#romantic!ezra bridger x reader
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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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Hiii!!!!! Could I request an Ezra Bridger x fem! reader where y/n is totally oblivious to Ezra liking her and when Ezra finally confesses y/n is like: I didn't even notice! Thank you!!!!!
Awww! 😁💞😆
He’s so smitten it’s endearing and simultaneously annoying
Just about everybody knows and always looks when you two talk because they’re always thinking “is this it? Are they getting together?”
It’s a meeting all too familiar
He thinks you’re cute, you’re sweet, you’ve got a bit of a stubborn but shy side to you, you’re nice to him and he’s quick to bond with you
Even when he encountered Maul, Ezra still went to you for advice first on what he should do
Hera and Sabine try to offer the more romantic advice for Ezra to woo you
Kanan and Zeb of course encourage a few of the more bold options, just something to catch your attention
Of course these shenanigans go wrong (obviously!) and you’re left to look after whatever disaster Ezra got into, always fretting over him
Chopper just takes matter into his own hands and conveniently asks you and Ezra to “help” him with one his wheels or something else
Soon you two are quick to forget the robot when he (slyly) skirts away to let you two talk
Ezra finally gets a chance to tell you how he really feels and while it takes a while for you to process your emotions, you don’t deny you’ve felt something for the young man too
Now the crew starts to see you all the time both holding hands after he confesses to you
#star wars#inbox requests#star wars rebels#star wars x reader#ezra bridger#my writing#headcanons#star wars headcanons#ezra bridger x reader#sw rebels#writeblr#Ezra bridger x you#star wars preferences#ezra bridger x y/n
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Ezra is 1000000% the type to basically become Gomez Addams once he’s in a relationship~
You know those scenes where Gomez & Morticia are fencing and dancing at the same time.. yeah that.. but with Ezra and a Force sensitive Reader, it’s Lightsabers~
They are unashamedly in Love~ pda is just their reality~ always very respectful of each other~ and rarely ever seen apart from each other~
the dance of love.
pairing: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger
warnings: none, fluff
word count: 1,2 k
summary: Ezra‘s and your relationship could easily be described with just one word. Affection. One of your training sessions become the very example of how obvious your affection for one another is and it ends with a long cuddle session.
authors note: I actually never watched the Addams Family movies xd Had to search a lot for the scene and I still couldn’t find it- I mean I found one where Morticia and Gomez danced but they weren’t fencing in that one qwq
The ending was an last second addition, the actual story of the request had only around 800 words sooo I thought of a small addition to get them to 1000 and ended up with writing a total of 400 words more 💀
anywayyyy
this is the second ff of the december special :D
enjoyyy <3
It was a sight to behold.
Nothing else mattered in this very moment, the galaxie‘s problems, Thrawn, Vader, nothing.
It was just them.
y/n and Ezra.
One might even say that the time itself stopped when they were together.
Right now was just one of these many moments.
That what was seen could’ve been described as the elegance of love at it‘s purest form.
But once again… what is elegance exactly?
These dances, singers, high end dresses or fashion labels seemed to be way to cliche for this.
No.
This was another kind of it.
More of an emotion then of anything else.
It was affection.
The room was filled with tension as y/n and Ezra once again trained with their lightsabers.
It wasn’t the type of tension which made you feel uneasy though, no, it was the opposite.
Whoever took the wrong turn and ended up at their training ground would report the exact same reaction.
Goosebumps would start to form on them.
Their training wasn’t just a ‚training‘.
These too were deep in love with one another and it was quite obvious.
The way how they were fighting against each other, try to file their skills to protect their future.. it was breathtaking.
They‘d always start slow.
Ezra would attack while y/n would dodge each strike.
When he got close enough, he didn’t let his chance pass by and pressed soft kisses on her arm while he positioned himself to the other side.
You would gladly let him do as he wish, enjoying the way how he made you feel.
It didn’t matter how long you were dating, he still made you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach and you knew that he’d be the one to catch them with his hugs and return them with his kisses.
After his affectionate actions that sadly only lasted for a few seconds, you’d be returning to your training, striking and dodging each others attacks.
He now took a step back so that you’d loose your balance due to his missing figure, striking right into the air while you tripped on your own steps.
He was quick to catch you, leading to you now starring right into his beautiful blue hues.
„Your eyes are beautiful“
„Says the most adorable being of this universe“
„They’re like endless oceans, bringing peace and freedom to whoever looks into them“
„And you definitely read way to many romance books my love“
„There’s never too many, fantasy romance books are like a door into a new reality.. a safe place for everyone and guess what“
„What?“
His voice was playful while his eyes continued to shine brighter then the night sky.
Ohhh you fell hard but believe me, he fell harder.
„You are my safe place and your eyes are my door into a better reality“
It was safe to say that your training sessions were kind of romantic.
You continued your sword fight, learnt more and more techniques and parred each strike flawlessly.
Your lightsaber training didn’t even look like one as much as it should.
It was more of a dance, even if you used your lightsabers, you two did it with such a grace that even Hera was moved.
„How did your force using skills improve?“
Ezra was the one to break the once so peaceful silence while they had to finish their fight because both of their lightsabers tips were aimed at their faces.
„I don’t know..“
You didn’t finish your sentence and guessed that it’d be better for him to see your improvement.
With the raise of you hand you gently used the force to lift him up and bring him closer to you.
„What would you say dear?“
Ezra had the perfect response.
He too raised his hand and used the force to bring you closer to him.
When you both ‚stood‘ just inches apart from each other, you simultaneously dropped your hands and stopped your use of the force.
You fell into his arms and he in yours.
„I could stay forever like this you know“
„I know.. I know“
„Then you wouldn’t mind if we’d stay here like this for a while?“
You turned your face to his, looking with puppy eyes at him, knowing that he couldn’t say no to you whenever you used this card.
„How could I say no to you? But..“
„But..?“
He smiled down at you, pulling you closer to him, whispering something into your ears.
„But.. we could also cuddle in our comfy bed?“
Your eyes lit up at his offer and you nodded as if there was no tomorrow.
„What are we waiting for then?? Let’s goo!“
„Wellllll“
Oh no.
What was it again?
„Well?“
„Welllllll, we still have to-“
„do nothing and just go? Yeah! That was my thought too!“
„Wait what are you-“
You didn’t let him finish as you grabbed his arm and ran off.
Hera and Kanan walked by the door as you nearly sprinted into them.
„Hey! Why are you in such a hurry?“
Kanan asked Ezra, knowing that he’d be more likely to give him an honest answer compared to you.
„Ahhh Kanan! It’s so nice to meet you here, isn’t this hallwa-“
„Cut the crap Ezra, aren’t you two supposed to be training right now?“
„Yes“
You said bluntly, checking if there are any more persons that may stop you after you ran past your crew mates.
„Alright then, what are you doing out here?“
„Enjoying our life, you know, our youth and so on, the beautiful gift of-“
„Okay okay! Continue whatever you were doing. Force you need to work on your excuses, both of you“
Interrupted you Hera as you gratefully nodded and once again grabbed Ezra’s arm to get to your long awaited cuddle time.
„He really wanted to distract us with the hallway“
„This kid.. he is even worse then this golden nugget of an oversized droid“
„Just like his master“
Kanan raised his eyebrow at this and turned his head to her.
