#kanera musketeers au

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late to to game but three sentence fic of musketeer sabezra?

This took me a little while, but enjoy some S3 era vibes!

“You know, Hera called me a bad influence on you the other day,” Ezra informed Sabine.

The girl let out an offended huff. “Excuse me? I am perfectly capable of making bad decisions on my own, you know.”

“That’s what I said!” Ezra agreed as he maneuvered the picks he was using. There was another click from the lock, and he kept working as he continued, “I mean, you’ve done tons of crazy stuff before we even met. Didn’t you punch out a countess one time?”

“Oh, it was more than once,” Sabine said with great satisfaction. 

There was another click, and the lock gave way. Pushing the door open, Ezra glanced over his shoulder at Sabine, who was busy tying up a guard. “Ready to go?”

Hopping to her feet, the girl patted the swords at her hip. “Always. Let’s do this.”

[accidental-spice]

Kanera and either the Pacific Rim au or that musketeers au

Have some Pacific Rim AU

Thanks for the ask!!

Ask game

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My submission for the @swprequels-big-bang! I had a lot of fun writing this and working with the artist, it was so fun!!

First lines under the cut!

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It was pouring rain over the province of Lothal, and it had been for the past three days. At times, it would slow to a lighter drizzle, but by now the roads were turned to thick troughs of mud, and the skies seemed almost permanently gray. Anyone out in this weather would be soaked through and chilled to the bone in minutes, even with a proper coat.

The citizens of Lothal seemed to recognize this, as there was no one out on the streets. No one, that is, with the exception of one figure, huddled in a doorway, trying to stay out of the wind if not the rain.

Shaking a few droplets of water off of his face, Ezra gritted his teeth, trying to keep them from chattering together. There wasn’t any real way to stay warm—his clothing was thoroughly drenched, clinging to him heavily. Still, he kept his arms wrapped around him, trying to at least preserve some illusion of warmth.

He had a spot to hide from the rain, and had planned on staying there until it stopped. But his tower was miles from town, and he’d been out of food. Perilously so. So Ezra had pocketed his tools, a knife, and a few other essentials, and snuck onto an Imperial transport heading into the nearby town.

That was the first day, before the roads had become impassable. Now, Ezra didn’t have a way home, and he was running out of places to hide. He’d stolen some fruit from a vendor on the first day, and the man running the shop had promptly sent the Empire’s soldiers after him. So Ezra had spent all his time and energy avoiding them—hiding on rooftops and in barns until the owners found him and chased him out, sneaking around and barely finding time to sleep.

He’d almost nodded off in the doorway when he heard the tramp of boots through mud, and shrank back into the shadows, praying he wouldn’t be noticed.

Sure enough, two soldiers appeared around the corner, both wearing heavy cloaks to keep the rain out. “Can’t believe we’re still looking for this thief,” one grumbled in disgust. “If he’s out in this, he’s either long gone or long dead. Good riddance either way.”

“At least we’re not with the patrol near the Dume Library,” the other said. “That place gives me the creeps. They say the guy running went blind fighting a wizard who burned his eyes out with a magic blade.”

The first soldier scoffed. “No such thing as wizards. He’s just a washed up old warrior from a forgotten time.”

“Yeah, well, at least he’s warm. You think Kallus is gonna let up on this thief and let us rest?”

“Not a chance.”

The rest of their conversation was lost to the wind as they carried on, not even glancing Ezra’s way. But he’d heard enough.

The Dume Library. He’d never been—a street rat didn’t really have time or a reason to read, especially not Ezra—but he’d heard the stories, too. The ones about the madman who lived there. But the Imperials avoided it, it would be dry, and it was closer than his tower.Good enough for me. Reluctantly, Ezra stood up, wincing at the chill of the air around him. Glancing back over his shoulder to make sure the soldiers weren’t turning back, he took a deep breath, then darted out into the street.

[kanerallels]

I wrote today's @monthly-challenge fic as a kind of follow up to this prompt I wrote for a couple months ago for @auroramagpie. I just couldn't really get the world and the idea behind it out of my head, so I thought I'd write some more! Today's prompt from Spring Fling was garden, for context

The Dume Library was unusual for a lot of reasons. The foremost being its librarian— a blind man who was rumored to be an ex-musketeer, one of the more famous ones. It was said he’d worked alongside Hera Syndulla, who was one of the best, if not the best herself.

