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"Sparks Of Rebels" Ezra Bridger x Reader -- Part Two

(A/N: We’re back! Soulmates have met and The Ghost crew are in hyperspace. Time for Reader to figure out what lies ahead on their journey and their time with their soulmate. This takes place during season four in this soulmate au; after episode four. For the sake of storytelling, I made up two planets and some Imperial officers. Warnings: minor angst, Star Wars lingo, and use of (Y/F/N) for your first name, (Y/L/N) for your last name, and (Y/N) for your name. Word Count: 2,289 words)

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Long hours of managing log books, messages, and events were lightyears behind you. Ahead was a bit of a mystery. An intriguing one. Your life could no longer be as repetitive. You had made a choice. As difficult as change could be, you were not alone. You had your soulmate by your side and a crew to guide your next steps. After speaking with Ezra for an extended amount of time in The Ghost’s pantry, your soulmate assisted you in another large step. He knew the others well and was eager to announce your decision to join the rebellion. You promised to help where you could and there were smiles all around. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen such a happy group of people. And all from hearing you’d stay. The smile that lingered the most belonged to Ezra. Even his blue eyes seemed to mimic stars in the sky, sparkly and full of hope. It was encouraging in more than one prospect. On route to Yavin IV, everyone settled elsewhere in the large ship. Sitting in the lounge, the hum of the ship was growing to be a comfort sound for you. Steady and calm. A chance for you to absorb the last few hours. Ezra had walked off with Kanan not too long ago. That left you to quietly observe the area and breathe.

It’ll all work out, you thought to yourself. Everyone will be all right back home and I…I’ll be a part of a rebellion. Rebellion. A word that held great weight. A position to be in, a movement to help others, you tried to fully wrap your mind around. It was more than an idea. Very much real. But where can I fit into all this? You slumped against the cushion. In your conversations with Ezra, you hadn’t discussed that yet. Home planets? Sure. Random interest? Yeah. Roles in a rebellion? Not so much. They’ll all be busy when we land at their base, you supposed. Shoes lightly tapping together, you knew there were a lot of unknowns ahead. It’s not as if they’re not welcoming. I just need to start getting acquainted with things…and people. Looking off to your right, you breathed in. The door in sight lead to the cockpit where Hera spent time in her ship. Maybe I could talk to her. She seems really nice. And I should probably get to know her first. I’m getting a lot of leader vibes. Plus I don’t know where anyone else is.

Pushing yourself off of the furniture, you made your way to the cockpit. Streaks and numerous blues of hyperspace lit the space. All was quiet after the door closed with a hiss. “Hi,” you greeted more timidly than you intended. “Hey.” Hera glanced over her shoulder. She gestured to an open seat. Sitting down on the seat to her right, you set your hands in your lap. The soulmate language, Ezra’s name, visible as your sleeve remained pushed up. A grounding and familiar reminder. You weren’t quite sure what to start off with, but you gave it a shot. Full honesty.

“I feel like I willingly threw myself into the deep end with no clue where to swim.” “That’s one way to describe it,” she said. “It’s a lot for one day. Especially after the week you’ve had.” “Yeah.” A lump in your throat formed as you shortly recalled being dragged into a cell. “They had no right to use you like that. The markings on your skin are your business not the empire’s.” Your gaze fell to your lap. “I’ve never even told anyone his name,” you admitted softly. “I always avoided the question.” You shrugged and added, “Guess that means they’re safer. Somehow. People back home. I can’t even warn them. It’d be saying too much even then and they’ll ask all kinds of questions.” You took a breath. “I’ve never been away this long.” “I’m sure they’re worried sick.” Panicking at this point, you thought. “Being separated from your family and friends will be hard, but you are safe now,” Hera reminded you. “I can promise you that.” Peering up to her, you saw honesty in her ocean eyes. You trusted her word. “Choosing to join a growing rebellion is serious. It takes a lot of heart and work,” Hera explained. “It can be dangerous too. We make sacrifices and step up when others can’t.” “You all came to find me…and you didn’t even know me. Barely know me now. I don’t really know what I can do to help.” You gestured widely. You didn’t see how your skill sets could fit in. “Stepping up and joining our cause is helpful. It might not seem like it at first, but every person counts,” Hera said firmly. “Even if they’ve only really worked retail and in the back of a confectionary?” Hera regarded you silently. “Does being organized help at all?” You slouched in the chair. “More than you think,” she smiled.