„What do you mean by that?“
„Oh come on, don’t you remember the time where an imp catched you off guard and Ezra had to literally play your son or whatever excuse he came up with to drag you out of there? Or the other time when-„
„Allright, I’ve got my lesson“
She laughed at him, knowing that she once again managed to shut him up.
„I‘ll take this as a win“
„Whatever makes you happy“
You and Ezra at the meantime reached your cabin and didn’t wait any longer.
He was holding you as you curled up against him, cuddling the hell lit of each other.
At some point the both of you grew very tired and you were the first to close your eyes.
„Good night my dearest hallway inspector“
„Good night my dear“
The next thing he heard was your breathing as you fell asleep, leaning you head against his chest.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered sweet little nothings into your ear as he dozed off too.
#ezra bridger x reader#ezra bridger x y/n#ezra bridger#ezra bridger fanfic#star wars#star wars rebels
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Star Wars Masterlist
Generation of the Republic
[Tales of the Jedi, Prequels, The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch]
"Guilt" Obi-Wan Kenobi Drabble
Obi-Wan reflects on the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn
Warning: Canon-consistent graphic descriptions of death/injuries
"Irrational" Korkie Kryze Drabble
Korkie begins to wonder if Aunt Satine is hiding something concerning his heritage.
"Handprint" Ahsoka Tano Drabble
For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Hands
Warning: blood, mentions of injuries
"Lost" Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Oneshot
For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Lost
Warning: dark, it’s the Zygerria arc
"Dreams" Commander Blitz Drabble
Commander Blitz fears he’s going mad.
Warning: mentioned suicide of an unnamed character
"Nightmares" Captain Rex Drabble
For Febuwhump - Day 4 - Nightmares
Warning: mentions of slavery, death, depression
"Closer" Kit Fisto Drabble
For: Febuwhump Day 9: Kidnapped
Warning: restraints, references to torture, mental manipulation
Character x Character
"Caf" Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi Drabble
Commander Fox reflects on his relationship with Senator Chuchi
"Dream" Lux Bonteri x Steela Garrera Drabble
Lux is haunted by the memories of Steela’s demise
Warning: character death
"Determination" Bo-Katan Kryze x Commander Cody Drabble
When Obi-Wan goes to Concordia to search for Death Watch, Cody accompanies him.
Reader Insert
"Eyes" Cad Bane x Reader Drabble
The reader reflects on their relationship with the bounty hunter Cad Bane.
Relationship: Unspecified (but leaning more toward potentially romantic)
"Monster" Captain Rex x Reader Drabble
Looking for a guide on an Outer Rim planet, the Reader meets Captain Rex.
Relationship: Pre-romance
"Overthink" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble
The Reader tries to hide their feelings for Kit
Relationship: Romantic
"The Way" Anakin Skywalker x Reader Drabble
The Reader and Anakin have a confrontation when Anakin struggles to control his rage.
Relationship: Unspecified
"Ignorant" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble
Against your better judgment, you engage in conversation with an intriguing Jedi Master.
Relationship: Romantic
Generation of the Empire
[Kenobi, Rebels, Solo, Rogue One, Original Trilogy, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, Ahsoka]
"Sound" Grogu & Din Djarin Drabble
The child continues to be unpredictable.
"Patience" Reva Drabble
Reva knows what the other inquisitors think of her.
Reader Insert
"Stay" Boba Fett x Reader Drabble
The Reader, a bounty hunter, takes a job that goes south.
Relationship: Unspecified
"Relax" Tobias Beckett x Reader Drabble
The Reader and Beckett argue over a dangerous job.
Relationship: Unspecified
"Forgive" Ezra Bridger x Reader Drabble
The Reader seeks an apology from Ezra
Relationship: Unspecified
"Ailments and Fears" Rebels Crew x Reader Oneshot
The Reader, a member of the Lothal Rebel cell, falls ill.
Relationship: Platonic
"Aim" Sabine Wren x Reader Drabble
Sabine teaches the Reader to shoot.
Relationship: Unspecified
"Tension" Cassian Andor x Reader Drabble
The Reader observes Cassian.
Relationship: Faintly Romantic
"Shades of Yellow" Part 1 - Ezra Bridger x Reader
A former assassin joins the Ghost crew for a mission.
Relationship: Platonic
Generation of the First Order
[Sequels]
Character x Character
"Adventure" Poe Dameron x Rey Drabble
Honestly, I don’t know even know what to put as a synopsis for this one.
"Wander" Leia Organa x Han Solo Drabble
Leia reflects on her estranged relationship with Han.
Reader Insert
"Horizon" Armitage Hux x Reader Drabble
The Reader and Hux search for a missing First Order Ship
Relationship: Unspecified
Warning: non-graphic description of mass death
"Different" Finn x Reader Drabble
The girl, Rey, must be avoided. And by that logic you ought to be avoiding him too, though you find you keep talking yourself into it.
Relationship: Unspecified
#masterlist#star wars#fanfiction#star wars fanfiction#star wars prequels#the clone wars#star wars original trilogy#star wars rebels#rogue one#kenobi#the mandalorian#book of boba fett#solo: a star wars story#star wars sequels#reader insert#ships
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･*:.｡.─_*✧.｡.:*･# ﾟ𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ﾐ
This is a list of fandoms and characters that I write for, I might add more later or take away some, but for the moment I write for all of these
I will always write for Marvel, Superntaural and Star Wars
Requests are always open If you want to request you can either private message me or just write in my inbox
I write: teen!reader, gn!reader, platonic!reader, sister!reader, adopted!reader, brother!reader, son!reader, daughter!reader,
I also write for lgbtq+ so you can request with anything from that
I can also write romantic but I usually prefer platonic
I can write nearly everything except I do not write smut so if that’s what you want it’s better if you go somewhere else
*✧.｡.:*･# MARVEL ﾐ
— (overall all characters from marvel but below is the ones I prefer )
— avengers [ steve rogers, tony stark, clint barton, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, thor ]
— sam wilson
— bucky barnes
— baron zemo
— moon knight [ marc spector, steven grant, jake lockley, layla el-faouly, konshu ]
— kate bishop
— yelena belova
— loki
— guardians of the galaxy [ peter quill, gamora, rocket raccoon, drax, nebula, mantis, groot, yondu ]
— daredevil [ matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page ]
— punisher [ frank castle, billy russo ]
— venom [ eddie brock, venom, anne weying ]
— miguel o’hara (spider-man 2099)
— jack russell/werewolf by night
— x-men [ logan howlett, erik lensherr, charles xaviar, deadpool, scott summers, alex summers, x-23, mystique, beast ]
— marvel cast [ all cast members from mcu ]
*✧.｡.:*･# SUPERNATURAL ﾐ
— castiel