When asked about it, the librarian rarely gave a straight answer. Usually, he just laughed it off or made some joke, and gently turned the conversation to a different subject. So no one could be quite sure what the truth was.

(well. There was one person, but she was different. She had lived it.)

One of the other things that made the Dume Library unusual was the fact it had a garden. It was fairly large, starting at the front right side of the entrance, and curving around in a wide sweep of flower beds and vegetable patches, bracketed in the back by rose bushes, made its way to the far end of the property, where it took up a large chunk of the back yard area.

The back door of the library led out into it by a path that wound past a fountain and a bench looking out across the property, to the beds in the back. It was this path that Hera took now, down to where the figure of the librarian was hard at work.

She’d only been in this garden a few times since Kanan had finished work on it— though with a garden, one could rarely ever be truly finished— and Hera paused to admire it. It was something of a motley patchwork of beautiful flowers, glowing with colors and beauty and sweet smells, and of carrots and onions and potatoes, looking comfortably sturdy and inelegant next to the peonies nearby.

It was a strange sight, but one that was completely on brand for Kanan, and Hera couldn’t help but smile at the sight. At the memory it brought her.

“When we retire,” Kanan said thoughtfully, studying the elegantly trimmed rose bushes around them, “we should have a garden like this.”

Hera snorted in her champagne glass. “Like this?” she said, gesturing at the topiaries trimmed in strange shapes, the grass trimmed to just the right length. “Seems a little… fancy for you, dear.”

“I can be fancy,” Kanan scoffed. “But no, not exactly like this. I was thinking about the roses. They’re nice, right? And there’s a patch of lavender over there that smells amazing.”

Letting out a thoughtful noise as she scanned the crowd of the party they were at, Hera remarked, “I never took you for a gardener.”

“I’m full of surprises. Besides, nothing wrong with some good hard work. It’ll keep us busy once we retire. Assuming you ever plan to retire, that is.”

Hera rolled her eyes. “Sure, when the bad guys decide to retire.”

Kanan didn’t laugh, like she’d hoped. Instead, his face was serious as he said, “You know, the world’s never going to run out of problems for you to fix. But it is going to run out of time. You’ve got to decide what’s most important.”

Pushing down a swell of shock, Hera kept her face calm as she said, “You’re serious tonight, aren’t you?”

His smile came back. “I’m always serious about you.” Setting his glass on a nearby stone statue, he held a hand out to her. “Dance with me?”

They hadn’t danced then. Hera had spotted their target who’d been at the party when they were two steps away from the dance floor. And then there had been a chase and a duel that Kanan had joked was just as good as a dance, and another criminal was brought to justice.

Those days were long gone for Kanan. But the garden was here. And Hera could smell the roses as she approached Kanan, who was kneeling next to one of the flowerbeds, carefully pulling weeds.

“Hard at work, I see,” she said, and his head went up at the sound of her voice.

“I wasn’t expecting you today,” he said as Hera knelt next to him. She saw a smile tilt up the corner of his mouth, a smile that always sent a flutter through her chest, and made her want to smile back. “I’m glad I was wrong, though. How did the Pryce thing go down?”

“We got Sato’s son back,” Hera said. “And Pryce was taken into custody. Thank you for your help— we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Tugging up a weed and tossing it onto a pile to the side, Kanan said, “My pleasure, as always. How’s your new partner doing?”

There was no sorrow, no bitterness in the question. But Hera still felt a twinge of remorse tugging at her chest. “She’s… doing well,” she said. “Eager to fight, but she’s learning not to charge headfirst into things.”

“It’s a good thing she has you. You and I had to learn that lesson the hard way.”

Hera snorted. “With the amount she listens to me, she’ll be learning things the hard way, too. She’s more stubborn than either of us were.”

“Even you?” Kanan ducked as Hera swatted at him, grinning. “Alright, I got it. Well, you’ve put up with a partner far more frustrating than she is— you’ve got this. I know you do.”

“Thank you,” Hera said. She sat for a moment, watching Kanan weed around a bed of nasturtiums, somehow miraculously avoiding the flowers and only pulling up the weeds. Finally, she said softly, “I miss you.”

He paused, just for a heartbeat. Turning to face her, he quietly offered her his hand, and she took it. His fingers were smeared with dirt, but gentle as he squeezed her hand. “I miss you, too,” he told her, and Hera had to swallow back a lump in her throat.

