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Omg hi!

I saw that you wrote for star wars rebels and thought that this was my shot!

Could i get an imagine of where Ezra has a partner(non binary reader) and they get captured after a big fight, and when they come to save them they are EXTREMELY hurt, like, burn scars, black eyes, cuts littered everywhere on their body, and how he would react along with the other ghost crew and a week or so after ish?

The ghost crew is platonic btw, but i don't know if i want Ezra romantic? Just fluff and cuddles and a really worried Ezra :)

Feel free to ignore this and remember to take care of yourself!

This one got carried away from me ty for requesting this, oml-

It was really fun to write it- I literally stayed up until 4 : 30 something or 4 : 40 something writing most of it, got 3 hours of sleep, and began to write it again I love this piece sm-

Sorry for the long wait too, and I hope you remember to take care of yourself as well!! And if this isn’t exactly how you imagined it I apologize as well, but still, I hope you enjoy!!

“—Builds character, apparently.”

The Ghost Crew x Reader [Platonic], Ezra Bridger x Reader [Romantic, mostly - recently established relationship]

Summary ; In which you get captured and tortured after a… lovely argument with your partner. Only to be found and brought back home a week later. Fun times.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; reader get’s tortured, descriptions of violence [not too graphic], injuries, anxiety - typical canon violence for Star Wars Rebels and Star Wars in general. Also not much of a warning but touch starved Ezra!! I love him sm- also hurt comfort things too-

Word Count ; 6.6 k [my longest one so far- :00]

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Thinking back on it now, the argument was so small. So trivial.

So… Minimal.

Compared to now, that is. It was just a stupid thing blown out of proportions. A stupid little spat that you got in with your partner, Ezra.

Well, it’s not that stupid.

It was about him using the damn Sith holocron to get stronger. You didn’t mind that he was using it at first, sure. It helped him. Especially after what happened to Kanan. Kept him calm. Kept him strong. Kept him believing in the Force.

After all, in your minds eye, Sith and Jedi were really just two sides of the same coin.

It didn’t make too much of a difference to you, besides in methods of how each group manipulated their abilities they got from the Force, respectively.

But now, a couple years since then - and about a few months into… whatever your relationship turned out to be - he was depending on it too much. He was taking it’s teachings to the next level, which in turn made him more powerful. Which was a good thing, in some cases. It saved your asses more times than you could count, recently.

But Ezra was… much, much angrier than before.

Power hungry, almost.

And after Kanan found out he was using it - all because Ezra was dumb enough not to hide it quickly or put it away, and too oblivious at that point to even sense that Kanan was literally at his cabin door - Ezra rounded at you.

Blamed you for Kanan figuring it out. Blamed you for spilling his secrets. Blamed you for Kanan getting angry at him for his decision.

And you knew he wouldn’t actually say those things if he was really himself. You knew that he was beginning to get corrupted by that red pyramid of a holocron. You knew he was literally losing nights sleep due to nightmares, which made him more paranoid and skeptical about everything.

But damn, if it didn’t hurt like hell and make you even angrier than he was at that point.

You snapped at him. Told him you kept his secret from everyone. Told him you’d never, ever, spill any secrets of his or anyone else’s, even if you were being tortured for the truth. And you told him that you couldn’t believe he’d even accuse you for such a thing as that. You blamed the holocron, even took Kanan’s side for it - something you rarely ever did when it came down to Ezra unless of it was something serious - saying that Ezra’s gotten angry.

Too angry.

And you honestly didn’t really think you could handle it anymore. Or him in general, for that moment. So you left. Before he had anything else to say, and before he snapped out of that stunned daze that stared right into your eyes, almost completely disbelieving into the very depths of your soul. It was a heat of the moment kind of anger that made you do such a thing.

You offhandedly mumbled something about a mission you had to get to anyways, just as you quickly walked away from him, glare set on your face, hardening any kind of other emotion that threatened to come pouring out of your eyes (stars, you hated angry tears).

All of which happened about a week prior to where you were now.

Starving in a jail cell.

An imperial jail cell, locked away from everyone and everything.

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Another cough racked out of you, a wheeze accompanying it. You must have a cracked rib or something. Karabast, everything burned.

The mission you went on was supposed to take a couple days. And Hera gave it to you as a solo-operation. You needed it anyways, to cool off from the heated and stinging argument you had with Ezra before leaving.

It was simply get a few supply crates for medical purposes for the fleet. With how big the supply crates were, it should last the fleet about half a year at most - a few months at the very least. And honestly, the fleet could take anything it can get, at this point.

The crates were located in between the planets of Batonn and Denash, two planets in the Batonn sector.

You were warned to be careful. Earlier that year all three planets in that sector were taken back over by Grand Admiral Thrawn - some guy you’ve only recently heard of through transmissions from Fulcrum in the past few months - during the Batonn sector insurgency. You would be able to cloak one of the Phoenix squadron ships (since the Phantom would be in use for another mission at the time) so you wouldn’t be able to be detected by any of the imperials, or any of the imperial fleet, there.

Once cloaked, a secret message would be transmitted to you via a comm channel that only you and the disguised transporter would know about, in order to make the exchange for the medical crates. All hidden behind a few of the moons that orbited between both Batonn and Denash.

And you were careful.

At least, you were.

Clearly, the other disguised transporter wasn’t, and the plan was found out a little too late for you to realize that - especially a good few minutes after being bombarded by heavy blaster fire from the imperial fleet’s artillery. You’d think you’d realize that the moment you didn’t see the medical crates outside and connected to the transporter for an easy attachment pick-up, but no. You just had to give them the benefit of the doubt, didn’t you?

And now, here you were.

A week later.

Severely burned, bruised, and dehydrated.

And yet still somehow keeping a level head.

At least. You think.

“I told you, I have nothing to tell you.”, you spat between ragged breaths, another stick of something electric being shoved into your side again. You grit yourself teeth and strained, keeping your groaning and screaming to a minimum. You learned pretty quickly that running your vocal cords raw weren’t going to do you any good like that. Despite having to repeat yourself over and over to the imperial scum in front of you that you literally didn’t know a damn thing about what they wanted to hear from you.

Something something, plans for Lothal and it’s liberation (terrorist attack, which is what the Empire called it), and other boring stuff like where was the other rebels.

Now obviously, you weren’t going to just hand over the second part of their questions on a silver platter that easily. You never would. Not even if someone tried using the Force to get you to spit it out. You wouldn’t reveal that integral part of information, no. That’s where your friends were, that’s where your family lived, that’s where Ezra was.

You sure as hell weren’t going to give them that information for their satisfaction.

As for the first part of their questions, however, you legitimately didn’t know anything about it.

Sure, you’ve heard talks of it. Plans of getting together to actually plan it out, once the fleet was big enough. But you didn’t know specifics. After those couple of things, your knowledge of the subject was dwindled down to just some things you heard in passing conversations back at Chopper base. That was it.

And clearly, for the past longest week ever, the imperials didn’t believe you when you told them that truth.

That it wasn’t even fully planned. That they had nothing to worry about (yet). That you didn’t know anything.

A gloved hand lurched up and roughly grabbed your jaw, digging into the ever worsening bruises that littered your jaw and cheeks, forcing you to look at whoever it was. Through the swelling of your black eye that’s been getting worse for the past couple of days, all you could see was the blurry outline of the same soldier that always questioned you, looked at you and hurt you like you were the scum of the galaxy.

“The more you lie, the worse this gets”, he sneered, another jabs of burning and electricity stinging through you at his words. He shoved your face to the side as he let go of you, your head smacking into the metal slab that held you up and kept you captive in this horrific torture machine.

Another strained noise tickled the back of your throat. Another whimper of pain that you stifled to keep your sanity. At the very least, you could do whatever Ezra taught you to do best.

Annoy the hell out of these bucket heads.

“What’s that saying about insanity? Oh right”, you coughed before wheezing out a bit of forced laughter, a smirk forming over your mouth, irritating the cut lower lip that was beginning to scab over. “If - if you do something over and over again, and continuously get the same results, that makes you insane. And uh - buddy it’s been about a week, hasn’t it? You haven’t gotten anywhere—“

The restraints were unclipped from your wrists and ankles. Confusion wracked your mind before a hand grabbed at your neck and forced you back harshly on the metal slab. That time, you couldn’t stop the loud shout that sprang out from you at the sudden movements.

“Wha—“, you grunted before you can even squeeze out a sentence, a strong fist connected with your abdomen, making all the airbrush out of you at the action. You couldn’t even begin to process the pain you were in besides the electrical burns. The adrenaline and the numbness to it at that point was still ringing true in every nerve in your body.

Before the imperial soldier could even land another hit on you, or another burn, the hilt of a Lasan Bo-rifle hit the back of them at a pressure point, instantly knocking them out.

Wait.

Bo-rifle from Lasan?

You coughed and wheezed for more air the moment the soldier let go of your reddening neck and smacked onto the ground, and you were even firmly planted on the ground yet, or strapped down onto anything. So you were about to smack onto the ground yourself when you found no energy within you to keep yourself there. Gravity acted too fast on you.

