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daughterofthequeen · 8 months

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The Last Moments of Solace

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x reader

Request: I saw that your request are open and I was hoping that you could write an Ezra Bridger (season 4) x reader?? Maybe fluff and smutty?? Maybe reader can be also a Jedi of his age? For the plot…mhhh…maybe something based on episode 6 (season 4) or episode 17 (season 3)?

Warnings: Suggestive content cus I don’t write smut yet, yet, fluff, kissing, groans, moans, the overuse of comma’s

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write lately, and I’m so excited to start. And this request just reopened my Ezra hyper-fixation. And I’ve been wanting to write my first series too, I just haven’t figure out which one of the characters I’m currently invested in, to do it on first. You just made the choice harder Anon, you’re no help😫!!! (nahhh I’m just kidding I love you for this, I forgot how much I loved my first Star Wars crush🥰🧡) Ezra had 11 year old me giggling and kicking my feet every Monday night before I had to go to bed 🤭. So I chose episode 6 of season 4 but I couldn’t find a way how to incorporate the reader into the show that I liked so, it’s taking place in episode 7 so technically it’s still based on episode 6. This is my first time doing suggestive too btw and I’m very nervous so cut me some slack pleassse🧡

Y/N POV

How did we get here?!

This was only meant to be a recon mission. But no, Sabine just had to get the data recorder and the hyperdrive. Which is good use for the rebellion, but it still doesn’t stop me from wanting a easy day. Next thing I know there’s cats, Thrawn, a wolf, troopers, me and Ezra falling over crates, then us jumping into the newly designed TIE that Sabine hijacked. Which was a nice touch may I add. Well it was, until we found out it had a kill switch that we barley got out of alive. And that lead to us on top of a nice loth wolf, that only me and Ezra could remember since Sabine fainted and didn’t wake back up until we got back to the hideout. Yeah, it was a lot.

The Next Day

Currently me, Ezra, Zeb, and Jai were collecting the hyperdrive, well trying to anyway we couldn’t find where we left it.

“Hurry up.” Ezra told Zeb after he lifted up his mask to his scout trooper uniform. Identical to the ones Jai and I were wearing.

“Where’s the hyperdrive?” Zeb asked looking around the rocks.

“Over here somewhere.” Ezra replied. “Jai keep watch.”

“Over here somewhere? All these rocks look the same!” Zeb whispered frustratedly

“It was dark and we just crashed, we didn’t have time to make a map!” I whispered just as frustrated, sassily putting my hand on my hip. Suddenly we heard the meowing of a white loth cat, like the one from last night sitting on top of a rock.

“Hey, when in doubt follow the loth-cat.” Ezra said while smirking, causing me to lightly chuckle.

“You’re kidding right?” Zeb asked hesitantly as we walked towards it. “You and your loth-cats.” Zeb told Ezra as they moved the rock revealing the hyperdrive. As they started moving the hyperdrive, a small empire ship flew over us towards the crash sight, and I got a strong feeling that we had to hurry, to speed up the pace I grabbed a hold of the back of the hyperdrive to help them move it onto the trailer.

“Uh, Ezra, we have to problem.” Jai called while he was looking into his binoculars.

“What is that?” I asked while walking up beside Jai.

“I don’t know, and I don’t think I want to know.” Jai responded.

Ezra turned to Zeb. “We’ll draw them away, you get the hyperdrive out of here.” He said as me, him, and Jai, closed our helmets and started walking towards the weird bounty hunter looking guy who was using all four of his limbs to run.

“Just let me blast it.” Jai said anxiously, on the left side of Ezra while I was on the right.

“It’s ok, I can get us out of this.” Ezra said in an unsure tone.

“You don’t sound too confident about that blue.” I said also feeling his unease.

Ezra let out a breathily chuckle at the nostalgic nickname that he remembers you giving him back when you both first met.

“Yeah well, I know you have my back no matter what.” He said. Hearing his smirk under his helmet, I can’t help but smirk too.

“No doubt.” He has no idea how right he is, I would do anything for him. But our small moment was cut short when the assassin made it to us, sniffing?

“LS-3226, LS-3227, and LS-3228, reporting. We’ve checked out this area and found nothing. Should we continue our search?” Ezra once again sounds unsure, but this time it’s understandable given this guy is up close sniffing his armor. Jai slowly raises his blaster, ready to shoot but I try to discreetly raise my hand to tell him to wait so, he wouldn’t blow our cover.

“No.” Is all the bounty hunter said before turning the opposite direction then quickly turning back around swinging at Ezra to catch him off guard, but Ezra was able to dodge and punch him instead until the hunter was able to trap Ezra with his legs, and that’s when me and Jai let loose with our blasters. Though the hunter was extremely fast as he dodged and our stray bullets were landing all around Ezra.

“Don’t shoot me, shoot him! Blast it!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” “What do you think we’re trying to do blue?!” I yelled back and the hunter was quickly running towards us and quickly dodging our shots so, I lifted up my helmet and force pushed him into a boulder as soon as he made a jump for Jai.

“Jedi.” The bounty hunter stated as Governor Pryce made it use and recognized or faces immediately.

“It’s Bridger and (L/n), blast them!” Pryce ordered.

As shots were coming towards us, me and Ezra took out our lightsabers and started blocking blast. Then the three of us jumped on our speeders.

“How many of them are back there?” Ezra asked then I turned around to check. “More than enough! Let’s try to loose them in there” I replied pointing to the sea of rocks, as I seen the bounty hunter coming towards us with a disrupter and I quickly took out my lightsaber and blocked him.

“Can’t this thing go faster?” I said already tired of this assassin guy.

“Hold him there. Just hold him there!” I looked to see why, just in time to see Jai in front of us going in between two rocks and understood Ezra’s idea. The hunter caught on and turned off from us to keep from crashing. That’s when the troopers behind started firing, but Ezra was able to dodge them. I seen a overhead we were speeding towards and took out a bomb and threw it. Causing the large rock to explode and block the troopers. But the hunter was moving to fast to stop so he sped up making it over the piles of rocks and I took my shot hitting the speeders engine causing it to explode and the assassin jumped off just in time to grasp onto a rock before he could fall, and glared at us. I smirked, then looked forward to see Ezra do his signature two-fingered salute and we sped off to the campsite.

