#swr fan fic

[kanerallels]

Finally, I have a fic worth posting for @jacensyndullaweek! (although I do have one thing that I'm gonna end up posting late that I want to share)

Prompt: Culture/Heritage

Rating: G

Read here on AO3!!

1. Sabine

“Are you sure Ezra’s gonna be okay with this?” Jacen frowned at Sabine as they headed into the cockpit of the New Dawn.

“Rule number one of art as a Mandalorian,” Sabine said. “Never ask. Just do. Unless it’s Hera’s room. Then you ask. Besides, the Dawn needs a little brightening up. No ship should be entirely gray.”

The boy wavered for another second, then grinned. “Okay, cool! Where are we starting?”

“That’s more like it.” Sabine paused, turning in a circle. “That wall,” she said, pointing. “You start there, and I’ll start on the other side.”

“What should I paint?” Jacen asked as she passed him the box full of small finger paint cans she’d bought just for this— it was a good place to start for a beginner.

Pulling out her paint guns, Sabine said, “Whatever you want. If you don’t know, start with a feeling. Or something you know. Just don’t hesitate. When you’re doing graffiti, you need to be confident. Got it?”

Jacen nodded, his eight-year-old face screwed up into a serious expression as he pulled out green and blue paint. “I got it.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

2. Zeb

“Okay,” Hera said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Zeb recognized this expression— she’d worn it about a thousand times while lecturing him and Ezra back in the day. “Run it past me one more time. How in the name of the Force did you break your arm, Jacen?”

Wincing, Zeb said, “It was an accident, I swear.”

“It was!” Jacen agreed earnestly, struggling to push himself upright in the hospital bed and wincing slightly. Hera pressed her lips into a straight line— never a good sign.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Kanan offered from next to Hera. His expression was serene, and he brushed a gentle palm against Hera’s arm, which seemed to calm her a little bit.

“Right,” Zeb said. “So, I was talking to the kid about some of the old sports they had back on Lasan.”

“And there was this one where the greatest warriors would jump from rock spire to rock spire, show off their climbing skills,” Jacen said, his eyes gleaming. “So I asked Uncle Zeb to show me—”

“—and he asked to try it out—”

“—and I fell,” Jacen concluded.

Throwing her hands in the air, Hera said, “And you didn’t even think about the fact that Jacen could get hurt doing that?”

“Well, Lasat cubs usually didn’t,” Zeb offered. “I guess I forgot that humans have more fragile bones. No offense.”

Kanan let out a choking noise that Zeb immediately knew was a snort of laughter, and hastily disguised it as a cough. Hera shot him a sideways glare, but her expression softened a few seconds later as she sighed.

“Thank you for trying to teach Jacen, but you do need to be careful. Next time, maybe start with something a little easier? Or make sure Kanan or Ezra are there to catch him?”

“Absolutely,” Zeb agreed. 

As Hera turned to talk to the approaching doctor, Jacen leaned towards Zeb. “Can we try it again when my arm gets better?” he whispered.

“Only if you get better at not falling,” Zeb whispered back. “I don’t want your parents to skin me alive.”

“Deal!”

3. Kanan

“Hey, Dad?”

Kanan lifted his head, pulled out of his meditation trance by his son’s voice. Tracking him to the doorway to his and Hera’s room, he waved for him to come in as he said, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

He heard Jacen move into the room and drop down into a similar posture in front of him. “I’m doing this school project— we’re doing family trees,” he explained. “And I need your help.”

Kanan chuckled. “With this family, I’m not surprised. Where’d you get tripped up? Miss an aunt or uncle?”

“Nah,” Jacen said, his matching grin clear in his voice. “Grandparents, actually. I got Grandpa Cham and Grandma Eleni on Mom’s side, but I don’t really know any on your side.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Kanan said, “Well, you and I are in the same boat there, actually. I never knew my biological parents.”

“Okay— so should I just leave it blank?”

Kanan frowned, stroking his beard. “You could,” he said slowly, turning the question over in his mind. It might have been easier just to leave it that way. But the point of these family trees— he assumed— were that the kids didn’t forget where and who they’d come from. The people who’d shaped their lives before those lives had even really begun. “Let me show you something,” he told Jacen, getting to his feet.

He knew the layout of the room well by this time, and it was a matter of ease to step over to the shelf nearby and pull down one of the holodisks stacked there. Turning it on, he let it rest in his palm and held it out to Jacen. “What do you see?”

“Um, two people— a man and a woman. Looks like they’re posing for a picture,” Jacen said. “The woman has braids, and she’s laughing. The guy’s more serious, but he’s smiling a little. He’s taller and bald, looks like he has darker skin than the woman.” He paused, then said, “They’re both wearing Jedi robes. Are these—”

“The woman is my master, Depa Billaba,” Kanan said, turning off the holodisk. “And the man is her master, Mace Windu. A friend recovered this holo for me a year or two ago. It’s the only thing I have left of them.” Reaching out, he pressed it into Jacen’s hand. “They are as close to family as I ever had.”

Jacen was silent for a moment, and Kanan waited, knowing his son was thinking. “Thanks for showing me, Dad,” he finally said.

“Any time, kiddo.”

4. Ezra

“Why are we going here again?”

Ezra glanced at Jacen, who was bouncing on his heels with impatience. “I thought you said we were going to do Jedi stuff,” the fifteen year old pointed out.

“We are going to,” Ezra said truthfully. “We’re just making a stop first.” Looking both ways, he started across the street, keeping one eye on Jacen as he followed him. The kid had finally outgrown his habit of forgetting to look before he leapt— mostly. At the very least, he looked both ways before he crossed the street now.

He was still willing to throw himself headfirst into situations, though, not unlike both of his parents. That included Jedi training, and Ezra knew that he should be just as excited as Jacen was for this.

And he was, really. He was just also pretty sure Kanan had chosen wrong, and that his old master should be training Jacen himself. 

But that wasn’t the point. Right now wasn’t actually about that. Right now was about visiting somewhere he hadn’t been since he’d gotten back from the Unknown Regions, and showing Jacen a new piece of Lothal.

Turning a corner, he spotted the old warehouse. Even just the outside looked different than it had in the years during the war— no guards, and the door was wide open.

He looked at Jacen. “Did your mom and dad ever tell you about this place?” When the boy shook his head, Ezra explained, “During the war, this was where the main black market congregated, particularly around Life Day. I used to come here all the time— mainly when I was by myself, but I came with Kanan and the others a couple times.”

Starting towards the entrance, he continued, “But Lothal doesn’t really need a black market any more— so now it’s just a regular one. One of Lothal’s hidden treasures. I thought you should see it.”

They stopped at the entrance together, and Ezra took in the familiar sights. He recognized some faces— the elderly owner of the stall selling woven blankets, the Gotal who pretended not to notice when he’d stolen a few kebabs every now and then— and noticed others missing. 

The war had changed everything, but they were putting it back together, slowly but surely.

He looked at Jacen, who was taking in the place with wide eyes. “So. Lunch, then training?”

“Sounds good,” the boy said with a grin.

5. Hera

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” Hera checked as she, Kanan, and Jacen headed towards the small building awaiting them.

Her son gave her a grin. “Mom, we’ve talked about this like twenty times now. I’m seventeen— I’m ready. You got your tattoos way younger than this.”

Wincing at the memory of the needle’s sting, Hera said, “I know. That’s why I’m checking. I don’t want you to do it just because someone said you couldn’t, like I did. It was terrifying—”

“And you were like eight,” Jacen pointed out. “Of course that would be terrifying. But trust me— I want to do this. I already got Dad’s looks, and I want to honor your side, too.”

Kanan, who’d been silent thus far, spoke up. “He’s right, Hera. Besides, he’s almost eighteen. Even if you put your foot down, he’d only be delaying it for a couple months.”

Letting out a sigh, Hera said, “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“Nope!” Jacen said cheerfully. “Besides, you let Dad get the tattoos.”