“Woah, easy there kid—“, a rough voice sounded, almost distant in your ears, until a couple of purple furred hands caught you before you fell, steadying you on your shaky feet. “You alright there?”

“Zeb?”, you croaked out, looking up and squinting at who caught you. Purple fur, blurry yellow eyes, some semblance of a scowl - yep that was Zeb.

Once Zeb got a proper look at you, he grimaced with a flinch. “Oh - Karabast, kid, what did they do to you?!”

Burn marks everywhere, bruises everywhere, scratches everywhere, rips in clothing, tattered, messy hair, more sunken eyes than usual, looking dryer and skinnier. Karabast, you look worse for wear.

“Oh, yknow”, you chucked wryly, still keeping up the act of being as calm as you could. “A bit of torture, a bit of starvation and dehydration - builds character, apparently.” Zeb rolled his eyes, brow furrowed in something a lot less like annoyance and much more like worry.

Odd, you think. It’s only been a week since you were kidnapped. How worried could they have gotten?

“Spectre-4 to Spectre-2, come in.”, Zeb said immediately into the comm.

“Specter-2 to Spectre-4, Whaddya got for me, Zeb?”, answered the crackling voice of Hera on the other end, a faint sound of blaster fire behind her somewhere.

“I found them, I found Spectre-7”, Zeb said immediately into the comm.

“YOU FOUND THEM?” , came a chorus of four other voices loudly into the comms, along with the surprisingly relieved beeps of Chopper. You and Zeb flinched at the sound. Your ears weren’t as sensitive as the Lasat’s were, but damn if that sudden noise didn’t make you flinch.

Your’s and Zeb’s shared reaction caused him to look back at you as opposed to the comm in his other hand. One arm was held onto one of your biceps, which was one of the only thing keeping you from falling next to the puffer-pig dung heap on the floor. You were so much lighter than before. That was not a good sign.

“They’re not lookin’ so good.”, he said honestly, swiveling his head around just in case of any stray stormtrooper coming your guys’ way. No one answered back right away. At least, that’s why you and Zeb thought.

Comms shorted for a second.

Imperials know they’re there, trying to get you back, trying to cut off communications with one another.

“Zeb”, came another voice. Younger than Hera’s, definitely not either of the other guys. Sabine, you guessed, mind still swirling from the burning feeling of the metal, electrifying rods being stabbed into your sides, just enough to cause burns rather than cuts in the skin. “ZEB!”

Zeb exclaimed in irritation at the loud and sudden noise of the comms crackling back, deciding best that it probably wasn’t a good idea to just sit and wait for the others to find you two while under blaster fire. “WHAT!? What is it—!?”

“Talk to me, Orrelios, how bad are they??”, urged Sabine, seemingly referring to your injuries.

You grunted at the sudden lurch of being pulled into the hallway by Zeb, stumbling over your shaking feet as he didn’t stop for a second, even at the sounds of your own discomfort, the ones you wanted to keep at bay for a while now.

The lasat pulled you aside into an empty corridor once the blaster fire began to reach you guys. With a sigh of irritation, he picked you up from your knees and held you up - almost like a kid, which you still kind of were to some degree to him - and spoke into the comms once again. You laid your head on his shoulder with a groan and a wheeze, earning another concerned side-eyed glance from Zeb.

“Look, you’ll see them when we get back to the rendezvous point, just get there, got it!?” He said sharply into the comm, shoving it back into its place on his belt.

After that, conversations on the comms were just crackles and buzzes of the other members quickly trying to communicate with one another, blaster fire covering the most of it up, along with your hands at your ears. It was all just a blur at that point, really.

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Just before reaching the rendezvous point that was agreed upon, Zeb let you down to your feet again, still keeping a stabilized hand on your shoulder as you walked - hobbled, really - over to where the rendezvous was. He figured you didn’t want anyone to see that he carried you here like a child all the way there from that corridor. Karabast, you even vocalized that.

“Tell anyone you carried me like a kid and I will steal all of your snack rations from the extra food we found, got it?”, you slurred out, arm loosely wrapped around your middle as you heave a coarse cough afterwards, still trying to recover from being tortured just before Zeb found you.

“Got it.”, Zeb said to you with a small, relived chuckle. Although, that relief was short. How the hell are you still acting normal after all of that? Your normal, sarcastic-like-you-spend-way-too-much-time-with-Ezra self? Although, the sarcasm seems to be the only remaining constant with how you were from a week before, at that moment, so the Lasat can take what he can get. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all.

You arrived at the rendezvous point not a minute later, being met with a very worried sick Sabine and Hera. Hera immediately took you from Zeb’s side, an arm wrapping under one of yours as she led you back onto the Ghost. Sabine held onto your bicep of the other arm wrapped around your abdomen and stomach, keeping close by, and Zeb hovered close behind as the four of you quickly boarded the ghost.

Ezra, Kanan and Chopper were the ones in charge of the escape.

Once you were confirmed to be MIA, with chatter around the imperial gossip chain leading to fulcrum about six days into your stay at that imperial facility before it got to Chopper base, the plan was made almost in record time.

It was agreed upon that the two Jedi’s were to help escape, not fight. Not after the whole debacle with the old Clone Wars Y-Wings mission days prior to that, when Ezra’s use of the dark side got into his confidence and a little out of control during that mission - which lead to the unfortunate destruction of the Phantom.

Ezra was wholeheartedly against it, and so was Kanan.

But to Hera and the other two, it was their best bet. The moment Kanan and Ezra would’ve been found in that imperial facility would’ve made things a whole lot harder to get you out of there.

The Jedi staying behind on the Ghost was their best bet to get you out of there with as minimal attention as possible.

Well, as much as they could despite being rebels, of course.

No sooner than the doors to the Ghost closed once you were all loaded onto the ship, the freighter was immediately put into hyperdrive. Not directly to Atollan, of course - just somewhere away from that cursed place around Batonn and Denash.

The four of you all breathed a sigh of relief, you still wheezing and coughing from everything and trying to catch your breath. At this point, though, you’re pretty sure you have a cracked rib somewhere. Breathing hurt. Not just around your neck, but your sides too.

“Well, that was something”, you strained out with a forced chuckle, earning some pained looks from Sabine and Hera once they looked at the state of you.

Stars, you looked like hell.

Beeping and warbling from Chopper joined you soon afterwards, the Astro-mech flying towards you, around the loading dock that everyone who wasn’t a Jedi was in. Chopper nudged onto your leg, moving its head from side to side, almost like a nuzzling manner that your would see from a loth-cat. Zeb chuckled at the sight a bit, earning a quick zap from Chopper, and what could’ve been a curious catering of curse words and what you picked up to be “don’t tell anyone about this”, in droid language. You moved your arm from around your waist, giving Chopper a quick pat on the head, taking your hand back as he rolled away, the sounds of two sets of footsteps bounding closer on the metal of the ground scaring him off to the side.

You looked up slowly, eyes barely meeting Kanan’s, nor Ezra’s.

Well, it’s not like Kanan could actually see you. But he could hear and sense you. And the pain you’re in, despite you not being able to feel it all just yet. And he could tell you were fighting the whole time. Not giving up even the slightest bit of actual information that could help the empire. He was both equal parts relieved and absolutely horrified at that.

Force knows what kind of injuries littered the skin of your body.

Ezra, on the other hand, could see you. He couldn’t even begin to fathom what he saw.

A gulp and a shaky, quiet breath followed after he finally got to see you. A week after that stupid, stupid argument. His eyes were wide, cerulean blues scanning over each and every injury and bruise that came with your battered appearance.

You were his partner.

What did those damned imperial asshats do to his partner!?

“Hey, there’s my favorite Jedi’s!”, you forced out, your voice cutting through Ezra’s thoughts, another smile cutting through the scab on your lip even more.

Kanan gave Ezra a small pat on the back in encouragement, and Ezra wasted no time on jumping over the railing of the top deck, feet firmly planting on the lower deck of the loading dock before he enraptured you into a tight hug that almost knocked you back down onto the ground.

Hera, Sabine, and Zeb were smart enough to back away once Ezra had landed on the lower deck.

You grunted from the force, a pained wheeze accompanying it. ”Easy, Ez, pretty sure you cracked my ribs even more”, you say, sarcasm and a joking lilt covering whatever kind of fears you were feeling right then. Ezra just barely loosened his grip on you, a hand coming up to gently hold onto the back of your head as the other clutched you close around your shoulders.

His eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed downwards as his chin pressed onto your shoulder, for another reminder that you were there. You were with him. You were in the Ghost.

You were safe.

He was still reeling at hearing the sound of your voice after not hearing it for about a week. Perhaps the longest week ever.

To say that he freaked out the moment he realized you missed your check-in time with Hera was an absolute understatement. He was already antsy during the first two days of your mission. Especially since you guys both said nothing to each other after the argument, you having left not too long afterwards. He already got a bad feeling that wouldn’t stop coursing through him - no matter how hard he tried to will it away - the moment you left him alone after you offhandedly mentioned your task once the argument ended.

