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Can't Get Enough

am I back writing for kanera after a whole year away? that's a solid maybe! but I have finished this epilogue to Reflections in a Broken Mirror which I started a year ago and I am sharing it, as ever, in the hopes that other people enjoy it as much as I enjoy other people's fic.

rating: explicit (sexual content); kanan jarrus/hera syndulla; 1.9k words

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Something had felt ever so slightly different since Kanan had woken up, but as soon as Hera led him through the strange doorway he felt it all slot back into place.

He was home.

He felt Hera turn her head back to look at where they’d just come from and stretched out his senses. He could feel… Something behind him, something that was both there and not, that seemed to only exist in two dimensions but somehow also in another one that wasn’t the usual third. A fourth dimension. He could feel it getting smaller, shrinking down into its centre until–

"It’s gone." Hera’s words were calm. He heard her turn back to him. "And you’re here."

Her arms were around him in an instant, a vice gripping his chest and holding him so tightly it was like she would never let go. Her nose pressed into his neck and he felt her chest expand as she inhaled, breathing in deeply. He in turn breathed in the scent of her, his nose to her flight cap to get the familiar leatheris and engine oil and Hera scent he loved so much.

Her face shifted slightly and her nose was replaced with the rough drag of her tongue over his neck. It was completely unexpected; arousal hit him like a punch in the gut. Her tongue became teeth, nipping at his skin, lips pressing kisses up the column of his throat. He could tell that it was both a reaction to him being back in her arms (after seven months, apparently) and driven by the desire that had overtaken her too. The time apart hadn’t changed anything between them; he was still just as attuned to her, to her emotions and her body even if now her body was very different to how he remembered.

Her lips reached his jaw and then a hand tangled in his hair to drag his mouth down hard against hers. She kissed him like she was trying to make up for every missed kiss of the last seven months, and while it hadn’t been so long for him he gladly returned her fervour, always willing to give Hera what she needed.

Hera came up for air and he could just imagine the look in her eyes that said she begrudged her body the need to breathe. He could feel the hunger in her, the strength with which she wanted him, but also a determination he knew all too well. She grabbed his hand and all but dragged him several steps over the flat, grassy ground.

"In here," she ordered, pushing him through a door he hadn’t expected to find out here. "It’s a supply container, we’ve been building– oh, you’ll find out later."

He heard the door slam shut behind them and then his back hit a wall with a dull thud. The supply container smelled musty and vaguely familiar but he wasn’t able to work out why before Hera was pressing herself urgently against him.

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Day 18 of The Bad Batch redraws, featuring Hera's mother!

#eleni syndulla #tbb

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You know one of the biggest differences I've noticed between the original trilogy books and the new Ahsoka show?

In the books, absolutely no one knew who the kriff Thrawn was.

Pellaeon's still adjusting to a new commander, who he follows loyally, but doesn't 100% trust until book 2. The Republic doesn't even learn his name until the end of book 1, and they're still debating whether he's an actual Grand Admiral or self-declared through book 2.

All of the Thrawn's threat - all of his menace to the New Republic, all of his weight as an antagonist - are discovered by the reader at the same time the characters are finding it out.

It's the perfect balance of showing and telling - we get to see Thrawn gain victories by being clever, with Pellaeon. We get to hear about how nervous he makes Karrde - a character we've learned is brilliant and menacing in his own right, and makes our heroes nervous, so how much more must Thrawn be? We get to see him make brilliant deductions and turn up just in the right place and the right time to corner our heroes, again and again.

The Sluis Van attack buildup was perfect - we keep hearing about from Pellaeon, hearing that Thrawn's planning an attack and Pellaeon himself is a bit skeptical, but it's coming, how's it going to work? What's going to happen? Meanwhile the mole miners were stolen, and there's this new cloaking field, and how's it all going to come together...?

And suddenly Han's there, with Luke and Lando, and Wedge, and we're waiting with baited breath because we know it's all about to fall apart but how are our brilliant heroes going to get out of this one?

It's an amazing buildup, fantastic suspense, and really brings home the different perspectives of the characters. And establishes Thrawn as an actual, major threat, that everyone should be worried about.