“Your father is a full grown man,” Hera said. “And incredibly stubborn, I might add.”

Kanan let out a snort. “I think we all know who the stubborn one is in this relationship, Captain Hera.”

Grabbing the door handle, Jacen said, “Yeah, I know better than to get involved in this argument. Come on— Ivri’s already inside!”

Hera followed his nod to where Jacen’s friend, the half-Mirialan boy with a perpetual smile, was waiting for them next to the Twi’leki tattoo artist. “Alright,” she said reluctantly.

“Go ahead, Jacen,” Kanan told him, catching hold of Hera's arm. “Your mom and I will catch up with you in a minute. Don’t choose anything obscene or too embarrassing while we’re gone, okay?”

Grinning, Jacen said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he ducked inside, the door swinging shut behind him, Kanan lifted an eyebrow at Hera. “What are the odds of him listening to that?”

“Well he has your genes, so about fifty-fifty.”

“Harsh.” Kanan paused, then said, “You okay about this?”

Unable to hold back a wry smile, Hera said, “You know me well, love. But… yeah, I am. Mostly. It’s just…” she looked through the window where Jacen and his friend were chatting with the Twi’lek. “Our little boy is growing up,” she said with a sigh. “It’s strange.”

“You’re telling me,” Kanan said with a sigh. “At least he’s less likely to shoot himself into the Unknown Regions than the last one is.”

Hera snorted with amusement. “He’d better be, or we’ll be having words.”

“I believe it.” Offering her his arm, Kanan said, “Shall we?”

Taking a deep breath, Hera looped her arm around his. “Okay. Let’s do this.” She let him lead her into the tattoo parlor, trying not to think about just how much her son was growing up.

We’re proud of him, though, she thought with a twinge. And he’s still our son. 

+1. Trill

(set a few weeks before the last chapter of Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory)

Jacen sensed it as soon as Trill woke up. Generally speaking, he wasn’t terribly skilled at sensing living beings— not the way his dad or sister were, and definitely not the way Ezra was. His master was one with the living Force in a way Jacen never had been.

But this didn’t seem to be true for Trill, for whatever reason. Jacen could always sense it when she woke up, and could track her pretty easily throughout the ship. It was like he was attuned to her, more than he was to anyone else.

Sometimes he wondered why that was, but since he was currently living in close quarters with not only her, but also the galaxy’s nosiest Kalleran, he decided not to spend too much time on it.

It was about ten minutes after she woke up that she made her way into the New Dawn’s kitchen. Stifling a yawn, she said, “Morning— what’s that smell?”

“Good morning,” Jacen said cheerfully. “Remember that mysterious package I… picked up on Cantonica yesterday?”

Trill arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean the one that you stole from the hotel and smuggled out under your poncho?”

“That’s the one,” Jacen said. “But the people there are corrupt and tried to kill us like four times, so it doesn’t count. Anyways— behold! Our new waffle maker!”

He flourished a hand at the maker, which stood on the counter, emanating the delicious smell of cooking waffles. Trill frowned at it, then directed the expression at Jacen. “You stole a waffle maker?”

“You’re focusing on the wrong thing here,” Jacen told her. “Remember, they tried to kill us. But also, yeah. Now we can have waffles for breakfast!”

Settling at the table, Trill swept her loose hair out of her eyes, and Jacen tried to pretend like his gaze hadn’t followed the movement, and lingered for just a moment. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s so important about waffles?”

The iron beeped, and Jacen turned towards it. Rolling up his sleeves, he flipped it open and started to remove the waffle with a fork, responding to Trill’s question as he did.

“It’s a family tradition. My dad makes the best waffles in the galaxy— Uncle Zeb makes the second best, tied with me. We always used to eat them whenever my mom would get back from a dangerous mission, or before Ezra and I would leave, or any special occasion like that.” Maneuvering the waffle onto a plate, he slid it towards Trill. “And I guess… I wanted to share that with you. If you’re interested.”

She looked surprised, in that way she always did whenever Jacen said something like this. It was the kind of surprise that made him think maybe, just maybe… she’d stick around. 

For a minute, Trill held his gaze, then offered him a smile. “I— I am. Thank you.”

Don’t read into it, Jacen ordered himself, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at her smile. Aloud, he said, “Good. Cause I have a feeling Kasmir’s gonna be here soon, and he’ll be hungry. So you’d better get started on that waffle.”

“Will do,” Trill said, hopping up to grab a fork. Turning back to his work, Jacen felt himself grinning. Starting out a day with waffles and Trill? It really couldn’t get much better than that.

[twinsoulvisionary]

'At The Edge Of The Empire'

A Kalluzeb Fan Fic....

Chapter 2 - The Tin Can

At The Edge Of The Empire (1398 words) by TwinSoulVisionary Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Hera Syndulla, Han Solo, Princess Leia Organa - Character, General Dodonna, Mon Mothma, Chewbacca, Mentioned Droids, The Ghost Crew (Star Wars), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: 2 ABY / before the Imperial attack on Hoth’s rebel base, Pre-Battle of Hoth (Star Wars), Planet Mytus in the Corporate Sector, Wild Space (Star Wars), Canon Compliant, Secret Mission, Sarcasm, Action/Adventure, Sercret Ashla, Gift Fic, Broken Bones, Blood and Injury

Chapter 2 - The Tin Can

Summery:

Hoth base main hanger was particularly frigid at twilight. The spot lights flickered on as the hanger bay doors converged together into a locked fortress with a heavy final clunk. All scout patrol teams had been recalled - a dead night ahead with nothing to do, they filed out to have a drink in the cantina.

...Enjoy!

[kanerallels]

I'm totally doing this it looks so fun!!!

Compulsory Sibling Bonding Time Leads To Mario Kart, Cookies, Feels, And Other Disasters: “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

Christmas Ficlets: Spotting Inej across the room, Kaz moved to her side, handing her the mug of hot cocoa he’d gone to the kitchen to get her.

We'll See Each Other Again. I Promise: The night air on Yavin 4 was cool, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Kanera Week 2022: One year, six months, a week and two days.

Homecoming For A New Generation: At his age, it was honestly ridiculous that Kanan was part of another covert but well intentioned group trying to take down an opposing group that had no qualms about wiping out entire worlds.

Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory: Nothing ever changed in Trill’s life anymore.

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines: Kanan Jarrus had been alone for a long time.

Never To Be Removed: Hera Syndulla had a problem.

Aggressive Team Adoption (And This Time It Isn't Just Kanan): Zeb watched his opponent warily as they circled each other, his hands flexing around the hilt of his weapon.

You Know Those Days Where You're Like "This Might As Well Happen"?: It was concerning whenever one of Kanan’s agents set off their emergency beacon.

Tagging with no pressure: @jessicas-pi @laughingphoenixleader @seleneisrising @clawedandcute @singswan-springswan @christian-latte-anon @chaoticdumbassrogue @thirteenmyspacegirl @sailforvalinor @zushigirl and anyone else who wants to play!

First line game:

Rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

got tagged by @kmomof4, and this sounds super exciting!

1. Wishing It Wasn't: Cars and taxis inched by in the usual hubbub of New York traffic- but Emma hardly noticed them as she stood on a sidewalk, talking to a man who she'd never wanted to see again- until she was called upon to track him down in New York.

2. A Sleepy February Afternoon: It was a sleepy February afternoon at the Swan-Jones household

3. It Now Belongs To You: Emma Swan had spent her whole life fighting, against the world, against herself, against curses and villains and darkness and death- and it still hadn't fully set in that now, all she had left to face was a mountain of wedding presents to unwrap- and she couldn't pick a better partner to tackle the task with.

4. Road Less Travelled: August hadn't been to the library since he was a kid- which was actually only a few days ago, but considering he'd been such a regular visitor at the library before his transformation, it felt like ages.

