#kanan x you

[lena-hills]

My Smut Wars 2023 first entry! I tried my hand at a pre-A New Dawn Kanan/Reader prompt for my beloved Spectre83 and it was surprisingly fun (and hot!) to write!

Excerpt:

At your raised eyebrow and skeptical expression, his face lights up in a grin. Deep-set eyes are sparkling with pleasure as that spectacularly defined chest leans towards you. Every movement he makes shows his enjoyment of this game of seduction.

It's only one night after all...

Might as well enjoy yourself.

Explicit, no archive warnings, Kanan/Reader

[wemecera]

fragment of full

[goblinintheblog]

In The Back Room Of The Bar

The life of a cargo transport pilot is a lonely one, but it suits you. You get to fly to every corner of the galaxy, seeing more sights than you could ever have dreamed of, all without being held down or tied to a particular place. If the peace of your ship and the chatter of your droid are ever not quite enough, there will always be a bar where you can find company. Tonight's company is someone you won't be forgetting for a while.

rating: explicit (sexual content); kanan jarrus/reader; 3.1k words

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The hour is late and the cantina is crowded and noisy. It’s mostly factory workers in this part of town, celebrating the end of another day’s hard work in service to the Empire, and the emphasis is very much on said service being over – until tomorrow, that is. You sit at the bar, nursing your second drink of the night, happy to watch the numerous and varied patrons enjoying their time off from your vantage.

The life of a cargo transport pilot is a lonely one, but it suits you. You get to fly to every corner of the galaxy, seeing more sights than you could ever have dreamed of, all without being held down or tied to a particular place. You’re good enough that the pay keeps your ship fueled and your astromech charged, but not so good to attract any unwanted attention – that’s a carefully walked line. And if the peace of your ship and the chatter of your droid are ever not quite enough, there will always be a bar where you can find company.

Tonight is mostly about soaking up the atmosphere, hearing the raucous laughter and snatches of music. You’re not opposed to something more, but tonight, you would be perfectly content to return to your ship with only the pleasant buzz of alcohol as a souvenir.

At least, that’s what you think, until someone slides into the vacant seat next to you.

He’s Human, male, and exactly your type. His dark hair is pulled back, tied at the nape of his neck, exposing the strong features of his face. His nose looks as though it has been broken at least twice, but it adds a roguish character rather than detracting from his features. A small beard sits at the end of his chin, elongating his face, and from there your eyes continue to travel down. His clothing hugs his chest, quietly hinting at more than a little muscle, something that is supported by his forearms, exposed by the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You would continue your appraisal, but you’re interrupted by his low, rough voice speaking to you.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” You look up to his face, where his teal-green eyes are watching you. “And I think I’d remember a face like yours.”

You’ve been to a lot of planets in your life – it’s not hard, in this line of work – and had the full spectrum of reactions from locals. In some places, no-one looks at you twice; in others, heads turn as you walk past. It’s nice to know a man as attractive as this one falls closer to the second group.

You take a sip of your drink, maintaining eye contact over the rim of your glass.

“Your memory’s not wrong,” you reply. “I’m only grounded for the night; dropped a shipment off a few hours ago, taking the next one out in the morning.”

“A cargo hauler? Not very glamorous.” His eyes glitter with wry humour.

“I prefer ‘transport pilot’; much sexier.”

He grins and leans in closer. “I wouldn’t say you need it.” His voice is almost a whisper, and you feel his breath warm against your ear.

“What about you?”

“Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. I go wherever there’s work, and work wherever I go.” He’s leaned back again, but not as far as he had been, so your faces are mere inches apart.

“So... a drifter?”

“I prefer ‘multi-talented’.” He smirks at you. “Much sexier.”

“Care to demonstrate one of your ‘talents’?”

“Of course – watch this,” he says with a wink, before turning to catch the eye of the bartender. He makes a few hand gestures, and a moment later a pair of drinks are set down in front of the two of you. One is the same as the almost-empty glass still in your hand, while the other looks like -

“Whiskey?”

“Corellian.”

“Vintage?”

His face twists into the equivalent of a shrug. “It’s pre-Empire?”

“6 years old isn’t bad. And that’s a very useful talent.”

“What can I say; I’m good with my hands.” His innuendo translates immediately to your mind conjuring an image of just what he could do with those hands. No doubt that was his intention but you play it cool, finishing the last of your drink to start the new one the stranger has bought for you.

“Please. You bought a drink at a bar,” you say, doing your best to sound unimpressed. “That’s hardly a talent; not like, say, flying a starship.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You’re saying you’ve got better hands than me?”

“I know my way around a steering yoke,” you reply with a coy smile.

He’s watching your fingers as you lightly trace patterns in the condensation that has formed on your glass. 

“Perhaps I’ll have to show you something more impressive, then.” He reaches out to take one of your hands in his. “Although, I’m not sure how I can compete with hands such as these.” He starts to caress your fingers.

“I get the feeling you know how to use that mouth of yours.” You gently break free of his hold to brush your fingertips over his jaw. His lips part as his eyes remain locked onto yours. You trace his lower lip, noting with surprise its softness, and his gaze becomes a smoulder. He turns his head a fraction, enough to allow him to take your finger into his mouth. 

Desire shoots straight to your core, starting a fire in the embers he has already stoked there. The wet warmth of his mouth drives you crazy, the rough press of his tongue making you want more. His cheeks hollow as he sucks on your finger.

“I think it’s time we took this somewhere a little more… private,” you say, unable to take your eyes off his mouth.

He releases your finger. “I know just the place.”

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[gherkinlizard]

some angsty kanera here for you :3

[emmer-g]

[ana-cantskywalker]

Ok but imagine Hera on Lothal, still on maternal leave from having Jacen, doing whatever she can to help rebuild the city while she can't be out fighting.