But then in Ahsoka, it's like they've skipped straight to the Duology, when everyone knows who Thrawn is because he almost conquered the New Republic. But he hasn't done that, in canon, so we're left wondering why everyone's supposed to be worried when, as far as we've seen, he couldn't even beat Phoenix Squadron.

Heck, setting aside our own out of character knowledge, it makes Xiono look right. Who cares about a single Imperial warlord with a single half-destroyed ship? What's this guy actually done?

We know - those of us who know his story. But it's not shown. Why should the characters think him a threat? Why should we?

After all, all we've seen of him is Rebels. And in Rebels... he lost.

#ahsoka #thrawn

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Ahsoka 1.08 || Star Wars Rebels 2.20

Remember where Sabine learned that move? 😄

#ahsoka #rebels #sabine wren #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus

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when the parallels are paralleling

#kanan jarrus #ezra bridger

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Star Wars: Rebels Kanan/Hera Regency AU is live!

Mostly T (2 eventual smut scenes in later chapters, marked to be skippable), 30k words total across 8 chapters, updates weekly Monday night/Tuesday day!

Summary: After Miss Hera Syndulla's carriage is held up by a dashing highwayman and his two young accomplices, she realizes they may be the perfect solution to the ridiculous requirements of her father's will. But as she gets to know the man behind the scoundrel facade, she begins to wonder if a marriage on paper is truly all she wants.

#marriage of convenience regency au!!!!!!#it's so good i love it i need it to be next tuesday already #fic #kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla

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@giftober 2023 | DAY #18: ROMANCE

He saw the Twi'lek's cloak nearby, pinned beneath a heavy girder. She did leave me a souvenir, after all. With great effort, he pulled the metal aside. He took the garment into his hands and held it up. It was a good find, he thought, as he turned to stagger out of the alley. Because he was starting to believe she had never been there.

He stopped thinking that when he stepped out into the street—and found himself looking into her eyes.

"Ah," she said, seeing her cloak.

"Ah," he repeated. Kanan stood frozen, studying her under the bright light of the moon. She was shorter than he was, with deep green skin, full lips, and a chin that came to a pleasing point. She wore a gray pilot's hat that allowed exit for two head-tails that hung at a little more than shoulder-length. She wore a brown vest, gold-colored slacks with utility pockets, and black gloves that matched the cloak in her hands.

"I knew I'd forgotten something," she said, removing the garment from his hands so deftly he barely noticed she'd done it. Then she looked at him with concern. "You okay there?"

Kanan nodded.

"You speak Basic?"

"Words fail me."

She smiled. "So they do."

A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller

#kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #rebels #a new dawn

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All Spectre's Eve

my gift for @alshatano as part of the @starwarsfandomfests Halloween exchange – the Ghost crew prepare to go trick-or-treating with Ahsoka and Rex!

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In some ways, life on Garel was very similar to life on Lothal, but in others it was very different. At first, Ezra had found the change exciting; there were so many new sights and sounds and smells, it was nothing like the boring sameness of Capital City. But then he’d got used to them, and the never-ending noise and bustle of traffic and people wasn't as fun.

He mostly kept to the hangar where Phoenix Squadron was based, preferring to stay near the familiar faces and ships. It was also nice having the option of retreating into the Ghost whenever he needed to; his home, where his family was.

That was where Sabine found him – in the cargo bay, practising the lightsaber forms Kanan had taught him.

She hopped up to perch on a nearby empty cargo crate, watching him move from stance to stance.

"Have you seen those posters for the festival that’s happening tomorrow?" she asked.

He didn’t stop working his way through the familiar patterns of Form III as he responded. "No, I haven't been out of the spaceport much recently. Is it a local thing?"

"I think so. The name translates as ‘Spirits’ Night’. Apparently everyone dresses up as spirits and gives gifts to each other."

"So…" Ezra furrowed his brow, his concentration split between his saber swings and Sabine's words. "Like Life Day, but in costume?"