And when you missed the check-in time? And the days after that?

He couldn’t sleep at all.

Went through one too many scenarios through his head that made him anxious to no end in sight. Not even Hera or Kanan could help him through that one.

He grew irritable when he was told to wait for further instructions on the matter of your disappearance. He wanted to go out and find you - maybe pay a visit to whoever the hell kept you away from the base for so long. Man, even Sabine and Zeb were willing to join him on that endeavor before the transmission from Fulcrum came through. Once Fulcrum said your name and stated the now-debunked-as-true rumors of you being captured in an imperial facility for questioning, all thoughts of his previous idea flew out the window.

He remembers how the air left his lungs when Zeb’s voice crackled through the comms to speak to Hera about finding you, Kanan and him being tapped into the frequency just incase anything else happened while they were on the Ghost, waiting for the rest of the Spectres to come home with you in tow with them for the escape. It was difficult to breathe for a few seconds.

Zeb found you.

And then, of course, he remembers the fear and anger that rushed in at what Zeb said about your state of being. What he wouldn’t give to have beat up whoever thought was a good idea to torture people for information - especially whoever thought it was a good idea to do that to you. Everyone knew immediately what Zeb was referring to when he said you didn’t look too good. You were injured. And from Zeb’s tone of voice, the injuries were bad.

And now, here you were. Held in his arms, safe back on the home you called the Ghost, with him being absolutely unable to bring himself out of the hug. He can breath easier now, now that you’re at home.

“Ez, ‘m fine”, you said with a laugh. Still trying to remain calm. “You can let go of me, y’know?”

Ezra shook his head no stubbornly, eyebrows furrowing inwards a bit more for just a second at the idea, knowing damn well he got a roll from the eyes from you. That wasn’t going to change his mind about holding you at all.

“Ezra seriously my ribs are starting to hurt—“

He loosened his grip enough to pull away from you, not before pulling a surprising move and lifting you up into his arms. One arm still clung around your shoulders, and the other hooked underneath your knees. You gasped in surprise at the action, but the gasp was a little to sharp for your body’s reaction, so immediately afterwards you coughed away from him and into your elbow, trying to catch your breath, your other arm slung around Ezra’s neck instinctively.

After a bit more of you catching your breath after a few seconds, Ezra sighs shortly in relief, and makes his way towards the ladders with you, still in his arms. The adrenaline was still there for you, just slowly waning, enough for you to get tired enough not to protest Ezra’s actions.

“What are you doing?”, Hera asked him once he started climbing out the ladder to the deck above the loading dock. The arm around your shoulders was helping him climb, your arm strong enough to hold yourself up, while his other arm stayed hooked underneath your legs.

“Gonna help with their injuries.”, he told Hera curtly.

“We have a team of medics at the base to—“

“I know.”

Ezra’s voice was sharp at that answer, even just the slightest bit of annoyed, stunning a bit of silence out of Hera at his reaction. The rest of the crew watched as he disappeared back into the Ghost with you wrapped up in his arms.

For a second, Hera took a step towards the ladders, having half a mind to follow the two of you, before Kanan’s voice called out to her from the balcony.

“Let him help. They’ll be fine with him. Think they both need some time together after the past week we just had.” He explained to her calmly. Hera only stared at him for a long minute, before looking at a random part of the Ghost below them both, sighing at his words.

He was right.

You both needed this.

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“You really said that to the guy?”, Ezra asked incredulously, voice the softest it’s ever been around you. He was busy cleaning off the dried blood from your visible cuts, having already just cleaned, bandaged, and put burn salve on the electrical burns all over your middle and sides. The burn salve was long over due for them, and you visibly relaxed when the burns were finally covered in the soothing, cooling substance. That should take away the sting that ebbed away at your nerves.

“Hey, it really was the definition of insanity in there!”, you said with a chuckle as you defended your word choices. Which, granted, prompted you to get choked by the guy before Zeb stepped in, so it probably wasn’t the best word choice, but still. It was better than nothing. “Couldn’t help it, Ezra. I spend too much time with you to not say something, yknow.”

That comment coaxed a small smile out of Ezra, a gentle hum of a chuckle already being pushed through him. But it still wasn’t enough to make him laugh all the way. At least it got him to smile, though, even for a little bit.

He was cleaning off a couple of the cuts on one of your hands, attention staying on that hand as he let the small smile turn the corners of his mouth upwards.

“There’s the smile I missed for the past week”, you said, your other hand coming up to cup the left side of his cheek. Your thumb lightly grazed over the two shallow indents of scars left by the inquisitors a couple years prior, and he leaned into the feeling of your hand on his cheek, stopping his small mission of getting you patched up himself, and relishing in your touch. Even if it’s for a few seconds before he got back to work.

One week without any knowledge of how you were doing was enough to make him realize how much he really, really missed you during the longer missions. He missed your hugs, your talks, the banter. He’d give anything to prevent another week like this one from happening again.

One week without him around was enough to make you worry. What kind of lengths he’d go through to get anyone back. To get you back. That is, if he fully turned to the darkside of the Force. Sure, two sides of the same coin with the light side of the Force and everything, but it still harbored some level of fear in you. Luckily, though, it seemed like Kanan knocked some sense in him. That or your disappearance and subsequent torturing - but honestly you’re hoping it’s not the latter. You’re just glad he’s ok. That he isn’t hurt. That he’s here and he’s safe, and that you protected the secrets of the Ghost and Chopper Base without breaking to anything the imperial facility threw at you. That was an accomplishment in its own right. And you were glad that you were able to keep those secrets safe.

And that you were able to keep Ezra safe.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when a thumb swiped over the split cut that was on your lower lip. Ezra just barely grazed it, but it still hurt, and made you wince a little bit at the touch. Only by a smidge.

To cover that up, however, you decided to joke around a bit.

“If you wanted a kiss you could’ve just asked”, you said, snickering a little at Ezra’s eye roll, and the red that began to tinge his ears. He closed his eyes and shook his head with a chuckle, and your smile grew. That got him to laugh.

His hand moved to hold the side of your neck, just below your jawline. Part of his hand still rested on it, more so at the corner, and just underneath the skin of your ear. The touch was careful, and his thumb lightly brushed against the bruising on your jaw. He gently pulled your head closer, and his forehead lightly bumped against yours, his nose lightly nudging against the side of your own, all in an attempt to get more calm and comfortable.

And it worked.

He took in a breath, and let out a sigh, the tension in his shoulders finally leaving after a couple seconds of the breath.

“Sorry about the argument”, he mumbled the apology, eyes tilted downwards, focus on the ground. “I shouldn’t have—“

“Hey”, you cut him off, knuckle from your free hand coming up, gently nudging his chin up so he could look at you, eyes that swirled with the power of the Force onto yours, that only caught the reflection of the light in the room, and the reflection of Ezra in front of you. “That was just a stupid argument. That doesn’t matter now.”

“But it does!”, he exclaimed in a whisper, irises boring into yours. You swear, you could see your own soul reflected through them. ”I went out of line and blamed you for being careless and—“

“You really think that argument has any affect on me right now?”, you ask, raising a brow. “Karabast, I was literally tortured, I would love to go back to when that argument was the most of my worries.”

That was only last week that that argument happened. So trivial, compared to the events that unfurled.

So trivial compared to the burns on your sides, the ache in your ribs, the twinges of pain from your bruises and the black eye that plagued your left eye.

It hurt emotionally, sure.

But what you wouldn’t give to go back to that being the only kind of pain that swirled in your mind.

Before even you realized what was happening, through the haze of the loud thoughts that made up your mind at the moment, Ezra’s other hand disconnected from the rag that cleaned up your dried blood, and reconnected with your other cheek on the other side of your face, away from the black eye. He nudged away a stray tear with one of his knuckles, and brushed his thumb over the swell of your cheek once more began to slowly tumble out. Mainly from the one eye you could actually see out of properly, the one eye that went wide after you mentioned the torture you endured, the one eye that let that tear go loose, providing other tears with enough confidence to start falling as well.

“I was tortured, Ezra.” Your voice went quiet, strained.

It was only then that you realized just how horrified you were.

Strange, how some feelings of anxiety didn’t pop up until way later, once you were actually processing whatever kind of traumatic event you just went through. Other times the anxiety bubbles up pretty quickly, during whatever you were going through - even if it was just a normal, calm situation that somehow made your anxiety act up. But this time, it took you a week to actually feel the damned fear that wouldn’t actually allow you to sleep very much throughout the time you were being held at the facility.

Then again, you were also doing your best to keep a level head the whole time. To keep yourself from spilling anything. To keep yourself sane.

Maybe it was the fact that you were finally in the comfort of your own home, in front of your partner no less, that made you feel comfortable enough to grab onto the bad feelings again, rather than to just force them down until they were too much for you.

Your eyes blurred Ezra out of focus due to the burning tears that bubbled up behind your eyelids. You screwed them both shut, and gulp with a shaky breath. Ezra furrowed his brow again - this time, however, they were pointed more upwards than downwards.