Imagine her, dead on her feet from having a baby but still helping the relief work to those most affected by the Empire. Helping the elderly who had been displaced for being less useful to the empire.

Imagine her meeting an elderly woman with teal-blue eyes that almost look familiar, and immediately feels a connection with her. The woman is kind and asks Hera why she is so weary, Hera tells her about Jacen. She gives her advice on how too get him to sleep through the night.

Imagine her talking about her own son, born all those years ago before the Empire even existed, with her eyes and his father's dark hair. Her little boy who she'd known was special since the day he was born, who had been chosen by the then respected Jedi to train among them. Her little boy who she missed dearly and worried about daily, especially when the Jedi were marked as terrorists.

Imagine Hera sharing stories of the Jedi that were apart of her family, and how much she missed them daily, about how she both worried and wished that Jacen had the same abilities as his father.

Imagine Hera asking her what her son's name was, on the miniscule chance one of her contacts might be able to find intel on what his fate was, and the woman responds

Caleb Dume

[flying-kanery]

rip Hera Syndulla you would’ve loved life 360

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ezra just can't figure out why you hate him so much.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ghost crew x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: requested, mentioned enslavement, reader is kinda mean, no use of Y/N

Now, Ezra wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, but what other conclusion was there? 

You had to hate his guts. You refused to look at him and you wouldn’t talk to him, not to mention the glare you weren’t at all trying to hide. Sabine told him to not worry about it, that you would open up on your own time. Somehow, Ezra doubted that.

Hera told him something similar about giving you time, and he understood why; it’d only been a week since your grand and harrowing rescue from the clutches of the Hutts (the crew had yet to tell him why you needed rescuing in the first place).

A few months into joining the crew, it became clear that someone was missing. Sabine’s room held the belongings of another, another person’s blanket and pillow situated on the bottom bunk. An utterance of a stranger’s name was sometimes whispered, accompanied by shadowed looks and a tense silence.

When he got up the nerve to ask, Hera had pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “There’s a reason you’re Spectre 7, not 6. Six is… somewhere.”

“How do we find them?”

Hera hadn’t given an answer, simply letting out a sigh and turning to go back to her tasks.

So the mystery of Spectre 6 lived on, remnants of this girl coming to him in pieces. Little jokes here and there about how Six would yell about this or how she would laugh at that. Ezra started to piece together an image of this girl in his head, imagining a smiling figure with fuzzy features, doing flips and handstands across his mind.

“If only Six was here,” Zeb commented into his comlink as he and Ezra balanced across a skinny support beam. “Little acrobat would come in handy.”

Kanan and Sabine stayed up at odd hours of the night when they weren’t aware Ezra was watching from around the corner, mumbling to themselves as they scoured databases for clues as to where the lost Spectre had gone.

“Bingo,” Sabine grinned, frantically tapping Kanan’s arm. “The mercenaries that took her are from Corellia.”

Kanan set a hand on her shoulder. Hope flashed in his eyes. “Good work. We’ll get her back soon.”

Whoever she was, she sure meant a lot to the crew. So much so that he started to grow bitter at whatever had taken her away—Ezra started to want her back just as much as the rest of them.

And so naturally, when Vizago crawled out whatever hole he dwelled in to drop off a message from the Hutts, Ezra was a rapt listener—it went something along the lines of, “Take back your sewer rat… for five thousand Imperial credits.”

“We don’t have that money,” said Sabine, her voice a new dangerous low. Her eyes lasered in on the table before her as a sense of fury rose within the common.

Zeb scoffed, his fists curling. “Why weren’t the Hutts out first guess? Of course they wanted her back.”

“Why?” Ezra asked without thinking. 

While Zeb’s eyes flashed darkly, Kana answered offhandedly, “Back before we found her, she worked for them—the Hutts—she was their prize weapon.”

“We got her out,” Hera said softly. “But a few weeks before you got here… she went out on a solo mission.” She hugged herself. “I shouldn’t have let her go.”

“She would’ve gone whether you let her or not,” Sabine quipped. “That’s how she is.”

Ezra stepped forward and set his hands on the table everyone gathered around, his eyes raising to assess his friends. “Let’s stop talking about it and make a plan. She can’t be safe there.”

The rescue mission itself was near flawless; Kanan and Hera went forward with a crate “full of credits.” Plot twist: there were no credits. Coming in behind them, Sabine and Chopper infiltrated the lower kitchens of the Hutts’ headquarters, taking out a few droids and taking one prisoner. With a few gentle threats, Sabine sent word to Zeb and Ezra exactly where Spectre 6 was being held. 

That was where the plan went awry; while Zeb was held back by a wary yet naive droid, Ezra slipped past unnoticed, casting Zeb a wave as he dove around a corner and headed deeper into the fortress. 

Finding the cell wasn’t much of a problem, nor was getting the door open—the problem at hand was getting you out of the cell.

You were curled into a shadowed corner like some kind of alley cat, eyes lifting to gaze upon him with nothing but contempt. From the moment he saw you, he had the sense you disliked his very being.

Somehow—he still wonders how—he managed to convince you he was with the Ghost crew, luring you out of the cell and leading you to where the others had started up a racket after getting caught with no payment. The final escape was slim, and your hair was singed from a too-close blaster fire.

Ezra noticed, eyes wide as he moved to swat at the slowly rising smoke. “Are you okay?”

You swatted him away, glare ready and waiting. “Fine.” And you disappeared, rushing deep into the ship with a frazzled Hera on your tail.

His every attempt at communication after was met with backlash. You really did seem like a cat in his mind, all hissy and skittish. 

“Be patient,” is what everyone told him, but really, it was getting out of hand. After three months of your return, you had yet to drop your hatred, and it was starting to interfere in missions. 

Just last week he’d been about to make a shot that would have saved time concerning a quick escape when you completely ignored his presence and tripped him. 

“Sorry,” you’d said, not sounding very sorry at all.

That wasn’t the end of it either.

