#ezra 01.

[miju-khan]

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)

[mercy-grigoryan]

The kiss surprises her. Mercy raises a hand, fingers touching the spot where his lips had been on her cheek, as if wondering if he'd left a mark. Physical contact is still quite alien to her; she had touched devotee's faces through her window, brushed hands, even lips as she fed them the Eucharist. But this casual sort of intimacy is entirely new, and she doesn't know how to feel about it. It is something she will process later.

"There is strength in suffering," Mercy agrees, still absently stroking the hair back from Ezra's forehead. "I just hate to see it. I suppose witnessing it is part of the suffering I must endure."

the ghost of a smile upon his lips, ezra pulls up for just long enough to offer a peck on the cheek. without any lingering sludge, even. "you do enough as it is." true, but there's another part to his hidden reluctance—temporary delves into a less volatile being are fine, but who would he be without corruption? not himself. settling back down onto her lap, he adds, "what's life without a little suffering, anyway? it's how you know you're alive."

[illuminatedquill]

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.

[misaligncdarchive]

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?"

[lolipopchainscw]

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.

[lustbitten]

closed starter for @darkwants

"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."

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

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.

[spidersiren]

❝ 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. ❞

[demartcl]

@fleetingmcmories​

“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. 

[misaligncd]

continued from: here

with: @darkwants

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.

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

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.

[podcasts-8-my-heart]

[cjxricci]

Fishtown Tavern || @ezramolina

Pride was far from a foreign emotion to her when she'd never been shy in making her talents known. But she did feel a certain amount of pride when she thought of how many friendships she'd been able to keep up despite her busy schedule, especially those that had stood the test of time all the way from childhood. There was an ease and a simplicity that came with those dynamics. A lack of need to fully explain herself when she knew that they knew her well enough to either fill in blanks themselves or just understand where she was coming from. Or at the very least knew her well enough to not be shocked by whatever she told them. So when the opportunity came to carve out time regularly to see Ezra, she never hesitated to do so. Their catch ups were more often than not the highlight of her day and this time she'd managed to finish up her shift early enough to beat him to the Tavern. After grabbing them a beer each and snagging a table, she'd waited for him to arrive. But there'd been no patience in her greeting when he did arrive, just a wave to let him know where she was before she propped her elbows on the table as though she couldn't wait to hear what he had to say. "Alright, I'm all ears." Before he could argue or shift the focus back onto her, she was pushing the bottle across the table towards him. "I got the first round in, which means it's your turn to go first." She had never been that forthcoming with her emotions and that wasn't about to change now.

[illuminatedquill]

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! 

[misaligncdarchive]

status: closed

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.

[lolipopchainscw]

"Just to be clear, we're talking about the building that's practically a fortress? That Capitol Building?" he asked. "Rotating guards, state of the art pressure sensors, thermal cameras -- well, shit." Gilbert shook his head, but not in any form of dissatisfaction. "I can only get so hard, Ezra," he said, sarcastically. Call him intrigued by the prospect of breaking into a building with tighter security than most penitentiaries.

"Do they know you were there?" he asked. "Security always gets beefed up after a break-in. Most of it is theater to make the client feel safe before adjusting back to normal, but this is the Capitol Building." Ezra had his own foibles, his own reasons for wanting to break in. Not that his business mattered to Gilbert. He merely wanted to hear the catch. Jobs like these weren't offered out of the goodness of one's heart. Especially to bored thieves like himself, practically chomping at the bit for a black market unemployment line. "What do you want me to steal?"

"can't blame you for that. been there many times, myself." he sighs, almost wistfully. what he wouldn't give to be there now... but, no, no... even he has to insist upon getting things done every once in a while. he can just pay them a visit after! "i got into the capitol building. got a few plans out of that before i hit my snag. i think your lot might be interested in it. 'course... i know they're gonna want you in on security. they're practically begging for you to rob them blind."