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"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" Sable doesn't like random people wandering around the council building -- particularly not when they are quite so, er, gooey. A few decades of marriage to a mutant, and a mutant daughter, and she's still a little uneasy around such visible mutations. She's going to guess this person is one of Adonis', but if so, security really shouldn't have let him loose. Sable's icy smile is for Ezra, but also the security personnel she'll have to speak to later. God, she hopes Dodge wasn't on duty; he's difficult to be sharp with. @buriedwithit (for Ezra)
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Miju cannot pretend not to stare at the blood that trickles down this man's arm. It looks foul; it looks intoxicating. The tips of his fangs rest, just barely, on his lower lip. Is this how most people feel when they see a greasy burger? You know it's terrible for you but it just looks a little bit too delicious to pass up? "Why does it look like that?" And then, an afterthought: "--Oh. And are you okay?" @buriedwithit (ezra)
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She beams, holding the bouquet to her chest. "Really? Thank you!" she says. Later, it might occur to her that it's a bit pathetic to be so happy about this. "Who am I to argue with fate? I suppose I'd better keep you." A coy strand of hair begins to twine around Ezra's little finger. "Although you don't look like the kind of person who likes to be kept." Not that Bina is a remotely good judge of character; but Ezra's mutation makes it pretty apparent that he's a bad boy. That's not a sort Bina has ever tended towards, but her ego is so easily flattered these days.
ezra laughs again, enamored somehow. not that he would question it even under different circumstances—he's used to thinking with his other head, so to speak. the heart wants what it wants! who is he to deny himself anything? or her, in this case. thalia who? "they're for you, love," he purrs, sinking right into her trap. and thinking all the while that he's the spider, not the fly. he doesn't notice that he's the one stuck in her web. "you can keep them and the fortune," he even winks; "and me, if you'd like."
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Ghost Stories #01
Feat. Sabine Wren & Hera Syndulla
Story Context: Sabine tells Hera about her decision to be trained as a Jedi and is met with a cold reception.
"You're going to do what?" asked Hera, her voice almost a shout at the end.
Sabine blinked, taken aback at the Twi'lek's response. It was certainly not the one she had been expecting. They were sitting in the Ghost's communal area; outside, the constant buzz of machinery and maintenance tools from the ship crew could be heard as the old freighter underwent some much-needed repairs.
Feeling uneasy, Sabine leaned back in her seat and folded her arms. "I thought you'd be supportive," she said.
Hera massaged at her temples, grimacing. "And why would you think I'd be supportive of you being a Jedi?"
Feeling defensive, Sabine countered, "You were supportive when Ezra did it. And Kanan, too, when he decided to take up that mantle again. What makes me so different?"
"That was then. This is now," Hera replied. "This is not a good idea, Sabine."
Sabine narrowed her eyes at Hera. "Ahsoka seems to think so. You know, the actual Jedi."
"Former Jedi," Hera corrected. "And believe it or not, Ahsoka thinking so doesn't make me more convinced."
"What, you have an issue with her, too? You guys always seemed friendly to me."
"That was before Malachor," Hera shot back. "Where has she been all this time during the war? She hasn't said anything to anyone. She's different now. Less . . . I don't know, just less of herself, it seems."
Sabine couldn't argue with that. Talking with her master sometimes felt like trying to conversate with a rock. Whatever happened at that Sith Temple seemed to have robbed Ahsoka of her spirit; she seemed listless on some days, adrift from herself and others.
Desperately casting around for a change of subject, Sabine asked, "Where's Jacen?"
"With his grandfather on Ryloth," said Hera. "Don't try to change the subject, Sabine."
"Fine," Sabine snapped. "I don't understand why you're so hostile about this. It's my decision. I'm an adult. What are you going to do when Jacen starts showing an interest, huh?"
"I don't know!" Hera shouted, throwing her hands up. "I'm not - I'm not strong enough, okay?"
Sabine cocked her head at her friend. "What do you mean, 'not strong enough'?"
Hera hung her head. Hands clenching into fists, she suddenly banged them on the table. Sabine jolted in her seat from the abrupt display of anger.
"Hera?" asked Sabine quietly. "What's going on?"
"Kanan. Ezra. Ahsoka. And now - you," Hera muttered. "Maybe someday, even Jacen. I'm so sick of losing people. I'm not strong enough to lose you, too."