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The cargo bay had been turned into a temporary meeting spot for the two Jedi onboard. Where conversations would less likely be overheard. Earlier, Kanan had subtly asked Ezra to follow him. Ezra wasn’t in trouble of course. The two had started talking about if it was safe or possible to send word to your family. They knew that would had been Hera’s next task if it was just their crew, but the rebellion couldn’t spare anyone for that task.

“Another idea or opportunity might present itself later.” Said Kanan. “Send a message directly to (Y/N)’s family?” Ezra offered. Kanan shook his head. “The empire might’ve confiscated or tapped into their devices. Considering what Dawes had planned…he might’ve taken other precautions.” The young Jedi groaned, “I didn’t think of that.” And (Y/N) won’t even know for sure if Dawes sent anyone to Triea Two, thought Ezra helplessly as he leaned against the metal railing. “Let’s just hope Commandant Dawes didn’t either,” Kanan added.

Sighing, Ezra rubbed his thumb over his jacket’s sleeve, soulmate markings hidden once again under the fabric. Markings that could be read by only one other person onboard. “I’m just glad we were able to find (Y/N) and get them out of there,” Ezra said. “But now it’s…almost weird — unbelievable — to actually be able to talk with them. It’s not just in my head. They’re here.” He took a breath. “But?” “That scanning device.” “Yeah. That’ll ruin anyone’s day with Commandant Dawes using it daily.” Kanan scoffed, unamused at the knowledge. “It’s probably a good thing he wants to do things his way. For himself. There won’t be hundreds of those devices distributed to other imperials.” “Maybe they’ll wear out. (Y/N) said the Imperial officers were very forceful with it.”

But if they didn’t do that, I wouldn’t have met (Y/N) so soon. It’s not the meeting I wanted. Not with the empire involved. It could’ve been worse. “They made it easy to find (Y/N). Trap included.” Kanan then added lively, “I’m glad your soulmate wasn’t the person we found in the cell.” “Right?” Ezra turned to the other Jedi. “Not gonna lie, I was scared your soulmate was a snob.” “Yeah… Meanwhile (Y/N) was forced to watch all the ships while Dawes ate cheese and was using them for his own gain.” “That…that was a move. Arrogant for sure.” “And crazy.” “Either way,” Kanan folded his arms over his chest with a smirk, “I’d say you made a good first impression with your soulmate.” A small smile curved Ezra’s lips. “You introduced yourself, didn’t run into anything, and you completed the mission. I’d call that a success.” As compared to what? Ezra mused to himself. “Yeah, but considering what we do…I kinda thought they’d had seen a wanted poster first. (Y/N) never searched my name on the HoloNet.” Kanan was quiet for a moment, humming in thought.

Does he think it’s strange?

“Seems like (Y/N) left it up to the Force. But you didn’t know what they looked like either.” Stepping away from the railing, Ezra shrugged in habit. “I may have tried looking them up when we were on our way. I couldn’t find anything right away. So I just made sure I remembered the layout of the building. I thought seeing them in person first would be better.” He smiled to himself after a second. “I’m really glad (Y/N) wants to stay with us.” “Me too. Knowing your soulmate is life changing.” Kanan replied with a growing smirk. “Who knows, maybe in a couple of weeks they’ll get the next spectre call sign?” Heat rushed up Ezra’s neck. Perhaps in time his soulmate would officially be a part of The Ghost crew. You could go on missions, give input, and share meals. You could be friends with everyone. Having The Ghost as your second home was a thought that made a pleasant warmth spread in the young Jedi’s chest.

. . .

If you had discovered anything in the past few hours it was that the ship you were in was huge. For a light freighter. You almost got turned around after heading to the refresher. By sheer will and determination, you made it back to the lounge…with Chopper’s help. That droid might have taken a moment to decide whether or not to show me the general direction, but Chopper did help. His laughter wasn’t too subtle though, you thought as you settled onto the couch once again. Before I know it we’ll be somewhere else. You smiled. We. A whole crew of people. Rebels and my soulmate. How lucky can a person get?