— dean winchester
— sam winchester
— crowley
— lucifer
— jack kline
— gabriel
— the supernatural cast [ all cast members ]
*✧.｡.:*･# STAR WARS ﾐ
— prequel [ obi-wan kenobi, ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, cody, rex, fives, fox, wolfee, waxer, boil, kit fisto, darth maul ]
— bad batch [ hunter, tech, crosshair, wrecker, omega, echo ]
— star wars rebels [ kanan, hera, sabine wren, ezra bridger, zebb ]
— reva sevander
— cassian andor
— mandalorian [ din djarin, grogu, bo katan ]
— the book of boba fett [ boba fett, fennec shand]
— sequel [ poe dameron, finn, bb-8 ]
— Pedro Pascal
— Oscar Isaac
*✧.｡.:*･# TOLKIEN ﾐ
— lord of the rings [ aragorn, legolas, faramir, meriadoc brandybuck, peregrin took, samwise gamgee, frodo baggins, boromir, gimli, elrond, gandalf ]
— hobbit [ bilbo baggins, thorin, kili, fili, bard, tauriel ]
*✧.｡.:*･# THE WALKING DEAD ﾐ
— rick grimes
— daryl dixon
— glenn rhee
— maggie rhee
— aaron
— gabriel stokes
— jesus
— mishonne
— carol peletier
— carl grimes
— judith grimes
— negan
*✧.｡.:*･# THE ROOKIE ﾐ (will come more soon)
— tim bradford
— lucy chen
— angela lopez
— wesley evers
— tamara collins
*✧.｡.:*･# CRIMINAL MINDS ﾐ
— aaron hotchner
— spencer reid
— derek morgan
— penelope garcia
— david rossi
— jennifer Jareau
— luke alvez
— emily prentiss
*✧.｡.:*･# HANNIBAL NBC ﾐ
— will graham <3
— hannibal lecter
*✧.｡.:*･# HARRY POTTER ﾐ
— golden trio era [ remus lupin, sirius black, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, neville longbottom, draco malfoy ]
— fantastic beasts [ newt scamander, young albus dumbledore, gellert grindelwald, theseus scamander ]
*✧.｡.:*･# OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH ﾐ (will add more later)
— izzy hands <3
— jim jimenez
— edward
— frenchie
— stede
*✧.｡.:*･# SHERLOCK ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)
— greg lestrade
— sherlock holmes
— john watson
— mycroft
— moriarty
*✧.｡.:*･# THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ﾐ
— diego hargreeves
— klaus hargreeves
— ben hargreeves
— viktor hargreeves
— number five
— luther hargreeves
— allison hargreeves
*✧.｡.:*･# HEARTSTOPPER ﾐ
— nick nelson
— charlie spring
— isaac henderson
— imogen heaney
— tao xu
— elle argent
— darcy olsson
— tara jones
*✧.｡.:*･# ARROWVERSE ﾐ
— arrow [ oliver queen, thea queen, roy harper, felicity smoak, john diggle, slade wilson ]
— flash [ barry allen, harry wells, harrison wells, HR, cisco ramon, caitlin snow, leonard snart, wally west, eddie thawne ]
— legends of tomorrow [ john constantine, sara lance, rip hunter, captain cold, nathan heywood ]
— john constantine
*✧.｡.:*･# GOTHAM ﾐ
— jim gordon
*✧.｡.:*･# THE SANDMAN ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)
— corinthian
— morpheus
*✧.｡.:*･# DOWNTON ABBEY ﾐ
— thomas barrow
— tom branson
— matthew crawley
— sybil crawley
-*✧.｡.:*･# DRAGON AGE ﾐ
— dragon age origin [ morrigan, alistair ]
— dragon age II [ hawke ]
— dragon age inquisition [ dorian pavus, cole, iron bull, sera, varric tethras, blackwall, vivienne, cullen rutherford, cassandra pentaghast, leliana, josephine montilyet, solas ]
*✧.｡.:*･# FATE: THE WINX SAGA ﾐ
— saul silva
— beatrix
— stella
— musa
— riven
— sky
— andreas
*✧.｡.:*･# ONCE UPON A TIME ﾐ
— killian jones
*✧.｡.:*･# PEAKY BLINDERS ﾐ
— alfie solomons
— thomas shelby
— ada thorne
— arthur shelby
— john shelby
— polly gray
— michael gray
*✧.｡.:*･# THE LAST OF US ﾐ (only platonic for now)
— Joel Miller
— Ellie Williams
— Pedro Pascal
-*✧.｡.:*･# NEW AMSTERDAM ﾐ (only platonic for now)
— Max Goodwin
*✧.｡.:*･# THE RESIDENT ﾐ (will be adding more)
— conrad hawkins
*✧.｡.:*･# WALKER ﾐ
— liam walker
— cordell walker
— stella walker
— august walker
— trey barnett
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#mcu x reader#flash x teen!reader#star wars#supernatural cast#supernatural x reader#supernatural#supernatural x y/n#marvel x reader#marvel cast#marvel#marvel cast x teen!reader#arrow x reader#legends of tomorrow#cordell walker x daughter#cordell walker x teen#obi wan kenibi x daughter#obi wan kenibi x padawan#jake gyllenhaal x teen#misha x teen!reader#avengers cast x teen!reader#harry potter#sirius black x teen!reader#remus lupin x teen!reader#lord of the rings#the hobbit#aragorn x daughter reader#x men x teen!reader#twd daryl#the walking dead#request info
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Ezra Bridger x top male reader having their first time together? 👀
Believe it or not EZRA is the more nervous one. He’s faced inquisitors and mystery's of the force...but this was different. This was romantic but still scary.
“Sorry. I haven’t done anything like this before.”
“It’s alright. I’ll go slow.”
Their first time wouldn’t be rough, it wouldn’t go amazing, but who’s first does really? What it IS though, is passionate and filled with love. After it the two would cuddle together and Ezra would tell him stories of his time with Phoenix Squadron and stories of Lothal before the empire.
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Hi!!! I was the one who requested the jealous Ezra x reader fic!
My request was Ezra being jealous around the best friend that is a boy (IDK if that was the original prompt but here it is!)
Thank you so much!
Thank YOU so much - especially for requesting again, I am so sorry that it got deleted-
I think it had something to do with being jealous and protective but I’ll just merge the two.
I hope you enjoy!
“Best friend or not.”
Ezra Bridger x Fem!Reader [romantic]
Summary ; In which Ezra is denying his jealousy, and gets protective of you after a mission.
Requested? ; Yes
Warnings ; A bit of canonical type violence, reader’s best friend is a bit of an asshole, and mentions and of assimilation and depictions of losing important items of cultures.
Word Count ; 3.8 k
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Ezra Bridger is never really one to be jealous.
Sure, he had bouts of it when he first met Sabine. Mainly vying for her attention instead of it being on others out of pure admiration, mistaking it for a crush. And sure, you were jealous of it back then too. But that was before you realized that Sabine was cool, and before he realized that all he wanted was a friend.
Never really had that before he met you and her.
And that, was almost a few years ago.
No, Ezra Bridger was never one to be jealous.
Not in the slightest.
Not at all.
No, he wasn’t drawn to it like a moth is to a flame. He didn’t feel a slow burning pit in the depths of his gut, the simmer of fire licking up the back of his neck. He didn’t feel annoyance ticking in the back of his head with a timer constantly going off and resetting when the feeling settles down. He didn’t roll his eyes every time Linel Rhayme, a pantoran rebel fighter known as the new Pheonix-3, and you were in the same room together. No.
He wasn’t jealous.
I mean, how could he be? You can have other friends. You HAVE had other friends. HE’S had other friends. He can’t be jealous, it’s not possible.
It’s a horrible emotion that Jedi shouldn’t have.
He wasn’t jealous.
