning me with feels.

Aside from the finale I also really love:

This bit from the end of "Heroes of Mandalore".

THIS LOOK.

MY GOSH IT IS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND WARM AND DAMMIT YOU TWO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE YOU ARE YOUR WHOLE WORLDS?!

Ridiculously unfair.

The whole canyon chase in "Imperial Supercommandoes".

This is basically what made me ship it because I took one look at them tag-teaming in the S3 previews from this episode and my brain went "Battle Couple!" and I was a goner.  You could not dig me out of the pit after this, lol.

Some other favorite moments:

Counselor!Ezra from "Trials of the Darksaber".

They have a lot of really great interaction in this episode but this soft conversation between them after Sabine has yelled at Kanan in frustration and stormed off is just so understated and sweet.  Ezra comes up to her like he always does when a member of the crew is upset—because he's an empath and an encourager and he worries about her in particular—and sympathizes with her about Kanan being kind of a hardass teacher.

Sabine is still stuck mentally in her self-pitying guilt spiral, though, railing about how no one understands and she doesn't want to talk about it.  (Which uh, Sabine, how do you expect anyone to understand what you're feeling if you won't tell them?)  It's clear from Ezra's expressions that he does understand, but he respects her wish not to talk about it and leaves her be.  The parallels to Season One, when Sabine was urging Ezra to talk to Tseebo to reconcile his unresolved family situation, are just delicious.

Speaking of though...

"Happy Birthday, Ezra Bridger."

Cripes these two kill me.  She didn't have to go rooting through the disc and she didn't have to clean up the picture of his parents for him but it was his birthday dammit and he'd had a horrible day and she'd spent two episodes worrying over him and caring about him and arguing for him to find closure about his parents so she was going to give him a present to cheer him up and hhngngnnn the lighting is so warm and her expression is so soft and it's just a breath of balming peaceful relief after the day's harrowing events.

Stealing the TIE Defender and the wolf ride in "Flight of the Defender".

Their banter in this episode is hilarious.  "Well, Ezra, you've certainly got their attention."/"I'M GLAD THIS IS WORKING FOR YOU!" kills me with giggles every time.  And then Ezra is just so Worried and Concerned about Sabine when the wolf shows up and so careful with her when he takes her down off it at the end of their ride aaaah.

Ezra throwing her his lightsaber in "Legacy of Mandalore".

This boy and his utter trust in her, ungh.  He posed objections to having to give up his lightsaber earlier and yet when Sabine is weaponless and trying to protect her mother he doesn't even hesitate.

Some honorable mentions:

Ezra sacrificing himself for her in "Always Two There Are".

Sabine choosing to go back with him to Atollon in "Zero Hour".  (Bonus points for convincing her mom to send reinforcements with them because if Ezra says they can do it, they can.)

The ridiculous amount of hand-holding (well, catching each other by the hand) in "Heroes of Mandalore" and "In The Name Of The Rebellion".

Their awkward undercover "date" in "The Occupation", specifically when Sabine softly grabs Ezra's wrist to pull him away before he does something rash to the Imperials.

"Are you with Sabine?"  "Yeah I'm with her!"  [mental backtrack]  "I'm mean!—I'm not with her with her, I'm just friends.  With her."

Their absolute faith in each other in "World Between Worlds".  ("Sabine will know."/"He's on his way.")

Ezra's petty jealousy at Lando in "Idiot's Array".

Pretty much any time she puts her hand on his shoulder but particularly the moment in "A Fool's Hope".

Aaaaand that's as good a place as any to end my very extensive (but by no means exhaustive!) list.

I just love them so much.

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A Rose Upon a Thorn (Chapter 3 Teaser)

"Why do you wear a blindfold?"

Chirrut chuckled quietly at the child's question. Despite everything the little one had been through, despite being kidnapped and tortured, he was still just a boy, and little boys tended to be curious about such things.

"Ezra!" the older child scolded him. "You can't just ask people things like that!"

"But how else am I gonna find out if I don't ask? I wanna know!" he insisted petulantly.

"The child is right, you know," Chirrut told Ezra's self-appointed guardian, Sabine. "Knowledge must be sought."

"But...it's rude, isn't it?" Sabine asked, her voice uncertain. "You'll have to excuse him. He's only six."

"No need for excuses, young ones. The answer is simple enough. I wear a blindfold because I have no eyes. The sight of such a blank face tends to unnerve most people."

The blind warrior smiled knowingly into the ensuing silence, waiting for the moment when Ezra finally broke it with a quickly muttered, "Can I see?"

"Ezra!"

Chirrut just laughed in response, offering no admonishment as he untied the blindfold, allowing the strip of cloth to fall into his lap. He was no more surprised when he felt small fingers reach out to press against the bare stretch of skin where eyes would be in a human. It was one of his stranger Fey characteristics, not having eyes. The one that tended to raise more questions than he typically cared to answer. So he didn't. But he didn't mind answering them for the little boy. His questions were asked out of curiosity, a true desire to know; not out of fear or ignorance.

"But...how do you see? How do you look to walk around?" Ezra asked him, sounding almost worried.

"I cannot see. I have no eyes, after all. I never have. This is the way I was born. But there are senses other than sight, Ezra," he said, reaching out to lay a hand on the boy's shoulder. "After all, how did I 'see' to know where your shoulder was?"

"How?"

Laying his staff to the side on his cot, he tapped at his ear, then at Ezra's. "I can hear you. That tells me more than you might think. Perhaps you ought to give it a try."

"How?" the boy asked again.

Picking up his blindfold and tying it carefully around Ezra's own eyes, he slowly spun the boy about. "All right, Ezra, I want you to listen carefully, then walk toward the first sound you hear."

"O- okay."