Hisshh The door on the left opened to reveal Ezra Bridger. He moved —

Thunk

“Ow.” Ezra hobbled for a step or two away from the door before straightening up. You covered a smile behind your hand. “Hey,” he waved as he walked over to where you were seated. “Hi again.” “Kanan just, uh, wanted to talk about the mission.” “Oh.” “Sorry to keep you waiting here all by yourself.” “It’s okay,” you reassured him quickly. “I went and talked with Hera.” “You did?” He interrupted. “She says there’s plenty of room in the old temple building for me to stay.” “Right. I mean,” he leaned against the furniture. “Can’t sleep in here.” He added quickly, “On this. You’ll be closer to the meetings and briefings.” “Not too far from The Ghost, though…right?” “No,” he answered before clearing his throat. “I mean, the base isn’t huge. It’s a walk to some area, but it doesn’t take forever.” “That’s good to know. And it’s safe?” “So far.” “Good. I think Hera has a few ideas what I can do.” His eyes widened, “Already? Wait. What kind of jobs?” “Jobs on the base.” Ezra’s shoulders visibly relaxed. Aww. “I’m not a soldier or fancy technician,” you added, seeing as he might be a little concerned of what your role may be. Sitting down on the cushion beside you, he smiled. “We could use more technicians.” Your eyebrows pinched together as you listened. “Like for equipment?” “Yeah. I can teach you how to repair a few things. Or rewire it.”

Leaning further back, you considered Ezra’s words. Sounds like a lot. Knowing how to do more than one thing is valuable. You pulled at your jacket’s sleeve. One thing at a time.

“It’s not so confusing once you get used to where the wires go,” Ezra added. Your soulmate’s caring nature became more obvious with each new element added to a conversation, large and small. One bit of information had been teased on your end, but you honestly forgot with thoughts of your immediate future. “I’ve been working in the largest confectionary on Triea Two for a few years now.” You almost chuckled as Ezra perked up. “I worked retail up in the front for about a year before they asked me to help out in the back office. We were short staffed and I’m…really organized.” “Office?” “Confectionaries have offices too,” you laughed. “It’s not mountains of chocolate back there. Well, no, there’s a lot. It smells amazing.” “Did you at least get to have samples while in there?” “I had a secret stash. Yeah. Especially for all the hours I went through logs checking deliveries of supplies we needed, when the next event was for catering, and a bunch of information. Contacts and messages too.” Your mind filled with memories of that small office and bright screens. Hope they remember about that celebration coming up, you thought as you pushed down the anxiety of the appointment. Can’t do anything about it now. Can’t do much with how much I’ve memorized either. Returning customers and businesses. All that. “Maybe it won’t be so different,” you thought aloud. “Well, I can’t promise you’ll like how the base smells.” You smiled in his direction. “Not that it smells bad,” Ezra clarified, hands gesturing in front of him. A small chuckle escaped you. “I believe you.” Your soulmate was truly like a breath of fresh air. New and familiar. A true comfort as you anticipated arriving to the rebel base. There would be much to discover; more about Ezra, his crew, their cause, and yourself. A whole learning experience. At least you wouldn’t be doing any of it alone. Blue eyes gazed at you calmly and curiously. Out of the hundreds of stars and planetary systems in the galaxy you managed to meet your soulmate in such a drastic fashion.

“Question.” “Yeah?” Ezra rose his eyebrows. “Do Imperials always get that dramatic around you?” Reflexively, his shoulders rose as he forced a smile.