She’d never wanted to leave her partner behind. And not just because he was the best with a rapier she’d ever met, or because his plans were crazy, but they worked. He could always pick up on what she was thinking, and fighting side by side with Kanan was almost easy. It was like a dance they both intimately knew the steps to, and they were far better together than apart.

But then, they’d gone after a mad man. They’d had backup, which they’d sorely needed. But in the end, she and Kanan had been separated. And the mad man had blinded Kanan and ran.

Things had been hard for a while after that. It had taken a long time for Kanan to heal, both physically and mentally. Hera had been by his side every step of the way, even as it became clear that his time as a musketeer was over, far too early.

She had, briefly, thought about retiring. About stepping away and staying with him as he figured out what his life would look like next. And eventually, Hera had brought it up to him.

He’d laughed. “Hera,” he’d told her, “not a chance. You have the ability to keep helping people, and I’m not going to ask you to step away from that. Not yet, anyways. Just don’t forget me.”

“I could never,” she’d told him fiercely.

And she hadn’t, even as their lives grew and changed without the other fully in it. He’d found a way to keep helping, and Hera had come to see him whenever she could. Things were different, though, and she hated that. Hated being without him.

“How long can you stay?” Kanan asked, as if he’d heard her thoughts. Sometimes, Hera really did wonder if he could. 

“At least through the night,” she replied. “Sabine’s visiting her family, so I’m all yours.”

“Good.” Rising to his feet, Kanan helped her up, not letting go of her hand. “Come on. You can help me with dinner, as long as you stay pretty far away from the stove.”

Hera laughed, and for a minute it was like nothing had changed. She held onto that feeling as they headed into the library together, and felt a little peace settle in her heart. She was with her partner, even if it wasn’t forever. It could be enough for now.

[kanerallels]

for the ask game, sabine and ezra in the musketeer au please? I feel like that would be very fun

FRIEND GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE I WAS LITERALLY WRITING ABOUT THEM SO RECENTLY but since that fic won't be posted for a couple months, have a low key preview:

“How did you even end up being a musketeer?”

Sabine glanced up from cleaning one of her blades, eyeing the boy skeptically. She’d only known Kanan’s apprentice for a day or two now. But she already knew that he was a troublemaker— sneaking around, eavesdropping on Kanan and Hera’s conversations.

That said, she’d been right there with him, so who was she to judge?

“My family are all warriors, too,” she told him. “Not musketeers, but they’re fighters. So I always knew I wanted to fight alongside them. But… things changed.” A pang of memory went through her, and she looked back down at her blade to avoid meeting Ezra’s curious gaze. “Then I met Hera. And she offered me an apprenticeship, so I took it.”

Everything had changed then. She’d left her past behind, and moved on, determined to become a musketeer. To become better. She still wasn’t really sure if it was working.

Glancing up, Sabine studied Ezra. “What about you? How’d you end up as Kanan’s apprentice?”

Ezra shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I broke into his house.”

“That checks out.”

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oooooooOOOOOooooooOoooh trick or treat!

*takes your hands* read this book. Please

Also have this:

The ballroom was crowded, filled with hundreds of partygoers, all clad in glittering costumes and fantastic masks. But Kanan only had eyes for one woman.

Closing the distance between them, he adjusted his mask, then stepped up behind her. She tensed a little, and he knew she sensed him behind her. "Fancy meeting you here, milady," he murmured.

Letting out an irritated huff, Hera muttered, "Will you stop messing around? We're trying to find a killer in a room full of rich sycophants."

"I'm as focused as can be..." Kanan trailed off as she turned to face him. Instead of her usual musketeer's gear, she wore a deep orange gown, the skirt trimmed with fluttering panels of orange and red. Her pendant sleeves were embroidered in gold thread like feathers, and her mask was gold and red with fiery patterns etched across it.

Okay, he thought. Maybe I'm not that focused.

"What are you supposed to be?" She asked, taking in his simple black and red outfit.

Clearing his throat, Kanan managed to regain his voice. "Uh, Scarlet Pimpernel. You gotta read more old books, Captain Hera. You're a phoenix?"

She smiled, and it set his heart aflame. "How'd you guess?"