Ezra stood still for several moments, the infirmary almost eerily silent, neither of its other two occupants making any noise. Hera had set Bodhi the task of minding the two children while she found food for all of them, and he was taking to the task with gusto. But for now, it seemed that both he and Sabine wanted to see what Ezra might do.

The sound in question wound up being Hera as she entered the room, the sound of a basket bumping against her leg indicating to Chirrut that she'd been successful in her quest, and the sound of Chopper’s caw at her shoulder telling that the bird had already taken his dues.

"Breakfast!" she called out. Ezra immediately started moving toward her. "Oh? What's this?" she asked with a light laugh as the little boy fumbled his way over to her.

"Bit of an impromptu lesson," Chirrut answered with a chuckle of his own. He heard Ezra half crash into the woman, arms quickly wrapping around her legs to keep himself from falling. Hera laughed as she removed the blindfold.

"And was the lesson a success?" she asked.

"I found you!" Ezra declared, pleased with himself.

"Rousing success, I would say."

"Think you could do me a favor and take Chirrut his breakfast?" Hera asked the little boy, who agreed enthusiastically. In another few moments, Chirrut found his blindfold being laid back in his lap, along with the scent of fresh bread and a hint of apple filling his nose. This was followed by the feel of a warm loaf being pressed into his hands and an apple being laid beside the blindfold.

"Do you understand, little one?"

"Ah fink so," the six-year-old answered through a mouthful of apple. "You can see stuff wiff fings 'sides yo' eyes."

"Something like that, yes," the blind warrior said before biting into the fresh-baked loaf of bread. In truth, his own senses were a bit more complex than that, but it was a good starting point to learn from. And he could tell that the boy had a long ways yet to go.

"Well, that's Chirrut all over. A lesson before breakfast, lunch, and dinner," Hera said as she carried the basket over to Sabine and Bodhi.

"Miss Hera?" the girl started to ask. "Is there anything I can help with?"

"You don't need to help at all, Sabine. You'll be here until your wounds heal a little better. I just want you to focus on healing right now."

"But I- I should be earning our keep...shouldn't I?"

"I promise you, dear heart, you don't need to worry about a thing. If you end up staying with us, things like that can come later. But for now, you and Ezra are our guests. We'll take care of you until you're feeling better."

"Oh. I...okay."

"But if you'd like something to keep yourself occupied in the meantime, I can give you that."

"Yeah?" Sabine asked, immediately perking up.

"I'm sure Bodhi's worn out from this latest round of healing. He can only do so much at once, after all. We have an audience with Prince Orrelios later today and I'm sure he'd like to freshen up a bit. You can help him rebraid his hair if you'd like."

Chirrut felt excitement radiating off of the girl like rays of sunshine. Turning to Bodhi for permission, she asked him, "C- can I?"

"Of course, little one," the young man agreed with a warm laugh of his own. It wasn't long before Chirrut heard the sound of a brush being run through Bodhi's long hair.

"So how are you holding up, old owl?" Hera asked as she came to sit beside him on his cot, beginning to munch on an apple herself.

"Just fine, really. I know the healers wanted to keep me here another day to be certain, but I truly don't think it will be necessary. The wound seems to have mostly healed."

"And that of itself is something worth noting. You- really ought to be dead now," she said, voice heavy with both exhaustion and relief.

"That is what people keep telling me, and yet they always seem to be wrong."

"And you've honestly never been hit with cold iron before?"

"Never," he said, voice dropping lower to avoid rousing the interest of the other three, hoping to leave them to their own devices. A sense of peace pervaded the three that he knew couldn't last forever and he wanted them to have as much time as they could. "But I've no more answer to offer than anyone else. I have experienced my fair share of oddities in my time, but this is something entirely new to me."

It didn't bode well, he knew. Not that he wasn't pleased to still be drawing breath or anything of that nature. It was just- a power like this...he had never known its like before. The fact that he had been killed, but still lived...it spoke to something off in the very dimensions of reality itself. It was a danger, both to himself and to everyone he cared for, but as of this moment, he had no help for it. He would just have to wait.

"In the meantime, though," he continued, a different sort of warning sparking at the edges of his awareness, "I believe someone who is actually in need of a healer's aid is on the approach."

"Hmm?" Hera started, shifting to look toward the entrance to the infirmary. Almost immediately, Zeb's heavy footfalls entered the space, along with the whisper of booted feet being dragged over stone. Hera was quickly back on her feet. "My Gods, what happened?"

"Nothing," Kanan's weakened voice answered. "I just- couldn't quite make it all the way back on my own. Zeb helped me out."

Hera groaned in frustration. "You know, I told you not to go down there for a reason. I hope what you learned was worth risking your health over."

"That remains to be seen," Baze's voice joined in, and while Zeb helped Kanan over to a cot, Chirrut's husband came to sit beside him on his.

"What did you learn, then?" Chirrut asked him, breaking off a hunk of his loaf and passing it to the larger man.

"Lady Orrelios knows the man. He's under some kind of geas of the Fey king's, so we won't get anything from him. She's going to try and work through it, but it will take time. Also seems that Zeb's young man is among the faeries."

"Ah. The Alexsandr we've heard so much about."

"The same. The story just keeps getting more and more complicated."

"And will continue to do so, I have little doubt. You can tell me all about it later. For now, I would like to enjoy my breakfast in relative peace."

"You are all right?" his husband asked in his typical gruff voice, but the tone was undercut by the gentle hand he rested on his knee.

"Perfectly fine. I simply feel that...we are very near an edge. I couldn't say what, but...it seems to me we ought to take moments like this where we may," he said, smiling faintly as he listened to Hera fuss over Kanan and Zeb, listened to Ezra begin to ask the green knight about his trick with the trees, and listened to Sabine and Bodhi laugh together as she braided his hair, talking about finding feathers and beads to add in.