We made it back skidding to a stop and seen Kanan walking towards us. “Good job, looks like our hyperdrive problem is solved.” Kanan said as we got off the speeders.

“Yeeeah well, you know how one problem usually leads to another?” Ezra asked Kanan

“Yeeah?” Kanan question in an annoyed tone knowing where Ezra was going with that question.

“We have another, and its small, creepy, and very dangerous!” I explained dramatically as we started walking towards everyone else.

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Jai, Ezra, and I went to change back into our regular clothes, while everyone else was discussing the plan. Just as I was finished fixing my shirt, I felt two arms wrap around me and a nice sensation on my neck. I smiled knowing it was Ezra due to the affection and me sensing him as he was walking towards me. I sighed in relief, finally able to let my muscles release their tension even if it’s only for a minute. I closed my eyes and rested all of my weight into him taking a deep breath, lazily looking over my shoulder as he moved up from kissing my neck to my cheek. I giggled lightly and turned my body slightly to meet my lips with his and the deep soft groan he let out drove me crazy. I ran my fingers through his short soft hair, causing him to groan again, this time a lot stronger, precisely why I did it. I moved my hands down to rest them on top of his, that had started massaging my hips bringing out a soft moan from me. I released his lips and opened my eyes to see his lips chasing after mine to reconnect them. I leaned back still trying to catch my breath, but eventually I gave back in as he knew I would.

“You okay?” He asked while our lips were still pressed together continuously trying claim each others, I almost didn’t hear him.

“Mhm.” Is all I could reply back, but I knew better, when it came to my well-being mumbled answers are never accepted, especially after a mission but with his soft lips intertwined with mine I couldn’t focus. He pulled away causing me to whine and turn around completely wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him back down to me, but he wasn’t having it.

“(Y/n)” was all he said, I opened my eyes and responded back with a sigh.

“I’m fine, Ezra.” He frowned as if he didn’t believe me. “I promise.” I reassured him bringing my hands up to his face gently rubbing the permanent scar on his left cheek. He sighed and leaned into my touch, then leaned back down to capture my lips again. His hands started moving under my shirt, thumbs starting to rub my stomach. Enjoying the sensational buzz it was bringing me, I reached down to the waist of his pants to start unbuttoning them, until we heard someone clearing their throat and we jumped apart from each other. It was Hera. A strong heat immediately went to my cheeks, as I hurriedly fixed my shirt and smiled like everything was normal, awkwardly seeing Ezra out the corner of my eye quickly rebutting and zipping his pants back up before quickly turning around with the same smile.

“Hera! Heyyyy! What’s up?!” I say trying to act casual, but that was way out the window. I could tell with her with the way she was standing. Arms crossed with her hip poking out to the side with a small smirk on her face. I looked up at Ezra to see him turning red as he looked up somewhere over Hera that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I came to check on you guys, and to see if you wanted to see how Sabine was coming along with the hyperdrive, but I can see you two are already preoccupied.” Hera stated

“Oh no, we weren’t doing anything important, come on let’s go.” I said trying to move pass the awkward moment missing the way Ezra head swung to me with a offended frown on his face.

We made it to the ship Sabine was working on. “How’s it going?” Hera called out.

“Well it wasn’t easy but I got it patched in. Still I give it a 50/50 chance of working.” Sabine explained.

“I’ll have to live with 50/50.” Hera responded back, when I felt Ezra’s dread and turned towards him and seen what he was looking at.

“Oh no.” He whispered. “We’re out of time!”

We quickly finished packing up a speeder-car with the supplies to send with Jai, to our allies.

“We’ll hold off the Empire until you’re clear, we’ll signal rendezvous coordinates later.” Ryder tells Jai

“And if we don’t hear from you?” Jai asked worriedly

“You will.” Ezra reassured him.

“Alright Bridger, good luck.” Jai said then sped off.

We all got ready to defend Hera for her take off, lining up behind some empty crates. I looked over to Sabine after seeing her move out the corner of my eye, seeing her looking at something behind us. I turned to see Hera and Kanan kissing. I smirked still a little shocked. “It’s about time.” I said as we all got ready to defend ourselves.

“We won’t stand long against those tanks.” Zeb stated

“We have that transport and a bike.” Ryder explained until the transport was blown up.

“How many can we get on a bike?” Zeb asked and I playfully rolled my eyes at the question. Until I hear a wolf howling and felt Ezra nudge my arm.

“There! That’s our way out.” He told everyone as continued to stare at the wolf that helped us last night.

“Loth-wolves?” Ryder questioned

“Look they helped us before, we should follow them.” Ezra told Ryder still a little unsure.

“Are you serious?”

“Do you know the way out?!” Ezra asked the wolf who immediately started running in a opposite direction after his question.

“Come on.” Ezra said grabbing my wrist and running to catch up with the wolves.

“Kanan?” Sabine asked worriedly.

“Seems like the best idea we got, let’s go.” He replied breathlessly

“This is good, when it gets strange like this, it’s a good thing.” Zeb reassured Ryder.

“How have you people stayed alive so long?!” Ryder yelled following everyone else.

We all were running after the wolves. Well Ezra was, we were following him.

“Ezra wait up!” Zeb called out which he ignored

“Ezra!” Sabine yelled this time.

“I don’t want to lose them, come on!” Ezra finally replied starting to run after them again, but stopped suddenly seeing the wolves all laying down, lowly growling as everyone else caught up.

“Hold it, stay back.” Ezra warned

“Why have they stopped?” Kanan asked

“I don’t know.” Ezra replied as he started walking towards the white wolf who seemed to be the leader of the three.

“Ezra, wait!” I whispered trying to reach for him but he dodged me.

He walked up to the white wolf slightly crouched and carefully talking to it.

“There is a way out of here, isn’t there?”

“You wanted us to follow you, didn’t you?”

“What are you waiting for?” All these questions Ezra was asking and the only reply the wolf gave was looking up at Kanan. Which made me uncomfortable.

“Kanan? Kanan it’s looking-”

“-At me I know.” He cut Ezra off and walked up to the white wolf. “What does it want?” He asked, that’s when the wolves got up and walked into a cave.