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projectjasper · 8 months ago

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Helloo! As someone who loves nlmg, do you think it dealt well with the concept of family? Especially with palm's parents or his dad? I'm currently watching it and his dad is making me fume, i just wish palm would punch him but alas he doesn't seem like the type. Also, do you agree with the statement that neung doesn't love palm as much as he loves him? Cause i don't (i have so many thoughts about this but i can't put it into words) but I've seen it mentioned quite a lot that I'm starting to doubt myself

hiii! i love nothing more than asks about my favourite series, so thank you so much for sending this one 🫶

so! do i think nlmg dealt with the concept of family well? yes. in big capital letters, actually. so, YES.

now, shout out to nueng and his mom, but there's a reason why you asked especially about palm's parents. nueng and his mom make sense in a very uncomplicated way. she's a good mom to him, they love each other, it's just a nice little comfortable family, so their relationship easily makes sense.

as for palm's mom, i think the little time they spent together and the way it went makes sense as well. she wanted her freedom (and with such a husband, it's unsurprising that she did), so she seemed a little distant and aloof at first, but she eventually peels some layers off, and there is still a caring and loving mother hidden in there. i don't even know if she expected to find her there, palm certainly didn't, but they found her together, and they would have gotten to the point of having a relationship not unlike the one nueng has with his mom, if they got more time together.

as for palm's father, nlmg is a wonderful exception in a whole parade of series i don't like specifically because of the way they approach their bad parents. the two main issues i typically trip against in those series are 1) the sudden default subscription to traditionalism and 2) the way the relationship is presented in and of itself.

now, as for the first problem, as someone, who lives in a deeply traditionalist society (which is frankly trying to run even more backwards than it already is), but who is also queer and trans and disabled and does indeed have an abusive family he is mostly not in contact with, the idea that traditionalism is something that any character agrees with until proven otherwise, especially when that character is queer, does not make sense to me. i can't be seeing a character, who is very much not conforming to society every step of the way, but then suddenly and without explanation treats their horrific parents like they are a godsend simply because "that's what you are supposed to do". it seems sudden and nonsensical.

with palm, however, we have established his traditionalism in many a way from the very beginning. the way he unquestionably agrees to his father's request in the first place, the way he treats the class difference between himself and nueng, the way he feels inferior and like he needs to prove himself because of it, etc. etc. like you said, as much as we'd like to punch his dad, he just doesn't seem the type. the question of his relationship with his father is not an isolated incident of traditionalism, but rather a pattern of it popping up in many areas of his life. so it makes sense that he does not call him out entirely directly, feels a level of obligation to him, and doesn't fully cut ties with him in the end.

at the same time, concerning the second issue, this is very much palm's pov. the series itself does not treat his father with much reverence. palm's mother is very much an anti-traditionalist figure, and her push against what she was "supposed" to do is specifically represented through palm's father and how awful he was as a husband. there is a reason why the last time we see him is when palm and nueng "fulfil their duty" towards him by letting him out of prison. he is not there for palm at the end, he is not involved in the aftermath of his ex-wife's death, and, while jojo found it necessary to explain away nueng's mother not being present in the ourskyy2 episodes, there was no such explanation for palm's father, as it is not needed. there is a coldness and a distance to the relationship that still exists and it makes sense. palm does what he must, because traditionally one is supposed to respect their parent, but he does not go even a step farther than that. he does not seek his father out, he does not go out of his way to build any sort of relationship with him, he is just kind of there, receiving an obligatory birthday present once a year.

as for the back half of your ask, i absolutely do NOT agree with the idea that palm loves nueng more than nueng loves palm.

honestly, if i did agree with it, it would not have been one of my favourite series, especially because palm is my favourite character - not nueng. this also proves that if i do have any bias here, it is towards palm, and if he was slighted by nueng in any way (by the end of the series), i would not push it under the rug.

i think this misconception comes from a very simplistic and almost mathematical approach to relationships in general. it's like some people are at a market weighing apples against oranges. palm is simply an incredibly romantic and frankly a little insane (/pos) person when it comes to romance. it is in the bounds of his personality to have gotten a crush on nueng almost immediately after they met and get a tattoo of nueng's name three seconds into their relationship. that does not mean that the many ways nueng shows his love towards palm and simply the way he loves him are any less than that.

though, i would also argue that laying next to the love of your life, the one person you want to part with the least, while imagining what a great life he would have without you, and then leaving him so he would be happy without you, even though it would make you miserable, is also a pretty insane fucking thing to do. if that is not peak of selfless and big love, i do not know what is.

#woooo let's go nlmg let's goooooo #never let me go #archer responds #anon #archer's meta

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