It was a tender moment. Close as they all were, it was the sort of thing that happened rarely in their lives, so the blind warrior sat basking in it, with the taste of warm food in his mouth and laughter in the air and his love by his side.

They would all need this later.

The ongoing story’s available right here.

This is just a preview of the third chapter, which will be out next week, but is available right now on my Patreon, if you’d like to check that out.

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Ranking Rebels: Episodes 20-11

It’s been several months now since Star Wars Rebels concluded and we learned the fates and futures of the surrogate family that lived in the halls of The Ghost. Rebellions were sparked. Sacrifices were made. There was a lot of critical theory about art. Fruit was stolen. Droids sang. Pufferpigs puffed. It made for a beautiful, if not always perfect, four year story that will become a cherished part of the Star Wars mythology.

With a new animated series on the horizon, what better time to take a look back at Rebels history. Not all episodes were created equal. For every, “World Between Worlds” there is a “Blood Sisters.” Just as I did for The Clone Wars, I plan to rank every episode of Star Wars Rebels from worst to best. As always, feedback and discussion is appreciated!

Previous Installments: 66-61, 60-51, 50-41, 40-31, 30-21

20. Flight of the Defender

Season four of Rebels saw the series at its most serialized and nowhere is this more evident than in “Flight of the Defender.” Rather than telling a self-contained narrative or theme, “Flight of the Defender” organically continues the plot threads building in previous episodes and forwards them while also introducing new key points such as the Lothwolves. It may not reach the creative heights of some of the series’ best but in terms of efficient storytelling, it may be some of the best work that the crew produced. The sound work by David Acord’s team is also stellar here with an incredible chase sequence that unfolds throughout the episode’s second act that its elevated greatly by its aural landscape.

19. Visions and Voices

Even more so than “Twin Suns,” “Visions and Voices” feels like a culmination of Maul’s character in both The Clone Wars and Star Wars Rebels. His strange brotherly affection for Ezra leads to a connection that he hopes will lead to a direction in his now aimless life. In the process, he takes the young man to his dying home world of Dathomir. It connects all eras of the former Sith Lord’s life for a suitably creepy installment that not only furthers Ezra and Maul’s dynamic but also revives lingering lore elements from The Clone Wars.  

18. A Call to Action

Even given the dramatic events of “Gathering Forces” much of Rebels still felt like it was playing in a safer playground than most Star Wars media. It was easy to see that the show targeted a younger audience with a sense of buoyant galactic adventure, and it had begun to do this well. However, Rebels, like most smart stories, knows the dangers of letting an audience feel safe, and “A Call to Action” smartly upends the first season’s status quo. Tarkin’s arrival signifies a danger that the Ghost Crew are not prepared for and brings with it deadly consequences for both Imperial and rebel alike. It culminates in a brilliantly tense standoff that leaves viewers waiting with baited breath for the closing of the season.

17. An Inside Man

While many viewers suspected that Kallus was the latest iteration of the Fulcrum moniker early into the third season, there is still a joyous irony in seeing Kanan and Ezra learn this truth. Watching Kallus switch from loyalist to dissenter makes for a fun character arc and smartly switches the relationship that the team holds with the Empire itself. Having this revelation occur in a tense undercover mission in the bowels of Thrawn’s Lothal factory makes for a quick moving and suspenseful episode. While it is far from the most consequential death the series would face, Thrawn’s murdering of Sumar marks a clear tonal shift in the competency and brutality of the Imperial military. Like Tarkin before him, Thrawn signifies a more calculated and less forgiving adversary and this would only grow as the series progressed.

16. Legacy of Mandalore

While it certainly could have used a bit more breathing room to fully come into its own, the long awaited reveal of Sabine’s family doesn’t disappoint. Following the emotional catharsis of “Trials of the Darksaber,” viewers knew going in that this would make for a tense family reunion. Writer Christopher Yost crafts a story that smartly pits Sabine’s loyalty to her family and them to her against the greater cultural and political rulings that have shaped their lives. It’s a rich storytelling landscape that feels fit to burst in a twenty two minute runtime. Even still, the final battle between Gar Saxon and his commandos against Clan Wren is a brilliantly staged set piece and Sabine’s lightsaber duel atop a frozen lake is even stronger.

15. Heroes of Mandalore

“Heroes of Mandalore” is a strange installment in that it almost feels like it belongs moreso as an epilogue to the series’ third season than a premiere of its fourth. Its plot is mostly self-contained and separate from much of the themes and arcs that would propel Rebels into its finale. That being said, taken on its own, “Heroes of Mandalore” works as a self-contained mini-movie that concludes Sabine’s long running character arc while also furthering the lore of the planet at its center. In the process, writers Henry Gilroy, Steven Melching, and Christopher Yost craft a story of planetary revolt, when to cede/take responsibility, and the importance of culture and the dangers of weaponizing it, into a sprawling and emotional forty four minute epic.

14. Kindred

On a basic level most fans will remember “Kindred” as the episode in which Kanan and Hera finally, finally, finally kiss. This moment, wonderfully voice acted by Freddie Prinze Jr and Vanessa Marshall is a tragic instance of emotional payoff that rewards fans for four years of patience. It feels melancholy, even at the time where Kanan’s ultimate fate was not yet known, but there’s a tenderness to it that carries through “Kindred” as a whole. Even with the wolves, the killer Noghri, and one of the most badass hyperspace jumps this side of Amilyn Holdo, “Kindred” is concerned with this found family of freedom fighters and just how they have come to trust and support one another, and that is what really makes this show special.