“I guess they were waiting for you.” I said as I walked up to them.

We all walked down into the cave, Sabine turned on her flag light looking at cave drawings.

“There are images here of people, people following a wolf.”

“I guess we’re not the first ones.” Zeb said

“Hold on. Shut your light off.” Ezra told Sabine. We were in complete darkness all we could see was the wolves eyes and listening to the wolves still lowly growling.

“What now, Ezra?” Kanan asked

“I’m not sure.”

“There wasn’t a picture of wolves eating those people was there?” Zeb whispered to Sabine.

All of a sudden the cave started shaking, dust and rocks falling, proving the cave wasn’t going to last long. The wolves looked up growling louder.

“The Empire’s bombing the mountains.” Ryder stated

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” Ezra stated turning seeing the white wolf tail in his face, and looking up to see the wolf nod.

“Everyone join hands.” Grabbing a hold of the wolf tail.

“Ezra?” I said unsure.

“Just do it!”

“The cave is going to collapse.” Zeb stated.

“There’s no way out of here.” Ryder said

“That we know of.” Kanan said trying to reassure everyone.

As we walked deeper into the cave a bright blue glowing light started to appear similar to hyperspace when we walked into it. Next thing I know, we’re all waking up in a cave, but it’s a totally different one.

“Where in blazes are we?” Zeb asked shocked

“Let’s find out.” Ezra said walking outside, the rest of us following.

Sabine came up with a data pad. “Uh, you’re not going to believe this. We were in the northern hemisphere, now we’re in the southern hemisphere. Somehow we’ve moved halfway across the planet.”

“Huh.” I said seeing the wolves go back into the cave with Kanan, so me and Ezra followed.

“Kanan?” I called out making sure he was ok.

“Look around, tell me what you guys see.” Kanan told us.

“This place reminds me of the Jedi temple here on Lothal.” Ezra stated as I walked to the pictures on the walls.

“The walls are telling a story. There are people coming down from the sky, I think they might be Jedi.” I told Kanan.

“There’s a message here for us.” Kanan said.

“What, because we’re Jedi?” I asked confused.

“Dume.” The wolf said.

“What does that mean? The wolf said it before.” Ezra asked.

Kanan took off his mask, shock on his face.

“Dume is my name. Caleb Dume is the name I was born with.” Kanan told us placing his hand in the wolf’s head.

“How does the wolf know that?” I asked even more confused than before.

“It has a deep connection to the force, to the energy of this planet.”

“Don’t all living things?” Ezra asked.

“This is different. More focused. Like it has a purpose.”

“And we’re apart of it?” I said starting understand in a way.

“I’m getting the feeling building the TIE defender isn’t the worst thing the Empire is doing here. There’s something else, something more sinister.” Kanan stated worriedly.

“Dume.” The wolf said while backing up into the shadow disappearing. And as the sunlight made its way further into the cave revealing that nothing was there but a wall with a picture on it, and a crack through the middle of it.

“So? All the paths are coming together, right?” Era asked

“Yeah, I’m just not sure if we’re going to like where they lead.”

“Do we ever?” I said sarcastically causing Kanan to scoff in amusement .

“No and yes.”

“I wonder if Hera made it.” Ezra said worriedly causing me to wonder as well.

“I know she did.” Kanan reassured us, he then placed his hands on our shoulders and walked outside with everyone else, and we followed.

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A/N:

Sorry this took me so long anon. I wasn’t sure if I liked this or not. I’ve edited this too many times, but you’ve waited long enough. Just let me if you like it and if not, I’ll try to edit it to how you like. Thank you for requesting anon! I hope enjoy!

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rebels-gone-wild · 10 months

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Thrawn is heir to the empire, thus making him a Disney prince.

Here are some lyrics a friend of mine made in response to this revelation:

No one flies like our Thrawn

No one spies like our Thrawn,

No one tortures and kills the good guys like our Thrawn!

He's a better bad guy than so many,

Mostly because he's not done.

You can watch Rebels seasons all spanning,

But soon there'll be another ooooooooone...

(Expect updates this weekend)

#thrawn #hera syndulla #thrawnera #grand admiral thrawn #star wars fanfiction #star wars rebels fanfic #starwars fanfiction #star wars rebels

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incorrectpizza · 6 months

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Hehehe know how I said literally 72 hours ago that I wouldn't be posting anything for @sabezraweek because of my concussion and general life chaos?

Fic also available under the cut for anyone who would prefer to read here on Tumblr. :)

Ezra’s cleaning up the tower when he finds the holoprojector.

He’s halfway through a drawer of seemingly sentimental junk - an old comm of his, one of Ursa’s hair clips, Sabine’s own paint sprayer - when he spies a puck he doesn’t recognize. Curious, he flicks it on

He’s greeted by a younger Sabine, not much older than when he’d left. Her hair is the same dull dark purple as when he’d left with Thrawn all those years ago. It’s a bit longer though. Sabine sighs and runs a hand through it.

“So, it’s been a while since I’ve dyed my hair. I haven’t been able to since- since you and Kanan. But, well, things go on. I hoped you would be back by now but still no leads. So, I decided today would be the day.” Holo-Sabine holds up a can, shaking it. Then the image flickers and she returns with flaming pink hair. “Not bad for my first dye job in a year.”

Ezra’s eyebrows scrunch A year ? Sabine Wren, Mandalorian artist extraordinaire who dyed her hair at least once every six months, if not more, had been so out of sorts she hadn’t dyed her hair for a year ?

In their brief reunion, he’d gotten the sense she’d missed him a lot. But not dying her hair?

Before his brain could come to any dramatic conclusions, the hologram glitched, faded, and returned. Sabine’s hair, a solid, shimmering lilac shifts into a gradient, the tips darkening to indigo. She tilts her head and spins to show all the angles before disappearing.

Holo-Sabine reappears with a full head of indigo holding a hair tie, a single odd lilac strand hanging down. A padawan braid?

“So, it’s been two years.”

She gathers her hair together as she speaks, knot nearly reaching the nape of her neck.

“I decided after the last dye job to let it grow out a bit. What do you think?”