“Do you need something?”

“Go be useful, if you can.”

“Could you be more amazingly purposeless here?”

Ezra had to give it to you, you certainly had a knack for tearing down a guy’s self-esteem. Each insult seemed to roll off your tongue so easily that Ezra came to correlate your voice with a bad day.

You could not possibly have made Ezra feel more unwelcome, despite everyone’s assurances that you’d warm up eventually. Ezra started to question the crew’s definition of eventually. He really hoped you would start to like him soon, because you were quite possibly one fo the coolest people he’d ever seen.

When you weren’t actively making his life difficult, you were training day in and day out, practicing acrobatics atop the Ghost. Not to mention, if he and Kanan didn’t have some sixth sense thanks to the Force, your movements would be deadly silent. You moved like a specter, like your feet never even touched the ground. 

Today was like most days in accordance with you; you ignored his existence save for the occasional backlash whenever he stepped into your vicinity, and Ezra was left to wonder after the dark and nearly forlorn look constantly trapped in your eyes (he always tried to despise you, like he could easily despise Zeb at times, but there was something in how lost you looked that stopped him).

Though, today was different. Every once in a while you took to the habit of taking his beloved helmet for reasons only the stars could know. On these days he could scour the Ghost to find you lazing about like a cat, donning his helmet as you stared at the expanse of sky from the gunner. 

So he immediately set out for the gunner of the ship, already preparing his quippy remark, only to falter when you were nowhere in sight. Ezra squinted at the vacant seat, zeroing in on the dual beskar knives safely in their sheathes. Beskar, he awed for the umpteenth time. He’d asked after them too many times to count, only receiving one answer from Sabine: “We used to have similar lines of work. She was very skilled at hers. That came with perks.”

And the mystery of you expanded, as it always did.

“Hey.” Ezra looked into the dimness of your and Sabine’s room, finding the latter at her desk fiddling with her recently damaged blaster. “You seen Six?”

“Why?” She sighed as her blaster sparked up again. “You gonna start problems?”

“Okay, one, I never start anything with her. Two, I just want my helmet back.”

Sabine threw her blaster down, frustrated. “Haven’t seen her today. You checked the gunner?”

“Three times, just in case she was hiding.” That got a laugh from Sabine, who shifted to stand and stretch. 

“Then I dunno how to help you, kid. She’s gotta be somewhere.”

That would have been fine advice, if for the rest of the day Ezra didn’t continue searching the recesses of the ship, his intent slowly shifting from demanding back his helmet to just making sure you’re still alive. 

Ezra burst into the common room around the time the whole crew was gathering to grab something to eat at the end of the day, his hands planted on either side of the door as he said with a sudden urgency. “Has anyone seen Six?”

Sabine had the nerve to roll her eyes. “Again with the helmet? She’ll give it back—”

“Has anyone seen her?” Ezra cut in to demand once more, scanning his eyes across the room. “Think.”

Only a moment passed before the others started to furrow their brows and shift around. Hera glanced up at Ezra. “Not since this morning.”

A murmur of agreement ran through the crew. No one had seen her all day, neither had they heard her voice from across the ship, shouting about something or other that someone had done wrong.

Thus, the manhunt began, but even when everyone was shouting your name throughout the ship, there was no response. Lothal’s moons had already risen about halfway into the sky. Creatures started to come out at this hour, varying from the wild things to troopers. 

You were out on the Lothal plains after dark, without your knives, and Ezra suddenly forgot every wrong you’d done against him. You were a pain in his ass, but if you were gone, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. 

Setting out was the easy part, Hera and Chopper staying behind to watch the Ghost whilst the others rushed into the night, armed with their weapon of choice. Ezra took one of the stolen speeders stowed away in the hold, swinging a leg over and taking off across the plains as Sabine took the second speeder in the other direction. 

Ezra tried to ignore the wind hitting his face and focused solely on the hum of the speeder, the sway of the tall grasses, and the sudden and faint flutter of a heartbeat somewhere in the distance. Over the course of his training with Kanan, Ezra took to secretly memorizing the sound of your spirit, not wanting to be on the receiving end of your notorious sneak attacks. 

Practically shutting off everything other sense, he leaned to the right, following the ringing of your heart and soul deeper into the plains. The grasses grew taller here, unhindered by farming, and rocks stretched high into the sky, forming a sort of labyrinth between them. He weaved the speeder in and out of several stone mountains, sensing the ring growing closer. 

The ground elevated into a slope as the rocks fell away to reveal dusty ground, and Ezra took a left at the very last large mountain. It opened up to a bluff overlooking the East. Ezra slowed the speeder to a light rev, the ringing now a strong buzz, and your heart a steady beat in his head. 

You were here, that was for sure. 

Cutting the ignition, Ezra stepped off the speeder and sauntered forward, eyes scanning the area. Just when the buzz and ring of the force grew too much, Ezra caught a movement ahead of him, and the sounds all fell away. A figure was sprawled out on the grass, shifting every few seconds like they couldn’t get comfortable.

Then the figure sighed, and Ezra confirmed it was you (he’d heard that agitated sound enough times to know it as yours). 

Ezra should have learned by now to proceed with extreme caution, but he had always been a stubborn learner, so he trudged through the grass uncaring of the crunching underfoot. You lurched upward like a frightened animal, eyes locked on him in her instant. Ezra instantly drew a mental image of a loth cat, hackles risen and fangs bared. The likeness was uncanny.

“What’re you doing here?” You sat back slowly, examining him carefully.

He nearly scoffed. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

Blinking blankly, you turned and plopped down on the grass, facing the plains. He stood for an awkward few moments before you snapped, “I’m fine. You can go.”

“Yeah, right.” He plopped down in the dirt beside you, a generous berth between you. “You scared the kark out of everyone.”

Your answer was instantaneous. “Why?”

Ezra paused, thought some, looked at you, and spat the awkward words out. “We care about you.”

