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mydearlybeloathed · 7 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the more important things could wait till morning. for now, it’s only you and him and the sky.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ezra bridger x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 930

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: none

The sky was so vast, it made you feel so small. But somehow, you were okay with that.

Yeah, you were small compared to the rest of the galaxy. You had no idea how far out the expanse of space went, and you didn't really want to find out, but you had a tiny part of the galaxy to yourself that night.

Well, to yourself and Ezra.

Your head rested on his chest, curled against his side as his arm draped across your side. You held your breath slightly so you could breathe in sync with him, the action reminding you that the two of you were there. You and him were alive, despite everything.

It felt like not too long ago that you had nearly died for the umpteenth time. Such was the life of a rebel, you supposed. Though it was perilous, what else was there? Lie down and accept defeat? No, that wasn’t an option. Especially not after all you’ve lost to the Empire.

Someday, the Empire would burn.

You shifted to lie on your back beside him and gazed up at the stars surrounding Lothal. The two moons glinted up above. The air was chill against your skin. Ezra turned his face to you, staring at your profile for who knows how long before he spoke up with a question.

“What’s wrong?”

Had your thoughts been so clearly displayed on your expression, or did he just know you well enough to tell? You preferred to think it was the latter and hoped to the stars that you weren’t that easy to read to everyone else. The only person—in this galaxy or the next—you wanted to be transparent to was the boy lying there with you.

You let out a sigh, and there was a weight to it that you didn’t like. “It’s nothing.”

He leaned up on his elbows, lopsided grin everpresent on his face. You lolled your head to stare up and admire his blue, blue eyes. “Tell me.”

The fragility of his voice, whispered into space, was enough to have you caving. “I had a dream. A bad one.” You paused, gaze unfocused. “Very bad.”

Ezra tensed at your side, drawing your eyes back to him quickly. You didn’t want to worry him, not when these visions had just started appearing as just that: terrible visions. “Don’t worry about it.”

But he’d taken your hand in his before you even got all the words out, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “Tell me, please. Holding it in never helped me. Made it worse, actually.”

You knew that. You knew that better than anyone, being one of the only people on the Ghost crew to have truly seen how much Ahsoka’s death really affected Ezra. It’d been around a year since, and he was getting better, what with the Sith holocron out of reach and a good level of communication set between him and Kanan, but you remembered how close he’d been to snapping.

So you told him exactly what your dream said.

“We were there,” you started, allowing Ezra’s hand to guide you to sit up and face him. “On Lothal. It was… burning. Not entirely… but something was definitely on fire.”

He kept holding your hand even though it shook in his grasp. “You were there, right in front of me… and he was there.”

“Maul?” Ezra asked, first reflex, but you shook your head.

“No.” You didn’t even want to speak his name. “Thrawn.”

“He—he was there, and then you weren’t.” You bit down on your lip. “It was so—so confusing. I saw so many things all at once, and then you were gone, Ezra. He took you from me.”

As tears began to glint in your donwcast eyes, Ezra ached with you. The assurance that this was just a nightmare grew and then died on his tongue; sometimes, he hated being in tune with the Force, espically when he could feel it revolving around you, your words resonating with the tensity of the weight all around him.

His eyes scoured you for answers, wondering why you of all people would have to endure a vision of such heartbreak. What was worse was that you didn’t even realize any of it. It was unfair.

His hand found rest on the side of your face, his thumb wiping away the one tear to escape. “Hey, hey. I’m not going anywhere.” Shoving away the Force in one mental swoop, the air fell calm. “It was just a nightmare.”

You didn’t catch his lie, as he feared you would. Instead, you leaned into his touch with half lided eyes, the late night finally getting to you. Ezra just about melted at the sight of you. He guided you closer into his arms and reclined back onto the grass, cradling you against him as your sniffling died down.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled into your hair, as if he were challenging fate itself. Visions weren’t set in stone, he reminded himself. They were unreliable. The Force could be wrong.

Setting the worries aside for another day, Ezra began to rub soothing circles on your back, his eyes fluttering shut as the sound of crickets rose above the labour of your breathing.

The galaxy was very, very vast, and Ezra was very, very small in comparison. But you were in his arms, and that was all the galaxy he needed right then. In the morning, he would deal with Thrawn, Lothal, the Rebellion, the Empire—all of it.

Right now, he wanted for nothing but you.