Holo-Sabine smiles, but the expression is hollow.

“So much has happened. Hopefully you’ll be able to come see yourself soon.”

The image fades and for a few seconds there’s nothing before Indigo Sabine reappears.

“I’m going to try something new. I’ve never done any sort of red hair because I dyed Tristan’s red once and he looked hideous. It doesn’t mesh well with the Wren complexion, but I’m feeling creative and I think this shade might be just the ticket.”

She pulls out a box of chestnut dye and sits it directly in front of the holoprojector.

When she pulls it away, her hair is an odd shade of red slightly akin to the sky on Atollon.

“That was a very bad mistake.” She shakes her hair out of the ponytail.

“Unfortunately, I can’t fix it for at least a week, and there’s a big banquet coming up soon.”

A static image displays next. Red brick haired Sabine in a floor length gown unlike anything Ezra had ever seen her wear.

A meow from Murley alerts him to the fact his jaw is no longer aligned with the rest of his face. He clamps it shut, quickly, biting his lip in the process.

“Lesson learned.” A blissfully dark haired Sabine says. Hair the color of caf dangles past her chin, brushing against her shoulders, a few strands hitting her collarbone. “Worst two weeks of my life so far. I am never dying my hair anything close to red again."

The image shifts to Sabine sitting with a towel wrapped around her hair.

“I wish you were here.”

Sabine closes her eyes and yawns, leaning her head back against the back of the coach.

“Force, Ezra. I just don’t know what to do without you around sometimes. I don’t see much of Hera or Zeb these days, which doesn’t help. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

“I guess I have to, though. I can’t go anywhere or do anything until this dye is done. And there’s still so much to do here on Lothal.”

The hologram pauses and skips forward to Sabine unwrapping her freshly-dyed hair. It’s a damp teal blue fading into white.

The next image to appear is not Sabine, but Jacen. The little boy’s face takes up the entire span of the hologram, one lock of green hair brushing against the recorder for a moment before Sabine yanks him back.

“I told you to be careful, Jacen.” She scolds, teasingly, setting him on his lap.

“Do you want to tell your big brother what you did?”

“I helped Aunt ‘Bine dye her hair!” Jacen giggles, hands gathering some of her hair and tossing it in front of the projector. Her brilliant green hair. Then he scampers down to go find Murley.

“Don’t worry. It’s temporary,” Sabine laughs and tosses it around, too.

Her hair is blonde next - kriff , it looks so weird on her - and then purple again. She doesn’t say anything in these brief clips; Murley’s in the second one, playing with her padawan braid.

Then a Sabine with a purple and pink gradient comes into view.

“It’s been five years now.” She sighs, and Ezra can practically hear the weight she’s carrying. He has some idea what she was going to say next, from what first Sabine herself and then Hera had told him about what happened. It doesn’t make it any easier.

“The Empire’s gone. So that’s nice. Well, almost gone. A few stragglers but Hera and Zeb’s recruits will finish them off soon enough. And Jacen, if he has his way.” She smiles, slightly.

The fond expression quickly disappears and as she turns her head slightly Ezra notices her padawan braid is conspicuously absent.

“But the Empire struck one last blow. A retaliation against random worlds. Hera says one of the defectors called it Operation Cinder.

“They bombed Mandalore.”

“I haven’t heard anything from Krownest. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. But still, millions. I wasn’t- I couldn’t save them. My people.”

The transmission cut out and stayed quiet for several seconds.

Sabine reappears with jet black hair, pinned up in a bun with the Clan Wren clip Ezra found earlier.

“Krownest’s gone.” She sniffles, wipes her nose on the back of her orange shirt. “Mom. Dad. Tristan.”

“I wish you were here. I don’t know- I don’t know how you did it.”

Seven more hairstyles appear in rapid succession, solid pictures, flicks of hair. Black with pink tips. Black with green tips. Black with blonde tips. Brown, the color of her brother’s hair. Her natural color? Ezra wonders, absently. The same brown, but faded into pale pink. Then a whole head of pink, slightly darker. Pink into orange.

And then purple faded into white, the reverse of the dye job she’d done after Malachor. The one she’d let him pick, that day she forced him to snap out of his trance with Maul and be himself again, if only for a few hours. It’s braided up into a severe bun, almost like the one Ezra remembers her mother wearing all those ages ago.

This Sabine sits still in front of the camera for a few seconds, then speaks.

“Ten years.” She said. “What are you like now, Ezra? Have you changed your hair at all? Does the Chimaera have any razors or do you have a scraggly beard?” Ezra scratches his chin, fingers deep in his magnificent beard, and he scoffs slightly at Sabine’s lack of faith in his ability to grow facial hair.

“I miss you.”

Then she shakes her head, letting it out. Hair spills past her shoulders, past her elbows, almost to her waist. Ezra gasps. Murley opens one eye and looks over at him, annoyed.

Ezra doesn’t care.

He’s transfixed, wondering what it would have been like to run his fingers through Sabine's long hair, and how much she’d experimented with that much canvas.

He doesn’t have to wonder long.

Sabine appears again with hair dyed four different colors: Orange into yellow into pink into purple.

“Pretty cool, huh?” She asks. “I think it’s getting a little too long, though.”

She chops it off, live, on screen. She doesn’t say much - just a bit about how she misses even Chopper but doesn’t get to see any of the old crew often.

“I miss you the most, though.” She confesses. “Hera told me that maybe recording would help, and I think it has. But I’m ready to start looking for you. Really looking. Not just researching and waiting on Ahsoka or Hera to find a lead.”

She finishes with her hair still well past her shoulders.

“Not yet, though. I still have a piece of artwork to finish.”

One last Sabine pops up, with freshly dyed purple-pink-orange hair. “Almost done.” She says.

Then a much more familiar Sabine pops up - shortly cropped, dark purple hair. A bit of makeup. And armor.

“It’s time. Ahsoka found something, just after I finished my mural in Capital City. I can't wait to bring you home."

The holo goes still, fades, and Ezra's sure it's done.

He bends down to pet Murley and nearly falls over when Sabine's voice came back a solid thirty seconds later. He scrambles back to his feet, grabbing the counter to pull himself up. He found himself staring right into Holo-Sabine’s eyes.