5. Wildflowers: One of the best things about a small town like Storybrooke was having a library within walking distance.

6. Open to Interpretation: "I can't believe this guy has a whole wing dedicated to his art." Emma muttered, staring at the painting in front of her.

7. Working Hands: Neverland had been a much more tropical climate. It was warm, and humid, and Killian was used to it.

8. Emma's First Perfect Christmas: Like many things in this world, Emma had been indifferent to the holidays, as long as they kept their distance.

9. Mrs. Crocodile: Killian smiled as he looked down at his hand, flexing the fingers back and forth.

10. Operation Lunchbreak: Henry leafed through the pages of the storybook the way most people would read their family scrapbooks- because that's really what this book was.

not tagging anyone but I'm begging anyone who reads this and wants to do it to do so!

[calebdumes]

Prompt: Kanan and Hera have an argument.

thanks for the prompt anon! I hope you don't mind, I added a heaping portion of angst to go with this!

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla

word count: 1.2k

rating: t

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“No.” Kanan said, folding his arms over his chest, his chin jutting out defiantly. Hera felt her chest tighten with irritation but bit down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from responding with something she might regret. She didn’t have to be a Jedi to know how angry Kanan was, she could practically feel it roll off of him in hot, sticky waves that make her skin itch and the tips of her lekku curl inwards. 

The rest of her crew scattered around the lounge seemed unaware of his building fury so she used their blissful ignorance to center herself. There was no need for her to throw her own emotions into the mix when Kanan was like this. Hera breathed deeply through her nose and set her shoulders. 

Kanan may have made up his mind but Hera wasn’t the type to give up so easily.

She could be stubborn too. 

“Kanan,” she said in a calm, even tone, hoping that her gentle approach would soften the ice that had settled in his gaze.  “He has to sleep somewhere.”

“Not here.” 

“It’s not like you even use your cabin anyways.” Sabine pipped up unhelpfully from the acceleration couch. “We all know you sleep with Hera.”

Hera winced internally. Maybe having this discussion out in the open wasn’t the best idea she had. 

“Or,” Ezra interjected. “I could take your cabin and he could bunk with Zeb.”

“If anybody is getting Kanan’s cabin, it’s gonna be me.” Zeb growled. 

“No one is getting my cabin.” Kanan snapped. “That’s the point.”

“Kanan, please.” Hera sighed, some of her frustrations slipping out. “Be reasonable.”

“This is me being reasonable.” he hissed. 

The atmosphere in the lounge shifted in an instant, reacting to the venom in Kanan’s voice. Wide eyes were locked on this towering form, the chilling air of confusion and disbelief filling the sudden silence. Hera stood, stunned by the harshness in his words before she snapped back to herself, anger heating her blood.

She latched onto his arm and pulled him from the room, dragging him down the short hallway to her cabin. She wasted no time pushing him inside when the doors began to part, following him in and slapping the locking mechanism, sealing them in. Kanan’s brows pulled together in a scowl, his jaw muscles working furiously as he stared her down. 

“Unlock the door,” he said. 

“No.” Hera responded, planting her hands on her hips. “Not until you stop acting like a kriffing asshole.”

“Hera, unlock the door.” Kanan repeated, his voice low and threatening. Hera’s lekku tightened at the warning but she pressed on. This had gone on long enough. She could understand that Kanan was upset but she needed him to see how ridiculous he was being. He was letting himself get all worked up over nothing and he needed to let it go. 

“It’s just for a few nights until Ahsoka gets back.” she replied, digging her heels in.

“Then he can stay on the Liberator.”

“You know we can’t dock with the Liberator while it’s in orbit.”

“Then Sato can send a shuttle to pick him up.” Kanan snapped. “Or he can rent out a room in the spaceport, I don’t kriffing care but he’s not staying here. That’s final.”

“That’s final?” she arched a brow. “Last time I checked, this was my ship. I’m the one who gets to make the call on who stays and who goes. I don’t see the issue in letting him spend a few nights here.”

“Of course you don’t.” Kanan huffed. He turned on his heel and began pulling clothes out from the storage compartment, tossing them onto the bed with force. 

“What is that supposed to mean? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Kanan replied flatly. The words hit Hera like a wall of ice, old fears racing to the surface of her mind, her heart racing in her chest.

“You’re what?” she whispered. 

“If he’s staying here then I’m leaving. I’ll find somewhere else to bunk down until Ahsoka gets back. I’m not staying here.”  he said, shoving clothes into a bag.   

“You can’t be serious!” she cried. “Kanan, it’s just for a few nights! What is the big deal?”

“He’s a clone!” Kanan yelled, spinning around to face her with a wild look in his eyes. “That’s what the big deal is!” 

Hera blinked. “But everything on Seelos, I thought…”

“What? You thought I’d suddenly be okay with clones just because they helped us out in a pinch?”

“No! I just thought that maybe…”

“I’m not like you, Hera.” Kanan continued on, his chest heaving. “The clones didn’t swoop in and save my planet. They murdered my master in front of me. They tried to kill me. So forgive me if I’m not so trusting of our new guest.”

Hera’s eyes slipped closed. Of course. She restrained the urge to smack her forehead. She should have known it would take more than one mission to rebuild Kanan’s trust in the clones. She should have known this was the reason behind his attitude. Hera bit the inside of her cheek again and mentally kicked herself. 

It was different for her. When looked at Rex’s face she saw Howzer. She saw countless soldiers that had risked their lives to free her planet from the separatists control. When Kanan looked at Rex, he was haunted by the memory of the Purge, his friends turned against him, his family slaughtered. Of course he wouldn’t be comfortable with a clone living on the ship. She could hardly blame him.

Still, she couldn’t push past her guilt.

She should have known. 

When she opened her eyes she saw Kanan, really saw him. Under his dark expression she could see the shadows clinging to the corners of his eyes, the fragile state of his shoulders, tensed and ready for a fight, seconds away from shattering. He was barely holding himself together. And she had, once again, allowed herself to get caught up in the excitement of growing the rebellion to notice. So blinded by her eagerness to fly that she didn’t account for the weather. 

Hera’s hand dropped from her hips, falling limply by her sides. “I’m sorry, love.” she said, taking a slow step towards him. Kanan tensed but didn’t move away. She placed her hands on his shoulders, carefully working her fingers into the tense muscles before sliding one hand behind his neck. Gently she pulled him down, until his head was resting on her shoulder, his body trembling in her arms. “I’m sorry.”

Kanan shook, his breathing sharp and ragged as Hera swayed back and forth. She hummed a gentle lullaby while her fingers slowly undid the straps of his shoulder armor, letting the heavy material fall to the floor. When Kanan’s breathing slowed, Hera led them over to her bed, tossing his bag aside and laid down beside him.

“I just,” Kanan said in a broken whisper that made Hera’s heart ache. “I’m trying. I just need time.”

Hera kissed his forehead and pulled him in close as if she could protect him from the nightmares of the past. “I know love.” she told him. “I’m sorry I pushed so hard. I’ll have Zeb relay a message to Rex about finding a room at the spaceport.”

“‘M sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, love. It’s not your fault.” Hera squeezed her eyes close, fighting back a wave of tears. “You just need time.”

She felt Kanan shutter, his choked off whimper muffled by her chest. 

“Take all the time you need.” 

[laughingphoenixleader]

🌌 fanfiction masterlist 🌌

Phoenix Leader: Hera deals with the loss of many fellow Rebels after the an hour or two after the end of Star Wars Rebels Season 2 Episode 7: Wings of the Master, with the help of a certain Jedi.

Look At Me: Set the night of Season 3, Episode 3: The Holocrons of Fate. Kanan has finally returned from his self-imposed exile, but he and Hera aren’t where they were before Malachor happened. But when a trauma-induced nightmare strikes, Hera can’t just leave him alone, even though tension between them still runs high.