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars x reader #ezra x you #ezra bridger x you #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger fanfic #ezra bridger x oc #angst

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rancidsugar · 3 months

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For @starryjediknight 🥰🥰🥰 and her fic, Life’s a picnic

#star wars #art #sabine wren #digital art #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #fanart #ezra bridger #sabezra #ezrabine #sabine x ezra #happy birthday #they are so happy together i melt 👆😭#YOURE THE BEST FRIEND EVER OMG 😭😭😭😭 I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY

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meldy-arts · 5 months

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Reunion hug #2.

This time with more feeling

#When you see your girl again after 10 years and loose her immediatly #These kids man #I love them #Sabezra #Ahsoka #Quick sketch #Ezra bridger #Sabine wren #It's so late rn #Ezrabine #Bluebean #ezra x sabine #swr #star wars rebels #myart

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armoralor · 5 months

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On the set of Ahsoka, Wolfwren was called “Shabine” and I think that’s extremely cool (but am so thankful we came up with a ship name that’s more fun to say 😂) from this [article]

#sabine wren #shin hati #ahsoka #wolfwren #shinbine #sabine x shin #sabine wren x shin hati #text #and you KNOW Ezra Bridger himself would want one of the bracelets too 😂

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mayawakening · 16 days

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Ezra: *searching galley frantically*

Zeb: Lose somethin'?

Ezra: Ughh, my last can of Cosmic Energy is missing, I thought I put it in the conservator.

Zeb: Oh, that energy drink stuff? I gave it to Kal, he looked exhausted.

Ezra: *blood draining from his face* YOU WHAT?! Oh gods, is he okay???

Zeb: He should be? He's had those ones before.

Ezra: *sprinting for off ramp* Zeb, these ones were a new, limited edition, triple strength!!

Zeb: *following Ezra* Karabast!

-----------At Massassi Temple---------

Kallus: *hunched over desk*

Zeb: *approaching carefully* Kal? You okay?

Kallus: *suddenly whips around, wild-eyed*

Kallus: OFCOURSEIMFINE. NEVERFELTMOREAWAKEANDALERT.

Zeb: *grimacing* Ah hell.

Kallus: *snaps stylus in half from gripping too hard*

Ezra: *to Zeb* Yeah, this is a you problem, I'm out.

Kallus: *vibrates*

#This is why you ask first my guy #kalluzeb #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #star wars #kallus #star wars kallus #rebel kallus #garazeb orrelios #kallus x zeb #kallus my beloved #zeb #zeb and ezra #zeb orrelios #ezra bridger #kallus and ezra #sw rebels #swr #incorrect star wars rebels

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nubimera · 7 months

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Me, waiting patiently for new content about Ezra

#I admit I'm the worst kind of fan because I have no talent and therefore can't participate in creating new content #so I consume every ff and fan art I find but don't do anything else #but I swear I love every writer and artist in this fandom so please give me anything you have on ezra Bridger #and I will give you a kiss #ezra bridger #ezra Bridger sw #ahsoka #star wars #sw #ezra Bridger x reader #mor #sabine wren #ahsoka spoilers

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readinglistfics · 7 months

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no one:

thrawn:

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #star wars #star wars rebels #star wars chiss #ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka episode 6 #thrawn x you #thrawn x oc #ezra bridger

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dorkyfangirl24 · 6 months

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Ezrabine is one of my fav ships. Ik a lot of people only see them as “Space Siblings” but I can’t help but ship them. The way that Ezra had a HUGE crush on Sabine and then realized that maybe he should try being her friend instead, was cute because it paved the way for them to become so close. I think Sabine didn’t realize she had feelings for Ezra until she stayed on Krownest, and realized just how much she missed him.

Then when Ezra came to help with Saxon and getting her father back, just cemented her feelings. I do think tho that she decided not to tell him for fear of being rejected, and left like she had been so many times in her life. Ezra also didn’t say anything because of the fact that Sabine had told him many, many, MANY, times that she wasn’t interested and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable again or get rejected for the millionth time.

When Kanan dies, things change. They are dealing with their grief and with consoling Hera, on top of still fighting for the rebellion. Even tho, they both know that time isn’t guaranteed, and that life is precious and to not wasted time with the people you love, there just wasn’t a time to tell each other and then it was too late and Ezra was gone.