“If you’re seeing this, I guess I’m not there to hit pause and I owe you an explanation.

“I knew you were counting on me, and I knew you needed to come home. There’s so much in the galaxy you need to catch up on. And you have a little brother to meet.” Sabine smiles, a hint of sorrow lacing her expression.

“But most of all, I needed you. Whatever it took. If I’m not here…I don’t have any regrets. I’m just glad you’re home.”

She pauses a moment, runs a hand through her too-short hair, lets out a shaky breath.

“Ni kar’taylir darasuum, Ezra Bridger.”

Ni kar’taylir darasuum ?

Ezra furrows his brow as he pulls out a datapad and types in the best approximation of Sabine’s words. Murley jumps up and meows, and Ezra pushes him aside gently to reveal the confirmation of the hunch he's had she held him on Peridea like she never wanted to let him go.

“I hold you in my heart forever,” literally.

Or, in plain Galactic Basic, “I love you.”

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cambion-companion · 11 months

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Intrigue and Insurgents Part II

Your discussion with the Zabrak insurgent makes you question your allegiances. Meeting with Senator Goru reveals Thrawn's ineptitude for politics. The two of you must work together to stop deadly machinations.

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It had been relatively easy to crack the Zabrak woman; Sedaa is what she asked you to call her. Though by the tightening of her expression as she introduced herself, you could deduce she was lying. You winced inwardly, Thrawn was rubbing off on you.

At the thought of your Chiss companion you chanced a glance over your shoulder to where he was engaging two men dressed in lurid green clothing in conversation. They seemed quite taken by his appearance, green glasses and all, and you couldn't help but smirk a little.

It took you a little longer than you would've liked to gain information from Sedaa. She wasn't forthcoming at first...not until you posed as someone who sympathized with those plotting against the Empire. What she said next caught you off guard.

"The Empire forced me from my home." She said in a heavily accented voice, her yellow eyes narrowing at the unpleasant memories. "Razing my world for its natural resources, making it unlivable. We lived like slaves for many years. I was able to escape. But my family..." She trailed off and took a moment to collect herself. "My family was made an example of."

"Your heart sunk. You had been sheltered so far during your career in the Imperial Navy. This was the first time someone from the outside had told you what was happening. "You've climbed the ranks well enough by the looks of it." You hedged.

"I have taken advantage of the circumstances I found myself in." Sedaa agreed. "But my vengeance is never far from my mind." Her gaze flicked up to the clock tower atop which dined several important-looking people in familiar uniforms.

There it was. You hesitated a moment, wondering if you should push a little further. "Sounds like you have something planned."

Sedaa's eyes sharpened on your face, you felt the atmosphere shift. "I would suggest you leave this gala before the hands on the clock point together toward the stars." She moved to brush passed you, your nose filling with the smokey scent of her perfume. "Or stay. It matters little."

She seemed to melt into the crowd of colorfully dressed party-goers as she departed. You looked after her a moment before cutting your eyes across to where Thrawn had been before. He and the two men were gone. You cursed under your breath and began walking a little aimlessly while looking for where they'd gone to.

"Mistress Opaal, you seem to have lost your paramour." Your path was interrupted by the great mass of a man Senator Goru, a dribble of wine escaping his mouth to drip off his chin as he grinned and beckoned you closer.

You reluctantly approached, not wanting to anger the one person you might get more information out of. "You haven't seem him have you?" You widened your eyes, feigning an innocent and helpless expression.

Goru simpered just as you had wanted him to. "My dear, you are a pearl among sharks out here. Come with me to my table. Your elusive fiancée joined us already." He led the way through the crown, his sweaty hand grasping you uncomfortably by the upper arm. "I am shocked at the impropriety of Senator Rowaan not retrieving you before joining me to be frank. To leave a gem such as you alone for any amount of time is a faux pas."

You made a noise of assent, not bothering to object to Goru's remark, and half-agreeing with him. Thrawn should've known better....but you'd heard about how he was rather helpless in the face of political maneuvering, brilliant tactician as he seemed to be.

Senator Goru's table was lavish and large, quite like the man himself. Thrawn was standing on the edge of the large circular dance floor, seemingly observing the dancers swirling around to the light music. As you and Goru approached he turned, and his shoulders seemed to relax a little at the sight of you.

"Be careful misplacing such a lovely creature in the future, Senator Rowaan." Goru chastised, seemingly in good spirits as he gave you a genial push towards Thrawn.

Thrawn gave the Senator a rather stiff nod but had the good grace to clasp your elbow as you stumbled a little toward him. "Thank you for retrieving her."

You were tense, your eyes kept flicking to the large clock on the far wall. It was large and elaborate, much like everything else at this party, and you still seemed to have just over an hour before the hands met at the top signifying midnight.

Senator Goru was giving you and Thrawn an odd look as the two of you stood rather awkwardly beside each other, Thrawn's hand still light on your elbow.

His eyes narrowed as he gestured toward the dance floor. "Go on you two, I am not quite ready to entertain guests yet fascinating as you are." He sat heavily upon his chair and shooed you away with impatience. "It would do this old man some good to see a couple so in love as yourselves dancing beneath the stars."

The back of your neck prickled as you turned mechanically with Thrawn towards the crowd of dancers.

You took his hand, noticing how his whole arm tensed up. "You're going to have to try harder if you want our cover to remain in one piece." Your voice was heavy with annoyance, even as you tried to mask it.

Thrawn led you onto the dance floor and turned to face you, his other hand resting so lightly on your waist you barely felt it. Even with his eyes covered you could see his expression of grim annoyance. "I believe Senator Goru already suspects us."

You rolled your eyes slightly, your hand gripping Thrawn's as you began moving woodenly together in a sad excuse for dancing. "He certainly isn't buying our cover." You glanced to where Goru sat and saw him deep in conversation with none other than Sedaa. "We have bigger problems. Don't look now but he's talking to the Zabrak I spoke with earlier, she's definitely an insurgent." You told Thrawn the short version of what Sedaa had said to you. "So I suspect something is going to happen at midnight...when the two clock hands reach for the stars..."