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“Ezra! Focus.”, his master sternly said in a low voice, a hand clamping down onto his shoulder with a pressure he knows only as Kanan. Kanan leaned down a bit to make sure Ezra was listening. “Specter-7 will be fine. Now pay attention to this meeting, we have another mission we have to focus on.”
Ezra’s eyes darted away from you loading up Phantom II with supply crates in the distance. Your laugh rang out and echoed softly against the stone walls of the rebel base on Yavin IV, blending into the ambient bustle of noise around the area like a raindrop to a puddle.
Serene and unbothered, unlike the surface tension of the water.
Your pantoran friend laughed along with you, a voice that Ezra immediately tuned out with a quiet huff of breath. His… dislike (not jealousy!) of said rebel allowed him to be drawn back into the meeting at hand, focus no longer split up between two parts of the base.
Linel was assigned another mission along with you and you alone. Something that had to deal with intel and grabbing specific packages of important items that belonged to a few of the cultures being forcefully assimilated into imperial culture.
You, before having joined the Ghost crew at your young age, had been training on your planet to be a cultural anthropologist. You knew a lot of bits and pieces and important information about thousands of different groups along the outer rim, and being in the rebellion helped you hone that ability for even the smallest and most important tasks a rebel could have.
Bringing hope to people that they would stay, and not be completely wiped away from existence due to the Empire.
“Items hold a lot of importance, Ez.” You once told him. “It’s physical evidence of people, and creatures, and even planets alike that they exist. The empire wants to take that away from us too. I think everyone here knows that, to some degree.”
You were definitely an integral part of that mission. And Ezra couldn’t knock that. You would be able to differentiate what came from where, and help other rebels send it back to the places that those items came from.
His problem lies with Linel.
Kind of.
And the fact that you had to get close to Dathomir, where those witch-spirit-things were. And remnants of Night Sisters and who knows what else around the place.
He wished you didn’t need to go.
He wished that his mission with the rest of the ghost crew wasn’t on the opposite end of the Outer Rim.
He wished someone else was going with you, not Linel—
No, no, no.
Stop.
That’s jealousy talking, you aren’t like that Ezra.
He sighed through his nose, thoughts clearing up the more he paid attention to Hera’s instructions on their mission. Infiltrating another important supply run of ammunition that the Empire was sending off to one of the other planets they took.
It was just as important as your mission.
He needed to focus on that.
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The ride back to their temporary home on Yavin IV couldn’t go any slower than it did. The amount of alternate hyperspace routes the Ghost Crew had to take due to an increase of imperial vigilance was both annoying and astounding all on its own.
They - especially Ezra - could only hope that you were alright. You were a great flier, a great fighter even, trained underneath both Hera and Sabine themselves. They all know you can handle the heat when things get tough.
Their questions lie within the realms of of Linel could take it.
Hopefully he should, being a Pheonix-3 fighter who has flown under Hera’s command herself before. She has no doubt that he can handle a flying situation when he’s at the helm.
Of a one-manned ship, that is.
The crew could only hope that nothing went wrong, and things went as smoothly as they usually would go. (Not that smoothly, knowing their luck, but at least smooth enough to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.)
The moment the Ghost docked down on Yavin IV, Ezra quickly got off the ramp once it touched the ground. He jogged over to Aleksandr Kallus once he saw him, and slowed to a stop once he was close enough.
“Hey, Kallus—“, Ezra greeted, a little bit breathless on his rush to get over to him. “—any sign of Spectre-7 and Pheonix-3 yet?”
“Not yet, Bridger,” Kallus told him, earning a frown from Ezra. And a furrowed brow. Odd. But not out of character. “Don’t worry, Spectre-6, they just hit a small snag coming home.”
“Needed to take another hyperspace route, I’m guessing?”
“Not… exactly.”, Kallus sighed, partly out of annoyance. He had a task he had to get to; Ezra was taking up some of his time doing it. “Look, we’ll know properly when they come back. Their comms were a little garbled but I’m sure it’s fine, now, if you excuse me.”
He stepped around Ezra, going off into some other part of the base of his task. Ezra groaned quietly, shaking his head while walking back to the Ghost.
“What’d Kallus say about her?”, Sabine asked him, pushing a crate of unopened ammunitions his way.
Ezra took the floating crate, and moved it to join the pile of other crates in front of them. “Said she hit a snag coming home. They aren’t exactly sure what’s going on, either. Comms weren’t all that clear, apparently.”
“That’s… concerning”, Sabine said. A worried furrow crinkled the skin in between her brows when she took off her mandolorian helmet. She set it against her side with her arm slung over it. “I mean, I’m sure she’s fine and all, but he said nothing else?”
“Not a thing.”, Ezra crossed his arms in front of him, his hands lightly digging into the orange material of his jacket. It wasn’t much of a worried furrow that made his brow angle downwards as much as annoyance. Disdain, almost.
Kallus was still a little iffy on the trusting end for the both of them.
Sabine hummed in thought, eyes boring into the stone ground below them. “I’m sure we’ll figure out more when they both come back. Spectre-7 is always careful, especially on a mission that plays to her strengths. She’ll be ok.”
The mandalorian gave Ezra a comforting pat on the shoulder, one he gratefully took with a small and thankful smile, and walked back onto the ghost. Sabine took another ammunitions crate from Zeb, and pushed it down the ramp towards Ezra. He took the crate from her, looking back and forth between the ghost and where the Phantom II should be showing up, and continued on with his task of putting them all in a pile to be moved.
It should at least give him some time to stay calm. Distracting himself from the horrible flame of an emotion that sparked every time he thought of your mission, and who you were with.
He’s not jealous.
He’s not jealous.
He’s not jealous.
Concerned for your well-being, maybe.
But not jealous.
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A roar of a smaller ship skidding harshly on the stone snapped the whole of the Ghost Crew out of their stupor. Their mundane task of unloading the ship ceased, a whole load of wide eyes - and lenses, in Chopper’s case - staring in a frightful concern at one of the most dangerous landings they’ve seen the Phantom II take yet.
Once the skidding stopped just before a whole weapons unit, the screams of other rebels scrambling away had trickled down into a lot of murmuring. Ezra took the first step and dashed down the ramp of the Ghost ship, followed by other concerned rebels who found their way over to the smoking engines of the Phantom II.
Ezra coughed, covering his nose with his elbow and opened the back door entrance with the force. He didn’t want to waste any time if you were injured.
You and Linel almost stumbled and fell out of the ship, coughs racking through your throats. Smoke billowed out of the back, and there was a chorus of shouts when you both got out of the ship.
“I told you to leave the flying to me—“, you said, wheezing out another cough. You shoved Linel’s side, and you heaved in air. Your hand snapped up to cover a gash - bruise? No, definitely a gash - on your right arm. Ezra was immediately at your other side, his right arm going under your left to help you up better.
Your tired eyes met his with a thankful nod, and he nodded back at you. The both of you turned towards Linel once he started speaking.
“I’m a better flyer than you! I fly more than you on the daily, Y/n!”, he snapped back, also wheezing out the smoke from his lungs. You scoffed at his words and stumbled a step closer towards your friend.
“Woah, careful—“, Ezra began. He promptly shut up the moment your accusatory finger from your injured arm pointed up at the pantoran.