"Losing - what? You're not going to lose me like you did with Kanan, Hera. I promise. Ahsoka came back, too, even if she's not the same as before! She's still fighting! And Ezra's still out there."
Hera turned her face back to Sabine. The younger woman felt her heart twist, seeing the cascade of tears on the Twi'lek's face.
"You're already gone, don't you get it? I've lost you. Once you decide to take that mantle - when you add 'Jedi' to your name, it's over," Hera whispered miserably. "That's the truth of this galaxy, Sabine. Jedi die."
Sabine shook her head. "Kanan died. I know that still hurts for you. But I'm still here and I promise Ahsoka isn't going anywhere either. Neither is Jacen. I'll make sure of it myself. And I will bring Ezra back," she added fiercely.
Hera smiled bitterly. "It's better if you leave him out there. Even better if he's dead. Because if Ezra isn't dead, then that means the Force isn't done with him yet. That means Ezra is destined for more suffering. For more sacrifice and heartbreak."
The Twi'lek leaned forward, her eyes glassy with bottomless pain. "Leave him be, Sabine. Don't go looking for him anymore. If you love him at all, you'll let him go."
Sabine was silent. Then, in an icy tone, she replied, "You don't mean that, Hera. I know you don't."
Hera looked away, blinking rapidly. Then, quietly, she said, "You're right. I'm sorry."
She didn't know what to say to comfort Hera. It's clear her friend had been harboring some deep conflict over the fate of her Jedi loved ones. Sabine belatedly realized that her deciding to be a Jedi was, to Hera, probably adding to that conflict.
To that buried pain.
Jacen was destined to follow in his father's footsteps someday. Maybe Hera saw Sabine as a safe option - that she would never take up the mantle and responsibility one day and could be relied upon to never break her heart the same way that Kanan and Ezra did.
Sabine wondered if she ever had nightmares about burying her one day. Or Jacen. Or Ahsoka. Outliving them all.
She wanted to hug Hera in that moment so badly. But something in the Twi'lek's demeanor told her that it wouldn't be welcome.
She stood up and made to depart. "I'll let you get some rest, Hera. We'll talk later."
Still not looking at her, Hera gave the barest of nods in acknowledgement. Sabine turned to go -
"Sabine."
She paused at the hallway leading to the docking bay.
"Follow your heart. I'll always believe in you, no matter what."
Without turning around, Sabine said, "Thanks, Hera."
"Don't thank me," came the sad reply. "You're going to be a Jedi now. Just like Kanan and Ezra. I don't get to keep you anymore."
Sabine was quiet. Listening.
"You belong to the Force now. I know you'll do well. You always have. It's in your nature to rise and meet whatever challenges come your way."
Sabine felt touched by Hera's words, yet there was a chill in her blood from the solemn way she uttered them. Finally, she worked up the nerve to turn around and face her directly.
Hera just gazed at her, but not seeing her at all - seeing through her, was the better term.
Like she wasn't there.
Like she was already a ghost.
"You have an important role to play now, Sabine. And, just like the other Jedi I loved, you'll play it . . . to the very end."
*Author's Note: Hello! So, this is just a seed of a story. Sometimes, when I'm brainstorming ideas for Sabezra fics, I'll have these conversations/scenes between characters pop up in my head, out of context. I don't know if I'll ever include these in future fics but I've decided to just start writing them down and posting them here just to keep track of. I always have ideas bouncing inside my head for stories regarding Sabine, Ezra, and the Ghost crew in general, so there will be more of these little fic-lets, I guess the term is? Except these aren't really full-fledged stories. Just short scenes.
Anyway, the genesis for this is pretty simple: I've always been interested if Hera feels conflicted about all the Jedi in her life, seeing as though they've all been met with terrible fates. I find it odd that Hera in the Ahsoka series seems all onboard for Jacen training to be a Jedi, considering what happened to his father and Ezra (and Ahsoka, to a degree). As a mother, she has to feel some trepidation about encouraging Jacen to be a Jedi - especially in that day and age. And now with Sabine - someone who is like a daughter to her - resolving to take up the mantle of a Jedi, I wanted to write out a scene where all those buried negative feelings bursts forth. I'm realizing that this is probably veering Hera into out-of-character territory, but it makes for a really good, dramatic, and angsty conflict between her and Sabine.