"Interesting how Senator Goru suggested we 'dance beneath the stars'." Thrawn mused, seeming to take all this information in stride. "An odd turn of phrase, one would think." He paused. "Though perhaps that is simply an aspect of your language I have yet to learn?"

"No, no." You conceded, trying very hard to not look at Goru's table anymore. "You're right. It's too coincidental to be an accident." You winced as Thrawn tried guiding you left as you pulled towards the right. "I can't fathom how he could tell our cover is bogus. You could try to be a little more relaxed, you know."

"Correct me if I misstep, Captain, but I am almost certain it is up to the tallest dancer to lead. Which, in this case, is myself."

You grimaced, he was right of course. "Well at least you don't seem to be a complete lost cause."

Thrawn frowned slightly. "How do you mean?"

"This entire night you've been acting like I have a bad case of Wookiee-pox." You said a little more tersely than you'd intended. "Definitely not the best image of a newly betrothed couple. You behave like a military man, not a senator."

Thrawn's usually calm voice held a measure of exasperation now. "I admit this subterfuge approach would not have been my choice of action."

"Whose brilliant idea was it?"

He didn't answer, clearly he didn't know either.

You cleared your throat and leaned in closer to him while lowering your voice. "So, we have about an hour before Bantha fodder hits the proverbial fan. Do you have a plan?"

"Indeed." Thrawn nodded, leaning towards you in his turn. "A plan I've already set in motion."

You huffed an annoyed breath. "This isn't a competition, Thrawn."

"Isn't it?" Even through the green of his ridiculous glasses you could see the slight red glow of his eyes as you looked at each other, your noses almost touching at this point. "From the very beginning of this mission you have made it clear how you feel about me."

Your eyes narrowed, you didn't like the sudden swirling sensation in your chest at his proximity. "Have I?" You answered with your own question, you mouth suddenly very dry.

It look a few moments of this foreign tension between you two before you noticed you'd stopped moving altogether. You could feel Senator Goru's eyes boring a hole into your back along with several other onlookers.

Unexpectedly you felt the weight of Thrawn's hand on your lower back as he pulled you closer to him, his mouth at your ear. "Phase one begins at this moment. Are you willing to follow me?"

You had to blink back a sudden distracting haze from your mind at his warm breath on your neck. You chanced a glance at Goru who now wore an expression of more curiosity than suspicion. You ran your own hand up Thrawn's broad back. "I see you took my criticism to heart." You whispered back, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

"I'll admit my weakness in political shades of grey such as these." Thrawn murmured. "I am, however, a quick learner.""

"Clearly."

He pulled back only enough to stare down into your face and, for a wild moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. "Will you follow me?" He asked again.

You nodded and he took your hand again, leading you swiftly off the dance floor and out of Goru's line of sight.

Brisk fresh air washed over your face as Thrawn led the way through a small door at the side of the hall and onto a small balcony awash in silver moonlight. It was blissfully quiet when compared with the revelry from the gala and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to enjoy the silence as Thrawn closed the door behind you.

"Senator Goru is not a reliable contact." Thrawn was all business again, your skin felt cold as he dropped his grip on your hand and strode to the balcony railing.

"How did you reach that conclusion?" You followed him, your eyes sweeping across the sprawling cityscape before you turned to face him. "High Command gave us clear instructions to engage with Senator Goru about the insurgent activity."

Thrawn shook his head. "The men I spoke to confirmed Senator Goru has no fuel lines for insurgents to tamper with."

"He lied to us." You breathed, taking a moment to admire the absence of those awful green goggles Thrawn wore to hide his telltale Chiss eyes.

"He lied to us." Thrawn confirmed. He tilted his head at you slightly, an expression of curiosity creasing his features. "Is there something the matter, Captain?"

You'd been caught. Any modicum of emotion you felt was certain to be noticed by Thrawn. Your face flushed with embarrassment despite yourself, but you shook your head, annoyed at yourself. "I'm just happy you got rid of those glasses for a moment."

"They seem to give you personal affront." Thrawn's voice held humor now and a bit of confusion beneath it. "A subject we will need to revisit after the current threat is dealt with." He shifted gears like a professional pod-racer. "You said the Zabrak you spoke with alluded to midnight being the hour of their vengeance?"

You nodded, happy for the change of topic. "That's what she said."

"Ah." Thrawn seemed pleased. "The pieces fall together."

"Care to share with the class?" You raised your eyebrow and waited for him to explain.

Thrawn opened his mouth to speak just as the door leading to the secluded balcony burst open. "You aren't supposed to be out here!" You recognized Senator Goru's voice, strained with suppressed anger and suspicion.

As soon as the door opened, you acted, taking Thrawn's face in your hands and pulling him close while swiveling your positions so his back was facing the door. Your lips skimmed the side of Thrawn's face as you deftly took his glasses and replaced them on his face, satisfied by the fleeting look of surprise Thrawn gave you at your quick thinking. You pulled away from each other as though caught in an intimate embrace and Thrawn turned to face the Senator and his entourage while you feigned straightening your dress.

"My apologies, Senator." Thrawn smoothly bowed. "I was unaware this zone was off limits."

You grimaced internally at Thrawn's uniform choice of words and smoothly interjected yourself between the two men as Goru gave Thrawn a disbelieving once-over. "I apologize as well, it was my idea to find somewhere...more secluded." You batted your eyes at Goru. "You see, we've been disagreeing often of late and I wanted to go somewhere to...ease some tension."

Goru's face seemed to relax as he bought your story, his stern expression softening on your face. "Of course, I understand now." He chuckled a little unpleasantly. "And here I was thinking...well it's of little importance now. I'll leave you two to it, though don't take long. We still have matters to discuss."

Goru gestured for his guards to follow him back into the hall as he gave you and Thrawn one last lingering look.

When he was gone you let out the breath you'd been holding and turned to face your partner. "Well, that was close."

Thrawn gave you an appraising look. "I applaud your swift actions, however I fear they weren't enough to assuage the insurgent's suspicions."

You couldn't help but pout a little, your brow furrowing. "He seemed to buy it just fine."