“Shut up, Linel, I fly the Phantom II WAY more than you do. You had no idea what the hell you were doing when those damn imperials got there!”
Ezra blinked. He - wasn’t expecting the amount of disdain in your voice. The amount of venom spouting through your words and weaving through the air like an uncomfortable blanket.
“You wanted to take things slow, that’s not how I do things—”, Linel started.
“YOU COSTED US THOSE CRATES!”
“YOU WERE TOO SLOW—“
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT - THAT’S ENOUGH, YOU TWO”, shouted another voice. Ezra, Linel, and you all flinched. Hera’s voice rung out in stern chords, silencing the yells that began to echo across the base. “That’s enough. Ezra, I want you to take Spectre-7 to the medical bay while Pheonix-3 tells me his version of what happened. Chopper, I need you to run specs on Phantom II, tell me everything we need to replace or get fixed. Sabine, Zeb and Kanan will go get what’s needed. Spectre-7 I’ll get a recount of your version of events later. Everyone understand me?”
A chorus of ‘Yes sir’s’, and ‘you got it’s’ and warbles from Chopper sounded off. Chopper headed closer to the damaged ship, Sabine, Zeb and Kanan following afterwards. Hera took Linel off to the side and sat him down on an empty crate, prompting him to tell her what happened on the mission.
Meanwhile, after Ezra was certain he glared holes into the back of Linel’s head, he led you carefully to the medical bay of the base. Your arm needed tending to, and he wanted - no, needed - to make sure you were ok.
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“Alright, Spectre-7”, Hera began, walking into the room of the medical bay you resided in for the moment. “Spill. What happened during the mission?”
Ezra finished tugging the last of the bandage over the gash on your arm, and tucked the last sliver of gauze underneath the rest of it. You glanced over and let out a sigh, your eyes settling in on staring down at Hera’s shoes.
“The mission started off as planned.”, you started. Your good hand lightly picked at a rip against the seam of your pants, thick material rough against the tips of your fingers. They were comfier than they looked, that’s for sure.
“We got out of hyperspace near Dathomir, hid behind one of the asteroids nearby and cloaked our signature. The pirate ship - not from anyone we knew, that’s for sure - docked on the light cruiser and we flew close by and attached to the pirate ship as planned. Sabine’s implant on the ship from a couple weeks ago worked, we didn’t need to contact them inside. Bounty hunters were distracted, bucket heads distracted. Something about payments and other shit I wasn’t paying attention to.
“The crates were there, on the bounty hunter’s ship. And I wanted to take things slow. Take as much as we could for a run back, and then go back on it again for the rest. Linel stayed inside Phantom II to load in the crates as planned. On my second run things went to hell and back between the pirates and the imperials because of a mishap in their agreement and Linel almost took off without me!”
At this point your hands moved with your words. An angry astonishment still held into your words, a bitterness left by your best friend. One you wouldn’t think would betray you, but ended up doing any how.
The simmering spark of flame in Ezra’s gut flared again.
Now’s not the time for jealousy, he told himself.
“I had to leave half of the items there, and rush back on before the door closed. And because of how quick he left we got spotted by imperials, we fought over who’s going to fly and we fucked up the Phantom really badly. Got nicked by a bunch of TIE-fighters and we we finally got back here the atmosphere finally did those damages in. Most of what was in the crates still left in the Phantom II are as good as destroyed now, Hera!”
You finally looked up at Hera, and her eyes immediately softened. Not out if you being one of her soft spots of the rebellion. One of the kids she took under her wing. No, not just out of that. The pure look of anguish that you hid behind your irritation at Linel was there, clear as day.
You always loved caring and learning about other people.
Cultural items held a hand in that. Those were always important to you. Severely, almost.
“All those pieces - all those stories, maybe even people, gone. And it was his fault for being too impulsive and my fault for letting it get to me. It was like before I joined you guys, Hera - everything I fucking lost from my people I that promised to get back and didn’t. It’s all gone because we fucked up.”
Oh.
You took a quiet breath, you shoulder bumping into Ezra’s. With a couple of blinks, you looked back down at Hera’s shoes, and wiped at the corner of one of your eyes, successful at keeping the dam that was your waterline of a lower eyelid at bay. “So… that’s all there is to it, General Syndulla.”
Nevermind.
Hera sighed, and sat down on your left side, her hand gently settling down on your left shoulder. “Well, at least now I know that maybe some best friends shouldn’t be paired together.”, she lightly chuckled, and you let out a quiet scoff of a laugh.
That feeling isn’t jealousy.
Your pinky finger edged against Ezra’s on your right, and he tapped his against yours, both of you curling said finger around the other’s.
It’s anger.
“Linel’s going to be grounded here for a couple weeks”, Hera states, voice still as calming as ever. “I have to ground you here as well to save face, alright? I’ll have Chopper go over the mission logs and recordings made during it just in case, see which one of your stories are corroborated with it. Just in case.”
She said the last sentence in such a way that told you she was still on your side. And you couldn’t be more grateful to her.
“Now, about the gash?”, Hera asked.
“The landing”, both you and Ezra answered. The Twi’lek laughed softly at the two of you.
“I figured as much.”
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“Hey, Linel Rhayme, right?”
Linel looked up from the data pad he was looking at, locking eyes with Ezra. “Oh, Commander Bridger. What’s up?”, he asked, letting his hands hang against his sides, datapad clutched into one of them.
“Nothing much,” Ezra said with a shrug. He leaned against the stone wall of the base, uncaring about the rough ridges digging into his back. “You and Y/n. Spectre-7. Best friends, right?”
“Right. The one and only!”, Linel answered, a nervous lilt slowly cantering into his voice. “Kinda messed up on that last mission though. We made up for it, I think. She’s still a little icy about it, but it’s nothing I’m not used to.”
“Right.” Ezra said with a slow nod. “Well, kinda understandable when her best friend almost left her to fend for herself against both bounty hunter’s AND imperials. But I mean, you said it for yourself. Nothing you aren’t used to, right?”
Bitter.
Bitter.
Bitter.
Linel shuffled his feet. He was a couple inches further away from Ezra than he last stood.
“Look, Commander, it’s not like I had a choice. They would’ve grabbed us if I hadn’t started leaving—“, the pantoran began, brows beginning to furrow against his blue skin.
“—But, the thing is, you DID have a choice.”, Ezra cut off, eyes narrowed, darkened under the shade of the stone above them. His voice was calm and collected as his arms crossed in front of him. “You almost got captured regardless, and you put my partner in harms way. I don’t really take kindly to others that end up hurting the people I care about, you know.”
Ezra pushed himself off the wall, and walked closer to Linel. “Next time instead of spearheading your way to an impulsive decision like that on a mission under her lead, why don’t you listen to her instead, huh?”
He gave Linel a couple pats on his shoulder, and began to walk away.
“It’s not like you’re any better, Bridger.”
Ezra stopped in his tracks, not looking back at Linel behind him. He had more to say, so Ezra decided to wait until he said what he needed to.
“I’ve heard stories about how Commander Bridger of the great ship The Ghost was impulsive, and consistently put his teams into greater danger because of his decisions. Especially at the beginning.”, Linel said, a hint of malice lacing in between those words. “Don’t be a hypocrite and reprimand me for something I did that you’ve done multiple times.”
Calm.