Still keeping his hands in the same places on your neck and cheek, he lifted his head from resting against yours and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, staying there for a couple seconds, just to linger. Mainly for his own comfort, to remind himself you were physically there with him, and also to remind you of that as well.

After that he wrapped you up in another hug, gentler this time. One you leaned into, your forehead coming to rest on his shoulder, near the crook of his neck. The hand on your cheek moved to the back of your head, lightly pressed into your hair, and his other hand on the side of your neck, just under your jawline and ear, moved to your back, pulling you forward for the hug that you graciously accepted.

He nudged his nose onto the crown of your head, placing another soft and comforting kiss there. “Took you that long to figure it out, huh?”, he murmured, voice soft with an air of humor. Just the slightest lilt to make things much less strenuous than they seemed.

“Shut up, Bridger”, you sniffed, lightly punching his arm, a chuckle spilling out between the both of you. The hug tightened just a little bit, the hand you punched Ezra’s arm with holding onto the sleeve of his orange jacket he always wore.

“Sorry, sorry”, he apologized, laying his cheek down on the top of your head. “Had to joke about this somehow, right?”

You let out a breathy laugh, followed by a sigh, quiet and exhausted. “Right…”

A silence fell over the two of you. Ezra let out a sigh through his nose a couple minutes into it. “You’re safe now, ok? You know that, right?”

The message was quiet, a soft mumble only meant for your ears. The tension in your own shoulders began to ease a little, much like his minutes beforehand.

Your arm moved from his jacket to around his neck again, pulling the hug even closer, just to be nearer to him. Just for more comfort. For your peace of mind to remind yourself that you’re home.

You’re safe.

You’re with Ezra.

Things are fine for now.

Everything will be alright for now.

Just for right now. Which is all you could ask for at that moment.

“I know.”, you mumbled back. You sigh out of relief, of being there with Ezra, in the comforting arms of home, in the surprisingly comforting metal rooms of home, deciding against breaking the hug for the time being.

Until Ezra broke it himself.

“Oh c’mon, Ez!”, you complained. “I was just getting comfortable, dude!”

“You were falling asleep on me”, he responded back, grabbing the rag he was using to clean off the dried blood from your injuries strewn about your skin. He stood up to get more water for it, along with a cooler ice-pack for the nasty bruise on your eye.

“Like I said, I was just getting comfortable!”

“You can get comfortable and sleep on my shoulder after I’m done taking care of your injuries - and after we’re sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have a concussion.”

“I’m not convinced.”

You groan, leaning back on your arms as Ezra gathers the supplies you need from one of the medical kits that came from the medical crates you were supposed to get from your mission beforehand. “Stars, you’re just as stubborn as Chopper - like friend like droid, y’know?”, you say with a playful scoff.

Ezra laughed. It was less of a chuckle now, more genuine. Good. You liked it when he laughed. “I could say the same thing about you, y’know—“ you interrupted him with a indignant noise, absolutely appalled that he would ever compare your stubbornness to the astro-mech. You were the only one allowed to do that, how dare he?

“I’m not that stubborn—“

Another laugh bubbled out from Ezra, and you couldn’t help but smile at it. It was a noise that never failed to brighten your day, even in the darkest of hours.

A chuckle made it’s way out of your throat again as a smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you shook your head a little, the banter between you both continuing. Just like normal.

Just like home.

Maybe some things were definitely worth getting tortured over.

If you could keep the base safe, the Ghost safe, and Ezra safe, you’d do it all over again, no matter what.

You’d always protect your home from the Empire.

Even if your home wasn’t always protecting you.

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Some Apology Part 2

Summary: You want to try to think things over before continuing but one thing leads to another.

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x f Bridger sister!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, oral (f receiving), feelings, Kanan is NOT her master, and she is NOT his padawan.

WC: 3.6K

A/N: WOW has it already been a year and a half since I wrote part one? I'm sorry. But I'm BACK, baby! And I'm going to beg that Kanera shippers refrain for coming for me please. That was part of the reason I put this story on the backburner for so long. I ALSO ship Kanera! Shout out to Idledreams for pumping me up and encouraging me with this! You're the best and ilysm!

PART ONE │ TAGLIST FORM │ PLAYLIST

Later that night, there’s a knock on the fresher door while you’re getting ready for bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You reply around your toothbrush.

“It’s me.” Kanan’s voice is quiet on the other side as if he’s trying to avoid being heard from any of the others, so you open the door. Somehow, the ‘whoosh’ of the door is louder when you’re hoping no one will hear it.

He walks inside, letting the door slide shut behind him, despite you standing in nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around you.

“Gee, make yourself comfy.” You roll your eyes, spitting into the sink and then rinsing it out and then gargling a bit of water.

You throw your toothbrush back into your bag and then look at him, leaning against the sink as you do so.

“We should… talk this thing out before we… do anything.” He whispers.

“What thing?” You grin, amused.

It’s almost cute how flustered he is about your kiss earlier. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t also, but you’re trying really hard to play it cool. Sabine’s earlier comment about how you should just bang it out keeps repeating in your head.

“This,” He gestures between the two of you, “thing. Us.”

“I didn’t know you wanted there to be an us, Kanan.” You cross your arms and you can sense his desire as he glances down at your chest briefly, before looking back up into your eyes.

The glance was so subtle and quick, anyone else would’ve missed it.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want there to be an ‘us’.” He tells you.

You look up into his silky blue eyes. “You want there to be an us.”

He rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Didn’t I just say that?”

“Ugh. You’re still insufferable.” You grin, pulling him by his shirt toward you.

“Yeah, but you secretly like it.” He smirks before his lips gravitate down toward yours.

Once again, his hands grip your hips like he’s trying desperately to anchor himself to you. You’re so tempted to drop the towel, just to fluster him even more, but you’re also terrified to make that leap.

Do you want to fuck Kanan? Yeah, obviously.

But right this very second? You don’t know.

What if it severely messes everything up?

“Wait, wait.” You pant against his lips, breathless, your eyes fluttering open. “Stop.”

He immediately pulls away, slightly. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

You nod. “Yeah… I just… What if this is a monumentally terrible idea?”

“As opposed to our constant bickering?” He raises an eyebrow like he always does and you used to think it pissed you off, but now… it’s just endearing.

Karabast…

“I think we should think on it a bit more, before we… uh…” You look down between the two of you at his knee between your bare thighs and he clears his throat, understanding what you mean, pulling away fully.

“You’re right.” He nods, “We can think about it.”

He gives your elbow a soft squeeze. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…” You murmur as he walks out of the fresher.

You know it’s the right call to think about it, but still… The urge to go back on it and pull him back into the fresher is a little too strong. And as if he can sense it, he glances back down the hall of the Ghost at you with a smirk before walking into his quarters.

For the next two days, Kanan becomes slightly more insufferable, which you didn’t think was even possible. Every time he enters a room that you’re in, his hands find their way to your lower back, or he finds a reason to squeeze past you, brushing up against you, drawing the breath from your lungs as you become the one flustered. And he knows exactly what he’s doing too. That’s what that smirk was about the other night after he left the fresher. He’s going to make this as difficult for you as possible.

“We’re docking at Phoenix Cell now.” Ezra wakes you up with a shake like he does almost every morning.

“Alright.” You bat him away with a push.

“Get. Up.” Ezra pushes you back. “We’re going to be late. Sato already isn’t a fan of mine.”

“And whose fault is that?” You sit up to glare at him with sleepy eyes before sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Kanan’s cheery voice is in your doorway and you give a half wave and a yawn.

Kanan walks in as Ezra walks out, standing over you, making you go warm in the face.

“It’s too early for this.” You mumble, amused.

Kanan rolls his eyes and hands you a mug of caf. “Thought you could use this.”

“Thank you.” You outstretch your hand for the mug and he brushes his fingers against yours.

Whether or not it’s an accident, you can’t be sure. Either way, you take the mug and he sits next to you on the edge of your bunk. As you sit your feet down on the floor, you sit there next to each other in comfortable silence as you both drink your caf.

“I don’t mind this.” He admits.

“Why, because I’m quiet when I first wake up?” You tease.

He elbows you in the side, teasingly and you both laugh. “Because when I wake up in the mornings, you’re the first face I want to see.”

You look at him with parted lips. “I-”

“Hey, are you awake-” Sabine’s voice is in the doorway suddenly. “Oh. You’re up.”

You both look at her, flustered. She’s smirking between you and Kanan. Nothing is necessarily happening, but it still feels like she’s caught you in a compromising position.

“She’s up. Just had to coax her out of bed with some caf.” Kanan stands up and heads toward the doorway.

“Oh, is that all?” Sabine wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively, and you and Kanan both roll your eyes so hard that it’s almost a surprise they don’t pop out of their sockets.

She quickly makes her way out of your shared cabin and heads toward the exit of the ship to join Hera and Zeb. You can feel Kanan’s presence as you dig for clothes in your drawer and your fresher bag.

“I feel the same way, you know.” You tell him as you pull out a shirt and pants.