You waited for the blow, the butt of the joke, but it never came, and you were left awkwardly staring at his profile. “Oh.”

“Is that a surprise?” he wondered.

“No,” you shook your head. “Not for the others…”

Ezra rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands, unable to take it any longer. “Can I ask you something? Why do you hate me so much?”

You blinked as if the question shocked you, and wasn’t at all valid. “What? I don’t hate you.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he scoffed. You huffed and turned away, crossing your arms over your knees. 

“Well, I don’t. You’re just…”

“Just what?”

Pursing your lips, your eyes darted back to meet his, brows furrowed. “Annoying.”

Ezra met your gaze back with a mirrored intensity. “And you’re rude.”

“I wouldn’t be if you’d leave me alone.”

“We’re on this crew together!” he snapped. “I physically cannot ignore you. So, if you could get over whatever grudge you have against me, that’d be great!”

“Don’t—” You got a grip on your emotions, averting your attention to the sky. In a softer tone, you warned, “Don’t yell at me.”

Taken aback, Ezra gave you an odd look, shifting to catch your eye. You just shifted further away from him, grunting something under your breath. You’d always been so haunted and withdrawn. No one would ever tell him why.

It couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Are you…” He hesitated, waiting till you cast him a glance. “Are you okay? Why were you with the Hutts? And what does it have to do with bounty hunters? Why—”

You sneered as your hand clamped down on his mouth, nearly knocking him backward. Holding his eyes in a glare, you huffed. “Just shut up, okay? You ask too many questions.” You plopped back down and retracted your hand. “Annoying, like I said.”

“I want to help you.”

“Did I ask?”

The silence was thick, broken only by the chirping of bugs in the tall stalks all around. You ran a hand over your face, almost trying to hide, before sighing and glaring at the sky. “Whatever… I used to be something of a bounty hunter. A weapon, more like.”

Ezra felt like that should have been obvious, and did his best to hold back his questions as you shifted uncomfortably. “Some bad people with the Guild found me as a kid, when I was just some nobody doing acrobat tricks for money. They thought I had potential, so they just… took me. Didn’t really matter. It was better than the streets, I guess.”

Tugging at your hair, you gave a little shrug. “They taught me a lot about killing and stealing and what-not. Long story short, I was sold to the Hutts like this shiny new assassin toy.” You pumped a fist. “Yay.”

He felt a little bad for grinning, sniffing as he nodded. “Then what? You got here somehow.”

“I’m getting there,” you gritted. You tried to look pissed, but couldn’t hold back a slight grin. “Sabine found me, like, a year before they found you. She was on a mission, and I tried to pick-pocket her. She chased me a mile around the city before she caught me.  A shorter story short, the crew helped me escape the Hutts, and the rest is history.”

One thing still didn’t add up. “How’d the Hutts get you back?”

“Oh, uhm… they caught me.” There is was again; haunted, a shadow crossing your eyes as memories played up in your head. “I, uh, didn’t think the crew would come after me, to be honest. I kinda resigned myself to a life trapped on Tatooine.” 

You caught his eye. “Then you showed up and broke me out.”

“Was that such a surprise?”

“Maybe. I mean,” you murmured whilst playing with the grass. “It didn’t take too long for them to replace me, did it?”

And suddenly, it all fell perfectly into place. All the hatred and coldness, the malice and contempt… you thought they’d replaced you. Really? Ezra coudln’t stop the laugh bubbling out of his chest, not even when you shot him a deathly glower.

“What’s so funny?”

“You just—What?” Ezra shifted ot his knees, beaming down at you as he shook his head. “They never replaced you. All I ever heard when I joined was about this mysterious crewmate they’d lost.” He flicked your forehead. “If they replaced you, then why’re you still Spectre 6 and I’m Spectre 7?”

You started to snap back only to stop short, gaping like a fish as you grasped for some kind of defense. You couldn’t find one, apparently, and promptly snapped your mouth shut. 

“I never thought of that,” you muttered at last.

No duh. Ezra barely held back a roll of his eyes. “Think about it then.”

You did (he could tell form your thoughtful sneer) and you slowly raised your gaze to look at him again. The haunting was still there, but your eyes were softer than they’d ever been when laid upon him. “I’m… sorry.” The way your face scrunched up amde it seem like ti was painful to say, your monotone going on, “The way I’ve treated you hasn’t been fair.”

“Thanks,” he said with a gentle nod, and an awkwardness settled around the pair of you. “So… wanna head back?”

Instantly you shook you head, returning your attention to the sky. “Not yet. Wanna watch the stars.”

He noticed your lack of jacket just as he shivered. “You’ve gotta be cold.”

“Eh,” you shrugged. “I’m fine. You can head back if you want.”

Ezra didn’t move an inch. All he could think wa sthat maybe, he was finally going to get to know the Six the crew knew. The one who laughed freely and pulled tricks. The one that played hide and seek with Kanan and was always so frustrated when he cheated and used to force to find you. 

So he stayed right where he was, lazing back on the grass to have a better view of the sky. “Nah. I’ll stay.”

You cast him a short glance as you laid back as well. “Okay…”

Only an hour later, when you’d fallen asleep and punched Ezra when he tried to wake you (“I’m sorry!” “Yeah, yeah.”), did you and Ezra head back to the Ghost. You kept falling asleep on him, forcing him to use one hand to steer the speeder and the other to keep you hands around his middle. 

Relief coursed through him when he caught sight of the ship, warm light flowing from the open hatch, a few silhouetted figures pacing back and forth. He pulled the speeder to a stop and leg you go, sighing even as you slid off and hit the ground with a thud.

Probably not the best choice, especially not when Hera bolted from where she sat and rushed to your side. “What happened? It she all right?” She glared up from the ground. “Ezra!” 

He raised his hands in surrender, trying to defend himself, when you groaned and blinked blearily around. “Why am I on the ground…?”