Ezra took a deep breath. “I may have been impulsive and done that a few times, especially during the beginning. I’m not knocking that in the slightest. But, they were never out of a selfish need to get away after I joined the Ghost. And I made sure I never left anyone behind if the situation allowed it.”
He turned back to Linel. “Can you say the same for yourself?”
Silence.
“Be glad that my partner forgave you. That’s a trust you never want to try and earn back if you break it.”
Ezra turned away once again, not getting a sound out of Linel, and walked on. “Thanks for calling me out on my hypocrisy though. I’ll be sure to work on it.”
The pantoran could only watch the Jedi walk away.
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Somewhere off in the distance was the rest of the ghost crew - minus you and Hera -!near Phantom II, checking it’s diagnostics and grabbing what was needed to replace it. Sabine caught a glimpse of Ezra talking to Linel, and excused herself from the rest of the group to grab some supplies they needed.
“You didn’t go too hard on the guy, did you?”, she asked Ezra when he walked by her. She had the hovering cart of supplies in her hands already, and pushed them with her while the two walked back to the broken down extension of the Ghost.
“I didn’t.”
Sabine raised a brow at her younger brother figure, a smirk rising onto her face at his shrug. She gave him a pointed look.
“I didn’t!”, he raised his hands (and his voice octave too), in mock surrender. “I swear.”
“Surreee you did.” The mandalorian rolled her eyes with a snort, looking ahead of them. “Sure.”
A long stretch of silence slid by them both as they walked, only broken by a quiet and reluctant scoff Ezra let out. “Like I’d ever let him get away with what he did with Y/n kriff free.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t let him either. Best friend or not.”
Ezra nodded in agreement.
“Best friend or not.”
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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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“You’re our son—” (Spider-Man AU - part 3)
Part One ; Part Two
Ezra Bridger x gn!Reader
Summary ; In which Hera tells you both the plan of action.
Requested? ; No! Part three of the AU that I talked about in my last post- :DDD
Warnings ; mention of Kanan’s master Depa Billaba getting killed. Also not much of a warning, but found family things w / Hera, specifically- <33333
Word Count ; 1.3k
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The explanation was small, and straight to the point. After a couple years of living with the Ghost Crew, Ezra figured out that long winded explanations wasn’t the best route to go down when talking with Hera.
He and Kanan heard from police scanners that ‘The Inquisitor’ was at it again, terrorizing others on a subway train for whatever cause he was trying to pull them into (something something ‘Empire’ or whatever. Ezra didn’t pay too much attention). The both of them swung their way over, got to the subway station just before the train went off on its way, and swung in just in time.
And just before the police got to them too, thankfully. They really don’t appreciate a vigilante when they see one. Luckily, Hera had some pull to help them out of trouble.
While Kanan was busy getting citizens in the subway car, Ezra was busy fighting ‘The Inquisitor’ on his own for the first time.
Bad decision, because he ended up getting thrown onto one of the seats, and his mask got ripped off, which revealed his identity to the ‘Big Bad’ he was fighting. Not that The Inquisitor knew his name, but he definitely knew his face now.
And now yours, too.
Because you were right there, unbeknownst to both heroes and the villain. Hidden in that corner, shielding yourself and your groceries with only your school bag. And you visibly and verbally reacted when you saw what happened.
It doesn’t even take an idiot to realize that you knew who Ezra was once the mask was taken off. Especially when said idiot was The Inquisitor. Which was a no bueno with Kanan and his rules.
After all, he lost his teacher - the only motherly and parental figure he had - Depa Billaba, because something similar happened to him years ago. He never really explained what happened to Ezra. All Ezra knew was that a lot of people were killed that day because of it. Including her.
Kanan could never live it down in the slightest, because of that. He wanted Ezra to always be careful with his mask when going out in the city as another Spider-Man, just in case.
Which, in turn, probably made this situation a lot worse, the more Ezra thought about it.
Hera hummed, mouth pressing into a thin line once Ezra finished his explanation. “Ok… that makes this, well, a little bit more difficult than I thought.”, she said thoughtfully.
She placed the warm ceramic cup down onto the table, and sat up fully. “But, that doesn’t mean this can’t be fixed.”
“Y/n”, she said, turning to you. “You’re gonna have to lay low here for a little while, ok?”
“Wait - what?”, you furrowed your brows, looking at all the grocery bags on the table in front of you. “What about these? Or - or my parents? Or school??”
“We‘ll have that covered, kiddo, don’t worry.”, she smiled at you. “I’ll have Sabine and Zeb drop them off later on today, and we can call up your parents to explain the situation. I work as a consultant for the police, and this house is a designated safe house just in case for situations like these. We have a guest room you can stay inc and You and Ezra can still go to school. You just have to be driven there instead.”
“But the—“ Hera cut you off again.
“I know, I know, the traffic sucks.”, she pointed a thumb to the rooms behind her. “Kanan and I know our way around the city on the roads. So does Sabine, if we can’t drive you guys. It’ll be fine.”
The smile she gave you was one full of sincerity and hope. It was… oddly calming, to say the least. Then again, she always had that effect on you. And Ezra (not that he would ever admit that to Hera herself though. You, however, are a different story).
You took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. It calms you down, before the rush-in of loud thoughts could make their way into your head again. It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.
You’ve had sleepovers there before, anyways. It’ll be just like those. Just… a really long winded one, until The Inquisitor is off your’s and Ezra’s tail.
“As for you, Ezra Bridger”, Hera continued once again, her voice taking on a sterner lilt. “No going out as Spider-Man with Kanan for a while. Not until we have the situation with The Inquisitor under control, alright? Do you understand me?”
“What?”, now it was his turn to question the decision made. “Oh, c’mon Hera, it was one slip-up—“
“One slip-up that could easily get you and your best friend either hurt or in danger, or - hell - even both”, she told him, gesturing to the both of you. Her tone grew more serious, more urgent the more she went on. “Kanan and I aren’t willing to risk it, Ezra. Your our son—“
Ezra’s eyes subtly went wider. The amount of conviction in Hera’s voice struck a chord in him, one that he sometimes forgets he has.
Family.
The concept is still so new to him, even if it’s been a few years.
“—much like how Sabine’s our daughter. And Y/n may not be apart of this family, but we care about them just as much as you do. We need you both to be safe. This is the best course of action we’re able to do right now, alright?”
Ezra sighed, shoulders visibly deflating. Hera was right; you both knew that. It was the best course of action, and there wasn’t much either of you could say about it. Not right now, at least.
And it’s not like he minded being out on house arrest either. Especially if it was with you. It could be fun, if things went smooth enough.
Hopefully.
“Alright”, he agreed, albeit a hint of reluctance still hung on to the edge of his words. “If this is the best course of action to keep us safe then… I guess it’s fine. Right?”
He looked to you.
“Right.”, You gave a reassuring nod, brows furrowing upwards afterward for a moment in a silent question. He nodded back at you, reassurance there and clear as day for you this time.
Hera’s face softened up, a small and relieved smile turning the corners of her mouth up. “Good. It’s settled then. I’ll go get Sabine and Zeb to grab the groceries and bring them to your parents, Y/n. In the meantime… think about dinner.”
She stood up from her seat, bringing the cup of coffee with her. “Usually it would be my turn to choose what to have tonight, but I’ll leave that decision with you”, she raised her cup in your direction. “After all, it was this bucket-heads fault for getting your into this mess.”