#sabezra#sabine wren#ezra bridger#hera syndulla#star wars rebels#ezrabine#star wars#ahsoka show#sabezra fanfiction#ghost stories 01
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status: closed
pairing: billie & ezra
with: @darkwants
her shift at the club hadn't been the typical one. it had started off as a bet between her and one of the bartenders. she hadn't thought that she would lose but she had. since she had lost she had been volunteered for the auction. it was a charity event that the club ran once every few months. there was no promise of anything besides what the person was willing to give. she had never imagined that an outright bidding war would commence or that ezra would be the winner. he was a regular there and he had always tipped her well. she had been very confused that he had wanted to win her in the first place. though he had told her that he would collect later on so she knew it was time for her to get some rest.
of course she had to wait for all the others to go before she ventured out to the parking lot. billie hadn't exactly told many about her current living situation. she had managed to scrape up enough money to buy a van and convert it so she could live in it. it wasn't as roomy as some people would like but it got the job done. she swapped out the tight top and skirt for some pajamas. after having a small bag of chips and some water, she was clambering into her bed.
of course since it was cold out she was crawling beneath four blankets. she had a space heater but she didn't want to leave it on when she was asleep. it felt like she had just barely passed out when there was a loud banging on the side door. she groaned as she rolled over, at first thinking it could be a cop. she was rolling over to look towards it and going to flip on the light from the small lamp she kept. she was going to slowly move to begin to yank the door open only to freeze when she realized who it was," wh-what are you doing here?"
#c: billie#billie ft ezra#darkwants: billie ft ezra 01#darkwants#v: you were inside me like my pulse
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Dottie & Ezra || @buriedwithit
If her emotional support boyfriend was there, he would have reassured her that causing an allergic reaction wasn't her fault. Because she was alone, however, she had to reconcile the fact this allergic reaction was entirely her doing.
"Oopsies--!"
Dottie threw her handbag on the ground with the heavy, metal jingle of a dozen decorative keychains clinking together. Plastic crinkled as she rustled the bag's contents. The most expensive of her belongings were ziplocked, only to be touched with sterile gloves. With a small cry of frustration, she tipped the bag upside-down by Ezra's head. "Um, let's see!" she said, biting her lip. "Cooling mask, rollerball, taser, nasal spray, essential oils, tampon, desktop humidifier, pocket knife..."
Manicured hands fluttered over each object as she counted them off. She picked up a small, aerosol can and pointed the nozzle towards Ezra. "Um, I think this setting spray has aloe in it?" she said.
Ugh, this could be so damaging for her career.
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"hey, you have to stop..." she moans out, her hips shifting towards the hand he has pressed between her thighs, the friction of them moving against each other sending shivers down her spine. one of her hands is moving to grab at the wrist that's pinned between them, her delicate slender fingers grasping at him, nails digging in slightly as he applies more pressure to her clit, causing another moan to echo through the tiny room. "ezra." delta tries to keep her voice steady as she uses her other hand to push at his jaw, turning his face so they're looking into each others eyes. "we can't keep doing this."
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pairing: wren & ezra
with: @darkwants
she had decided to make a surprise visit to her friend. plus she wanted to know how everly was doing given everything. she knew that the blonde had dealt with a lot more then the rest of them in a sense. plus she was going a little stir crazy in her apartment. the sad thing was that there were still the wannabe reporters camping out in front of her building. thankfully she was able to get by them without too much trouble. since she didn't have a car she had gotten herself a uber. the trip wasn't a crazy long one since she lived in the middle of town.
to say she was surprised when she saw ezra's truck was an understatement. she had figured that he wouldn't be home. so she found herself walking up the front path and knocking on the door. the second that it opened she saw ezra and he didn't seem all that happy. in fact he actually seemed to be annoyed and she went to take a few steps inside," no offense but um i wasn't here for you." she didn't even look to see his reaction and instead glanced around. it became clear that everly wasn't home which probably explained why ezra looked like someone kicked his puppy.
"and apparently not here for everly either," she told him, slowly whirling around. she went to hold up the bag in her hold," so um, where is she? and why aren't you with her?" after all she had noticed that they were a packaged deal. something that she didn't understand but she wasn't going to rain on their parade. at least not yet and she took a deep breath," i guess i'm going to bother you until she gets back." mostly because she did not want to go home.