Hera gripped your shoulder and held your face in her palm, startling you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded hesitantly and tried not to seem too content with the soft touches. “Yeah? I was just asleep.”

Harsh footsteps echoed form the ship and out stomped Zeb moments later, rough around the edges per usual. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Uhm, out?” you replied, brows vaulted as Sabine rushed out beyond him. The whole crew stood around, all looking a mix of relieved and pissed. “I was just up on the bluffs…”

Hera let out a sigh and allowed you to sit up on your own. “And that’s fine, but you should tell someone before you disappear all afternoon.”

“I didn’t think it mattered that much.” You shifted around and stood to your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. 

No one really said anything, only exchanged odd glances, until Hera blinked quickly and set a hand on your shoulder. “You look cold. Come on.”

She made to guide you inside when you suddenly stopped, turned to Ezra, and grinned tightly. “You’re… not so bad.”

And with that, Hera dragged you into the warmth fo the Ghost, leaving behind you a fairly confused crew. All eyes fell to Ezra as he smirked and gave a simple shrug. Sabine offered up a smile of her own before she snapped and pointed at the boy. “Oh, you were looking for your helmet right?”

He’d completely forgotten. “Oh, yeah.”

She passed a hand over his hair, ruffling it up. “It’s under your desk, idiot.”

Ezra huffed, hiding the flush in his cheeks as he muttered under his breath, following after Zeb and Sabine as they headed inside the ship. The hatch rose up behind them and hissed shut just as Kanan came up beside Ezra, one brow raised. 

“So you two are friends now?”

He rolled his eyes at that. “I think so? She’s very cryptic. But, I don’t think she hates me.”

Kanan laughed. “That’s a start, I suppose.”

Ezra had to agree. 

And as time would pass, and your walls slowly tore down to reveal a human so bright and radiant, both you and Ezra nearly forgot all about the days you’d come close to murdering him. 

[daughterofthequeen]

Shadows

(Just imagine that’s season 3 and 4 Ezra in the gif)

Pairings: Kanan Jarrus x platonic!reader, Ezra Bridger x reader

Request: Hi love! Could I make another request?🥹 could you possible do Kanan X reader where Ezra and reader get into a fight and reader goes to Kanan for advice since they see him as a big brother?

Requested by: @theriseofshin

Warnings: Angst, fluff, arguing, reader is angry with Ezra, mentions of death, let me know if I missed something

A/n: This is in the same universe as my fic Contribution. This took longer than it should have sorry guys writers block, but I think it turned out ok(I hope). I also just realize this is more of a Ezra x reader than Kanan so if you want me to rewrite it or do another fic for you I will.

You, Ezra, and Sabine made it down the latter from the phantom to the lounge and to make your way to the command ship to inform Sato about the mission. Well, that was the plan anyway. You and Ezra have been bickering since you all made it back on the phantom, much to Sabine’s annoyance.

“What were you thinking?!”

“Ezra! Lay off it, okay?!”

“Lay off it? You were almost killed!”

“I had everything under control! I knew what I was doing!”

“Oh yeah, right. What would you have done if Sabine hadn’t been there to save you?!”

“I don’t know!”

Scoff. “Because there’s nothing you could’ve done!”

You groaned in frustration, turning around towards Ezra, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“Woah, woah, woah. What is going on here?” Hera asked stepping in between the two of you.

“Ezra here, has seem to forgotten that being apart of a rebellion means that there will be risks.” You answered.

“I know there’s going to be risk, but what you did wasn’t just a risk. It was a dumb, stupid, rash, and unnecessary decision that almost cost you your life!”

“Dumb?” You said lowly.

“Yes, dumb.”

“Okay! That’s enough! I don’t know what has gotten in the two of you lately, but let’s save it for later. Commander Sato is waiting to be debriefed on the details of your mission. Can you two do that without ripping each other apart?”

“No problem, Hera. I’m sure Ezra, will do all the talking anyway since he thinks I’m so incompetent.”

“I never said that.”

“No, but it’s what you meant.” You didn’t stick around to hear Ezra’s response. You made your way into the command ship, but not without bumping Ezra’s shoulder when you passed by.

It’s been 2 days since you’ve been giving Ezra the silent treatment. He has tried to get you alone to talk it out, but you aren’t ready for the conversation. Lately Ezra has been beyond overprotective. He would take charge on your missions if something went wrong, undermine your authority at times, and would cut you off at briefings if you were both assigned to a mission. You were absolutely sick of it, but you wanted to know what was going on with him so you went to the person who might.

“Kanan, you got a minute?” You were leaning in his door way nervously playing with your hands.

“Of course, come on in. What’s up?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation I just- I really need to talk to you. It’s about Ezra.”

“I figured.” Kanan smiled softly when you took a seat next to him laying your head on his shoulder.

“What’s going on with him, Kanan? He’s been overprotective, more than usual. I mean you should’ve seen him on our last mission, he acts like I don’t know what I’m doing. Like I’m going to screw everything up.”

“You know he doesn’t think that.”

“But he’s acting like it!” You stood up and began pacing around the room. You’ve been doing that a lot for the last few days. “I don’t know what’s going on with him. I was hoping you would.”

“No, I don’t. Give him some time or maybe if you actually talked to him, he might tell you.”

“No, I’m not ready to talk to him, I- wait a minute. How’d you know I haven’t been talking to him?”

“I didn’t. I mean-I just figured since you don’t know what’s going on with him then you obviously haven’t talked to him.”

“He’s talked to you about it. You know what’s going on! What is it!?

“Oh no, that’s not for me to say, you need to talk to him yourself.”

“Kanan, please. I can’t talk to him.”

“And why not?”

“Because if I do I think I might actually cause him bodily harm. I am that upset with him.” Sighing you returned to your spot next to Kanan. “Because regardless of the reason it doesn’t give him the right to act the way he’s been acting.”