“I know.” You can feel the smile.

Walking into one of the briefing rooms on Phoenix Cell just as Commander Sato, Ahoska, Sabine, and Hera are talking, you greet Ahsoka with a wave but she glances between you and Kanan and shakes her head with an amused look as she leans against the wall.

Well, that was quick.

You try to tune into what Sato and Hera are saying but you’re hyper aware of the way that Kanan’s gaze is solely on you from behind you. How it feels like he’s pressed up against you, but he’s not. His presence is just that impactful and compelling to you.

“-If only we had more allies.” Hera’s voice snaps you out of your trance.

“I know someone who might be able to help us.” Ahsoka speaks up, still glancing between you and Kanan before walking across the room, in thought. “A great military commander with a vast knowledge of the Outer Rim. He could assist us in finding a base, and his experienced leadership would make him a powerful ally.”

“How do we recruit this leader?” Sato, asks her.

“That’s the problem. I lost track of him a long time ago and all my transmissions have gone unanswered.” She replies, crossing her arms.

You can sense the worry in her. Whoever this ally was, was someone important to her.

Ezra speaks up. “We can find him. Let us try.”

“Well, there is one option I’ve not yet attempted.” Ahsoka smiles softly. “I’ll be back and meet you at your ship.”

Sato clicks off and everyone starts to leave, but Ahsoka stops you and Kanan in the hallway, just outside the door once everyone has left.

“What’s up?” You ask her, nervously.

She places her hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way. You immediately feel more at peace and you’re not sure if that’s her doing some Jedi power thing or if it’s just Ahsoka as a person.

“I notice something’s changed between the two of you.” She murmurs, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Uh…” Kanan rubs the back of his neck, looking at you.

“Is that… a problem?” You ask her.

She chuckles. “Between two consenting adults? No, of course not.”

“But?” You ask.

“But… it is not wise, nor appropriate for a master and a padawan-”

Oh. Of course. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of that. But you don’t see yourself as Kanan’s padawan. You never have. You barely attend his lessons with Ezra. It was just evident that you’re also force sensitive like your brother. You’re not sure about the whole Jedi thing, but it’s still intriguing to you. And you also like to be prepared for as much as possible. It’s just not your path the way it is Ezra’s. “I’m not his padawan. That would be my brother.” You tell her. “I’ve sat in on some of his Jedi lessons with Ezra, but I don’t see him as my Master.”

Kanan smiles softly down at you and then looks at Ahsoka. “Nor do I see her as my padawan. I would never take advantage of her like that. She’s the one in control here, calling the shots.”

“Well, most of them.” You smirk up at him.

Ahsoka chuckles and nods. “Well, just… be safe.”

You know what she means and you decide that it’s time for you to go.

“Oh good Maker. Alright, I’ll see you guys…” You shake your head and walk away back toward the Ghost, embarrassed and hot in the face.

You can sense delight practically radiating through Kanan. He’s enjoying this far too much.

“Is that an old tactical droid head?” Kanan asks Ahsoka when she walks into the cockpit after a while.

You all turn to see her, in fact, carrying an old, bulky tactical droid head. You’re pretty sure those droids were used by the Separatists in the Clone Wars, but you’re not exactly brushed up on the Clone War history, since the war didn’t really reach Lothal.

“These droids were great at finding things, calculating.” Ahsoka scoffs. “Found my master and I a few times when we didn’t want to be found.”

“How in all the galaxy is that droid gonna find your friend?” Ezra asks, amused and Chopper warbles in agreement.

“Well, I heard he was last seen in the Seelos system.” She replies, turning to leave. “You can start there.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Ezra asks, confused.

It’s evident how much your brother looks up to her.

“I have something else to attend to.” She tells him.

“The Sith Lord.” Kanan realizes, solemnly.

“There are questions… Questions that need answering.” She doesn’t look back when she says it, but you sense the worry within her.

“I wish we could go with you.” Ezra tells her.

“You have your own mission, Ezra. And Kanan, if you find my friend. You must trust him.” Ahsoka tells Kanan, turning back one last time.

“If he’s all the things you say, we can’t afford not to.” Kanan replies.

“Trust him.” She says, her face going completely serious before the door closes and she leaves.

“That was… ominous?” You look up at Kanan from your seat, confused. “Did anyone else think that was ominous as hell?”

Kanan shrugs, like he has no idea what that was about either. A few moments later, Hera pulls the Ghost away from Phoenix Cell and pushes into hyperspeed, headed toward the Seelos system.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but ominous Jedi warnings always make me hungry.” You clap your hands together and get up to go down to the kitchen. “Anyone else?”

“I could eat.” Kanan pushes away from the wall, smirking at you, prepared to follow.

“I bet you could.” You mutter so only he hears you, only making his smirk break into a grin.

The moment that the door slides shut behind Kanan, his hand is on your lower back, except when you try to turn to go down the ladder toward the kitchen, he grabs you by the belt loop and leads you into his bunkroom, hitting the lock button behind him.

Arousal sets deep in your stomach, beginning to burn as you back up against his wall by his bed. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. He wants you just as bad as you want him.

“Do you want this?” He whispers.

You nod as he approaches you.

“Words, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

You’ve never been so turned on in your life. “Yes. I want it. I want you.”

He smiles, walking toward you, eyes on your lips. Unable to tear your eyes away from his hands, he takes his gloves off first, and then his pauldron, dropping them to the extra bed on the other wall. He takes his thigh holster and belt off next, sitting them with his gloves and pauldron.

He looks naked like this. Vulnerable. You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him like this. And he trusts you to see him this way.

Kanan stands mere centimeters from you now as you look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands slinks around your waist, pulling you against him as the other hand runs up the side of your neck, into your hair, guiding your head back slightly so that you look up at him, the color of his eyes, basically oceans, pulling you in with the tide. You’d happily drown in them.

You’d drown in him.

“I wish you knew the effect you’ve had on me since the day we met.” He whispers as his eyes search yours.

Suddenly, you’re the one feeling naked. Like he sees right into your soul.

You wish you could say you want to drop a witty, sarcastic reply, but you don’t. You just want him to kiss you.

“I want to take my time with you.” His lips ghost over yours and you reach for his lips but he keeps you in place so he can make you understand that he means what he’s saying. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together again. Will you let me do that?”

“Yes.” You whisper so breathlessly that you’re not sure if you actually said it out loud or not.

“I’m only going to ask you one more time…” His hand on your waist backs you up against the wall again. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Stars… yes.” You whimper. “Kanan, please.”

With that, he kisses you. This kiss isn’t like the others, though. This one is carnal and desperate. It’s what you’ve been holding back from each other. It’s what you’ve needed from the start. All the bickering and fighting and clashing has led to this very moment.

Your tongues tangle in perfect movement, no longer fighting against each other. You have no reason to fight it anymore. His groan vibrates against your own and you have to remind yourself to keep it down so no one else hears it. Both of his hands find their way into your hair as his knee finds its way between your thighs again, keeping you in place. You can feel his length harden against your thigh and you gasp into your mouth when he pushes it against you harder.

“Fuck, Kanan…” You moan as you grind against his thigh, shamelessly.

He pulls away to watch you, his lips swollen. “That’s right. Keep going, sweetheart.”

Your whimper sounds so pathetic, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care as you feel your panties rub against your clit just right. Your mind wanders to his fingers and how you just know they’d absolutely devastate you in the best way.

“I need you.” You beg.

You never thought you’d beg for any man, let alone this one in front of you. But here you are, needy and coming apart just like he promised.

He smirks against your lips. “You really wanna stop before cumming?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “No, but I can’t stop thinking about your fingers.”

Kanan pulls away to look at you, his gaze darkening. “These fingers?”

When he sticks his fingers into your mouth, you nearly drop. His fingers taste a little salty but not unpleasant. He spreads his index and middle fingers apart across your tongue and back together, pushing back a little farther.

“See, because I think these fingers need to be just as wet as your pussy is right now before I fuck you with them.” He whispers. “What do you think?”

You close your eyes and nod around his fingers as you continue to ride the friction out against your cunt, a little quicker now. Until he stops you, making your eyes pop open.

“Undo your belt.” He commands, taking his fingers out of your mouth. “And then take off your pants.”

You don’t even think to hesitate, eagerly doing as you're told. You unclick your belt and drop it to the floor, unbuttoning your pants as you kick off your boots. You slide out of your pants and your underwear.

“Now your jacket and top.” He smirks.

“No fair. You’re way too dressed.” You complain.

He chuckles, lowly, rolling his eyes. “Just do what you're told.”

You roll your own eyes and take your jacket off, staring up at him before taking your top and chest binder off, dropping it all to the floor.

“Beautiful. As always.” He smirks.

You start to say something, but it’s stuck in your throat as you watch Kanan slowly drop to his knees. Your jaw practically drops with him as he leans in close, placing kiss after kiss to your thighs. You lean against the wall, your hand flying to his hair immediately.

Knowing you’ve never been touched like this before makes everything even more intense. It feels like the Force is practically buzzing between the two of you. Like electricity.