"That is where you and I differ, Captain." Thrawn disagreed, striding to the balcony door and peering through for a moment. "By the nature of my species, I am able to see facial temperature differences in those I converse with." He continued speaking in a languid manner as you approached him and had a peek beyond the door as well. "Senator Goru's facial temperature is elevated beyond what I deem normal given the circumstances. He is stressed, alarmed even."

"Couldn't it be because of what he has planned for tonight?" You suggested hopefully. "Which, by the way, we still need to figure out."

"We have already been given all the clues we need, Captain." Thrawn said smoothly, finally looking down at you as he removed his glasses again and stowed them in his pocket. "Think about it." He prompted. "The insurgents want to restrict civilian casualties yet take as many Imperial lives as possible."

"But there aren't Imperials here tonight...aside from us..." You thought hard about what you'd seen and heard, unable to quite connect the dots.

"There are, in fact, several." Thrawn motioned you through the door and into the hallway surrounding the gala. It was secluded enough the two of you could move unnoticed. "Due to the clear threat of insurgent activity, where would they be?"

"Apart from the rest of the crowd, that much is obvious." You said, slowly following Thrawn as he skirted around the great hall, drawing nearer to the clock tower. You squinted at the tower. Yes, it was obvious now. There were people milling about at the top of the tall structure, and what looked to be troopers guarding them. Your steps faltered as realization struck. "They're going to blow up the clock tower, aren't they?"

"Not if we get there first." Thrawn's stride was long, and you jogged to keep pace.

"Shouldn't we warn them?" You suggested, panic rising despite your efforts to keep calm.

"We haven't the time."

"Regardless. They won't like you going over their heads like this." You glanced at the large clockface just before you and Thrawn entered the tower, indeed you only had several more minutes before the midnight hour. Thrawn stopped at the entrance and motioned you to go in first, his gaze fixed on something or someone over your shoulder.

"Stop them!" You heard someone shout from behind you.

You instinctively broke out into a run, Thrawn at your heels, sprinting up the stairs of the tower. You heard a massive crash behind you as Thrawn toppled an elaborate bookshelf to hopefully impede your pursuers for a precious few minutes.

At the very top of the clock tower there was a platform just behind the massive gears which turned the clock hands. With many wires and cannisters of what could only be some sort of gas, you saw an elaborate rough-made bomb of sorts, a singular red light blinking steadily as it marked each passing second.

Shouts and curses were heard from below as whoever pursued ran into the toppled bookcase.

"Here is where your area of expertise comes into play, Captain." Thrawn glanced from the explosive to you, slightly breathless. "I trust you know how to dismantle this contraption?"

"How did you...?" You shook your head, now wasn't the time. You knelt beside the heart of the bomb and began rummaging through the wires, looking for the right one as you'd been trained to do before joining the Empire. "Yes. This should be simple enough."

Simple it was. At least for a trained individual such as yourself. How Thrawn knew about your past you were keen to find out, given you survived this ordeal. With a click and mechanical whine the bomb powered down, just in time for several armed men to mount the last stairs, their weapons pointed directly at Thrawn as he moved smoothly to block you with his body.

You mimicked Thrawn's movements and raised your hands in surrender as Senator Goru moved passed his men and joined you on the platform, his face shining with perspiration. Sedaa was just behind him, her yellow eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the dismantled bomb and your face. "I knew you were trouble."

You felt a twinge of guilt, an unfamiliar feeling. But Thrawn spoke before you got the chance to, drawing the attention off you. "It would be wise of you to surrender now, Senator."

"Me? Surrender?" Senator Goru seemed outraged. "You're the ones about to be executed by my men. You truly thought I bought into your little charade? Two Jawas could've put on a more convincing act."

The clock struck midnight, the sound of the chimes deafening, and despite your confidence you braced yourself.

"I know you are willing to give your lives for your cause." Thrawn continued after the chimes subsided. "That is why we didn't come alone tonight."

"We didn't?" You asked, suprised at this revelation.

"Indeed not, Captain." Thrawn confirmed just as the sound of more footsteps running up the stairs greeted your ears.

A squadron of troopers had arrived on the scene, easily outnumbering the insurgents and from there the standoff was over. It was an easy victory, and yet you couldn't feel the usual satisfaction of another successful mission as you watched Sedaa being roughly pushed back down the tower stairs. Her yellow eyes didn't leave your face, and you recalled all she had told you about what had happened to her and her family at the hands of the Empire.

"You look troubled." Thrawn approached you, glancing back at the bomb as troopers began dismantling the parts in earnest. He seemed to measure your expression and looked to where the Zabrak had disappeared moments before. "I imagine she divulged what prompted her to become an insurgent?" He asked gently.

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. "She did, and I didn't like what I heard."

"I imagine not." Thrawn agreed, but didn't push the topic further.

There was a moment of silence before you broke it. "You knew there would be a bomb."

"Yes." Thrawn confirmed, waiting for you to continue, his eyes on your face.

"You requested I accompany you on this mission, didn't you?"

"Yes." He said again.

"Unbelievable." You grunted, giving him a grudging smile.

"Is it?" He tilted his head, his voice holding a teasing edge.

"Not really." You laughed a little, looking over your shoulder at where the bomb had already been completely cleared away.

Thrawn held his arm out to you. "Come, we should get ready for our debriefing."

You hesitated to take his proffered elbow. "You know we don't have to pretend to be our aliases anymore."

Thrawn nodded a little pensively. "I know."

He didn't lower his arm, however, so you took it, feeling a little warm in the face. "I expect command won't be happy with us not following the proper protocol."

"I expect not." Thrawn guided you out of the tower and away from the milling crowd of curious onlookers.

The two of you had reached the far end of the room when the floor seemed to shake a moment, the only warning for what was to come. You felt Thrawn's arm reflexively wrap around your waist just before a massive explosion rocked the building, blowing you off your feet. You screamed, dust filled your lungs, and your vision went white. You were ripped from Thrawn's grip and your body was pushed through the air by a blast of heat. Something heavy hit the side of your head and you barely registered the pain of it before your world went dark.