13. Zero Hour

After a full season of planning and plotting, Grand Admiral Thrawn finally conducts his masterstroke in “Zero Hour.” What follows is a tense, hour long fight for survival as Thrawn’s forces bare down on the scattered and outgunned rebel forces. Filled with great action, heroic sacrifices, and an ominous and deadly turn by Tom Baker’s Bendu, “Zero Hour” is an explosive finale to a season that ran the gamut in both quality and subject matter. While no major characters outside of Admiral Sato would fall, director Justin Ridge carries a feeling throughout that any character may fall to the pounding of turbolasers and the advancement of Imperial forces. While it may be the weakest of Rebels’ season cappers in how it lacks some of the hard hitting emotional moments or surprises that made those installments classic, “Zero Hour” still makes for a thrilling hour of television and a rewarding payoff for episodes of teasing.

12. A Fool’s Hope

With just one episode to follow it, “A Fool’s Hope” feels climactic from its first frame. Writers Henry Gilroy and Stephen Melching stage the entire twenty two minute run time like one long final stand against an encroaching Imperial army. The result can’t help but feel tense and directors Dave Filoni and Saul Ruiz play off this with an expertly employed digital camera that sweeps in and out of battle and shootouts. It creates a brilliant sense of scale and geography and makes for the best directed action of the series. Even if the plot surrounding this moment can’t help but feel a little predictable in comparison, it is in these explosive moments of heroism and sacrifice that “A Fool’s Hope” excels.

11. Shroud of Darkness

After several episodes of absence, Ahsoka Tano returns to Ezra and Kanan with the intent of finally doing some “Jedi business.” The three return to the temple on Lothal where each former and current apprentice is given a guiding vision toward their future. Ezra discusses just how to fight back against the oppression of the Sith with a projection of Yoda. Kanan faces down a former adversary and in the process gains his knighthood. And Ahsoka, poor Ahsoka, gets closer to learning a secret that threatens to tear her apart. Director Saul Ruiz does a strong job of grounding an episode that takes place almost entirely in a dreamlike plane, and in the process allows the character at its center to learn and grow. The results are great mix of ominous and rewarding and begin to lay the seeds for what would be an unforgettable finale.

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Summary:  "Is he… meditating? Isn't he heavy?" Sabine questioned, leaning up against the doorway and crossing her arms, looking down on Kanan and Ezra. She'd probably been right before- Jedi training must have always been this weird to watch as an outsider, if strange things like this were any kind of example.

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Inspired by this post. It was so cute I had to write it????

“Kanan? Are you sure this is a Jedi training thing, or are you just trying to mess with me?”

Ezra’s haughty voice echoed across the hall and through Sabine’s open door, and Sabine herself could only roll her eyes as if on instinct. In her mind she could almost picture Ezra’s folded arms and stubborn expression that usually accompanied that particular tone; man that kid loved to complain sometimes.

She would have closed her door to shut out the annoying distraction, but her latest wall mural was still half-finished and the paint fumes had been building up to an uncomfortable level in the small confines of her room. If it was a choice between Ezra and passing out from fume overexposure again, she sadly had to go with the first, although it was a close call.

“No Ezra, it’s not a trick.” Sabine snorted as she imagined Kanan pinching at his temple in frustration. “My master and I did this exercise when I was your around your age. Like I’ve  said, meditation is a vital part of connecting to the Force, and you need to be able to focus on that inward connection and be able to tune out what’s physically happening around you.”

“But Kanan I’ve only just been able to do it sitting still, how am I going to be able…”

Ezra’s voice became quieter, less sure, and Kanan’s reply in turn was soft enough that Sabine couldn’t pick it up through the barrier of Kanan’s bedroom door. Sabine had witnessed enough of the two’s more tender conversations to not try eavesdrop both out of a respect of their privacy and because it simply didn’t bother her. As long as it didn’t affect her in any way, what was discussed between Jedi was really none of her business.

She swiped at the mural with her spray can, and stepped back to inspect the new line, tilting her head to come at it from several different angles. It hadn’t quite had the effect she was going for.

“Ugh, I knew neon green was the wrong move,” she muttered to herself, flicking a stray hair out of her face. The piece was supposed to be a dynamic whirlwind of colour representing Hera in the cockpit of the Ghost in the middle of a battle, but so far it hadn’t been meshing together as well as Sabine had hoped. Flicks of orange, white and green paint covered her oversized painting coveralls, and a fume headache was scratching at the base of her skull. She took several steps back and popped her back, groaning in relief as her vertebrae released their built up tension. It was time for a break.

“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work,” came Ezra’s voice again.

��You can say that again,” she muttered to herself, eyeing her supposed masterpiece. The small blurs of dark grey that were supposed to represent TIE fighters seemed misplaced. The orange of Hera’s flight suit seemed to be the wrong shade entirely. It just wasn’t working.

Art was hard sometimes.

Sabine put her spray bottle down on the desk next to the other colours and pulled off her stained painting gloves. The air in the corridor immediately smelt so much clearer when she stepped out into it. She moved down the hall towards the common room.

“I’m telling you right now, Kanan, I’m gonna be too heavy for you.”

“Ezra, would you just quit complaining for once and just  get on my back?” replied Kanan’s slightly frustrated voice.

Sabine paused mid-step and looked curiously to Kanan’s closed door up the corridor. That didn’t sound like their usual training dialogue, not that training to be a Jedi was usual for anyone these days.

She briefly wondered if Jedi training had always been this weird to observe by outsiders. Sometimes she would walk by and see both Master and Padawan sitting silently in meditation, and then pass again hours later to see that neither had moved a muscle; sometimes it involved she, Zeb and Chopper shooting stun blasts at Ezra to deflect with his saber, and no one would soon forget that memorable training session that had ended with Chopper pushing Ezra off the Ghost while they were parked in the lower atmosphere; and then there were times like this, of overhearing weird snatches of conversations that probably made more sense with the proper context.

It probably had been just as weird in the days of the Jedi Order, although back then there had been hundreds of other padawans being trained in the exact same way to make it normal.