[kanerallels]

Kanera for a musketeers AU pls & thank you :))

Not gonna lie I have very little knowledge about musketeers so I based this off what I do know, the Wikipedia article on The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas, and the ✨vibes✨

“Our main job is helping others, whatever else you may have heard,” Hera told her companion as they strode down the hallway together. “We fight injustice as best we can, and help those who need it.”

“I’m guessing you’re not big on the glory side of things,” Sabine Wren said dryly. Hera held back a smile as she glanced at the younger girl. They’d only met a few weeks earlier— Sabine showing up to request teaching, saying she wanted to be a musketeer. That Hera was the only other female musketeer she’d ever heard of, and she wanted to do the same thing.

“Glory isn’t my priority,” she said simply. “At the moment, my priority— our priority— is helping Monsieur Sato rescue his nephew. And to do that, we need to find out more about our enemy.”

“Right, Comtess Pryce,” Sabine said, nodding. “So… we came to a library to do that?”

Hera smiled, looking around the room they’d entered together— shelves lined up neatly, each one carved with a string of numbers representing the books and scrolls shelved there. Just looking around the place brought back memories. Not just of the place itself, but of the man who lived here.

Memories of duels and dancing at parties and blue-green eyes holding hers warmly floated through her mind as she replied, “It’s not about the library— though knowledge is one of our best weapons. It’s about the librarian.”

“What’s so special about a librarian?” Sabine said, frowning.

“Trust me,” Hera said. “This one is special.”

“Captain Hera, you’re too kind.”

The warm, familiar voice came from  one of the rows off to Hera’s left. Spinning to face it, she felt a smile cross her face at the familiar sight of Kanan Jarrus standing there. Dressed simply in green, his dark hair was tied back, a few strands escaping around his face. His beard could use a trim, and he wasn’t wearing the blindfold he usually wore, instead revealing the scars and his opaque gaze.

Oh, I’ve missed him. “Sabine Wren,” Hera said, “meet Kanan Jarrus. Former musketeer, and current librarian and information gatherer.”

“You were a musketeer?” Sabine asked, looking surprised.

“One of the best,” Hera said.

Grinning, Kanan said, “Not as good as you. What brings you here this time?”

“A kidnapping. We need information on Arihnda Pryce.”

Nodding, Kanan said, “Let’s see what I have.”

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can we get a director's cut for escape into the dume library?

Oh you most CERTAINLY can!!

So it was written for a fandom event that I signed up for and it took me. So long to figure out what to write lol. I was brainstorming and pondering and at a kriffing loss AND THEN it hit me

I'd written two other short ficlets in this au at this point, and enjoyed it immensely, but I hadn't actually delved into any world building or anything at that point. Not gonna lie, I pretty much made it all up as I went along. The rules for the event stipulated that it couldn't be primarily romance focused, so I decided to show how Ezra got adopted by Kanan!

Which was so fun, because I got to describe what the library looked like and explore a new version of Kanan adopting Ezra, and also reference a bunch of the books and stuff I was obsessed with at that point (there is. a tiny Dracula reference. Also the title is a book reference, which will surprise no one)

Another fun factor I had to focus on was the fact that I was writing a story that was going to end up with fanart of it at some point. So I kept that in mind as I wrote, and tried to depict some scenes that I felt would be good for being drawn! I like to think I succeeded well enough, because the fan art is miraculous

I really liked writing Sabine and Ezra interacting in this au, because instead of "instant crush mode", for some reason these two decided to act like two territorial cats upon meeting. They got along, eventually, though. I also am a little insane about all the implied Kanera lore because THEY HAVE MATCHING MONOGRAMMED SWORDS THAT THEY EXCHANGED SO THEY'D ALWAYS BE WITH EACH OTHER AND THEY FIGHT SIDE BY SIDE EVEN BLIND AND THEY'RE THE PERFECT FIGHTERS TOGETHER AND THEY ARE BOTH JUSTICE AND MERCY okay I'm calm now. said the liar

Fun fact, I wrote most of this on the way to and from the Badlands on a road trip! And I wrote the end sitting in my bedroom listening to my action scenes soundtrack in the dark on a Sunday afternoon (which is when and where I do my best writing. I don't know why I'm a vampire these things just happen)

I think that hits all the high points! I would like to write more in this au at some point but I just don't see that as a priority right now, and I don't have any specific ideas. Someday, though, with any luck!