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10liver · 9 months

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Reader/Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya

Long ass one shot about jealousy and anger issues.

TW: None besides a whole lot of overthinking

Izuku has been fawned over more than you'd like, and at some point, it becomes unbearable.

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"Pro hero Deku! Over here!"

"We love you pro hero Deku!"

"50 bucks for a kiss!"

"Ah, um, now now ladies, let's calm down." Izuku said, raising two hands infront of him in an attempt to reclaim the wild crowd of females.

You stood there off to the side, eyeing Izuku as he struggled against the ladies unrequited adoration for him. But you? You were put off to the side as always, just like you are right now. You found it hard to believe Izuku even knew you were here right now. And that infuriated you.

You and Izuku had been together ever since he started off as a regular pro hero, down in the lower ranks. You supported him through everything, whether it be financial support, emotional support, or physical support. You were always there and you stuck by him, as loyal as a dog. Especially when All Might died. Everytime a man who wasn't someone you knew walked up to you, you quickly shut them down, dismissing whatever they were trying to say before they even got a chance to say it.

But as Izuku started to climb the ranks he had become more and more popular, especially with the women of Musutafu. And soon enough, it became unbearable. At some point they even started throwing their panties and bras at him.

You knew it wasn't entirely his fault but you couldn't help but get mad. You would always shut down other males before they got the chance, but Izuku? He didn't even bother saying he has a girlfriend, all he does is smile at them and laugh their charms off.

You sucked your teeth, continuing to eye Izuku. He had yet to notice your appearance, so you took that as a sign to walk off. And you did.

Only then did he notice you walking off. He also happened to notice how angrily you walked off.

You continued to walk towards your shared penthouse with Izuku, making sure to give a mean scowl to every single person you pass by.

You finally made it to the penthouse building. You took a deep breath to temporarily ease your anger as you walked into the lobby.

You put on your sweetest smile and coated your tone with sugar each time a guard or a resident hero would say Hello to you. You made sure to keep that sweet smile in the elevator, as you were well aware of the cameras within the elevators.

But as soon as you were inside the camera free penthouse, you snapped. You let out a frustrated scream as you pulled out your hair tie, letting your hair fall from your tight ponytail. You clutched onto that same hair tie as you stomped your way towards the guest room, not wanting to be in the same room where you and Izuku sleep on the regular.

"Why can't he just— he—For God's sake!" You cry out, finally allowing your frustrated tears to slip down your flushed cheeks.

You threw yourself onto the plush queen sized bed and clutched onto a loose pillow, squeezing it with all the strength you had. You screamed and cried into that same pillow, leaving visible stains on said pillow.

You hated the way they acted so freely towards Izuku. It felt as if he wasn't even really yours. You wondered how he would feel if the same thing were to happen with you? How would he feel? What would he do? Those thoughts seemed to calm you down for just a moment. You decided to take advantage of your calm moment, slowly getting up from your curled up position and shifting off the bed.

You had attempted to let out an exhausted sigh but all that came out was a broken and cracked squeak. You grumbled with your broken voice and dragged your feet towards the kitchen.

"I really fucking hope Izuku doesn't come home today." You squeak out, not giving a single shit about who hears you.

You drag yourself past the front door and closer towards the large open kitchen. You let out a broken huff as you reach up to the open cabinet and grab one of your favorite designed mugs in hopes that it will cheer you up atleast a little bit.

It eventually did, but by a barely noticeable amount. You slowly turned the faucet and let the water run till it hit the perfect temperature and filled your cup.

You slowly close the faucet with similar pace as how you opened it. After ceasing the running water you cautiously brought the mug up to your mouth and began to chug, chugging as much as you could.

You let out an exasperated sigh and mentally clapping for the return of your voice. That brief sense of proudness immediately ceased to none as you snapped your head to the sound of your penthouse door squeaking open.

Great. You sigh, dragging yourself out of the kitchen, attempting to hide the desperate fact that you don't want to be seen. And by him of all people.

"Hey angel, I'm home!" He calls out to you, looking around briefly before taking off his boots at the door.

Since you're fully out of his field of vision you quickly shuffle into the guests room, hoping he thinks you're not home. He calls out to you a couple more times and you don't respond to any of them.