#c: wren#wren ft ezra#darkwants: wren ft ezra 01#v: hold me in your arms while i try to hold myself together
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❝ i'm grateful to you for thinking of me. ❞ says @faithleapz.
this isn't easy for the siren. hearing the words alone would be enough to make her run, slip out from under him and leave his head pillowed by the couch instead of her thighs, but he's coupled his words with a look so soft it could melt glass.
lor wants to run. normally, she would.
but the bump on his head looks red and painful, and her fingers have already numbed from holding the pack of frozen peas. she wishes she could numb her heart like usual, right now. instead, it thrums treacherously.
❝ yeah, yeah. ❞ it comes grumbled, but without any heat. absently, she's stroking her fingers through his hair and has to stop looking at him because it's too much. she feels exposed. her thumb brushes against his forehead. ❝ can't you just sleep ? i'm putting on jersey shore. ❞
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“Hello darling,” Tristan slid into the booth across from Ezra. His sources had informed him of the other man’s presence and he had been hasty to address it. For all their history Ezra remained a thorn in his side, the biggest problem being he hoped he didn’t need to clip it. Their history was vast, and Tristan would rather Ezra remain around just not currently. Not when their ideals were so vastly different. “I’m certain you’re aware I’d rather you not be here, and I’m not simple enough to ask why you are.” It was all too obvious for Tristan to point it out. “What I will ask, however, is what we shall do about it.” Two opposing sides and views. Unlike the Mikaelsons however, Tristan cared for Ezra’s wellbeing enough to want to find a peaceful resolution.
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a matter of even mere weeks ago billie never would have dared do such a thing. pleasure had been an unfamiliar concept to her for so long. it was why she had decided that day in her room that she wanted to get to know her body. never had she thought it would lead down the path that it had and with ezra, of all people. her face flushed as he admitted that he still thought of that very day," you-you do?" she remembered just how flushed and frustrated she had been. it had led her to not even caring about the fact that he had seen her in such a state.
she didn't dare try to pull her hand away or stop moving the wand against herself. already she had the feeling by the end of everything she was going to have left a mess on his sheets. her whole body felt like it was on edge. a whimper escaped from her as she realized that her orgasm was approaching. she barely heard what he was saying as she cried out helplessly. her hips bucked from the bed towards the toy as she grasped at the sheet.
it took her by surprise when he pressed his face into the pillow her head was cradled on. let alone when she realized he was laughing. something that she had not been expecting but she was a bit pre occupied. she was gasping for air, attempting to allow her body to come down from the incredible high. her eyes widened when he pointed out what she had done. before she could mumble an apology, he was slapping at her tits which made her gasp.
she barely realized that she had started to loosen her hold on the wand. though she quickly tightened it as she resumed the same circular motion against her clit. each slap that he delivered caused her to cry out as she wiggled on the bed. billie could barely focus on one single thing given the sensations that were hitting her body. her nipples were practically poking through the delicate lace of her bra. her hips arched up as she felt how wet she had become," pl-please!" she couldn't control herself as she realized that due to the amount of teasing that she was already close.
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There were times it felt like it was impossible for her to make the right decision in Caleb’s eyes, if she moved on she did it wrong and if she wanted him it wasn’t an option. While she knew Caleb well enough to know he didn’t want her miserable she couldn’t figure out what it was that would let him think she was making a good choice for herself. “I thought I was being smart when I decided to be with you, C…” It was mumbled but she knew he heard her, it just wasn’t worth trying to pick at something she felt he’d just deflect some more.
Defeated she shrugged up at him unsure of what to do but short of screaming at him to just tell her what he wanted her to do or be Ezra just shook her head, scoffing when she shouldn’t at her ex’s remarks about who he wasn’t. “Not what you’d usually have me call you.” Finally she pulled herself from the chair to her feet, “What are you here for then? Just to warn me I’m about to make another bad decision?” She didn’t so much as wave at the guy she’d shown up with on her way out, she didn’t wait for a response from Caleb either before making her way out towards the parking lot and towards the vehicle with too many memories attached to it. It wasn’t worth being out anymore, her mood was sour as her expression and it was him or an uber and she didn’t feel like waiting. “I’ll just take the ride now. Unless you think that’s wrong for me to do too.”