He slides his wet fingers through your soaked folds gently and you nearly drop but he catches you by sliding his arm up your front, roaming your breasts before settling on your sternum. He looks up at you as he starts to insert his soaked fingers into you, making you groan loudly.

“Shh shh…” He murmurs. “Be good for me.”

You try to nod, but only a whimper manages to escape.

“Stars, you’re so tight.” He whispers. “And so wet. This all for me?”

“Y-yes…” You whisper.

“Can I just-” He looks at your dripping cunt and groans, unable to hold back any longer.

His mouth finds your clit easily and you let out the sharpest gasp, fire shooting straight through you and into his mouth.

“You taste so…” He groans loudly this time and starts to guide you over to his bed, thankfully. You aren’t sure your legs were going to hold up any longer.

As you lay back, he reaches his long slender fingers into you so deeply, curling against the spongy part inside of you you’ve barely been able to reach. It’s like your body has been waiting for this exact moment. For him. Each thrust of his finger and each flick of his tongue brings you closer to an ecstasy you’ve never reached before.

“Kanan, I’m gonna cum…” You cry, your entire body flushing with heat as you clench tightly around his fingers. “I’m gonna-”

“Let go. Cum for me, baby.” His voice is raspy, full of need.

You pull his hair and he growls against your cunt in a new way that your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, having to bite your hand so you don’t scream. He groans even harder as your spent body shakes against his face, helping you ride out your high.

Both of you panting, he rests his warm cheek against your thigh, looking up at you with a new look that screams a word you’re still completely and terribly scared of.

“You uh… didn’t get to-”

“Oh… I um…” He looks down at his pants and you sit up, a little dizzily you might add, and see that he has a damp spot against his pants.

Oh.

“That’s-” You murmur.

“Embarrassing… yeah.” He starts to stand up, but you pull him back to you, falling to the floor with him so you’re in his lap.

“No, I was going to say hot.” You inform him. “Don’t put words into my mouth, Jarrus.”

He scoffs with an amused smirk. “That right?”

You nod, leaning in to kiss him.

“I’d like to put something other than words into your mouth.” He murmurs against your lips.

“I bet you would.” You hum. “Honestly, The fact that I could make you cum and not even have to touch you? Damn.”

“And you say I’m the insufferable one.” He teases.

“Oh you are. But it’s good to know that tongue can be used for more than fighting.” You kiss him again, seemingly unable to stop.

“And I’m just getting started.” He smirks against your lips.

It’s a good thing you still have another couple hours before you get to where you’re going, because you plan on finding out.

You also plan on never telling Sabine that her ‘bang it out’ method actually works.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do we find them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Ezra asked without thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That wasn’t the end of it either.

“Do you need something?”

“Go be useful, if you can.”

“Could you be more amazingly purposeless here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were here, that was for sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your answer was instantaneous. “Why?”

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

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

“Is that a surprise?” he wondered.

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

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

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

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

“Well, I don’t. You’re just…”

“Just what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It couldn’t hurt to ask.

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

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

“I want to help you.”

“Did I ask?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that such a surprise?”

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

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

“What’s so funny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you two are friends now?”

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

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

Ezra had to agree.

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

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sev-on-kamino · 11 months

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Dating Hera & Kanan ✨HCs✨

I haven’t seen these anywhere, and maybe I’m the only one that wants them, but here we go! deffo gonna post some one shots soon…or a whole fic because I’m weak af for them 😩

Hera x Reader x Kanan

warnings: nothing graphic, but MINORS DNI just to be safe

Dating Hera and Kanan would include:

Hera teaching you to pilot the Ghost

Stealing Kanan’s clothes

You and Hera holding each other a little tighter when Kanan is on missions without the two of you

Hera laughing when you argue with Chopper

Them lecturing you when you do something reckless

You peppering Kanan with questions about the Force

Subsequently trying to surprise him all the time

Using the phrase “Oh the Force didn’t tell you that?”

Trying to talk Hera into spicy times in the cockpit

Hera teaching you her native language

Playing with Kanan’s hair during down time

Tracing the patterns on Hera’s lekku

Sparring with Kanan and trying to tease him into spicy time

Trying to disappear when the two of them disagree, so you don’t have to pick sides

Ezra and Zeb trying to get you to talk Hera and Kanan into things

You and Chopper getting into all kinds of shenanigans when Hera’s not around to rein you in

tag list: @secondaryrealm

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taska-rokanh · 3 months

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Star Wars Masterlist

Prequels

Nothing yet

The Clone Wars

Good Night - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Attachment - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Overprotective - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (coming soon)

Fives drabble

Shattered Stars Masterlist (series featuring OCs)

The Bad Batch

Snowkissed - Crosshair x Reader

Standalone Movies/Shows

Georgia - Cassian Andor Drabble

Rebels

Something in the works!

Originals

The Mandalorian/TBOBF/Ahsoka Shows

Nothing yet

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justafandomgvrl · 6 months

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Cramps.

Kanan Jarrus x AFAB!Reader

A/N basically i’ve been on my period for the last 4 weeks and my cramps are going to be the death of me. headcanons on how my beloved Kanan would fix that. PLEASE send requests in, like/re log if you enjoyed 🥰

- he would try to soothe you as best he could, bringing you tea, hot water bottles, chocolate, ice cream, anything you asked for.

- he would massage your shoulders and your neck to try to ease the tension from being hunched over with pain.

- he whispers compliments in your ear whenever he gets a chance, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as needed to try to avoid buckling in pain in meetings.

- eventually he traps you in your shared bed, refusing to let you up and telling people you were sick and could not attend meetings, no matter how much you protested.

- but you give in. of course you do. he’s just trying to look after you and you know you need the rest.

- when you fall asleep without him while he’s working, he comes back and tucks you in, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulders.

- and he’s more than willing to soothe your cramps in other ways if necessary;) (might do an NSFW drabble of this).

#kanan jarrus #kanan jarrus x reader #star wars #star wars rebels #rebels #headcanons #star wars headcanons #rebels headcanons #kanan jarrus headcanons

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pretchatta · 1 year

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In The Back Room Of The Bar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about you?”

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

“So... a drifter?”

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

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

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

“Whiskey?”

“Corellian.”

“Vintage?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 10 months

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The new trailer for Ahsoka dropped

So… any Requests

For any character in Star Wars really

#Ahsoka Tano #Sabine Wren #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #Star Wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars rebels x teen!reader #swcw x teen!reader #star wars x teen #Ahsoka Tano x reader #Sabine wren x reader #Hera syndulla x reader #kanan jarrus x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #Star Wars x reader #Poe Dameron x reader #poe dameron x teen!reader #obi wan kenobi x teen!reader #ahsoka series

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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The sun and the moon: Kanan Jarrus x reader

Kanan is like the moon, while you're like the sun. Both connecting to eachother in perfect harmony.

A/N: An underrated character who deserves so much more love, mesa thinks.

gif creds: @anakinskywalkerog

Also the 5th paragraph is based on this beautiful poem by barry andrew pietrantonio:

"The Sun needs the Moon, to keep the night lit bright. The Moon needs the Sun, to produce his shining light."

Long/short

Kanan is like the moon. Much like the moon, he'll reflect on past events, past memories, with a hint of mystery, such as the moon reflecting itself onto the water.

He is mysterious; never quite showing what his next plan of attack is- often taking people by surprise. His personality, however, is beautiful. He is beautiful. He is kind, the perfect father, master, jedi, partner, friend. The moon is beautiful, like Kanan, he is a perfect reflection of it.

You are like the sun. Positive, always there to be the light in the darkness. The sun provides light to everyone; you are the light in people's lives, even when you're feeling down, you'll always make people's days.

The first time you had met you felt an instant pull, almost as if the force had willed you to meet. It didn't take long to realise how much you needed one-another, how similiar you are to the sun and moon.

The sun needs the moon to light up the path for those at night, while the moon needs the sun to provide daylight to light the path for those in the day. Kanan guides you through life, like the moon guides people at night, while you are there to help Kanan see the right path, much like the sun does for those during the day.

Both very different but at the same time, not very. You are connected, both working together in harmony, something so rare that many hunger for that feeling. Wanting to feel how you and Kanan do, wanting to work so perfectly in harmony that everything seems to fit just right.

I really like how this turned out :)

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Taking Care of Workaholic Star Wars Men

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kanan Jarrus, Captain Rex, Kylo Ren, Hux x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, cuddles, literal sleeping together, hint of an argument

A/N: I haven't done a post in this format for Star Wars for a long ass time.

Obi-Wan doesn't have to tell you that he's tired, you can see it on his face when he gets home. He knows there's no shame in taking a break, sometimes it's necessary but at the same time he's not sure if he can afford one as a Jedi.

When he gets home the first thing you do is sit him down and massage his hands, one by one, feeling the blisters under his fingers from so many years of fighting. You know that he likes you touching him like that so you make it a point to do so every time you notice he's feeling stressed about how much work he has to get done still.