Once you're finally inside of the guests bedroom you continue to drag yourself forward until you feel your upper, slightly bare thighs hit the cool comforter of the bed.

You let out a somewhat quiet groan before allowing yourself to fall face first onto the messy, unmade guest bed with a cushioned thud.

You began thinking, what if you were just overreacting? Well, yeah, you were but.. The way he just simply chuckled at the thrown panties and bras made you so.. so upset. You know, hero this, hero that, you know. You know. But no matter what, it still fuckin' hurt.

"Sweetheart, are you in here?"

You jolted up and out of your thoughts as you heard the soft masculine voice call out to you, and not from behind a door.

You didn't reply, you didn't even look at him. You just plopped back down into the bed and laid their in silence.

"Sweetheart..?" He called out to you again, somehow getting more gentler as he shuffled closer to the bed that you were moping on.

"Go away." You muffled into the bed with high doubts that he heard you.

You felt a large dip in the bed as the large toned man pressured all of his weight on the poor mattress. "Can you get up for me?"

You groaned into the bed before reluctantly getting up and sitting with your legs crossed in the middle of the bed. He stared at your face for a brief moment before glancing at different parts of your body as he analyzed you.

"Have you been crying?" He asks, shuffling his body closer to you.

You turned away from him, turning your face towards the slightly opened wooden door of the guest room. What a lovely door.

"Honey, can you please look at me?" He slightly raised his voice, still sounding gentle yet slightly louder than before. His patience was thinning.

You stayed silent, analyzing the different waves of the wood embedded into the smooth door. You were practically burning holes into the damn thing.

And that's when his patience snapped. He placed his fingers ever so gently under your chin, just before snapping your head to look at him.

"Y/n, I swear if you don't tell me what the fuck is wrong." He threatened as he sharply stared into your e/c eyes.

You let out a displeased huff, slightly darting your eyes around to avoid his burning gaze. You quickly begin to weigh out the outcomes of the situation if you were to tell him how you truly felt.

"Fine. You really wanna know what's wrong? I hate the fact that you allow those desperate girls cling onto you whenever we go out together. I hate that you don't even bother to push them away or tell them I exist. I don't even think most people know that you're taken. People don't even know who I am to you, at this point i wouldn't be shocked if they thought I was just obsessive stalker fangirl. I'm sick and tired of being pushing to the side and don't even get me started on the fact you don't even NOTICE I'm not there with you. You don't even bother to check."

At this point, you didn't even realize you had raised your voice. You didn't even feel the frustrated tears sliding down your cheeks, glistening your cheeks with soft transparent marks.

Izuku's eyes were practically as wide as saucers as he stared at your puffy eyes. He sat there, frozen.

You clicked your tongue before aggressively swiping the side of your face, ridding one side of any traces of tears. You let out a displeased sigh before pushing yourself off the bed. Before you could continue any further you felt a firm, large hand on your arm, actively keeping you in place.

"I.. I didn't know you felt that way Y/n." Izuku said quietly, staring down at you as he clearly towered over you.

"Let go of me Izuku.." You say, barely above a whisper as you hopelessly try and tug your arm away from his firm grasp.

He doesn't respond, he just stares at the leftover residue of tears on your frustrated flushed cheeks. He can't even begin to explain the emotions he felt the moment you told him your feelings.

You narrow your eyes, accidentally activating your quirk and temporarily paralyzing Izuku. You slightly take advantage of this and slip your arm out of his grasp. You quickly shuffle towards the opened door before blinking and freeing him from your paralyzing glare.

"Y/n." Raising his voice, he called out to you just before you managed to close the door. He couldn't believe the fact you had used your quirk on him.

You quickly sped walked over to your shared coat rack, slipping off your fuzzy coat and slipping in your boots, hoping to take a nice long walk, away from your fiancé.

"Y/n. Don't you dare walk out that door." Said fiancé hissed, making his way over towards the curve where the entrance, and exit door stayed.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes up at him as he had made his way infront of the door, blocking your only way outside.

"Won't you just let me fucking talk?" He spoke, crossing his broad arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes down at you in frustration.