"Not really, they go door-to-door in groups, and the gifts are usually small things like sweets. And they really go all-out on the costumes – it sounds like something fun for us to do as a family." He was starting to hear the excitement in her voice – Sabine did love a project. "Even Ahsoka could come, if she’s dressed up enough no-one will recognise her!"

"I guess…" It did sound fun – but what would he dress up as? "Hey, could I be a Jedi?"

"No, laserbrain, the Imperials would probably lock you up for promoting treason," Sabine said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh. Right."

"But I bet I could make us all some great costumes. I’m going to ask Hera if we can go."

She slid off the crate and jogged over to the cockpit ladder, clearly already deep in thought. Ezra smiled and continued his forms, his mind returning to the meditative place it usually fell to when he did this, the conversation quickly fading from his mind.

He didn't think of it again until the following afternoon when Zeb called him into the Ghost's common area. When he arrived, it was to find it already full; the whole crew was there minus Sabine, including Ahsoka and Rex, the latter of whom was wearing only his blacks.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Dunno," Zeb replied. "I think Sabine's been working on some kinda project. Yesterday she went around the spaceport picking up junk and today she's been locked in her room all day."

"Oh good, you're all here!" Sabine's voice cut over the low murmur of chatter in the room as she entered. "So I've already mentioned this to a few of you, but tonight is the Spirits' Night festival here on Garel and I convinced Hera to let us all go. I've been working on everyone's costumes, so before you decide anything I just want you to see them, because I'm pretty sure you're going to like them. Ahsoka, you're first!"

With a small smile, Ahsoka stepped forwards and allowed Sabine to lead her from the room.

"Why do I get the feeling mine's going to be a Wookiee costume," Zeb grumbled.

"What's wrong with being a Wookiee?" Ezra asked.

"Yeah, you'd make a great Wookiee," Kanan added.

"But I'm always a Wookiee."

"Just wait and see what she's got planned," Hera said with a smirk.

Kanan turned to her. "Wait, do you know what she's dressing each of us as?"

"Not everyone, but she showed me some of her sketches, and you know how creative she is."

It didn't take long for Ahsoka to re-emerge. Sabine had certainly done a creative number on her; her face and montrals were covered in red and grey paint, and she wore a strangely-stuffed oversized flightsuit that made her look like–

"You’re a Devaronian!" Ezra exclaimed.

Ahsoka grinned at the recognition. Sabine had painted her montrals to look like horns, and the red face paint covered up her white markings. It certainly looked convincing.

Hera was next, which meant Chopper was too as the droid refused to put on a costume unless Hera was there with him. He trundled back into the room wearing a tiny cloak with a hood, and Sabine had fixed a pair of small lights to his dome that made him look like a rather squat jawa.

He waved a manipulator arm that had been threaded through one of the sleeves and played a recording of Jawaese to complete the effect.

"Utinni!"

Hera came back after him looking more like Ahsoka than Ahsoka now did. Sabine had used some kind of insulation foam along with blue and white paint to give her a pair of striped montrals and a third lek, and with the yellow face paint Hera looked like a distant Tano cousin.

"Someone's going to need to warn me if we go through any low doorways," she cautioned.

Ahsoka laughed. "Just follow me – if I fit, you'll fit."

Sabine called Rex through next, telling him that his armour was dry, much to his apparent relief. Ezra realised that was why he wasn't wearing it; Sabine must have turned it into his costume.

The old clone took much less time to change than the others since he only had to perform the everyday task of donning his armour. There was no face paint or prosthetic limbs in his costume, and even Ezra was impressed at the change Sabine had made to the Phase II helmet.

"You make a pretty good Mandalorian," Zeb commented when he saw it.

"Not just any Mandalorian," Ahsoka said slowly, apparently recognising something in the blue and grey paint.

"Jango Fett," Kanan supplied, sounding surprised.

Rex nodded. "It's an honour to remember his spirit today."

The three of them seemed to share something for a moment that Ezra didn't understand. He'd never heard of Jango Fett, but the name apparently meant something to them.

Sabine stuck her head in and called Kanan through before Ezra could ask him about it.