"It feels nice when you hold my hand like that. I remember I used to think they're too rough but you insisted otherwise. I feel very blessed to have you by my side you know. There's still much to do, tomorrow and the days after, but every day I get to relax with you. Makes the effort more then worth it."

Kanan complains about being tired but he never does anything about it. He never takes a break unless it's very short ones in between missions you go on and it takes its tole on him. He tries not to let the crew notice but you do, you always notice.

When you pull him into a kiss to end the night he thinks you're gonna have a little bit of fun now that all the kids are sleeping. Not unless he gets sleep too, then you can think about it the next night. He never expected you to play that card on him. That feels a bit evil in his opinion but you call it a good strategy and taking care of your man.

"The kids are asleep, come here beautiful. Already pushing me on the bed? Someone wants it more then I thought. Why is the light off already? I remember your body but I'd still like to see you. We're not doing that tonight? I am a little tired but I can keep up. Are you really gonna play it like that? Lucky you that I love you so much."

Rex works with almost no break at all. He's a soldier, he'll take a break when the war is over. Until then he has to stay alert, even when he's asleep he's not fully relaxed. His brain is constantly working, going through strategies, and the brothers he's lost.

Kissing him definitely helps take his mind off things for a while but it's not a perfect solution. Any rest he gets is a victory in your eyes though. There are times where he goes days without sleep on missions and then comes back home to you, collapsing against a wall from how tired he is. He lets his cute side show when he curls up against you in bed, taking deep breaths for the first time in a while.

"Sorry love, I'm feeling a little tired tonight. Promise... 'm gonna take you on a date tomorrow. Today? What ever time I wake up. Talk to me, what have you been up to while I was away. Oh. That sounds fun, we gotta try that together sometime."

Kylo would rather die then admit he's been overworking himself. It's caused more then a few arguments between the two of you over the years and all of them end the same way, with angry, eventually soft kisses before you fall into bed together.

Since he won't take a break on his own you like visiting him on occasion. You don't tell him that it's a break, you asking him to walk with you a little, taking his mind off his duties for a while. During this time you hold his hand of course, much to a few laughs from the crew members. One grunt from him is enough to shut them up though.

"Another walk? Darling, I have more work to... you know what it does to me when you look at me like that. Keep it up and there won't me much walking for you. Only for a little bit. You sure do enjoy holding my hand don't you? You know that it makes everyone whisper about us. If it bothers you I can silence them."

Hux unfortunately doesn't get to decide when he takes breaks. It's all set in stone by his orders, his schedule that he has to keep. It is exactly why both of you have grown very fond of any moments of rest you can get together.

He loves to rest his head in your lap after a long day, kissing your hand while you run your fingers across his face, his hair, his chest, but no lower because he really doesn't have the energy. That kind of stuff is usually reserved for early mornings or very quick stolen moments.

"Another long day today. I really do need me a vacation don't I? Where would you like to go? I'll take you anywhere you want, sweetheart. Hm, maybe a nice watery planet, or maybe some alone time in the mountains somewhere. It's be a long time since we had proper alone time with each other."

#star wars x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #kanan jarrus x reader #captain rex x reader #kylo ren x reader #hux x reader #star wars imagine #star wars headcanons #star wars fluff #fluff #x reader

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“Karabast.” (Spider-Man AU - the introduction)

Part Two ; Part Three

Ezra Bridger x gn!Reader

Summary ; In which you find out that the city of Lothal's two Spider-men are closer than you think. One of them - the new-ish one (by a few years or so) - just so happens to be your best friend.

Requested? ; Nope! Simply an AU idea I have had for a few months- I want to write more for it sometime soon - but if you have any ideas and / or thoughts or questions, feel free to send ‘em in. This is simply an introduction to the AU- 😌😌😌

Warnings ; none so far.

Word Count ; 436

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One thing you weren't expecting today was to be held up on your way home from getting groceries for your parents.

Sure, you expected to be at least a few minutes later than you would've liked, since this was the city of Lothal and all. There were bound to be some hold ups here and there.

However you weren't expecting to be in the middle of a fight. On a subway train. With both Spider-Men themselves trying to beat down one of the more recent 'big-bads', as you and Ezra so creatively called them. Some guy who called himself 'The Inquisitor' decided a subway train was going to be his stage and you were reluctantly a stagehand - trying to hide away in the wings while the actors were trying to do their jobs.

The wings on a subway car, however, meant trying to press yourself in the farthest corner away from the mess.

Which also meant holding your backpack up with one hand as a shield for both you and the groceries, while holding onto one of the bars that rested on top of the back of each subway seat. At first it was to avoid the surging crowd of people scrambling off to get onto other cars attached to the subway train to safely get away from the fight. Now, however, moving probably wasn't the best option.

Especially when 'The Inquisitor' shoves the younger Spider-Man into the seats besides you and yanks off the poor dude's mask.

“Holy shit—“, you voiced your thoughts, way louder than you anticipated. You immediately slapped the hand holding the metal bar back onto your mouth, eyes wide and full of regret. Both the younger Spider-Man in front of you and ‘The Inquisitor’ looked in your direction, both pairs of eyes locking with your frozen ones.

You hoped you spontaneously gained powers right then and there. Invisibility would’ve been amazing. Disappearing at the drop of a hat. Slink back home undetected so both superhero’s of Lothal City and ‘The Inquisitor’ can finish their battle in peace.

But no.

That’s not how things worked.

Your eyes darted to the familiar, radiant blue speckled hues of the eyes that belonged to the younger Spider-Man.

Ezra Bridger.

Your best friend.

Who’s apparently Spider-Man. The superhero that was immediately full of regret and shame and fear, all wrapped up into one. A hurricane of weights visibly fell onto his shoulders the moment he realized who you were.

And when he realized that you knew who he was now, too. Oh crap, you knew who he was now.

Oh no.

“Karabast.” Kanan’s gonna kill him.

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kaminocasey · 2 years

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Some Apology

Summary: Kanan is tired of fighting with you.

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x F Bridger sibling!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive Language, Angst

WC: 1.1K

A/N: Reader is Ezra's sister is an adult. Sorry if it's shit. I wrote it in like 30 minutes after wondering to myself why I don't write any Rebels fics. Attention KANERA shippers: Please don't attack me. I ship Kanera too.

Kanan Jarrus drives you insane. It isn’t a secret that you’re constantly angry with each other about something. Everything, actually. You don’t agree on anything.

“Maybe you should just… bang it out.” Sabine suggests from her top bunk.

“‘Bang it out’? Are you serious?” You peer your head out from your bottom bunk and glare up at her.

She looks down at you amused with a shrug. “I’m just saying. Maybe it’ll help?”

You roll your eyes and lay back on your bed, rolling over on your stomach so that you can bury your face in your pillow. Sabine has no idea what she’s talking about. It’s not as simple as “banging it out”. It’s just not.

When you wake up, Ezra is in the doorway telling you to get up. He tells you it’s time for Jedi lessons, which you don't regularly attend since you're not a padawan by any means, but you tell him you’re skipping out on today. Ezra is your younger brother, with five years separating you. You’re honestly closer than close and he really hates it when you and Kanan fight.

Ezra walks away and moments later, Kanan’s shaking you awake.

“Get up.” Kanan’s voice urges you.

“Don’t feel well.” You look up at him and he’s staring at you softly for once.

“Are you okay?” He rests his hand against your forehead, checking your temperature, and you feel your lips part.

When you realize you’re staring at each other, you bat his hand away and roll back over on your side. He lets out a soft sigh.

“Well, we can do it later, just the two of us then.” He stands up.

“You realize how that sounds right?” You tease him.

You can practically hear the eyeroll. “Feel better.”

“Thanks.” You murmur and close your eyes.

You know that he knows that you’re lying. You honestly can’t believe he didn’t call you out on it. Normally, he’d take the chance to call you on your shit. It’s not like Kanan would want to be alone with you if he had the choice, right? You decide to go back to sleep until Hera tells you it's time to get up so that you can help her with repairs to the Ghost.

When you wake up again, you hear Zeb’s voice in your doorway. “Dinner.”

You sit straight up. Dinner? Did you sleep the whole day away? And did Hera actually let you? You get up and go find everyone crowded around the table set up outside the Ghost eating.

“You guys let me sleep?” You ask them, sitting down next to Kanan at the end of the table.

“Kanan said you weren’t feeling well.” Hera tells you, smiling sympathetically.

You smile gratefully to Kanan and he bumps his knee against yours. You repeat the action and he rests his knee against yours. You let him.

Sabine raises her eyebrows at you as if she can sense something changing between you and Kanan. You shake your head and look out at the sun setting on the horizon as you eat.

You don’t miss the way that Kanan rests his arm around the back of your chair when the conversation starts up after everyone’s done eating. You don’t make him move it.

After everyone is done, the stars are out and everyone is huddled around the fire that Zeb and Ezra made, still talking. Despite you and Kanan constantly arguing, everyone gets along pretty well. It took a while for you and Ezra to really feel like you belong.