Not for the first time though, Sabine found herself glad she wasn’t Force sensitive. Sure, telekinesis and seeing the future was cool, but nothing beat her ingrained warrior instincts and the design and power of her trusty blasters. Well, a lightsaber kind of did, but that was beside the point; the proud Mandalorian in her simply refused to acknowledge the Jedi as superior in any way.

She heard Ezra grumble something indeterminable as she shook her head and continued down to the common room, putting the Jedi to the back of her mind and instead hoping that someone had made fresh caf so she wouldn’t have to do it herself.

She found Zeb and Hera sitting in the booth and eating pieces of meiloorun, and after a trip to the galley, was drawn into an extended conversation on the Kessle Run and the mathematics behind how quickly a pilot could race it without being caught in time distortion. It was fun to play-argue with Hera over while Zeb scratched his head in confusion, and by the time Sabine wandered back to her room, stomach full of caff and fruit, her headache was gone.

She remembered the strange conversation she’d overheard before only when she glanced again to Kanan’s closed door. Shrugging, she walked over to it and tilted her ear to the metal. It was quiet, except for the occasional grunt and loud exhale.

After a moment’s hesitation and lip biting, her curiosity won out and she knocked softly. Kanan’s voice, perhaps a bit strained, said “Come in, but be quiet.”

Sabine tapped at the controls and the door hissed aside. The lights in Kanan’s room were dimmed, but they were enough to illuminate the strange sight Sabine found on the floor before her. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and her eyes went wide. She had to quickly stuff a fist to her mouth to suppress the urge to giggle.

Kanan was stretched out on the ground facing away from the bunk, legs straight and arms locked in a push-up position, while astride his upper back sat Ezra, cross-legged and face slack.

“Do you need something, Sabine?” Kanan asked, his face turned up at her. Sweat was beginning to glisten on his upper arms and forehead. He had forgone his usual green sweater for a plain black tank top.

Sabine took a moment to compose herself, blinking and swallowing down her humour. “Nothing urgent, Hera just wanted to remind you about the team briefing later tonight,” she said, not quite keeping the amusement from her voice. Hera had told her no such thing, but it was a good enough excuse to have knocked in the first place.

“Ah, thanks,” replied Kanan. He carefully bent his arms at the joint, dipping down and then back up again in a push up. Ezra tittered slightly at the movement, but settled again after a few seconds.

“Is he… meditating? Isn’t he heavy?” Sabine questioned, leaning up against the doorway and crossing her arms, looking down on Kanan and Ezra.

She’d probably been right before- Jedi training must have always been this weird to watch as an outsider, if strange things like this were any kind of example.

“It’s an exercise. And, yeah, he’s maybe a little heavier than expected. Nothing I can’t handle though, and if anything it’s a good thing. Remember how small he was when we found him?” Kanan said quietly, dipping down again.

Sabine nodded, biting at her lip. It seemed unfair to laugh, but the urge was still strong in her.

Kanan did another push up, and Ezra hmmed, but didn’t stir.

An idea stuck Sabine suddenly. “Hang on, keep doing this, I’ll be right back,” she declared, grinning and flying from the room. She rushed across the hall to her own quarters, ignoring the paint and the half-done mural in favour of scrambling around for some sketching pencils and paper.

Kanan looked at her curiously as she re-entered his room.

“Can I?” she grinned, with the best loth-puppy eyes she could muster, brandishing her art supplies to him.

He raised his eyebrows at her in response, and then frowned in consideration before sighing.

“I suppose, if you’re really feeling that inspired. Just don’t disturb him, okay?”

“Yes,” Sabine whispered in excitement, punching the air. She closed the door behind her and carefully stepped around, searching for the best angle to come at the scene from. She ended up sitting cross legged on the cushioned stool beside Kanan’s bed and spread out her supplies and art pad across her knees.

“And don’t make me look like a fool, please,” Kanan added, as she picked out a good pencil to start.

She snorted down at him. “You? Never.”

Kanan smirked, then his face returned to a scrunched up, concentrated look.

Sabine took a long, calculating gaze at her subjects, then bent over and began scribbling. Soon, the only sounds in the room were Ezra’s even breaths, Kanan’s occasional grunt, the scratching of pencils and occasional muffled snorts from Sabine. She was trying really hard not to burst out into laughter, but the hilarity of the situation kept coming at her in waves.

The central piece she worked on was a semi-realistic illustration- Kanan, strong and steady and Ezra, still and calm upon his back. She worked in the shading of the dimmed lights and the glistening sweat on Kanan’s forehead, aiming for realism but working in her own cartoonish style as well.

She also sketched out several other, far sillier drawings on a separate piece of paper. Among them was a caricature of Kanan with comical sized muscles, grunting and pumping up and down at a ridiculous speed, with Ezra the size of an ant on his back; one of the both of them as Loth-cats, the Loth-Ezra curled up and purring on Loth-Kanan’s furry brown back; and (for good measure) one of Ezra flopping right off Kanan’s shoulders and landing face first in an undignified heap on the floor.

The loth-cat one was her favourite of the bunch.

Sabine also found herself quite proud of the main piece, even if it was far from finished and more of a messy, scratchy draft than anything else. She particularly felt like she’d caught dynamic power of the lines of Kanan’s shoulders and the essence of Ezra’s meditative expression. She would clean and colour the sketch when there was time later on, but for the moment she held it up with a wide, proud smile, angling it into the light and blowing away the small strands of white eraser debris. She could already tell the finished product would be one of her better ones.

Sabine gathered up her supplies and folded the paper with the silly sketches on it in two. She wrote Ezra’s name on it, adding a heart for dramatics and left it on the stool for the kid to find when he came out of the trance.

With her main piece, she stepped forward, crouched and wordlessly placed it on the ground before Kanan. It was a show of trust more than anything- she, like a lot of artists, didn’t like showing off unfinished pieces. It just didn’t seem right to put something out for the galaxy to see that wasn’t polished up to a certain standard.