Fortunately, Rex caught Ezra's confused look. "Jango Fett was the original template all us clones were created from," he explained. "He was a Mandalorian, even oversaw the training of the first few batches."

"So you're in costume even under the helmet?" Zeb joked.

Rex laughed. "I guess I am. Probably means I shouldn't take it off when we're out tonight."

"Hey, is that a jetpack?" Ezra asked, pointing to his back.

"Yeah, Sabine made it out of old junk from around the spaceport," Rex said, turning around proudly to show them. "Pretty good, right?"

"Does it work?"

"Of course it doesn't work," Zeb said scornfully, giving Ezra a playful shove.

Hera's gasp turned everyone's attention to the door.

"Oh."

Kanan was back, and he looked very different now. Sabine had painted him completely blue, and used more of the foam to give him a pair of rather stiff-looking lekku. She'd also given him some forehead ridges Ezra suspected were made out of painted scrap metal. He wasn't sure how she'd attached it all, but it looked very smooth.

Hera certainly seemed taken with Kanan's Rutian Twi’lek appearance.

"What do you think?" he asked, preening himself for them.

"You know, you make a very attractive Twi’lek," Hera murmured.

"Oh yeah?" Kanan drew one foam lek forward over his shoulder.

Behind him, Sabine rolled her eyes. "Zeb, Ezra, you're next."

"Both of us?" they said in unison.

"Yep, both of you." She turned, beckoning them with a hand. "Come on, you're gonna like this."

Ezra followed her to the crew quarters, his curiosity growing. Sabine’s room was even more of a mess than usual, with bits of costume material and splatters of paint everywhere. Next to her bed was something hanging under a sheet.

She caught Ezra looking and waved a hand in front of it. "No peeking. That’s my costume."

"What is it, a ghost?" Zeb joked.

"You'll see," she answered with a grin. "Now, Ezra, get on Zeb's shoulders."

"What? I have to carry him around?" the Lasat protested.

"Trust me on this." She started rummaging in one of the piles of material.

Still grumbling, Zeb hefted Ezra up. His shoulders were surprisingly soft, and reassuringly solid under Ezra's legs.

Sabine returned with what might have been a very large cloak. "Now, put this on."

With Sabine's help Ezra eased it over his head and put his arms through the armholes. Then he realised there was a second set lower down for Zeb. That was why it was so large – it went over both of them, the hem just brushing Zeb's clawed feet.

"And now, Ezra, put this mask on."

She passed it up to him, and Ezra realised what their joint costume was.

"We're a Besalisk!"

"I can't see a damn thing!" Zeb complained from below.

"I cut some eyeholes in the robe for you… Here!" Sabine adjusted something in the material and Zeb made a noise of triumph. "Now get out while I change!"

Navigating the doorway took a fair bit of co-ordination, and Zeb still didn't duck low enough. Ezra was fairly sure it was on purpose and grumbled about it as he rubbed his sore head, but the reaction they got when they returned to the common area was worth it – a series of gasps and impressed noises.

Hera made them twirl, and then adjusted Ezra's mask and the neck of the robe so that none of his skin was showing. She needed a boost from Kanan to reach, which was made complicated by both of their new foam limbs, but they managed just in time for the door to swish open a final time.

"I am S-4B1/N3, human-cyborg relations." Sabine spoke in a clipped monotone, and as Ezra turned to look he saw why.

Sabine had painted her armour shiny metallic silver. It was jarring at first, seeing the familiar shapes with none of the usual patterns and colours, but then the pieces all clicked together with the shapes painted on her helmet and it became clear what her costume was.

"Wow, if I didn't know you were a Human under there I'd really think you're a protocol droid!" Rex exclaimed.

"So what do you all think of your costumes?" Sabine asked them excitedly in her normal voice.

"Everyone loves them, Sabine," Hera told her.

"Beautiful work, as always," Kanan added.

Ahsoka smiled at them all. "I think we'd better get going if we're going to join the festivities."

And so, laughing and talking excitedly in their multicoloured costumes, the crew of the Ghost joined the people of Garel in celebrating Spirit's Night.

#halloween fic anyone?

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