“You’re right, but you should still talk to him or else you’re never going to understand him, why he’s been acting the way he has, or how to fix it. Communication is important for any relationship. Even one as strong as the two of yours.”

“Fine. I’ll talk to him. Later. I’ll just chill in here with you for now, join you in meditation?”

“Or you can talk to him now.”

“Oh come on, Kanan-” You were cut off by a knock at the door. You turned back towards Kanan who only motioned his head towards the door.

Having a good guess about who it was at the door, you begrudgingly went and opened it coming face to face with those big beautiful blue eyes you fell in love with. Except right now they looked dimmed until he realized it was you at the door at which he immediately started rambling.

“(Y/n). I’m so so sorry. Look, I-I know there’s no reason or explanation good enough for how I’ve been treating you, but if you just let me explain I can tell you why I react the way I do. I’m not saying it makes it ok, but-.”

“Ezra!” He stopped talking hearing you yell his name. You were pinching the bridge of your nose. One of the many things you do when you’re frustrated that Ezra finds cute. Even when you’re mad at him he can’t help but admire your beauty. You took a breath and looked back at Kanan, who was already turned towards the two of you and gave you a subtle nod. To which you sighed again and turned back to Ezra.

“Come on, let’s go to my room to talk.” As you pushed past him you grabbed his shirt to drag him with you.

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“What is it?” You asked while sitting down on the edge of your bunk.

“(Y/n), I am so sorry. I talked to Kanan and Hera, who both helped me realize how wrong I’ve been. Regardless of the reason and the intentions behind my actions, they were still wrong and for that I apologize.”

“I can protect myself, Ezra.”

“I know that. I never thought you couldn’t. That’s not the reason.”

“Then why? You have been overbearing, overprotective, dismissive of my authority, distant, and just down right hurtful with some of the things you say, Ezra. I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“And I’m going to tell you everything.” He sat next to you resting his arms on his thighs, and taking a second to think about how he was going to tell you. “I’ve been having nightmares about you.”

“Nightmares?” Ezra nodded in agreement.

“Regular nightmares or force vision kind of nightmares?”

“I can’t tell.” You could tell Ezra was worried.

“Ok? Have you tried meditating on them?”

“Yes, and it does nothing.”

You went quiet turning your gaze ahead of you in thought. Ezra sat there with his gaze on the floor.

“I’m not taking any chances. Yes, I’ve been overbearing, I know. But I rather you be angry at me and alive than risking anything that happens in my dreams.”

“I understand that Ezra, but even so I still need you to stop.”

“What? Even after what I just told you?”

“Ezra, we have a war to win.”

“I know-“

“And we can’t afford to be down even one man. You can’t risk a mission because you’re trying to save my life. This war is bigger than all of us. There are countless people who have died for this rebellion because they believed in a better galaxy, a galaxy without the reign of the Empire. I have no right to do any less than them. Regardless of how you feel about me. I’m going to do everything in my power to help our cause including giving my life for it, and I’m know you feel the same way.”

“You wouldn’t be saying this if it was the other way around.” You could tell Ezra was definitely upset now he wouldn’t even look at you. His eyes locked on the door, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, his hands clasped together tightly in frustration.

“Maybe not, but either way I would still have to respect your decision just like I need you to respect mine.” You reached forward gently taking his cheek in your hand and turning his head to look at you to which he didn’t fight. “You’re letting fear cloud your judgement maybe that’s why you can’t see through the force. A Jedi is never supposed to act out of fear or anger you know that.”

“I do. Kanan said the same thing.”

“Good, listen to him. Stop worrying so much Ezra because even if something were to happen I would never truly leave you. I will still be right by your side even when you can’t see me.” Ezra frowned at the thought. It wasn’t something anyone could deal with lightly. You could see the battle in his eyes. A look you’ve seen before, back when he was using the sith holocran. You pulled him into you running your fingers through his short hair as he clinged to you. “Everything will work itself out, Ezra. I promise.” Feeling his body relax before he pulled away to lean his forehead against yours. His eyes are closed from exhaustion.

“Come on.” You stood while grabbing his hand pulling him along.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see Kanan, and we’re all going to meditate because you need it, I need it, and I’m sure Kanan definitely needs it having to deal with us all the time.”

“We’re not that bad.”

“Yes, we are.” You chuckled.

“You think so?”

“I know so.” This time Ezra chuckles pulling you into his side as you both walked to your master’s room to get rid of the barrier of fear that has been keeping you apart. You’re not worried though because you love Ezra with everything you’ve got, and he you, and loves conquers all.

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A/n: Oh my goodness that ending is so cheesy. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long again. Writers block is not to be messed with. I couldn’t think of anything to write or any ideas for future fics. It’s an absolute nightmare. But again I’m sorry it took so long, but I don’t post anything until I feel like I like it or at least can tolerate it. I’m so happy you chose me to write this for you. I hope the rest of you guys enjoy it as well. There are also two references in this fic from a tv show and movie that I love, if one you catches them let me know and we must be friends. Till next time👋.

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

Hera: I hate your hair Kanan: best I could do without a mirror

kanan, you’re blind???

[malvampi]

Aaa quick Kanera birthday drawing for @norppalintu since it's their birthday!! Happy birthday Nomi, I hope you have a lovely day my dear!!💖

[dorkyfangirl24]

Ezrabine is one of my fav ships. Ik a lot of people only see them as “Space Siblings” but I can’t help but ship them. The way that Ezra had a HUGE crush on Sabine and then realized that maybe he should try being her friend instead, was cute because it paved the way for them to become so close. I think Sabine didn’t realize she had feelings for Ezra until she stayed on Krownest, and realized just how much she missed him.