Kanan, however, had earned it. They’d saved each other’s lives so many times over the years, had each other’s backs through the good and the bad, and as much as Sabine would never admit it out loud, Kanan had become like a father-figure to her. Even if he was a Jedi who used really weird training practices that didn’t really make sense to her.

Besides, the guy probably deserved it. She’d pity anyone who had to carry Ezra on their shoulders, literally or figuratively.

Kanan looked over her work, his shoulders shaking with exertion as he paused mid-pushup. After a moment, he grinned proudly up at her in approval and she smiled back, feeling the familiar swell of pride that usually arose whenever her Ghost family showed how much they loved and supported her art. She picked up the sketch again and tiptoed out with a wave of farewell, returning to her room.

As soon as she was inside and the door had shut behind her, she burst into quiet laughter, which she only half-heartedly stifled.

Only kriffing Jedi, she thought fondly.

The paint fumes had almost entirely dissipated. Still chuckling, she pulled out a plastic folder from a shelf and carefully placed her sketch in it so it would be protected until she had the time to finish it.

There was still a little while before dinner and the team briefing, so Sabine turned back to her newest mural and looked it over with a new eye as she pulled her gloves back on.

“Hmm, maybe neon green is the right choice, but I just need to be bolder with it,” she mused to herself, picking up the spray can again and approaching the wall.

“You couldn’t have asked me before you let her use me for inspiration?” Ezra asked, accusingly. “It’s bad enough that I had to do that ridiculous exercise, but you let Sabine see me doing it as well?”

Kanan stood by his bunk wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel, while Ezra frowned down at the piece of paper Sabine had left for him. A flush of embarrassment clung at his cheeks.

“You were deep in meditation; there wouldn’t have been any point in bringing you out of it just to ask one question. Besides, if anything the extra distraction added to the exercise and you did very well to remain focussed.”

Ezra smirked a little at the praise, and then his face fell back into a scowl. “Yeah, but was it really worth it? She made us into cuddling lothcats, how humiliating is that?”

“What?” Kanan wandered over and took the paper from Ezra’s hands. He frowned at it as well. “I specifically asked her not to make me look like a fool.”

“You look fine. I’m the one she drew as a fool,” moaned Ezra.

“Well, at least the drawings are realistic in that sense,” Kanan replied with a grin. He tussled Ezra’s hair playfully, and Ezra let out a squeak of protest. “Come on, kid, it’s almost time for dinner and I’m gonna have a shower first. You go see if Hera needs anything done before the crew meeting.”

Ezra nodded and snatched the paper back.

“What? It’s addressed to me!” he said in reply to Kanan’s lifted eyebrow. He dashed out the door, Kanan shaking his head fondly in his wake.

I wrote this from Sabine’s POV bc I have definitely been neglecting all the other characters except Kanan and Ezra.

What’s that, you say? Kanan and Ezra are still a lot of the focus of this fic? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I know, but I can’t leave them alone.

#star wars rebels #swr #sabine wren #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #star wars rebels fanfic #my writing

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#ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #star wars rebels #jedi #kanezra edit #hjbedit #screencap edit #screenshots #screencaps #photoshop #kanan's face is so tender when he looks at ezra #he loves his padawan so much #i really had fun making this one #there were so many little glitches #kanan's left eye was too bright #and ezra had a blotchy skin texture near his mouth #really weird stuff #i also gave them brown eyes in 1 version #they were beautiful

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Nothing’s changed pt 1•Kanan Jarrus x reader

Resume When Kanan returns blind to the Ghost, he thinks he can´t be enough. But nothing’s changed… 

It was already dark and night. You walked into Kanan’s room, he was sitting on his bed and you smiled to yourself. You hadn’t got time with him since he came back from his mission-and then you heard he’d been blinded- but now all that mattered was that he’s alive. You made your way towards Kanan to sit beside him, but he got up and distanced himself from you. Then your arms embraced him in a tight hug, not allowing him to escape.

-Look, you spoke into his chest. It doesn’t matter that you’re blind. I know how strong you are. I know, you whispered.

He seemed tense but made no attempt to walk away. He stroke your hair a little.

-Y/n. A lot is going to change now, I can´t give you the life you deserve-

You interrupted him by taking a step back and slowly pulling up his eye mask. It was a severe damage to him and you felt your hands shake from anger, you’d kill Darth Maul the moment you saw him. Kanan took your hands and squeezed them, calming you.

-This is how it is, there´s nothing you can do about it. Please just think about the good times we had together and remember me.

You couldn’t take anymore.

-What’s wrong with you? He must’ve taken a lot more than your eyesight. Don’t you understand? Nothing’s gonna change, not for you, not between us. I can’t believe I have to tell you that I still love you. I’ve always loved you, always will. We’ve been through a lot worse than this, and guess what? We’re still here, alive and well. You and I, Ezra, Sabine, Seb, Hera and Chopper. Even ap-5, you’re all family and more important than anything.

He sighed and turned away. You only continued.

-If you don’t love me anymore, say it. But that it’d be because of this, I won’t accept it.

And then you stood in silence, waiting for his response. After a moment it occurred to you-he had made his choice and you had tried. So you turned and walked towards the door.

-Y/n, he said hesitantly. You stopped walking but did not turn around to face him.

Kanan turned you around, lifted you up and held you while he kissed you hard and tender at the same time. When he put you down again, you sighed of relief and happiness.

-I knew you’d do that, you said with the biggest smile on your face, you couldn’t stop smiling, the husband you knew had returned and once again you felt ready to conquer the galaxy together. He chuckled a little and hugged you tight.

-I love you so, so much y/n. I’m so sorry-

-Don’t think about it anymore, just hold me.