She lightly flicked Ezra’s ear. He let out an indignant noise, and brought a hand up to his ear, staring at Hera with a look of utter betrayal.
“Hey!”, he exclaimed, pouting a little bit. “What was that for?”
“You know why, Ezra.”, Hera gave him a pointed look, and turned back towards the kitchen. On her way, she glanced back at you again. “Think about what you want for dinner, sweetie. It can be anything you want.”
You smiled brightly at the thought. Hera chuckled fondly at the sight, and opened the door to the kitchen, closing it behind her once she stepped over the threshold.
Ezra slowly turned back to you, his hand still rubbing his ear. Flick or not. Hera’s strength stung.
“Soo… what’re you thinking about for dinner?”, he asked you. The casualness of it all made you both fall right back into the usual comfortability, as if nothing big happened between you two, or the family in the house you were in.
The bright smile you had stayed clear as day, only enhanced by the setting sun blaring through the blinds behind you.
“How does Chinese food sound?”, you asked, leaning your forearms against the table.
Ezra always thought sunsets were beautiful. This one was just as lovely.
“Sounds perfect.”
His own smile radiated back at you, like the glare of the moon reflected back to the sun.
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“Took Ezra long enough.” (Spider-Man AU - Part 2)
Part One ; Part Three
Ezra Bridger x gn!Reader
Summary ; In which you process what you saw.
Requested? ; Nope! Been cooking this part and another part up for a few days now. Feel free to ask any questions about this AU I love it sm and would love to talk about it- :DDD
Warnings ; None so far.
Word Count ; 1.9k
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Two masks were thrown onto a wooden table, sitting almost perfectly in the middle of a dining room area. The golden afternoon light shone through the glass of the window, casting a warm orange glow across the room.
"Sit. Both of you.", Kanan ordered, voice holding a stern and unwavering lilt that told you if you didn't listen there would be consequences. "I gotta go tell Hera about this, so don't. Move."
He gave a pointed look to Ezra, who stood besides you with a couple of your bags in hand. He rolled his eyes a bit at Kanan's request, but still followed it nonetheless.
He locked the front door behind him with a small click, took off his shoes, and walked into the dining and kitchen area of his home, you following him en suite. You've been to this place many times before, sure, so you knew what small amount of house rules you had to obey by, but it was never...
In a situation like this.
Ezra placed your bags onto the table, the plastic bags crinkling under the weight of what groceries were inside them. You placed the rest of the groceries next to those ones, and the golden hues of the light caught onto the plastic. You focused on the sight, your mind wandering to debate whether or not you should consider bringing the reusable bags rather than plastic ones you got next time you head to the store alone.
Maybe then you wouldn't have had to deal with the whole fiasco on the subway with that 'Inquisitor' dude. Because sometimes small choices lead to different scenarios. Maybe the bag holding the fruit wouldn’t have opened. Maybe you found a shortcut home.
Either way, things would’ve been different.
Not that you dwelled on it for long. It was a small, mundane thought. It had stood out louder than the cacophony of others that plagued your mind right now.
“…so.”, you began, glancing up at the Spider-Man - no, Ezra - across the table. You scraped a chair out from underneath it, the would grating quietly against the ground. It creaked lightly when you sat on it. Ezra’s did the same as he sat down across from you, eyes still locked on both masks in the middle of the wooden slab that made the table’s surface.
“So.”, he repeated, finally looking up at you. An awkward elephant of a silence fell over the both of you. It filled the room, made the golden rays of the sun catching in the windows uncomfortably warm. He tugged at the collar of his Spider-Man suit, hoping it would help him breathe just a bit easier.
You just stared at him, a gulp of uncertainty following through halfway through the silence. You still couldn’t believe what you saw.
“You finally know”, an astonished voice broke in, coming from the stairs off to the right of the front door. Sabine scoffed out a small laugh, and leaned her crossed forearms on the railings of the stairs.
“Took Ezra long enough.”, grumbled another voice.
Zeb trudged down the stairs afterwards, and stopped a couple steps above Sabine, mirroring her. His arms leaned against the railing as well, and smirked down at you and your best spider-friend. I mean - your best friend. Not spider-friend. Best friend.
You immediately stood up from your seat.
“You guys knew!?”, you exclaimed incredulously. Your arms raised a bit, hands held out in front of you in shock. Your eyes glanced continuously at both people on the stairs, and the one to your left across the table. All in disbelief.
“Eh”, Sabine shrugged. A nonchalant thing. Like it wasn’t a big deal that she was living with both of Lothal’s Spider-heroes. “Family secret.”
“Family secret!?”, you repeated, disbelieving scoff quickly making itself known. Your hands dropped to your sides, eyes casting down the the family pictures on the stairwell’s walls underneath the bannisters.
The pictures look so normal.
So, so normal.
This was anything but.
“…Is there anything else I should know about?”, you asked the three, raising a brow. Your eyes darted between the three of them once again.
“Ezra and I are adopted.”, Sabine immediately said, with no hesitation whatsoever. Ezra stifled a snort of laughter, and you gave her a deadpan look.
“Oh wow! That’s so funny - I wonder when that happened?”, you sarcastically inquired. “Lemme guess, a couple years ago? That sound about right to you?”
“To the month!”, Sabine’s grin grew smug.
“Man, its like I haven’t known anything about you guys in say - what - the past three years.”
The sarcasm still hasn’t left your voice, though it still took a turn back to the incredulity it held before.
You turned back to Ezra, opening your mouth to say something, but never finding the words. The spider logo on his suit glinted. Scuffed and scratched from over the past few years, but still strong.
Still a symbol of hope.
Although, now it takes on a whole new meaning after finding out who was underneath the mask.
“When did—“, you started, voice smaller than it was before. “When did the… y’know—“
You pointed at the Spider-Man symbol on his chest, and looked up to meet the blue iris’s of Ezra’s eyes. “The spider stuff. When did that happen?”
The question was curious. The astonishment was still there, but from the tone of your voice, it was finally beginning to sink in properly.
Ezra knew you weren’t judging him for it by the slightest.
You weren’t mad.
At least from what he could tell.
You just wanted to know. How the hell did your best friend end up this way?
Ezra looked down at the masks still on the table, a smile reminiscent of simpler times pushing at the corners of his mouth. “Few years ago. A couple weeks after I moved in here, when Hera and Kanan were still just foster parents for Sabine and I. There was this weird green spider that bit me around the place Sabine usually goes to for her wall art, and then next thing you know these - these powers showed up and… well…”, he gestured to the symbol on his suit. “That’s pretty much what happened. The short version, at least.”
“That…”, you trailed off and stared at the masks, a slow nod following afterwards. “… Makes… a lot of sense, actually.”
It did make sense.
You remember those few years ago, back in your freshman year of high school. Back when you first met Ezra. A kid you remember hearing rumors about. A kid who stole so many things (which you came to find out it was for survival, later on). A thief. A trouble maker.
A thief and trouble maker that somehow drifted to your friends Jai Kell and Zare Leonis. It’s how you two got introduced.
And then, a couple weeks later after meeting him, slowly breaking that little wall he created for himself, and becoming his friend, a new Spider-Man showed up. A younger and shorter one (who seemed to never listen to the older Spider-Man, unless if there was something serious happening).