Then when Ezra came to help with Saxon and getting her father back, just cemented her feelings. I do think tho that she decided not to tell him for fear of being rejected, and left like she had been so many times in her life. Ezra also didn’t say anything because of the fact that Sabine had told him many, many, MANY, times that she wasn’t interested and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable again or get rejected for the millionth time.

When Kanan dies, things change. They are dealing with their grief and with consoling Hera, on top of still fighting for the rebellion. Even tho, they both know that time isn’t guaranteed, and that life is precious and to not wasted time with the people you love, there just wasn’t a time to tell each other and then it was too late and Ezra was gone.

The Ashoka series gave us soooo much hope, (and is STILL giving hope), with the way that Sabine, stayed in Ezra’s tower, wore his clothes, still kept his lightsaber, helped Lothal, dreamed of him, and waited TEN FUCKING YEARS for Ashoka to find a way to find him. Then, when presented with a choice of making sure that Thrawn has no way of coming back but potentially never seeing Ezra again or risk Thrawn coming back but seeing Ezra again, she chooses EZRA OVER STARTING ANOTHER WAR!!!!!!!! SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!!!! I mean you don’t do all of those things for a SIBLING! (This coming from someone with a twin brother). Also Ezra never got over his crush, he just shoved it deep down, and without realizing it, it turned from a childish crush, to a real, deep, mature, mind-blowing love.

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE DAVE

Even if Dave doesn’t make them end up in canon, they belong together in my heart, and so I will continue to ship and feel they belong together

OK DAVE!!!! YOU CANT STOP ME BITCH!!!!!

[rory-bor-e-alis]

tfw you realize your kid is a Jedi

[heartofroses112]

rewatched Mary Poppins Returns yesterday, and not only did i immediately burst into tears when she started singing “The Place Where Lost Things Go” but i also have like three new post-Rebels fic ideas based purely on the lyrics of that song so get ready for that someday

[starwarsbean]

Love Against the Odds

Warnings: Fake Dating. Alternate Universe. Smut/ Fluff. Sexual tension.

Pairing: Tech x F! Reader

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you’re having a good day! This is the second chapter to this series. I’m still unsure of how many chapters there will be. If there are mistakes so sorry it’s late for me. Just let me know. Please heart and share. <3

Summary:

We see Techs part of the storyline. Understanding his part of the story.

Chapter 2

Tech was sitting at his office. Typing a way on his keyboard. Taking small sips of his black coffee. He was setting long term plans for the company making sure the company reaches their goals. Techs intelligence, dedication, and determination made him succeed in his role. His analytical skills helped him guide the company in the right direction. Tech always thought things logically and rationally. His mind was focusing on work most majority. The other half of his mind was on his brothers and Omega. Tech always cared for them deeply. He had his own way of showing it. His head was always typing away on the keyboard working on a new project. Tech knew he was a critical boss and can come out as harsh. He never intends to be so critical, but it’s common knowledge to him. He is blunt on his employees. Articulating what he wants done. Most majority of his employees did not enjoy being around him at any events or even enjoy working on a project with him. They would all walk away when he walked into the room. Even small talk would lead to them excusing themselves awkwardly. Tech felt like an outsider regardless if he was in a high position. Sometimes he would get rather lonely.

“Sir, your phone is ringing it’s your brother Hunter.” Techs assistant walks in to inform him.

Tech nods his head and picks up the phone. Techs assistant quickly walks out the office room.

“Hunter, what is it?”

“Good to hear from you too tech.” Hunter says sarcastically.

“What is it? I’m currently working and I have an important dinner tomorrow.” Tech ask a bit annoyed.

“Yeah you’re always working tech. How about you come swing by for a game tonight. Wrecker and Omega really miss you.” Hunter says.

“Well I’m really busy and I don’t know if it’s certain I’ll be done by the time.” Tech looks at the time.

“Well how about you take a break for your family and just come by. Bring your work with you.” Hunter says. Omega is in the background begging for tech to come.

Tech hears Omega wanting him to come by. He sighs.

“Alright I’ll come by just for a few minutes.” Tech says giving in.

Omega grabs the phone away from Hunter and thanks tech for giving in. Hunter grabs back the phone and laughs.

“See you then Tech.” Hunter hangs up

Tech looks at work realizing he’s almost finishing his work. He continues to concentrate till it’s time for him to go. Tech packs up his stuff when he’s finished. He heads to hunters place. He stretches his long arms and his neck. Feeling a bit stiff from typing all day. Tech arrives at Hunters place. Omega opens the door before tech can even knock.

“Tech! You came!” Omega says happily. Her blue eyes full of joy from her brother visiting her.

“Well I don’t think I had a choice.” Tech says with a little smile.

Wrecker pops by the door and punches tech shoulder playfully. Making Tech roll his eyes at his brothers action. Wrecker laughs while he teased him. Tech walks inside and goes to sit on the couch.

“Good to see you too Wrecker. Didn’t think you’d be so excited to see me.” Tech says while pulling out his work from his bag.

“Oh come on you brought work with you? We’re suppose to play a game!” Wrecker looks at tech confused.

“Yeah Tech we want you to play the game with us. You’ll like the game. It’s very strategic.” Omega says while sitting next to tech on the blue couch.

“Sadly, as much I want to beat you both at this game. I have lots of work to do.” Tech says while typing in his keyboard.

“Come on Tech.” Omega pleads.

“Omega…Wrecker.. I told you both Tech was busy. As long as he’s here. We get to enjoy his company.” Hunter says coming from the kitchen with some homemade nachos.

Wrecker walks over to eat a chip. Omega rolls her eyes in defeat. She groans as she sets up the game. Tech notices the changes in Omega. Realizing she’s getting older. Her blonde hair grew out a bit more. She was a bit taller too.

“Tech! Do you want some nachos?” Hunter ask while placing the nachos on the table.

“Not right now.” Tech says.

Wrecker and Hunter shrug, eating their nachos.

“When are Echo and Rex coming back from their double date?” Omega ask giggling.