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mymblesbuir · 4 months

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hush little baby

Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels

Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M | Words: 3,923 | Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Summary:

“Any idea what your fool husband was doing?” “No, he was just out for a walk, when he didn’t come home or answer a text comm I called and he didn’t answer that either. I’ve been following his boot prints. He was going along the path but then suddenly headed into the trees.” When Kallus doesn't return from his evening walk one night, Zeb ends up having to rope some local friends in for a quick rescue mission. It doesn't take long to find him, but there's a little surprise in store...

Tags: Lasat Characters, Original Child Character(s), Planet Lira San, Alien Flora & Fauna, Married Couple, Rescue, Accidental Baby Acquisition, (Temporarily), Minor Injuries, Hospitals, Happy Ending, Plans For The Future

My Kalluzeb Secret Holiday Exchange gift fic for @reginastellaris!

Enjoy 😁

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anakinskywalkerog · 1 year

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The Jedi and the Loth Rat

Kanan Jarrus x Jedi!Reader

rating: teen

Masterlist

Episode 1 Episode 2 Episode 3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6 Episode 7 Episode 8

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(please respect my work and do not repost or steal any content)

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spectre-week · 16 days

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Spectre One: Caleb Dume/Kanan Jarrus

Kanan Jarrus, born Caleb Dume, was a Force-sensitive human male Jedi Knight who survived Order 66 during the Clone Wars. Living on thanks to the sacrifice of his Master, Depa Billaba, on Kaller, he met the smuggler Janus Kasmir, who taught him how to survive as a fugitive. Going into hiding, he forsook the Jedi ways for some time, swapping his blue-bladed lightsaber for a blaster. After working with the Twi'lek rebel operative Hera Syndulla during the Gorse Conflict, Jarrus decided to join her nascent rebel cell. -Wookieepedia

Prior to Star Wars Rebels, some of the tales you could tell about this spectre are from these eras:

Jedi Temple Era

Padawan Era

Janus Kasmir Era

On the Run Era

New Dawn Era

Early Spectre One Era (up until Spark of Rebellion)

At the end of these eras, Kanan is 28 years old. We have the most canon backstory for him of all of the Spectres, but there is still a lot of time and so much you could add to it. We can't wait to see what you come up with!

Need more suggestions? Have a question? Just Ask!

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never-ending-fanfic · 4 months

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Kallus and Tala

Because we really need more Dad!Kallus and his Lasat daughter

Here's the link to All My Love

This is a design for Tala, of course after changing her into new clothes. Let me tell you, drawing a Lasat kid is hard, I struggled, but a bit less than I thought I would, which was a nice surprise 💜 I just made her a teeny tiny ball of fur with lilac hair and pretty eyes

I wish I could hug her, she's turned out so kriffing cute, she's just a lil kitty 💜

I love her your honour

P.S. I promise, I thought I posted it already then I realised it's still in my drafts ugh... Anyway, you'll have a spam of All My Love art now 💛🧡❤️

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autumnwoodsdreamer · 5 months

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Sneak Peek Sunday

A bit of The Lighthouse Keeper this fine day; I’m hopping between this and Echoes at the moment but I’m more settled with how this part’s going so far

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At dinner that night, Din forewent the post-meal chatter. Excusing himself with mumbled words, he took his leave and sequestered away to his cabin.

No one saw hide or hair of him the next morning. Sabine wasn’t surprised by his absence from breakfast—she suspected he might sleep in late after that training session—but she didn’t expect him to sleep the whole morning through and guilt festered with every hour that wore on without his door so much as cracking.

When it finally did open, it wasn’t him but Grogu who emerged.

With a comfortable gait like he very much belonged here now, the little one waddled off into the galley to procure his own breakfast. Sabine followed to help but he already had the door of the cold store wide open by the time she came along. His ears perked when he laid eyes on the containers of leftovers from their fireside dinner so she retrieved the container to save him climbing the shelves. She offered to dish them out and heat them through but he shook his head. She handed him the tub and he toddled off, back to the cabin, dragging it behind him like a trunk.

Sabine didn’t mean to but she walked by the door to Din’s cabin more often than necessity dictated until she fell into what was really just convoluted and intermittent pacing. By midday, when there was still no sign of him, she began worrying.

Then his door opened.

She heard the faint hiss from the common room and all but sprang from her seat at the nook.

When she reached the corridor, she had enough presence of mind to slow down, not act like some fretful child; she had no reason to, she told herself: it was just a training session. So it got a little rough; he was made of tougher stuff than that—they both were.

Nevertheless, seeing him shuffle stiffly out of his cabin with his bad leg noticeably dragging, a hand stuck to the hull for balance, hair tousled and dark circles smudged under his eyes had her gut knotting up.

Grogu followed close behind him, chittering expressively as he signed in chops and jabs. He looked to be either ordering his father around, lecturing him, or simply (emphatically) stating his feelings on the matter. (Sabine caught the words “need” and “eat” and decided all three explanations were appropriate.)

Din let out a sigh—the mild, short one that wasn’t so annoyed as it was exasperated, couched with fondness.

“Caf first, you little tyrant,” he mumbled. He took a step and raised his head, the way one naturally does, but he saw Sabine and paused, blinking not quite like he had been caught but like she had appeared out of thin air.

“Still alive?” she quipped, brandishing a quirk of a smile.

“Despite your best efforts,” he parried with a brush of a laugh.

It was as short as that, their exchange, and it should’ve been nothing, just a passing moment, barely a blip in either one’s day… but it wasn’t.

It wasn’t because he didn’t take another step, didn’t drop his head or take that little breath that substituted a full-stop, and she didn’t drift out of his intended path, didn’t duck her head or let her gaze flit away in that standard manner used to signal the close of an exchange.

Without hint or sign, they stayed. Mutually, comfortably, like they meant to keep talking only neither of them had anything prepared for the silence.

Grogu, however, still had his mission.

He climbed up Din’s pant leg with surprising speed and efficiency, not pausing until he was up on his shirt.

Din noticed it right away but just let it happen, holding his arm out the way until the little one was clinging to his side like a marsupial.

“Eat,” Grogu signed with an urgent, slightly cross expression. Patting Din with the claw not fisted in fabric, he called his attention and then pointed in the direction of the galley. “You need to eat.”

“Alright, alright,” Din murmured, making a gentle “calm down” gesture. “Tiny dictator,” Sabine heard him mutter as he brushed by her.

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