The Ashoka series gave us soooo much hope, (and is STILL giving hope), with the way that Sabine, stayed in Ezra’s tower, wore his clothes, still kept his lightsaber, helped Lothal, dreamed of him, and waited TEN FUCKING YEARS for Ashoka to find a way to find him. Then, when presented with a choice of making sure that Thrawn has no way of coming back but potentially never seeing Ezra again or risk Thrawn coming back but seeing Ezra again, she chooses EZRA OVER STARTING ANOTHER WAR!!!!!!!! SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!!!! I mean you don’t do all of those things for a SIBLING! (This coming from someone with a twin brother). Also Ezra never got over his crush, he just shoved it deep down, and without realizing it, it turned from a childish crush, to a real, deep, mature, mind-blowing love.

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE DAVE

Even if Dave doesn’t make them end up in canon, they belong together in my heart, and so I will continue to ship and feel they belong together

OK DAVE!!!! YOU CANT STOP ME BITCH!!!!!

#ezra and sabine are sooo freaking cute #sabezra #sabine x ezra #ezra bridger #ezrabine #star wars: rebels #ashoka series #aleksandr kallus #zeb orrelios #sabine wren #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #they are in love #dave filoni #Dave I will come for you #just make them get together already!

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vaehbae · 7 months

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Ezrabine predictions for Episode 7?

If anyone happens to get the most predictions right for the next episode I’ll draw free Sabezra art of their choice! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

Comment or DM me what you think and if you happen to get the most or the only prediction right I’ll let you know! ^U^

Btw: if you win keep the suggestion SFW

#vaehbae #art #sabezra #sabine wren #ezrabine #ezra bridger #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka #Ahsoka prediction #prediction #episode 7 #i do have commissions open if you don't win 😭#sabine x ezra #sabine and ezra #digtalartist

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demigoddessqueens · 7 months

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Hiii!!!!! Could I request an Ezra Bridger x fem! reader where y/n is totally oblivious to Ezra liking her and when Ezra finally confesses y/n is like: I didn't even notice! Thank you!!!!!

Awww! 😁💞😆

He’s so smitten it’s endearing and simultaneously annoying

Just about everybody knows and always looks when you two talk because they’re always thinking “is this it? Are they getting together?”

It’s a meeting all too familiar

He thinks you’re cute, you’re sweet, you’ve got a bit of a stubborn but shy side to you, you’re nice to him and he’s quick to bond with you

Even when he encountered Maul, Ezra still went to you for advice first on what he should do

Hera and Sabine try to offer the more romantic advice for Ezra to woo you

Kanan and Zeb of course encourage a few of the more bold options, just something to catch your attention

Of course these shenanigans go wrong (obviously!) and you’re left to look after whatever disaster Ezra got into, always fretting over him

Chopper just takes matter into his own hands and conveniently asks you and Ezra to “help” him with one his wheels or something else

Soon you two are quick to forget the robot when he (slyly) skirts away to let you two talk

Ezra finally gets a chance to tell you how he really feels and while it takes a while for you to process your emotions, you don’t deny you’ve felt something for the young man too

Now the crew starts to see you all the time both holding hands after he confesses to you

#star wars #inbox requests #star wars rebels #star wars x reader #ezra bridger #my writing #headcanons #star wars headcanons #ezra bridger x reader #sw rebels #writeblr #Ezra bridger x you #star wars preferences #ezra bridger x y/n

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mydearlybeloathed · 24 days

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

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

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ghost crew x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: requested, mentioned enslavement, reader is kinda mean, no use of Y/N

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

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

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

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

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

“How do we find them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Ezra asked without thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That wasn’t the end of it either.

“Do you need something?”

“Go be useful, if you can.”

“Could you be more amazingly purposeless here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were here, that was for sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your answer was instantaneous. “Why?”

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

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

“Is that a surprise?” he wondered.

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

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

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

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

“Well, I don’t. You’re just…”

“Just what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It couldn’t hurt to ask.

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

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

“I want to help you.”

“Did I ask?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that such a surprise?”

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

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

“What’s so funny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you two are friends now?”

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

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

Ezra had to agree.

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

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Hola, I'd like to request an Ezra Bridger x fem! Jedi Padawan reader?

Where poor old Kanan Jarrus must train two force sensitive individuals such as Ezra Bridger and Y/n Y/l/n, and has them dual and train together in order to become stronger. When their dual becomes harder, faster and more violent (them trying to show off to each other CAUSE THEY GOT THAT LOVIN' FEELIN') Kanan has to throw'em apart with tha force and then Kanan leaves, they apologize, confess and bOOM. S.mu.t.