-Leave your requests here-

#star wars x reader #star wars imagines #kanan jarrus x reader #kanan jarrus imagine #star wars one shot

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This was supposed to be a quick warm up drabble before I worked on the last chapter of ‘Too Many Words Left Unspoken’ last night but it was 2AM and 2,000 words later when I finished it so *shrug*.

This is pretty much a first draft so there’s gonna be mistakes and things that aren’t as fleshed out as I like to have them. Essentially, this isn’t a finished piece in any sense but just take it because I don’t want to use any more energy on it.

Not gonna post it on any other sites, it’s just some angsty fun.I just like killing Ezra, okay.

Warnings: Blood, gore, major character death. 

Kanan ran with his pistol drawn and his heart in his throat, Rex only a step behind him.

“Ezra’s just up ahead, I can sense him,” he called to his companion, not slowing his pace.

There was a coil of smoke rising from the direction they were heading. That wasn’t a good sign.

Kanan skidded into a clearing to find a small collection of rusting starships, one of them exploded and casting orange hues across the blue dirt ground of the clearing.

“Kanan, look,” Rex said, out of breath but serious. Kanan directed his gaze up where Rex was pointing and had to close his eyes against the sight,.

Suspended from the gutted skeleton of a vertical starship by what looked like electrical wiring was the body of a young human woman. Kanan could only hope Ezra hadn’t been involved in her death.

“What the kriff happened here?” asked Rex angrily.

“Nothing good,” Kanan replied. They both turned at the sound of lightsabers clashing from across the other side of the junkyard. “No time to find out, we gotta get Ezra!”

With that, Kanan took off, and Rex followed him with another curse.

They rounded a corner and almost slipped on something slick that coated the ground. Kanan looked down to see another body, this time of a devorarian boy, who’s neck had been slit and body flung carelessly over a half-sunken wing. Kanan only paused to consider that it was blood on his boots before taking off again, even quicker than before.

Dread and fear was thrumming through his veins.

They passed one and half more bodies, each gruesomely placed, before finally rounding a starship and finding the duellers. They were grunting and swinging at each other, the shorter human fighter with more finesse and skill than the taller and bulkier besalisk, but what the taller seemed to lack in skill she was making up for in heavy, anger-fuelled blows both with her lightsaber and her spare fists and the fact that her opponent appeared to be injured and fatigued, holding one arm awkwardly against his chest.

The shorter figure grunted as he blocked a harsh blow and Kanan would have recognised it and the dirty orange jumpsuit he was wearing anywhere.

“Ezra!” he called out, and days of tension and sleepless nights seemed to seep out of Kanan’s shoulder. He stopped, almost falling to his knees from relief.

Ezra glanced over to them and then did a double take. His drooped shoulders immediately lifted, and even from the distance Kanan could see a fire reignite in the kids blue eyes. His next move was more focussed and precise, and the angry besalisk girl had to jump out of its way.

Beside him, Rex made to step forward, but Kanan threw out his arm to stop the clone. Although he had no idea what had happened in the days since Ezra had been abducted, something in the Force told Kanan that this was Ezra’s fight to finish.

Ezra whirred his lightsaber (definitely not his own, which was attached to Kanan’s belt) around and the girl blocked it clumsily. They locked hilts.

“So they did come for you, squirt,” she snarled, the arm holding the lightsaber straining.

“Yeah, told you so!” Ezra cried back, and Kanan could hear the smug grin in his voice.

The two broke their hold, each staggering a bit under the sudden uneven distribution of force. Ezra was the first to recover, and he threw out his hand. The besalisk girl went flying back hard against the hull of a ship, her lightsaber skidding out of reach. Ezra raced forward and had his own at her throat before she could reach for it again.

To Kanan’s surprise, the girl began to laugh.

“Go on, squirt. Kill me and win,” she spat. Kanan and Rex exchanged concerned looks and took a few tentative steps forward, both with hands on their blasters. Ezra had his back to them.

“For the last time, I don’t care about winning. We could have just gotten out of here, Stell, we could have all survived.”

That only seemed to make Stell laugh harder, her two lower arms clutching at her middle, heedless of the lightsaber that appeared to be shaking in Ezra’s hand.

“But none of you listened! And now they’re all dead. You killed Matthas, Stell.”

Kanan didn’t know who Matthas was, but he suspected they were one of the corpses he had passed, and from Ezra’s tone they’d must have been the kids friend. Something dark shifted in the Force that took the breath out of Kanan’s throat. It was coming from Ezra, rolling off him in waves.

“Ezra,” he called, with a plea in his voice. “This isn’t the way.”

The effect of his words was almost immediate. The Force calmed like a storm diminishing, and Ezra let out a long, tension riddled breath.

“I’m not going to kill you, Stell, it’s not the Jedi way.” Ezra pulled back his lightsaber. “I’m sorry you were brought here for this sick game. Don’t you see, we’re all the victims here? Whoever did this to us, whoever tore us away from our families and brought us here, they’re the enemy.”

Stell went quiet and bowed her head, all four of her arms reaching down to touch the dirt beneath her. She looked defeated.

Ezra, apparently satisfied, took a few steps back, and turned off his saber completely. He stepped back keeping her in sight and when she didn’t move, turned towards Kanan and Rex.

“Kanan,” he called, smiling a weary smile. He stumbled towards them, reaching up to clutch at his injured arm. His clothes and hair were caked with blue mud that mingled with the red of various blood stains on his jumpsuit. His entire right cheek was a mess of purpling bruises, and heavy bags were present under his eyes, but despite all of that, he was alive. For Kanan, who had been fearing the worst for days now, that was more than enough.

“Ezra,” he said with an answering smile, starting slowly forward. He felt pride swell in him, both as a master and a father-figure. The kid had obviously been through hell, but even that wasn’t enough to extinguish the goodness within him.