Kanan calls your name and you look up at him. “Take a walk with me.”

You look over at Sabine leaning in the doorway of the ship, smirking at you. Kanan either doesn't notice or he just ignores her. You walk with Kanan down a ways from the ship.

“What’s up?” You ask him, looking up at the stars.

“I think I’ve been a little too hard on you.” He murmurs.

You stop to look at him, eyebrows raised. “Oh?”

He smiles. “Do you think we could start over?”

You lean against one of the rocks, out of sight of the Ghost crew.

“Maybe.” You smirk.

“Maybe?” He grins.

“I mean… that’s not much of an apology.” You shrug, still smirking.

“Maker… you’re impossible.” He groans.

You can’t help but laugh. “How about this… I’ll duel you for an apology. If I win, you apologize. If you win, I apologize. No matter the outcome, all is forgiven and we start over.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” He smirks, pulling out his lightsaber.

You shrug again, pulling out your lightsaber. “I guess we’ll see.”

He grins, pulling it up to challenge you. You do the same. He lunges first. Your saber hits against his, both of your blues clashing, radiating warmth. He smirks, proud of you.

“Good.” He approves.

You roll your eyes, spinning so that your lightsabers connect again. Your feet move together in sync. Perhaps if people saw you from far away, they’d think you’re dancing. You can’t help but smile at the man in front of you.

You pull your lightsaber up over his head and his weapon connects with yours again as your faces are mere inches from each other. He backs you up against the rock, never pulling his lightsaber down. You stay like that for a moment, panting, breathing deeply, staring into each other’s eyes.

“What are-” You whisper but Kanan interrupts you by crushing his lips to yours.

You sigh into it, as if your body is fine just giving itself to him. After all the arguing and yelling, your body’s just had enough. Both of your lightsabers turn off, falling to the ground as Kanan pins you against the rock. You moan against his lips and he smirks into it.

How annoying.

He rests his hands on your hips, anchoring you down it seems. You throw your arms around his neck and he sighs against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like whatever berries you were eating at dinner. You probably taste the same. Your tongues fight for dominance and he can’t help but chuckle. He knows. This is clearly new territory for the both of you.

When he pulls away, both of you just stare at each other for a moment.

“Uh… you dropped your lightsaber first.” You inform him.

“Absolutely not. You dropped yours first.” He groans.

You can’t help but laugh at him, pulling him by shirt to you again, kissing him. His eyes flutter closed as you rest against the rock again. His arms circle around you, pulling you against him as close as possible.

There is absolutely no way you’re telling Sabine that she might be right about this one thing.

“Is this you apologizing?” Kanan teases you.

“Shut up.” You pull him back to you so that you can brush your lips against his again.

Part Two

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lena-hills · 8 months

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

Excerpt:

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

It's only one night after all...

Might as well enjoy yourself.

Explicit, no archive warnings, Kanan/Reader

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samspenandsword · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022/23 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: Kinktober Day 4 — Missionary with Kanan Jarrus Pairing: Kanan Jarrus/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Missionary sex, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), mentions of oral sex (m and f!receiving), breathplay if you squint, (mildly) inappropriate use of the Force, yucky mushy romantic shit during Kinktober but we Kanan bitches are STARVED. Word Count: 1.2k

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You couldn't get enough of this. You would never get enough of this.

The precise pump of his cock inside you, the way it dragged in and out of your squeezing walls, the flush press of his chest against yours, his breath in your ear, nose against your temple, his hair spilling free across his face and shoulders, the catch of his hips against the back of your thighs, your legs hooked around his waist to press into the dip of his back.

It all overwhelmed you in the most amazing way.

"You're close," came his breathy whisper.

You were. And you could tell he was getting close too, not because he was losing any of that iron-clad control of his, his abilities allowing him to delay his release for as long as he reasonably wanted to. But because you could feel the way he tightened his grip around you, arms squeezing firmer around your back, framing your breasts closer together.

You gripped tighter at him, feeling like all you were really able to do was hold on and let him take care of you.

"Kanan," you gasped quietly, not having the wherewithal to say anything else. Right now, there was nothing else but him. No one but Kanan.

His precise thrusts sped up just the slightest bit, his lips upturning against your skin.

"Talk to me," he murmured. "Tell me what you feel."

Tall ask, you mentally huffed.

"I... I..." you struggled to speak coherently with his cock dragging in and out of you. "I feel... I feel you!"

"Keep going."

"I love your weight on top of me," you gasped. "I love how we fit together. How you cover me, make me feel safe, and warm."

His hips never stuttered, never faltered, and slowly, achingly slowly, began to pump faster.

"And your kiss... I could spend — fuck, Kanan — could spend my whole life just kissing you. Love how your beard feels on my skin."

Kanan's lips upturned into a little smirk again, still resting against your temple. He knew you weren't just referring to how it felt on the skin of your cheeks and face as he kissed you. But also to how it felt when he made you cum with his mouth. When you brushed your thighs together the following morning and felt the rawness left behind by his attention.

" — and your voice! You could read Imperial latrine sanitation regulations and make it sound good, I — oh! —"

Kanan allowed himself to chuckle into your ear, and you were instantly overcome with tingling and heat.

"Love your hair..." Your hands skated up his back to card through it, brushing it from his face and marveling at how soft it was. Like velvet on your skin.

"Love your mind, Kanan — your plans only sometimes suck —"

"Hey!"

You giggled as his hips stuttered with surprise and he sat up a little, indignant. But he'd asked you to tell him what you were feeling, so you continued, unfettered.

"Love your heart, Kanan." One of your hands stroked down the length of his neck to his chest, where you trailed your fingers just over the tan skin above the beating organ. "You care so much. About me. About Ezra. About all of us. I love your heart, Kanan. How you haven't allowed it to harden even after everything you've been through."

Kanan's face showed clear surprise, having not expected you to lead the talk in this direction. His hips slowed and eventually stilled inside you, and he braced himself above you, looking down at you with wide eyes.

Milky eyes.

You knew he couldn't see you, not with his eyes, but Kanan was still one of the only people you felt saw you.

Saw you for who you truly were. And loved you for it.

You felt honored to see and love him too.

You stroked your fingers over his heart, opening your own heart and mind. He didn't need you to in order to sense your thoughts and feelings, but you knew the gesture of opening up to him and the Force touched him in a way he couldn't voice. Because it meant you trusted him. Him and his powers. And his senses. You trusted him enough to open your most private thoughts and feelings to him. A trust not to be taken lightly.

And he didn't take it lightly. Not ever. But it touched him so deeply he wasn't sure he could express it.

So Kanan simply cupped the back of your neck and connected your lips.

You sighed into the kiss, but you weren't done telling him how you felt. There was one thing you hadn't mentioned quite yet.

You clenched your muscles, suddenly tightening around Kanan's cock, still balls-deep inside you. He broke the kiss to hiss with surprise.

"Wh —"

"And I love your cock," you said, mouth stretching into a devious, salacious little grin. "I love how it looks. So long and ridged, curved so perfectly. I love how it feels in my hand, smooth yet hard and hot. You feel so good when you pulse in my hand. And in my mouth —"

Kanan suddenly thrust hard into you, making your words halt, but you grinned and kept going as Kanan began to set a brutal pace.

"Taste so good in my mouth, Kanan, — ah! — you — so heavy on my tongue... can't get enough, love feeling you in my throat, fuck —"

Kanan's hand, which previously cupped the back of your neck, slid to the front of it, not squeezing or holding. Simply touching. But it was enough to make you gasp and twitch, head absolutely spinning.

" — can't — can't get — enough — oh, Maker, Kanan! — love how you fuck me! Love your cock inside me! Makes me feel so good — so good — ah!"

A sudden onslaught of warmth spread through you. An overwhelming wave of emotion and tingles and pressure that lit your entire body alight. A passionate reciprocation of the feelings you'd given Kanan earlier, he was letting you know exactly what your words were doing to him.

And the feeling and knowledge of it made you unexpectedly, but beautifully, climax around him.

The Force swirled around the two of you and swelled with your climax, pulsing against Kanan's mind and senses in tandem with the pulsing of your walls. And the warmth of your feelings and slick triggered his own release.

You could feel Kanan's seed spill out of you as he eventually pulled his softening cock from you. The sudden empty feeling wasn't pleasant, but the warmth of his cum made you hum contentedly.

Kanan settled himself beside you on the bed, smiling into your temple once more and placing a kiss there as he wrapped his arm over your middle, just beneath your breasts, and pulled you close.

"Never asking you to talk during sex again," he quipped.

You gave a spent giggle. "Thought you liked it!"

"I did," Kanan murmured, nuzzling your head. "A bit too much, I think."

"It's only fair," you said back. "After all, you made me cum with your voice that one time."

"Mmm," Kanan hummed. "I remember that. I should do that again. You looked gorgeous." He placed a pair of pecks to your skin again.

"And I will apparently never live it down," you dramatically lamented. It didn't last long, a smile overtaking your face as you leaned into Kanan's embrace. "Good thing I never want to."

He smiled back, and kissed you.

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