#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]

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.

[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

-

"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."

-

ask game

[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.

[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.

[tinycrowned]

sketch to go with the second chapter 🤠

[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

Tagging @rainintheevening, @dairogo, @sailforvalinor, @x-i-l-verify, @faeriefully, @catkin-morgs, @nerdychristianfanboy, @authortobenamedlater, and @mrtobenamedlater

[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!

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

The Mask of Death - Compassion (aka Kallus gets a scolding)

“You wished to see me, Lord Vader?”

Alexsandr Kallus stepped into Darth Vader’s makeshift office. The area had been hastily prepared in the wake of the man’s sudden and unexpected arrival on Lothal, and never really redecorated or spruced up for any added personal flair. Kallus suspected Vader didn’t care what his surroundings looked like as long as they served their purpose, but it was still jarring to be faced with the empty durasteel walls and the almost clinically polished barren surfaces. Even when Vader was present, it seemed as if the room had remained untouched by any man, as if Vader was but a phantom - leaving no trace of his extended stay behind, except for a lingering sense of dread.

“I was under the impression that you were enjoying some well deserved down time,” Vader said; facing the large single viewport giving him access to the outside world with his arms folded in his trademark manner over his broad chest.

“Well, technically I was, but the machinery never rests, does it? Your presence here already proves my point,” Kallus nodded, ever the professional and knowing not to lament his missed free time to someone of Vader’s rank - but he was not intimidated enough by Vader’s usual unpredictable mood to avoid a little banter.

Kallus had seen many men lose the ability to speak when standing before Vader, sans for the adequate “ yes, my lord ,” or “ no, my lord ,” responses that had been so deeply ingrained into their subconsciousness that they spilled forth by mere conditioning. Others would overstep their boundaries and not understand where Vader’s admittedly skewed line for what was acceptable lay, and paid the ultimate price. Kallus would like to think he toed the line as best as he could, and somehow he was rather convinced Vader allowed him some leeway out of appreciation for this insight. He would never entirely let down his guard, however. He may not be very afraid, but he was no fool.

“We are in dire need of more recruits sharing your mindset, agent,” Vader noted, and Kallus took it for a genuine compliment regardless of any possible malintent behind it.

“I am pleased to hear. But you did not summon me for such flattery did you, my lord?” he was quick to point out, making sure his tone came out just the right side of jovial and inquisitive alike.

“Indeed. I have been required to… reevaluate your standing within the Empire. While I believe you to be a loyal man of conviction, others may not - and do not - share my perspective.”

Full fic below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24049894/chapters/81367729

[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

[anathtsurugi]

A Rose Upon a Thorn (Chapter 2) - SWR: A Kalluzeb Fic

Heheh, well, I suppose this qualifies under Hot Kallus Day. A little late, but there’s definitely a generous amount of Kallus being a literal sexy beast. ;D Enjoy!

Words: 19,331

Chapters: 2/7

Rating: E

Relationship(s): Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Rex/Ahsoka Tano, Chirrut Imwe/Baze Malbus, Alexsandr Kallus/Thrawn, Past Eli Vanto/Thrawn)

Summary:

"Wait! Take me instead."

"You? You do not know what it is you offer me, human. It is more than merely taking the boy's place. You are not enough. You will have to become what I require. You will give all that you are, lose everything that you love. That is what it means to offer yourself in his stead."

"But...if I did...you would let him go free?"

"Yes."

-

Seven years ago, Alexsandr Kallus vanished without a trace. When he returns as something distinctly less human, the half-Fey prince, Garazeb Orrelios, will have to discover exactly what it is that's become of his long lost lover. Failure may well mean the end of both the human and the faerie realms.

Excerpt:

"Well, it's...it...no! Alex, what happened to you?" he demanded, shifting his grip to take the human's hands in his. "Where have you been all this time? It's been seven years!"

"Seven years? Really?" Alex asked him, his look growing distant. "Is that all it's been? To me, it- it feels as though it's been much longer. To my mind...it could've been eons since we were last here together...since you made love to me in this grove. Zeb...my love..." he started, his voice gentle but worried, so worried as he lifted Zeb's hands to his lips, pressing tender kisses to the back of each hand. "You shouldn't be here now. It isn't safe."

"Then come with me," he pleaded, pulling Alex's hands to his chest, up against his heart. "Let's just get out of here. You can tell me what happened when we're safe."

Alex shook his head sadly, prying Zeb's hands open with a strength he definitely hadn't had before. "Dearest, I...I can't. If only I could, I'd- I would run away with you...to the ends of the world, but I can't. There's nowhere I can go that I could hope to outrun my fate."

"It was you," Zeb started in desperation, lifting a now free hand up to cup Alex's cheek in his palm. "Just now. That was you...wasn't it? You were the one who saved me."

Alex nodded, leaning into Zeb's touch with an expression so full of pain, it about broke the half-Fey's heart. But then he reached for Zeb's other hand and unwrapped it all the way, drawing his burned palm and fingers to his lips and pressing a loving kiss to every bit of damaged skin. And with each kiss, the skin healed a little more, until his hand was as good as new. And while he gazed at his hand in shock, Alex unwrapped the other, running gentle fingers along the burned flesh.

"It works a little differently," he struggled to explain, "because I was human."

"And what are you now?" Zeb couldn't keep himself from asking. Alex looked back up at him, staring at him a long moment before answering.

"I don't know anymore."

This time Alex lowered his head over Zeb's hand, repeating the process to heal it. Only he didn't just kiss this time. Once the skin was healed, he licked and sucked and nipped at it, gaze darting furtively up to Zeb's. And as the intent behind those kisses changed, Zeb felt threads of liquid need travel from his palm straight to his cock, immediately beginning to stir up his long-dormant desire.

Zeb groaned aloud at a particularly fierce lave of Alex's tongue along his palm. He shuddered helplessly against his lover, something inside of him quickly unraveling at the sight of his head moving up and down upon him.

"Alex..." he whimpered, voice already so much higher than he'd thought it capable of going.

As if it wasn't enough, though, Alex had to take it a step further, sucking rather filthily on each of his fingers. They shouldn't be doing this right now, he knew, but he just couldn't help himself. It had been far too long.

Finishing his working over of Zeb's hand with a single kiss to the wrist, Alex pressed him up against a tree before dropping swiftly to his knees. Zeb caught a glimpse of the hunger in those amber eyes before Alex began to nuzzle his face against the new grown bulge in his breeches. Once again, Zeb groaned at the contact.

Somehow it seemed to take both all the time in the world and no time at all for his lover to lay him bare. When he felt Alex press a featherlight kiss to the hot flesh, he had to resist the urge to buck against him.

Alex lifted his eyes to his, holding his gaze as he lavished him with several brief, pointed flicks of his tongue. Then he took the head of his prick into his mouth, sucking intently at the stiff length of flesh for only a few moments before releasing him, leaving the half-Fey to pant harshly as he stared up at him with a knowing smirk.

"You come when I say you come," his lover said to him, and Zeb felt the chain of his power closing around him as the not-quite-human pressed a kiss to his cock. Then Alex was taking him in.

Chapter 2: Second Night