✨Kanera Week 2021 ✨

Moonbeam: A Masterpiece: - Sabine Wren adds a little something to Hera Syndulla's new A-Wing. Hera and Kanan's reactions differ greatly. Prompt: Trouble.

More Than Ever Before: Kanan and Hera are making it official. (Hint: Kanera marriage!) Prompt: Connection.

It Would Be You: Kanan and Hera's relationship deepens to a new level as they enjoy a night together on the Ghost. Set in between Season 1 and Season 2. Prompt: Ultimate OTP moment.

It’s Been a Long, Long Time: Hera and her crew join the Battle of Exegol...which leads to an unexpected yet welcome reunion. Prompt: Reunion.

Shenanigans With Spectre Seven: Jacen Syndulla is running for his life. Prompt: Found family.

Longing to Linger Til’ Dawn: Kanan and Hera recently admitted to having feelings for each other. Okay...Hera was the only one who really needed to. They've been so busy, though, that Kanan's starting to be frustrated by the fact that she's constantly working. Prompt: Song Lyrics.

Moons of Rion | Part One: Kanan Jarrus has finally reopened himself to the Force, but this comes with unintended consequences. These consequences concern Hera Syndulla, and she desperately wants to help him...if he'll only let her. Prompt: Free Day.

Moons of Rion | Part Two: Kanan and Hera meet up with a mysterious contact, who seems strangely nervous about something…(featuring an OC!!)

Moons of Rion | Part Three: Kanan, Hera, and Nakoa have a meeting in the common room…which might lead to somebody “doing some backstory”, to quote Eugene Fitzherbert.

Moons of Rion | Part Four: Kanan does backstory at last.

Moons of Rion | Finale: Kanan and Hera are unceremoniously awakened to an unexpected message.

Please Come Home for Life Day: Kanan Jarrus desperately wants his wife to spend Life Day with him and the rest of their family. Will she or won’t she? (If you know my writing, you probably know the answer to this.)

Space Married?: (Chapters Posted: 3/?)

Takes place three months after my Moons of Rion series! Kanan and Hera’s newest mission: pose as a married couple on a popular honeymoon destination to uncover what might be a looming Imperial plot. But neither of them could have ever expected where the mission ends up going…

Hera Syndulla Was Fine. : The Battle of Scarif affects General Syndulla in many ways; some good, some...undesired. She keeps claiming to be fine, but her crewmates on the Ghost think otherwise.

The Most Chaotic Family on Earth: (Chapters Posted: 2/?) The Ghost Crew + DisneyWorld = absolute chaos. But it's fun absolute chaos. Kanan has the idea to take a family vacation, and the expected shenanakins ensue. And maybe some unexpected ones. Prompt idea sent by LadyWren7!

Anakin’s New Apprentice: (Chapters Posted: 1/?) Months ago, Ahsoka Tano left the Jedi Order, leaving her beloved master heartbroken at what feels like the loss of his only sister. The months haven't healed the ache, and nothing has come along to fill the void that Ahsoka's absence leaves behind within him. Well. Nothing has come along until now.

Spectre 01 to Spectre 02: (Chapters Posted: 4/4) After the destruction of the TIE Defender Factory, Hera gives daily reports on a frequency that she knows she'll never hear a reply from, a hopeful, desperate piece of her heart aching every time her expectations are proved right.

Here is one of those daily reports.

More coming soon!

[kanerallels]

OOOOOOOH THAT SOUNDS SO FUN we LOVE rewrites of the entire show, that's awesome!! (Also you're so right, they REALLY do)

DANG that sounds REALLY COOL!!!! If you ever post any of it, let me know!! I'm always on the hunt for quality, clean SWR fan fic!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOH tell me about "POV: you get abducted by a cute boy and his insane family"!!!

GREAT CHOICE I could talk about this fic all day

I have already posted the first three chapters of this one-shot turned multi-chap here, it never got past the crack-ish title phase before I posted it (granted I was on a deadline) but I am considering renaming it because it worked as a one shot but less so as a multi-chap

BUT ANYWAYS,

The whole premise is Sabine joins the crew last + Ezra was taken in by Kanera right after his parents were arrested. I plan on making a fic for each season of the show, and I am planning on changing up a lot of things either to make things more interesting or just because I plain want to. (Ex. Some couples, not naming names, need to fess up and admit their feelings before there are only 8 episodes of the show left)

I am really wanting to lean into Ezra's relationship both with Sabine and also with Kanan and Hera as parental figures. I am also planning on keeping Sabine in the dark about Kanan and Ezra being Jedi for the majority of the first season's events because writing her bewildered and confused by her new crewmates is so much fun to me.

Anyways, I don't actually know how to talk about this anymore without giving away every single plot point I have thought of, so have a snippet from the next chapter I am writing

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"I'm starting to wonder if you actually like me or if I'm just here because I am conveniently vent-sized." Ezra grumbles as Zeb boosts him into the air-duct.

Kanan grins and then teases, "See Zeb? I told you he'd catch on eventually."

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ask game

[kanerallels]

So I told my sister and a couple other people I would post this, and here it is! Just some ponderings about Kanan in the Hera is a Jedi au that turned themselves into a ficlet. Set mid-season one of SWR, and rated G!

Taglist: @firefoxtessa @day-to-day-thots @auroramagpie @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @opalknight @cassie-fanfics and I'm also gonna tag @xxxcertifiednerdxxx, solely because you're accidentally the reason I wrote this. Feel free to ignore the tag, though! (also if anyone wants to be added or removed from the taglist, DM me!)

“What’s Kanan’s job around here, anyways?”

Hera barely glanced up at Ezra’s question as she removed yet another part from her lightsaber, which lay in pieces in front of her on the worktable in her room. “What do you mean?”

Frowning, Ezra said, “Everyone’s got a role, you know? Zeb is the muscle and Chopper’s the homicidal hacker droid, and Sabine’s the explosives expert, and you’re the Jedi and the pilot and the boss all at once. You’re all really talented, you know?”

A smile hovered at the edge of Hera’s mouth as she picked up a miniscule tool and used it to unscrew another part. “Flattering as always, Padawan. Your point being?”

“Kanan doesn’t really have a role,” Ezra said, watching her work. “Hey— couldn’t you use the Force for that?”

“I could,” Hera agreed, removing the part. “But I like to do it this way.” Setting aside her tool, she finally met Ezra’s eyes. “Why does it matter what Kanan’s role is? He’s here to help us fight, and that’s what’s important.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Someone say my name?”

Ezra and Hera glanced up as Kanan stuck his head through the open door, lifting a curious brow. “Ezra wants to know your role in this crew,” Hera said dryly. “Any thoughts?”

“Oh, obviously,” Kanan said. “Professional chef, and eye candy.” He shot a wink at Hera, who rolled her eyes, before turning to Ezra. “But in all seriousness— I’m whatever we need at the moment. That’s where I do my best work. Speaking of best work, how do enchiladas sound for dinner? I found some of those peppers you and Zeb love so much at the market, Captain Hera.”

“That sounds amazing, love,” Hera said, shooting him a smile as he slipped back out and down the hall. After a moment, she directed her gaze back to Ezra. “Does that answer your question?”

“...kind of?”

Chuckling, Hera said, “Well, if you’re still wondering, why not ask the rest of the crew? They might have some good insight. And you could always try meditating on it.”

“I think I’ll talk to the others,” Ezra said hastily, getting to his feet. Hera looked amused, but gave him a nod before returning to her lightsaber maintenance with laser-like focus.

The first crew member he encountered was Chopper, and Ezra knew better than to bother with him. Not that he’d care, anyways, the droid was crazy. Instead, he headed for the lounge, where he found Zeb cleaning his bo-rifle.

The Lasat directed a frown at him— but it wasn’t his real, “why are you near me do you want to suffer” scowl, just his all purpose “I’m pretending to be grumpy cause it makes me look cool” frown. “Thought you were training with Hera.”