He took your silent glare as a go. "Y/n, I honestly didn't know you felt that way. I apologize for not noticing your feelings sooner but this isn't how this situation should've gone. You need to learn how to communicate with me better or else everything is going to turn into a fight." He stopped himself for a quick moment to take a frustrated huff and pinch the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door.

"Dear All Might, I honestly don't know what to do with you." He muttered under his breath as he moved his fingers up to rub his temples.

"If you're just here to reprimand me and complain about my actions I suggest you stop there and move out of my way." You threatened, feeling slightly ticked off by his muttering.

"Can you let me finish?" He retorted, hovering his hand over his face as he looked down at you.

"I'm sick and tired of this Midoriya, I don't get why you can't just comfort me instead of scolding me." You felt soft droplets fall down your cheeks with frustration and slight anger.

"If you'd just let me finish." He said, yelling out the last part with anger. Something in the way his pupils dilated with anger shook something in you.

The way your body flinched because of him had visibly shattered something within him, and you saw it.

"Y/n.. I—.."

Before he could finish you had already began running back into the guest room with your elbow around your face as you sobbed into it. You quickly slammed the door shut, locking it as soon as it shut. You were so done. This was the last straw.

"Y/n.. Y/n, please.." He called out softly, banging on the door before sliding his fist down the smooth wooden door. He let his forehead thud against the wood as he let out a shakey frustrated sigh.

"She's scared of you."

"Shes going to break up with you."

"You haven't even gotten married yet and you've already sent her running and hiding."

"This is your fault."

"Youre a bad boyfriend and fiancé."

He slammed his fist against the door, making the door vibrate from the pressure. He sobbed softly, trying to push out those overwhelming thoughts that filled his brain with doubt.

You couldn't even bother to move. You slightly shook as you sobbed into the pillow, leaving wet marks of your makeup onto the white pillow case.

The both of you sobbed, voices filling your heads as both of you cried your feelings out. You stayed like that for hours, eventually exhausting yourselves out.

Izuku fell asleep against the door, eyes visibly puffy from his quiet emotional sobs. He was already exhausted from patrolling and the two combined had took a larger toll on him than a class C villain battle would.

You let out a soft shakey broken sigh as you lifted your face away from the suffocatingly hot and ruined pillow. You stared down at the dried makeup stains on the soft white pillow before pushing yourself off the bed.

You took a deep breath, getting yourself mentally prepared to face your fiancé. You slowly opened the door causing it to slightly creak as you felt the door open slightly quicker than you had intended.

He was asleep on the door.

You used the most of your strength to slow the opening of the door just in case he'd fall onto the floor. You quickly walked over to where the door was supposed to be so his head laid comfortably against your legs instead.

"Izuku?" You called out quietly, seeing if he'd wake up from that before you'd be forced to carry him into your shared room.

He was heavy, okay?

You let out a frustrated sigh before gripping onto the top of his broad arms and pulling him up with a loud grunt. The way you were bent over looked like you had several decades worth of back pains. Why's he gotta be so goddamn heavy?

You huffed with each slow step towards your bedroom, thanking the deities and All Might above that your bedroom was somewhat close to the guest's room.

After the painful amount of time you took carrying your tall and large future husband, you finally made it within the bedroom. You sighed with relief when you finally felt him off of your back as you shoved him on the bed.

You wiped a non-existent sweat bead off your completely dry forehead before crawling onto the bed on the opposite side of Izuku. You turned your back to his sloppy sleeping position you put him and stared out the window as you watched the window slightly light up with a light shade of blue.

Suddenly you were pulled against a hard body, radiating warmth against your back as you pressed against it.

"Izuku..?" You whispered with slightly wide eyes.

He just simply groaned in response before pulling you closer and nuzzling his head onto the nape of your neck after moving some of your hair away.

"'M sorry sweetheart." He mumbled, slightly above a whisper as he placed a gentle kiss against your neck.

Your lips automatically perk up into a soft smile, slowly melting into his warm touch as you let out a soft sigh.

"Yell at me again and I'm paralyzing your heart."

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x-reader-things · 7 months

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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.

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.

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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