“Look at you being nosey.” Hunter says smiling at Omega.

“I’m just asking that’s all. Maybe they will want to play since Tech can’t.” Omega says with a smile.

Tech looks up from his work. He pays attention to what they’re talking about.

“Rex and Echo went on a double date?” Tech ask getting amused at this conversation.

“Yeah Tech something you should be trying.” Wrecker says while laughing.

Tech rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“I have no time for romance. Or any sort of relationship. It is not something I want to try.” Tech says firmly.

Hunter and Wrecker sigh. Omega pops a nacho in her mouth.

“Tech.. maybe you could try dating out. You’re always caught up in work. Sometimes you don’t realize what’s out there till you try.” Hunter says while scratching his neck.

“Yeah you’re so caught up in work. You hardly see us.” Wrecker buts in

“Nonsense. I do not need to try. I’m busy and that is all.” Tech says sharply

“Maybe if you found someone you love you would be a lot happier. There’s more to life than just working your life away.” Hunter chips in.

“I am happy. I finish my work and I go to bed. My routine is on schedule.” Tech looks up at Hunter and Wrecker annoyed

Hunter and Wrecker look at each other and sigh knowing that they tried.

“We just care about you tech. We just wanted to see you try something out besides just work.” Hunter says.

Omega looks at them. She frowns then looks back at the game. Hunter noticed Omega starting to look down. Wrecker and Hunter sit on the floor with her and begin playing the game.

Tech sighs softly as he looks at them. Why would falling in love help him? It only leads to disappointment from seeing his brothers past relationships. Dealing with relationship issues was not worth it. Just because you love someone? It didn’t make sense to tech. Then again he never tried falling in love or meeting anyone. Work was his main focus and his life. No one could possibly change that…

Rex and Echo walk into Hunters place. They both are extra happy. Rex had a certain smell of perfume. It was so strong it made Tech nose clench. Echo had a smile on his face.

“Guessing you both had a good time on your guys double date?” Hunter says with a smirk.

“It was pretty nice. She was a great women. Most definitely will be seeing her again.” Rex says.

“I’m doing the same thing. My date was kind and understanding.” Echo says while cleaning the table of leftover nacho cheese.

“Glad you both had fun. Maybe you guys can bring them over so we can meet them.” Hunter says happily for his

Tech listens to their conversation. Feeling a bit annoyed. He was truly happy for his brothers dates going well. He just wanted the whole dating conversation to get out of the room. He notices an error in the dinner menu. He messages one of his employers annoyed. Due to his irritability from his brothers he was being a bit critical on Heras error. She was one of his best employees, but he was in no mood for errors. After finishing the messages. His brothers call his name. Tech looks up.

“Tech, are you almost finished?” Wrecker ask.

“No. One of my employees made a mistake for tomorrows dinner event. Now I have to make sure they correct their error.” Tech says firmly.

“Will there be single people at the dinner event?” Wrecker says with a laugh.

“I am unaware and do not care. That is not my main objective at tomorrows dinner event.” Tech says sternly

“I wasn’t asking for you. I was asking for myself.” Wrecker looks at Rex with a grin.

“In that case I do not know.” Tech looks at them.

They all just nod and get back in to the game. Echo and Rex try out the game with Omega. Everyone expect Tech was screaming in fun. Hunter laughs as Echo loses to Omega. Tech looks at them feeling a bit left out. He packs up his work to head home. Not wanting to ruin their fun.

“I’m going to get going. I have lots of work to do.” Tech says.

Everyone waves bye to Tech. Before Tech leaves Hunter pulls him to the side.

“Tech, from what we said. We’re just worried about you. We just want you to experience other things besides just working.” Hunter says putting a hand on techs shoulder.

Tech looks down and thinks. He knew his brothers were worried about him working all the time. Tech thought nothing of thinking it’s part of life. His honey eyes behind his goggles look around the room. Avoiding eye contact with Hunter.

“I understand your concern. I must get going.” Tech says while shutting the front door behind him.

Hunter sighs as he watches Tech leave. Omega and Echo call Hunter back over to play the game.

Tech gets to his own place. Placing his work on his table. He goes to look what’s inside his fridge and cabinets. Realizing he forgot to go grocery shopping. Not having much food nor was he in the mood to cook. His stomach grumbling. He makes a reminder to send his assistant to pick up his groceries. Tech grabs a granola bar and a cup of vanilla yogurt. He eats it fast from how hungry he is. The crumbs of the granola bar falling down his shirt. Feeling annoyed of the mess he made. The crumbs falling on the kitchen floor. He finishes his snack and cleans his mess. Finally receiving a email on the correct forms from Hera about tomorrows dinner event. He goes over the details and list of names. He sees a brand new name he’s never seen before. Thinking of how nice the name is. Wondering if he’s met this person before. Techs alarm goes off for him to shower and get ready for bed.

As Tech lays in bed he starts thinking of what Hunter said. Did he really need to date? Why was it so important to experience? He pulls his blankets over his body. Tech did not understand the concept of dating. How dating works is not logical and super complicated. It was odd to Tech to think of love. He never thought of the idea of him dating. The questions continue to wonder his mind. Did he even need the experience? Yeah, it would be nice for him to find that person to spend the rest of your life with. Even start a family with. But, Tech knew he none of that would happen. His work was his purpose, not love. An idea pops his mind. Fake dating would work. He wouldn’t have to fall in love and deal with the reality complications of dating. His brothers would stop nagging him. Tech could continue his work while tricking everyone. It was a brilliant idea for him. Something he should’ve done years ago. Tech slowly writes down his idea. After, he finishes he lays back down. Wondering who would even agree with this idea. Tech drifts off to sleep.

[itsjayro]

Everyone freaking out about the acolyte pop song, but I’m like Taylor Swift has multiple albums about the ghost crew….. so what’s the big deal? 🤷‍♀️