Ezra laughed. “You came. You came!”

Kanan opened his mouth to respond, but a warning suddenly rang out in the Force. He looked behind Ezra to see the Besalisk girl call her lightsaber to her hand, ignite it, and then rush towards Ezra.

“I WIN!” she screamed, as she thrust the blade straight into Ezra’s back.

Kanan watched on in horror; Ezra’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, his young face illuminated by the blazing blue of the lightsaber sticking right through his abdomen. As in slow motion, Stell then pulled the saber back and stepped away.

Rex shouted something beside him and let loose several blaster shots, which Stell deflected.

Kanan’s vision was tunnelling, and all he could see was Ezra falling to his knees. Kanan ran faster than he’d ever run and threw himself down in the mud and grabbed at the kid’s jumpsuit, tangling his fingers in the fabric, to keep him off the ground.

“No, Ezra, no stay with me, kid,” he cried, frantic at how limp the kid was. He reached up with both hands to cup Ezra’s face, trying to direct those blue eyes to meet his. They were rolling back into the back of his head, and a pained spluttering sound was escaping Ezra’s mouth.

Kanan was vaguely away of the besalisk running off into the trees, even less so of Rex taking pursuit.

He wrapped his arms around Ezra’s entire body, and tried to press a shaking hand into the bleeding wound on Ezra’s back.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he lied. Ezra’s breaths were harsh and chilling in Kanan’s ear, and he reached up to run his fingers through the kids matted long hair, running his thumb in comforting motions up and down. Ezra gurgled. “You’re gonna be fine. I’m here, Ezra, I’m here, I’m not leaving. You’re gonna be fine.”

Kanan’s entire chest felt wet, but still he clung as tight as he could to his padawan, who was convulsing and shaking. He kept talking comforting things in a low whisper, all the while feeling Ezra’s grip on life slip swiftly away both through the Force and physically in his arms.

Ezra died with a final sputtered exhale, and something inside Kanan broke apart, much like the night his Master had died all those years ago. He felt the bond shatter in his mind- there were tears streaming down his face, and he could only clutch tighter to Ezra. He burrowed his face into the crook of Ezra’s neck and screamed in frustration and grief.

“We were so close, so close,” Kanan yelled, mostly at the galaxy at large. He sobbed and rocked for a few moments more, before reason approached again. He took a few long, shuddering breaths and wiped at the snot pouring from his nose with a sleeve.

Something terrible was still clamped around his heart, but Kanan Jarrus knew that he had to move on.

He pulled back and lift Ezra’s lolling head up, supporting the lifeless neck so he could plant a tender kiss on the kid’s forehead. The kids eyes were closed and his face was slack. He could have been asleep, if not for the blood slopping down both his back and front. Kanan then brought his own forehead down and touched them together, closing his eyes and knitting his eyebrows together.

“M-may the Force be with you, Ezra Bridger,” he choked out.

He looked up as squelching footprints approached, and folded Ezra back flush against him so he could look over. He saw Rex returning in the dim light, helmet removed.

“She got away,” the clone soldier said, with a hard look. He glanced down at Ezra, and a brief flash of pain flared across his features. “We need a medical bay, I’ll call-”

“No point, he’s gone,” Kanan said, barely a whisper.

Rex closed his eyes, but didn’t say a word. He kneeled down in front of Kanan and reached for the top of Ezra’s head.

“It’s not your fault, Kanan.”

“Of course it is,” Kanan hissed back.

“No. Ezra said that someone else was behind this, someone brought all these kids here. All that blood is on their hands, including Ezra’s, and I don’t know about you, but I’m going to find out exactly who the bastard is so I can put a blaster bolt through his head.”

Kanan blinked and stared into Rex’s eyes. Revenge wasn’t the jedi way- he’d told Ezra as much only minutes before.

But now Ezra was dead, and he’d left a terrible hollowness behind in Kanan’s core. His fingers itched for his blaster and lightsaber to be in his hands, they itched for him to search the entire planet, system, galaxy to find the person who had done this to Ezra. The besalisk girl may have thrust the lightsaber, but whoever was pulling the strings was the real murderer.

“Yeah, I’ll help you with that,” he said icily, anger flowing through him.

L I S T E N

I am a sucker for the AngstTM okay. I love it a lot, and Kanan and Ezra are prime angst material my dudes.

If this seemed familiar to anyone, it’s because it’s based almost entirely on the Supernatural episode/s All Hell Breaks Loose. I may have slightly given up on the show now, but that scene where Sam dies in Deans arms is top angst material, dear god.

I’m not gonna do anything else with this idea, but my story driven mind did come up with a few extra things about this idea.

- So, a lot like in the SPN episode, Ezra (just like Sam) is kidnapped and wakes up in a strange place with a bunch of strange people (or maybe even some people he knows).

-Turns out, all these people are ‘special’ (in the show they all have powers, but here I’m thinking that it’s just a heap of Force-sensitive kids and young adults, but most of them have little-to-no training or were escaped padawans like Kanan.)

- Essentially, they’re made to fight to the death to find out who’s the strongest/most worthy/ whatever. For a prize I guess.

-I’ve given no thought at all to who’s the one pulling the strings. Is it Imperials? Is it some sick person who just wants to watch people kill each other for a prize? Is it a Hunger Games deal???? Who knows. I know if I think about it too much I probably will, but I have too many WIPS at the moment to be dragged down by another one. I guess if someone really wants to adopt this from me I won’t mind.

- In the tv show, Sam is brought back to life because Dean makes a demon deal. As I’m not quite sure there’s an equivalent to that in the Star Wars universe, I’m gonna say Ezra’s ded as hell here. Sorry hon.

#my writing #star wars rebels #omfgg i just love angsty shit like this #im sorry everyone #deadzra bridger #swr angsty goodness