“I was,” Ezra said, dropping onto a crate nearby. “But then I asked her a question—”

“You? Ask a question? Color me real surprised.”

“Ha, ha,” Ezra said, scowling at him. “Listen. I asked her what Kanan’s role was on the ship.”

“Really?” Zeb paused in his cleaning and glanced up, interest flashing through his eyes. “What did she say?”

“Why? Wait— do you not know either?”

“‘Course I know. Just curious about what she said.”

“Sure. Well, she said that it wasn’t important, then told me to ask everyone else. Kanan says he’s whatever he needs to be. Well, first he flirted with Hera, then he said that.”

Snorting, Zeb said, “Sounds about right.”

“So what do you think? What’s Kanan’s role?”

The Lasat shrugged, setting aside a cleaning rag. “Dunno. He’s just Kanan.” He glanced up in time to see Ezra’s scowl, and sighed. “Look, kid. You’re taking this too seriously. It’s not really about roles, anyways. It’s about why we’re here.”

“What do you mean?”

Finally, Zeb set down his bo-rifle. “You know, why we’re fighting the Empire.” He paused, his expression turning uncharacteristically somber. “You know why I’m doing it. And Hera’s pretty obvious, more than just the Jedi stuff.”

“She’s passionate about making stuff right,” Ezra guessed. “Well, what about Sabine?”

“What about me?”

Ezra and Zeb both looked up to see Sabine, carrying a handful of paint-covered rags and looked satisfied with herself. “Kid wants to know what Kanan’s role is, why he’s here,” Zeb said, nodding at Ezra. “Then he asked about you.”

“Seriously?” Sabine rolled her eyes. “Tell me you two aren’t this clueless. He’s here for Hera, obviously.”

“Well, I know that,” Ezra said, feeling himself flush slightly as Sabine ducked into the kitchen and returned without the rags. “But, like, does he have another reason? And what’s his job, you know? He’s kinda just some guy, not a Jedi or pilot like Hera, and not a master warrior like Zeb, or an explosive expert like you.”

“True,” Sabine acknowledged. “But not everyone in the Rebellion has to be as amazingly talented as we are. Most of us have a personal problem with the Empire. Could be Kanan does, too. But why does it matter?”

“I… guess it doesn’t,” Ezra said slowly. “It just didn’t make any sense to me that he’s the odd one out, I guess.”

Sabine shook her head impatiently. “You’re putting too much stock in the “everyone needs to be crazy skills” thing, kid. Look, Kanan’s a great shot, and a decent co pilot.”

“Amazing cook, too,” Zeb offered, and Sabine nodded.

“True. But what’s most important is that he has our backs. He looks out for us, in big ways and little ones. He knows what we need and he makes sure we can do our jobs well. We couldn’t do this without him. Got it?”

“I… I do, actually,” Ezra said. “Thanks.”

Kanan announced dinner was ready around an hour later, and the crew gathered in the lounge to eat. Hera took her usual seat, and Ezra dropped onto a crate nearby. “Did you figure out the answer to your question, Padawan?” she asked him, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Setting down his fork, Ezra said, “I did, actually.” He paused, feeling the crew’s eyes on him, but Hera nodded for him to go on. “Your role isn’t an obvious one like Zeb or Hera,” he told Kanan, who was sitting opposite them, his plate balanced on one knee. “You’re here to watch our backs and make sure we’re okay, and take care of us. You’re… kind of the glue that holds us all together. Without you, we wouldn’t have made it this far.” He looked at Hera. “Am I right?”

His master was smiling, first at Ezra, and then at Kanan, who seemed surprised. “You’re absolutely right,” she told him. “Well done, Ezra.”

“Not bad, kid,” Zeb said.

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Hey, Kanan said it first— he’s whatever we need him to be. I think that counts, right?”

Kanan let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Can’t argue there, I guess.” Shooting a wink at Hera, he added, “I still think I count as eye candy, though.”

“Of course you do, dear,” Hera said, rolling her eyes.

[twinsoulvisionary]

A list of all my fan fics and other stuff.. so far.

Welcome!

If you have landed here, be prepared to have some fun!

Letting everyone know, for now I only post my written fan fics on AO3, so if your into Star War Rebels / Kalluzeb & Art / Rebel’s Jedi Temple Guard Art  / Cosplay Builds and a wee bit of Star Trek TOS Art - see fan fic links in the pinned post below and the rest in the Tumblr feed thread... more coming soon.

1) The Last Fear / SWR’s Kalluzeb / AU / Human Zeb

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37543219/chapters/93705748

2)  The Hunter and Healer Series - Part 1:  

A Destiny Stolen / SWR’s Kalluzeb / AU / Human Zeb

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43352232/chapters/108977013

3 ) The Hunter and Healer Series - Part 2: 

For You I Shall Wait An Eternity - The Hunter and The Healer / SWR’s Kalluzeb / AU / Human Zeb

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41377473/chapters/103760076

4 ) The Hunter and Healer Series - Part 3:

 A Descension Into Misery / SWR’s Kalluzeb / AU / Human Zeb

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42781161/chapters/107469918

 5 ) A one shot up and coming! / SWR’s Kalluzeb / Canon

Yes, there is much MORE.. I will add and format better as I go along.

[kanerallels]

Thanks for tagging me, friend!!

Last song: "Fear Is Not My Future", by Maverick City Music

Last movie: Umm good question. OH I think it was Epic (2013) with my friends the other night!

Currently watching: Suits, the last season of Madam Secretary, The Dragon Prince season 5, Justified, and rewatching s2 of SWR!

Currently reading: The Shuttle, by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and a couple fan fics that I've been meaning to get back to

Last thing I researched for writing purposes: Ord Mantell for one of my 501 followers celebration ficlets!

Tagging (with no pressure): @undying-lilies @lucilliantpearl @hecckyeah @kazoosandfannypacks @silverpaintedstars @laughingphoenixleader @jessicas-pi @incorrectpizza @flying-kanery

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Last song: "This Time" by P.O.D.

Last movie: The Hobbit (The Cardinal Cut, which is a fan-made version that cuts out almost everything that's not in the book or is just there for fluff like some of the worst action sequences. You can tell where some of the seams are, but overall it's a vast improvement upon that bloated monstrosity, while still keeping in all the parts that are actually good.)

Currently watching: Just finished watching Chuck. Also in the middle of watching Dororo, FMA: Brotherhood, and The Last of Us with my sisters. And I'm watching The Mandalorian with friends.

Currently reading: Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens, The Man Who Cried I Am by John A. Williams, and Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry (this is only the top three on my currently-reading list, but we don't want to be here all night)

Last thing researched for writing purposes: Average stay of inmates in Rikers Island which I promptly disregarded but shhh don't tell anyone

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[calebdumes]

forcing myself out of my creative rut by writing from the pov of a new character (also i’ve had this idea since star wars day and given what coming up this month, it makes sense tbd)

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla

rating: g

word count: 1.4k

~

He wasn’t sure what possessed him to traverse the blinding heat of the desert to wander the congested streets of Ancorhead but he found himself in the spaceport city all the same. Rugged off worlders and weary townsfolk passed by him as he walked with no real destination, the twin suns of Tatoonie blazing brightly in the cloudless sky overhead. 

His feet took him to a small cantina, not far from the bustling spaceport. The tea was sour and tepid but his seat on the outdoor patio gave him a full view of the dusty city and the millions of lives that called the desolate planet home. He often wondered what it would have been like to grow up on a planet like this, nothing but sand in every direction. He suspected his life would have been very different; slow, borderline monotonous but simple, carefree in a way that was so foreign to him that it seemed like an impossible ideal. Tatoonie was a steady, solid planet where nothing ever happened. 

Then again, it was this very planet where everything had changed.

Obi Wan Kenobi looked down at this tea, letting his thoughts blended into the murky brown liquid. How many hours he had wasted, thinking of a different life, one that didn’t revolve around this particular planet? Too many to count, it seemed and he saw many more wasted days in his future but what was a Jedi to do in a galaxy that had no want for one?