“Damn”, you whispered. A huge weight fell onto your knees, and you almost just let the weight take you into a plummet back into your seat.
Never mind the fact that it was beginning to ‘sink in properly’. No, it wasn’t even properly sinking in anymore. It just plummeted into the depths of your soul and mind; all the late days, all the random bruises, all those random missing hours of the day that Ezra had dealt with. There was finally a damn proper reason for it.
Which was literally nothing you’d expected from him.
You thought it was just bits and pieces of his past catching up with him as a thief. That was what sounded plausible. Maybe he was beating up those bullies that picked on the other teens in the younger grades. Maybe he just had iron deficiency.
But Spider-Man?
Saving the city that robbed him of a proper childhood? A safe place to grow up? His biological parents?
It’s so… unlike him from back then. But so, so like him nowadays, to do something like that. To hold up that kind of mantle.
And that realization fell on you like a ton of bricks.
“Everything ok over there?”
Ezra’s voice cut through your thoughts, clearing them up in an instant. Worried eyes met weary ones, and you could tell just by the little upturn of a furrow in his brow that he was nervous. You wanted to tell him he never needed to be. At least, not around you.
“Yeah.”, you said, comforting smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. “Just processing. That’s all.”
“Alright”, he nodded. His own small smile, wrapped up in worries and doubt, appeared on his face. Clearing his throat, he continued, the sounds of Sabine and Zeb making their way down the steps fully being drowned out by his voice. “I just thought you were gonna be angry or something. Y’know, for me not telling you about, well.”
He didn’t need to specify. You understood what the elephant in the room was completely.
“I’m not angry, Ez.”, you tell him immediately. You shake your head, and lean your forearms against the table. Ezra leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in front of his chest. “You don’t have to tell me everything that’s going on with you and your family, for one. That’s your choice to make. And theirs, if they’re apart of whatever it is, too. And two, why would I be? I mean - I’m just in shock right now, in all honesty.”
You laugh quietly, bringing a hand up to your forehead, rubbing your thumb and forefinger across the skin of it. “It’s really, really cool that you’re one of the Spider-Men out there, but wow - it is surely a hell of a thing to find out on a grocery run.”
Ezra chuckled at that. You glanced back up at him, and let out a small and relieved breath. Some of the tension in his smile left. He looked a little bit more like the usual Ezra. The one you know and love as your best friend.
“Yeah, I can imagine”, he says finally, remnants of a chuckle still floating from his voice. His eyes finally met yours again. A sense of comfort flooded the room for a second, and the golden-orange hues of sunset blaring in from the windows felt like a blanket again, warm and light instead of uncomfortably heavy and almost humid.
A few minutes passed by. The ambient noise of Sabine and Zeb walking about in the living room down the hall filled the void of noise. Their voices blended into the background, along with the beeps of Chopper, who was somewhere in the room causing a small amount of havoc for the other two to deal with.
Kanan’s voice appeared distantly in the backround as well, joining the other three in conversation. It blended into the soft ambience of the house, all the same as the others.
A click of a doorknob sounded, breaking the silence in the dining room.
“So, Ezra”, started Hera as she walked into the room. She moved to the chair next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder while sitting down. In her other hand was a cup of coffee. Most likely for another late night of work, if you could guess.
Hera gave you a smile and a little nod as a hello and acknowledgement of your presence. You gave one back at her, not minding in the slightest that she didn’t say hello. There were more pressing matters to attend to first.
“Kanan told me what happened at the subway today with ‘The Inquisitor.”, Hera continued. She crossed her arms, and leaned back in her chair. She sipped at her drink, and raised a brow at the blue haired boy in front of her. “Care to explain?”
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No context excerpt from a thing I’ve been writing on and off for the past few weeks-
Yeah- :)
#ezra bridger x reader#star wars rebels x reader#platonic x reader#romantic x reader#x reader#platonic!reader#romantic!reader#platonic!sabine wren x reader#platonic!ezra bridger x reader#romantic!ezra bridger x reader#👁🍵👁#ok maybe there’s a little bit of context#with Peridea in there#but still
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Man sometimes I need to remind myself that fics don’t always have to be long and well over a thousand words-
Cause this one fic of mine - the Ezra x Reader one I talked about before - is kicking my a s s-
Don’t get me wrong, I love it so far, I swear-
My dumbass just decided to make a goal of getting it somewhere over 10k words and so far idk how I’m gonna make it happen bc it’s been weeks since I first started it-
Gotta remind myself that drabbles are ok too sometimes- TvT
That said, my requests are still open - ik I have a lot to get through but agdhfnfj I see most of em as fics rather than drabbles so I don’t wanna get to them just yet until I’m done with the current fic I’m writing-
I do wanna try some Spider-Man AU drabbles too so if any of you have smth y’all wanna see from the AU- 👁🍵👁
#romantic x reader#x reader#platonic!reader#romantic!reader#kinda update#ish#THIS FIC IS REALLY KICKING MY ASS BUT HEY#I LOVE THE IDEAS SO FAR IN IT#i am trying my best I swear#platonic x reader#ezra bridger x reader
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Just a reminder that I have some prompt lists here if you scroll down a bit!! I wanna write more for them- :000
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I lost an ezra x reader ask that I forgot to save progress to twice and then I accidentally put it on queue and deleted it and-
Pain-
Absolute pain-
Whoever requested the one where he’s jealous please feel free to request again
Or anyone else too for that matter BC HE HAS BEEN FOUND I AM IN EZRA BRAINROT MODE I AM SO AGDJFNFJNF-
#star wars rebels x reader#ezra bridger x reader#romantic x reader#platonic x reader#x reader#i am getting on the other asks for Ahsoka and Sabine and the Arcane characters I swear#this episode of Ahsoka just hit me good and right in the brainrot I am sorry#< / 3#but seriously that was my only ask of Ezra Bridger and I DELETED IT I AM DEVASTATED AND ANNOYED#Especially bc I kept forgetting to save my progress like that happened twice now </3
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Added 5 prompt lists to the pinned message for y’all to request from- :00
Still trying to catch up on requests but feel free to request more if you guys want to! I have one more left I think- so please request away- :00
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“Forgive” Ezra Bridger x Reader Drabble, Star Wars: Rebels
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Ezra was sulking, and really, if you had any sense of dignity left, you shouldn’t be here talking to him. Yet, here you are, still irritated and hurt by your last encounter, but also reluctantly caring. You open the door to his quarters. He’s laying on his bunk, eyes to the ceiling.
“What’re you doing here?” he grumbles. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”
Your frown deepens, so you turn to walk away, but Ezra sits up and looks at you with pleading eyes. “Wait, I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”
You oblige, and step through the doorway. You sigh, “You know, you can’t just treat everyone like bantha fodder the moment things become difficult.”
He nods, and looks at the ground shamefaced. “I know, and I’m really sorry. What I did was way out of line.”
“No kidding,” you breathed.
His cheeks flush red, and he keeps his gaze intently on a spot on the floor. “I know I don’t deserve it,” he speaks slowly, “But I hope you’ll forgive me.”
#ezra bridger#ezra bridger x reader#platonic#or romantic#up to interpretation#star wars#reader insert#star wars: rebels#character x reader#agnst
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