"Stop actin' like you don't get what I'm sayin' here." He could put up with a lot, but one thing he struggled to tolerate was someone acting more foolish than they actually were. "I'm not here to tell you what you can and can't do." Even if it did seem like that was exactly what he was doing... "I'm just sayin' be smart about whatever it is that you do decide to do." Caleb could feel it, that wall of frustration getting laid brick by brick in his chest.
He felt a pang of guilt - knew that he was being tough on her. Still, they'd broken up for a reason. Because she drove him up a damn wall and he knew that even if he cared about her, that didn't mean he was good for her.
"I'm not your dad, Ez." Hands slid in the pockets of his jacket, and he fished out his wallet, dropping a couple of bills on the table. "I'm not here to make sure you get home. You wanna ride now, you know where my truck is. Otherwise, I'll see ya when I see ya."
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hera Syndulla & Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger & Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla Additional Tags: Angst, Trauma, Mentioned Ezra Bridger Series: Part 1 of Ghost Stories Summary:
Sabine tells Hera about her decision to be trained as a Jedi and is met with a cold reception.
*All three parts are uploaded! I’ve made them into an ongoing series on AO3 since each different mini-story will center around Sabine and Ezra but also feature different rotating cast members of the Ghost crew, and others who know them, in various scenarios. These mini-stories will also take place during different eras, ranging from Rebels to Ahsoka to beyond. This story series will be ongoing because I always have fun little story ideas for the Ghost crew that aren’t big, epic one-shots or multi-chapter stories, so keep on the lookout for more to come!
#sabezra#sabine wren#ezra bridger#hera syndulla#kanan jarrus#captain rex#garazeb orrelios#ezrabine#sabezra fanfiction#ghost stories 01#ghost stories 02#ghost stories 03#star wars rebels#ahsoka#ahsoka show
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pairing: everly & ezra
with: @darkwants
everything had been last minute that day. she had been getting ready to head to the store when landon told her he had guests coming over. apparently they were going to have a poker night and he had volunteered to host. suddenly the small list of items she was supposed to buy and had tripled in size. of course that meant she had to wait for him to hand over the cash. of course he had told her that he wanted the house spotless and for her to not embarrass him by looking sloppy. she had spent a good three hours in the store making sure to get everything. after that she had to rush home to make sure to get the beers in the fridge.
everly didn't even want to be doing any of what she was. it was her first day off from the diner after a seven day stretch. all that she intended on doing that day was getting some much needed rest. instead she found herself getting food ready and then rushing for a shower. by the time everyone was arriving she had managed to get most things set up. she had met landon's new friends only once before. he had taken his project car into the garage to be worked on since he didn't know how to do something. she thought the whole thing was a waste of money since he didn't really know much about cars but she kept that to herself. of course landon had been the one to let everyone in since she was still getting everything ready.
she barely even realized that she wasn't alone as she arranged the vegetables on the tray. the blonde only just happened to glance up to see ezra standing there," oh! um, i didn't see you there," she admitted," um, did you need another beer? or something? the food is going to be out in a few minutes." for some reason she felt nervous around him and she wasn't too sure what it was.
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he was absolutely the bane of her existence. he had been ever since she had met him years ago. of course he had only recently become a thorn in her side recently. she rolled her eyes at how he seemed intent on making some sort of deal," you know you don't have to look out for me to get under my mom's skirt again, she barely pays attention so you don't have to wait around." she didn't know what game he was playing at but she wanted no part of it. besides it wasn't like she was plastered. it had been a very long day and now it had turned into an even longer night. her hand reached back into her purse to pull out her phone. only to finally glance up at him," you take me home, you don't walk me inside and you keep your hands to yourself, deal?"
ezra placed a hand against his chest, feigning being wounded by her accusation even though he knew evita had no reason to believe him and his thoughts towards her weren't the kind some pure gentleman would have. "as soon as you get in some sketchy looking car with some questionable looking driver that says they're your uber, i'll go home, how about that? and i'll make sure to write down the license plate number for your mother in case you don't pick up your phone tomorrow." dramatically phrased, but fairly accurate to how ezra thought of the situation. truthfully, he was surprised that more people didn't use ride shares or whatever they were in order to prey on drunk girls who wouldn't remember what happened to them, or who wouldn't talk even if they did. as far as ezra was concerned, she was taken a stupid risk, even if getting in a car with him was just as questionable of a choice.
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