The familiar ache in his chest throbbed, his throat growing tight with emotion. Obi Wan closed his eyes against the bright landscape and took a deep breath, letting the pain he felt dim as he opened himself up to the comfort of the living Force. 

Then, he felt it. 

It was like a whisper brushing up against his mind, subtle and unmistakable. 

There was a Force wielder on Tatoonie.

No - not just any Force wielder, it was a Force wielder he recognized.

Obi Wan’s first instinct was to run. His objective was to remain hidden, lest his true intentions be discovered. But an abrupt exit, even on such a place as this, would only draw more attention to himself, so he reached for his tea and brought it to his lips, focusing on the bitter liquid as it spilled down his suddenly parched throat. 

He let his conscience spread outwards, searching for the being that had sparked the awakening in the Force. He was careful not to draw too heavily on the Force as he looked, he had heard the stories of the Empire’s agents that hunted beings like him. It was only a small fraction of what he was capable of but it was more than enough to find what he was seeking. 

His eyes dragged over to a food stall on the opposite side of the wide street. Two beings stood propped up against the furrocrete walls of a building, a young, green skinned Twi’lek woman and a young Human male, both somewhere in their early twenties. While more than one eye fell on the Twi’lek woman, Obi Wan’s attention zeroed in on the man. 

He was the Force wielder. 

Careful not to reveal himself, Obi Wan studied the Force signature of the man while using his physical senses to discover more about him. He was tall and lean with dark chestnut hair tied back into a tail at the base of his skull. Like nearly everyone on Tatoonie he was armed with a blaster and while he seemed to be deep in conversation with the Twi’lek woman, Obi Wan could tell from the tense line of his broad shoulders that he was completely aware of his surroundings. 

His Force signature was much harder to read. It was clouded, hard for Obi Wan to decipher, a twisting maze of traps and durasteel walls. It was a mark of someone who knew the dangers of being a Force user in the age of the Empire. It also spoke of his strength. He was trained enough to know how to hide in plain sight but not enough to remain completely hidden.

Obi Wan pressed harder, diving past the initial defense the man had constructed around himself and couldn’t suppress the gasp of surprise when recognition took hold. 

It couldn’t be…

But it was. The Force never lied. 

It was Depa Billaba’s inquisitive padawan, Caleb Dume.

Obi Wan let go of his hold on the Force and sat back in his chair, at a loss.

Caleb was certainly much taller than he had been when Obi Wan last saw him, a small little boy with more questions than sense and a voracious hunger for knowledge. Depa had had her hands full with him, his boundless curiosity had led to more than one reckless situation that rivaled the messes his own padawan tended to land in. But looking at him now, Obi Wan could see that wild streak had been tempered, his curiosity hardened into caution that spoke of a life of hardship and survival. 

But it hadn’t warped him into something worse. Obi Wan could sense his pain, a dark hole deep in his soul but it was contained. Instead of constant fear, Obi Wan could feel the comforting heat of life surrounding him, it was different from when he was a boy but familiar all the same. Caleb was alive and happy and…in love. 

Obi Wan didn’t need the Force to see it. Even from across the street he could see how Caleb leaned in towards the young Twi’lek. How his eyes never left her face as she spoke. His expression was soft and he burned with such adoration that Obi Wan was surprised he didn’t sense it sooner. 

Whoever that young woman was, Caleb was deeply in love with her. 

There was a sour taste on the back of Obi Wan’s tongue that had nothing to do with the tea. He had seen this before and he had seen where it led. But unlike the tight possessiveness that had leached from Anakin, Obi Wan felt nothing but pure light. Caleb’s love for this woman was unconditional but even still, it couldn’t beat back the cold fingers of fear that creeped up Obi Wan’s spine. 

Do you trust him so little? A long forgotten voice echoed faintly in his mind. 

It wasn’t about trust, he wanted to say. He had trusted Anakin with his life and look at what had happened in return. A Jedi’s purpose was to love but from his point of view, this type of love would only end in heartbreak.

In the heart of a Jedi, lies their strength. The voice replied softly, fading back into his memories. 

Obi Wan glanced over at the two again, the playful smile on Caleb’s lips making the woman’s cheeks flush with color. There was no darkness hiding in the corners of their minds. Despite the pain and horrors Caleb had suffered he was still a beacon of the light, a Jedi, even in hiding. 

He wasn’t Anakin.

Caleb kissed the side of the Twi’lek’s cheek, the tips of her lekku curling pleasantly. She wrapped a gloved hand around his and pulled him away from the wall. They walked together towards the spaceport, huddled close as if existing in their own personal universe.

Obi Wan closed his eyes, fighting back the urge to follow after them. It had been so long, so long, since he had seen another Jedi. He had spent too many nights lying awake and thinking he was the only survivor, he was willing to bet Caleb had as well. He longed for the connection all Jedi felt, the familiarity that came with being with ones people. He walked to talk to Caleb, to learn what Depa’s curious padawan was doing, how he survived, if he had come across any other surviving Jedi. He wanted Caleb to feel the sense of warmth he was feeling now, knowing that he wasn’t the only Jedi left in this harsh galaxy.

But he couldn’t risk it, no matter how badly he wanted to. He was placed on Tatoonie for a reason and he could not put that in jeopardy. He could only watch as they disappeared into the spaceport.

Still, Caleb’s presence filled Obi Wan with hope. If he survived, then others could have too. 

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.

Caleb was alive. 

Obi Wan was not alone.

[laughingphoenixleader]

*tried to kudos every chapter but it wouldn’t let me*

*dramatic sigh*

The OC is very interesting. Nice Togruta world building there.

Wondering how he will figure into the mission… wonder if Fulcrum herself will show up… 🤔

Wish I could say more but my break is over! Basically I liked it a lot :)

You kudos-ed in spirit, and that’s good enough for me :)

Thank you so much!!

We shall see; we shall see

I’m so glad!! Thank you, my friend!

[kanerallels]

Thanks for the tag, friend!!!

1. Three non-romantic duos: This was actually really hard to pick. But in the end I went with Admiral Piett and General Veers from Star Wars (specifically from @musewrangler 's fan fic), Cinder and Thorne from The Lunar Chronicles, and Kanan and Ezra from Star Wars Rebels!

2. A ship that might surprise people: honestly the only shocking ship I have is my crack ship of Genny and Nolan from The Rookie

3. Last song: "Favorite Time Of The Year", by American Authors!

4. Last film: The Nativity Story! Watched it last night

5. Currently reading: just finished A Ranger's Guide to Glipwood Forest by Andrew Peterson, which was super good!! Kinda tempted to start the Wingfeather Saga again now, but I'll probably go with Greenglass House by Kate Milford instead. Tis the season, after all!

6. Currently watching: New Girl, Psych, Sanditon, and rewatching Downton Abbey and SWR!

7. Currently consuming: "Jingle Bell Rock" by the Newsboys, and other Christmas music!

8. Currently craving: I could go for some tater tots!

Tagging with no pressure: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @avatardoggo @kazoosandfannypacks and anyone else who sees this and wants to play!

Thanks for the tag @youjustfeelthemforever!! I think I may have been tagged for this by @rainintheevening as well!

1. Three non-romantic duos: Enjolras and Grantaire, Raoul de Chagny and the Phantom (they're not really a duo but the potential!!!), Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff

2. A ship that might surprise others: I'm not sure there's any ship I ship that would surprise people?? LOL. Maybe Mike and Vanessa from the FNAF movie?? just because I don't talk about it?? I'm not an active shipper tho tbf I just think they're cute

3. Last song: Broken by Ramin Karimloo (specifically the performance he did with Hadley Fraser)

4. Last film: Family Switch on Netflix

5. Currently reading: The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux (yes.... still)

6. Currently watching: the Twilight movies LOL

7. Currently consuming: All the Hadley Fraser and Ramin Karimloo content possible

8. Currently craving: Ice-cream, bananas and mangoes

No pressure tags: @its-a-hare-pom-pom @nerdywriter36 @rose-red-ink @dont-do-rice-babes @gangst3rswife

[kanerallels]

For my 501st follower celebration, as requested by @auroramagpie here, no. 85 on the list: a The Dragon Prince Au I started and have no real intentions of finishing. Enjoy what there is of it!

Of all the absolutely ridiculous situations Kanan Jarrus had gotten himself into throughout the years, stuck in the middle of the Midnight Desert with little food or water and no idea how he was going to get out was probably at the top of the list. 

He’d had a good enough reason— being chased by Moonshadow assassins and Sunfire soldiers was always a good reason to go pretty much anywhere. But it had been barely two hours before he’d known that he was in big trouble. The scorching heat scrambled his thoughts, but Kanan had known that if he didn’t make it to an oasis by sundown, he would be in big trouble.

It was an hour from sundown when he collapsed.

Facedown in the coarse black sand, Kanan tried to remember why he’d thought sneaking back into Xadia had been a good idea in the first place. Something about research and discovering more about the elves, who the humans had been at war with for years? But all his mind could actually focus on was how thirsty he was.

Made some good time, he thought, attempting to marshall his thoughts. I should keep going. Something in the back of his head was trying to struggle through the fog, to remind him of… something. But his legs were heavy and with the sun getting lower, it was approaching a temperature that wasn’t instantly classified as scalding. It’s a good time to rest, Kanan decided.

And then he heard something hiss and suddenly remembered the other reason sane people don’t travel through the Midnight Desert.

Soulfang serpent! Shoving himself to his feet, Kanan scrambled backwards as a black snake burst out of the sand, its glowing green eyes fixed on him. “Karabast,” Kanan mumbled, racking his brain for a spell, for any possible way of fending this thing off. He’d lost his sword when the Sunfire elves had first caught up with him.

The serpent coiled itself, ready to lunge— and then jerked hard, and crumpled to the ground. Gaping at it, Kanan saw a knife embedded in its spine, pinning it to the ground.

“Are you alright?” someone shouted.

Kanan turned towards the voice— and yep, he was definitely dead or dying, or at least losing his mind, because he was pretty sure he saw an angel flying towards him. 

And that was when he passed out.

He was vaguely aware of time passing, although how much he couldn’t be sure. Once he opened his eyes to see the angel bending over him, her face twisted in concern. The only coherent thought in his mind slipped from his lips before he could stop himself— not that he was sure he could have, even if he tried. “If you’re a dream, I’m not sure I want to wake up.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she spoke Kanan was already sinking back into blissful unconsciousness. His dreams swirled with vipers and elves and the fierce hot sun, swept away by swift and gentle wings.

Slowly, he struggled his way out of the thick fog of dream land, clawing his way to wakefulness. Dragging his eyelids open, Kanan blinked at the light of the sun shining through… leaves?

He pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing the last of the sleep out of his eyes, and took stock of his surroundings. Palm trees dotted the sand around him, and at a distance he could see a series of stone spires set in a circle, a transparent blue film stretching between them. This must be one of the oases, Kanan guessed as he spotted the large pool of water a few yards away, glimmering in the sunlight.

Climbing to his feet, he noted that he’d been laying on a makeshift bed, crafted from palm fronds and a cloak. A strangely familiar cloak, he realized— it was his. He’d dropped it, along with his pack and his sword, when he’d been ambushed by the Sunfire elves.

And yet here it was. And as Kanan glanced around, he spotted his pack propped against another palm tree not too far away. His sword had been returned to its sheath and was set next to it. No sign of the other sword, Kanan noted as he moved over to the pack, pausing to rummage through it and make sure everything was still there. Which it was.

He’d only been awake a few hours, and he was already dealing with a number of mysteries. Judging by the position of the sun, it was late morning, so he’d survived the night— assuming it had only been one night. But who had brought him here?

Unbidden, a memory sprang to mind— a beautiful woman with wings and bright green eyes. Don’t be ridiculous, Kanan told himself. He had to have been hallucinating when he’d seen… well. He felt silly thinking she was an angel, but there really wasn’t any other logical conclusion that he could think of.

Doesn’t matter for now, he decided as he strapped on his sword. He’d refill his canteen at the oasis, see what he could scrounge up for food, and then figure out his next plan.

He made his way down to the water, first filling his canteen, then splashing his face and forearms with the cool water. It soothed his sunburn— which wasn’t as bad as he’d assumed it would be. Vaguely, Kanan recalled someone covering his burns in something cool and herbal smelling. Someone was here. But who? And where are they now?

“You’re awake.”

The low, melodic female voice sounded out of nowhere, and Kanan’s heart skipped a beat at the sound. Dropping his canteen, he spun around— and froze. He was staring at the angel from his dream. 

She stood a few yards away, but Kanan could tell she was a little shorter than him. She was also an elf— he realized that a split second after he saw her. So, not an angel, he thought wryly. Her pointed ears protruded from vibrant green hair twisted back in two braids, and her skin was a slightly lighter shade of green. Pale circular marks curved across her face. Her clothing was simple— she wore a leather vest, a white shirt underneath, orange pants and, oddly enough, a leather pad strapped to her shoulder.

And then there were her wings. The feathers were a tawny golden brown, stippled with flecks of green and orange. They were broad and clearly strong and incredibly beautiful.

In fact, she was incredibly beautiful in general, and Kanan suddenly realized that he’d been staring at her for far too long. And that he hadn’t even thought to draw his sword, despite the fact that she wore several knives on her belt. 

She arched a brow at him. “You can still talk, right?”

“Words fail me,” Kanan managed.

Her smile was like a sunrise after a cold night. “So they do.”

Marshaling his thoughts, Kanan said, “I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined you or not, honestly. Thank you, though, for saving my life— do I get a name?”

Tilting her chin up, she eyed him for a moment. “Hera,” she finally said. “And you are?”

“Hera,” Kanan repeated, savoring the word. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kanan. Can you tell me where we are? And how I can best get out of the desert?”

To his disappointment, her smile slipped away, replaced by a frown. “That depends,” she said, folding her arms. “What is a human doing on this side of the Breach? Or did you forget that the elves are at war with you?”

Karabast. Ironically, Kanan had momentarily forgotten about that. “I’m not here to hurt anyone—” he started, stepping forward.

Her hand shot to her belt, plucking a knife from its sheath and holding it at the ready. “Don’t take another step,” she said, locking eyes with him in a steely glare. “Lose the sword, now.”

“Okay, I will,” Kanan said, moving slowly to unbuckle his sword belt as his mind raced. “Look, I promise I’m not here to cause anyone any harm. I just came here to—”

“Steal?” Hera asked, lifting a familiar object— a sword, with a simple hilt holding a blue gem. As she unsheathed it, Kanan could see it glowed blue with heat. “What is a human doing with a Sunforge blade?” she asked coolly.

“Where did you find that?” Kanan asked, deciding to start with the basics as he dropped his belt into the sand.

“With the rest of your dumped gear,” Hera said calmly. “It was unusual enough that, luckily for you, I decided to search a little longer and see if I could find the owner. Not long afterwards, I spotted you.” Returning the blade to its sheath, she added, “And not two hours ago, I bumped into a group of Sunfire elves, searching for a thief.”

Kanan’s stomach lurched, but he kept his face calm. “And you told them that you found me?”

Her gaze flicked away from his, only for a second but long enough that Kanan realized what she was going to say before she spoke. “No. Not yet. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself first.”

(Author's note: for what it's worth I'm pretty sure he has a good reason. Do I remember the reason? No, no I do not. It might have actually been a sword that he commissioned, but the Sunfire elves found out that a human was buying it (and a really annoying one at that) and decided it was time to murder him a little bit, as you do.)

[calebdumes]

Prompt - Kanera talking over difficulties they're having as adoptive parents - Ezra being feral, Sabine and her complicated relationship with her birth family, something like that. Just them and the struggle to be good parents. They try so hard!!

Thanks for the prompt! I'm sorry it took so long to get done!

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla || ghost family feels

word count: 1.2k

rating: g

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“Would you stop doing that?” Sabine’s voice snapped through the relative silence of the cockpit. 

“I’m not doing anything.” was Ezra's mocking reply.

“Yes you are, I can feel it.” 

Kanan closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. It wasn’t like Sabine and Ezra to fight like this, it was Zeb and Ezra that tended to butt heads but this last mission had been an exercise in patience and tensions between the crew were running high. They just needed to make it back to Lothal and then they could all get some much needed space. He breathed deeply again and did his best to ignore the two bickering behind him.

It was easier said than done.

“Ezra.” Hera said in an exasperated tone. “Please leave Sabine alone.”

“What?” he cried and Kanan’s eye twitched. “I swear I’m not doing anything!”

“You just did it again!” Sabine hissed dangerously, slamming her fists down on the armrests with a dull thud. “Stop it or I’ll make you stop.”

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do? Shoot me?” 

“I just might.” she snapped back. 

Any semblance of control Kanan had, evaporated at the sound of Sabine’s holster unsnapping. He spun his seat around to pin the two teenagers with a heated glare. 

“Enough.” he ordered, his tone holding no room for argument. “We have two more hours in hyperspace; I don’t want to hear another word out of you two until we get back to Lothal. Got it?”

“But I’m not doing anything!” Sabine protested. “He’s the one that won’t leave me alone!”

“I don’t care.” Kanan ground out through clenched teeth before turning on Ezra. To the teen’s credit, he didn’t balk under Kanan’s gaze. He pointed a finger at his padawan and said, “Don’t look at her, don’t speak to her, don’t do whatever it is you are doing, do you understand?”

Ezra sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest defiantly. “Why am I getting in trouble and not her?”

“Because I wasn’t doing anything you moof milker!”

“Sabine.” Hera interjected. “Knock it off.”

Sabine pouted. “I don’t see why I’m being punished when it’s Ezra that won’t leave me alone.”

“You just threatened to shoot me!” 

“Only because you suggested it in the first place!”

Beside him, Hera took her hands off of the controls to rub at her temples. Kanan resisted the urge to do the same. He just wanted five minutes of peace, five blissful minutes of uninterrupted quiet where no one spoke or did anything. But that wasn’t going to happen as long as Sabine and Ezra were in the same vicinity of each other.

“Both of you, get out of here.” Kanan snapped, silencing Sabine and Ezra’s arguing. “Go to your cabins.”

They looked up at him with confused faces but didn’t move.  

“What?” Sabine and Ezra said in union. 

“You’re sending us to our rooms?” Sabine questioned with a huff. 

Ezra nodded along. “You know we're not children right?”

“Well you’re kriffing acting like it.” Kanan growled. “And if you’re going to act like children, I’m going to treat you like one.” 

“You can’t be serious.” Sabine said, a look of disbelief painted on her face. “Hera, tell me he isn’t being serious.”

“Oh, he’s serious alright.” Hera said, turning in her chair to face them. She looked just as done as Kanan felt, her lekku drooping and dark circles forming under her eyes. “And if you know what’s best, you’d listen. Or I’m sure I can find something for you to work on around the Ghost.”

Sabine stood with a huff. “This is ridiculous.” she said before stomping out of the cockpit. 

Ezra, unfortunately, didn't move. 

Kanan arched a brow, little flames of frustrationlicking his insides. He clenched his jaw, pushing them back. 

“Zeb’s napping.” Ezra said matter of factly. “I can’t go to my cabin.”

“Then go to mine.” Kanan replied, his voice shap. “Get my holocron and go through the meditation practices.”

The smug grin fell from Ezra’s face. “What? I get work and Sabine doesn’t?”

“Yeah, you do because you didn’t listen when she asked you to stop.”

“But I wasn’t doing anything bad!”

Hera stood, her hand planted on her hips as she locked eyes with Ezra. “That’s not the point.” she told him sternly. “The point is, you didn’t listen and now you have to face the consequences. Now, do as Kanan says or I will find something for you to do and I guarantee you won’t like it.”

Ezra fumed for a few seconds longer, his displeasure sharp in the Force but he pushed himself to his feet, grumbling under his breath as he stalked from the cockpit. Hera collapsed back into the pilot’s chair the moment the doors slid shut. 

“Who’s idea was it to recruit teenagers?” she asked wearily. 

“It was a team effort.” Kanan replied, sinking down into his seat, letting the quiet of the cockpit wash over him. “I’m too young to be a parent.” 

“Speak for yourself gramps.” she said tiredly. There was a beat of silence before she asked, “Do you think we overstepped?”

Kanan looked over at her, surprised to see worry etched into her face. “How so?”

“We’re not their parents.” was all Hera said. 

Kanan thought for a moment, pondering her question. It was true, they weren’t their parents, at least not in the traditional sense. But then again, Kanan didn’t really know much about the traditional sense of family. He never had a mom or dad like the rest of them did. He had the Jedi, his master.

Sabine’s parents were still alive and Ezra’s were…somewhere out there, lost to the Empire. Kanan didn’t really know where he and Hera stood in the teenager’s lives. He didn’t know if they saw them as anything other than crew. 

But he did know that they were family to him and he would do all that he could to keep them safe, even then they acted like feral tookas. 

And Kanan suspected Hera felt the same. 

“Maybe so,” he said, reaching for her hand. “But we’re all they got.”

That seemed to put a smile on her face, her fingers squeezing Kanan’s gently. 

When they finally touched down on Lothal, not far from Old Jho’s cantina, Sabine and Ezra were waiting for them at the bottom of the loading ramp. They shifted nervously on their feet, contrite looks on their faces. 

“We uh,” Ezra said, dragging his boot across the dusty ground. “We wanted to say we’re sorry. For earlier.”

“Yeah,” Sabine nodded, biting down on her lip. “We were acting like brats.”

“And you both do so much for us, you didn’t deserve that.”

Kanan couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. 

“Thank you for the apology.” Hera said with a gentle incline of her head. 

Ezra nodded before turning and running off towards the cantina to catch up with Zeb. Sabine lingered a moment longer, her mouth slightly opened as if she was preparing to say something. Instead she darted forward, wrapping both of them up in a tight, quick hug. 

“Thanks for looking out for us.” she said, her voice muffled by Kanan’s shirt. She quickly let go and ran off after Ezra, avoiding eye contact, though Kanna could see her eyes shining. 

He felt Hera’s arm wrap around his waist, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. 

“They’re alright.” she said. “Most of the time.”

“Yeah,” Kanan replied, kissing the top of her head. “I guess they are.”

He still wasn’t sure where he and Hera stood with Sabine and Ezra but there was one thing he was sure of, they were family, no matter what.

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[iknowwhattosaynow]

You and Me Against the Galaxy (rated T except marked spicy parts) Word Count: 138k

Caleb Dume and Hera Syndulla, two infants of two systems that are sectors apart, share more than the same birthday and nearly identical intake files. They share a bond in the Force forged at birth.

It's like nothing the Jedi Order has ever seen before.

Growing up Force-sensitive and training to become a Jedi is difficult enough; but when you add in the heavy scrutiny of a Jedi Council concerned about an attachment formed at birth, clan mates who like to get under your skin, a heavy dose of self-doubt, raging teenage hormones, and a Clone War? The odds seem insurmountable.

But with the Force, anything is possible, right?

The Force brought them together for some reason.

What neither one of them could ever suspected is that figuring out the reason that the Force brought them together is the easy part. It's answering the will of the Force when they're called upon that will challenge them more than they could have ever imagined.