Thank you for probs reading this and don't have a good day, have a great day<3

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One with the Force

Pairing: Ezra Bridger x !F!Jedi!Reader

Summary: The relationship between Ezra and Y/n was a peculiar one, especially since they're both highly sensitive to the Force. Kanan was chosen to train them, he soon had them duel together—unknowingly sparking their irrevocable love for each other after the match.

Warnings: fighting, sparring, teasing, mutual pining, flirting, sexual tension, heavy makeout session, smut, PnV, gentle to rough smut, semi-public sex, unprotected.

Characters are aged up 18+

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Y/n remained sitting in her bunker she shared with Sabine, wondering how she'll confess her true feelings towards her close friend, Ezra. Ever since she's met the boy, she couldn't get over him, he was a Jedi like her.

She was embarrassed when Kanan would tease her about her feelings, Hera would usually try to get to two to spend time together. Ezra also shared the same feelings for his partner in training.

Now here she was, holding her humming lightsaber as she watched Ezra's face. "Okay, don't go crazy, this isn't a fight, this is just sparring." Kanan warned them.

Y/n nodded her head as Ezra took a deep breath. Kanan stepped back and initiated the match, Ezra charged forward and Y/n used the force to throw him off course.

He stumbled to the right as she came running and slashed at him—he blocked her saber and continued to block her hits. She was quicker, agile with her strike. Ezra was fast to sense her movements, their connection strong, even Kanan could feel it.

The heat was radiating off of their lightsabers, Ezra was speeding up, Y/n was growing more ferocity. She wanted to win, to prove how strong she was, how worthy she was to Ezra.

Ezra wanted to win to show that he wasn't weak, he was strong, for her. He wanted her to notice him. They continued to spar, the heat growing as rocks and pebbles rolled out of their way from the force emitting from the two.

Kanan grew more anxious as the lightsabers nearly cut into the students arms or legs, Ezra's saber flew right over her head, her kick knocked him aside as she swung her saber at his legs—he jumped luckily.

"Alright-" they kept fighting, "Enough you two." Ezra swung and she blocked it, using the force to hold his lightsaber out of the way. "Hey!" He broke out and charged at her, jumping and using his lightsaber to aim for her arm.

"Enough!" Kanan yelled as he used the force to knock the two apart. "Ow!" They both complained once they landed on the harsh ground.

"I told you to stop, and you both ignored me." Kanan scolded as he held his head, "I don't wanna know what was going through your heads, just get. Go and rest, you'll need it for tomorrow."

Y/n groaned as she sat up, Ezra was there to help her up before he awkwardly dismissed himself and walked away. Y/n rubbed her head as she battled her inner confidence, should she confess to him? Forget about it?

She shivered as she ran after him, he made into the Ghost and she followed him quickly. It was empty since Hera had taken the crew elsewhere and left the three to train alone.

Y/n lifted her hand and knocked on the doors to Ezra's room—it opened immediately.

~Y/n pov~

My heart was racing as I looked into Ezra's blue eyes, I held my hand together as I tried to speak correctly.

"U-Um. . . Hey, Ezra, I-uhm. . . I need to say something and I'm not sure how you'll react or—"

"I'm in love with you." He boldly said, he gulped as his hands slightly shook. My heart skipped a beat, my palms sweaty as I watched him.

". . . You what?" I whispered. "I. . . love. . . you. . ." He said with less confidence, probably because I wasn't responding the way he thought I would.

"Really?"

"Y-Yes. . ."

I stepped into his room—so close he stumbled a step backwards, I blindly shut the doors and watched his eyes. ". . . You really love me?"

"I do." He said, I held his shoulders and kissed him. He hummed into the kiss and held my sides—pulling me into a hug. We fell on his bed and continued to kiss, it was deeper, more passionate.

This was happening! This was really happening! I felt his tongue enter my mouth, the connection felt so right. This didn't feel as nerve-racking as I thought it would be. I continued to kiss him, as my hips grinded against his.

He slightly moaned at the feeling, making me whimper when he did it back. My hands started to tug at his shirt, he lifted mine over my head and he did the same to himself. I sighed when he kissed the corner of my jaw and lower.

His hands held my lower back, pulling me closer—I felt his suction on my shoulder. "No marks, E-Ezra." I moaned.

I felt the tent in his briefs, I let him turn me around to my back. His warm hands I kept gasping when he continued to surprise me, slowly removing my pants, then his own.

He laid between my legs as our tongues continue to grow more impatient. I whispered his name, he said mine back.

"We don't have much time-"

"I know, Ezra. . . Make it quick for now." I kissed him again, he took my word to heart. I felt the tip of his length gently rub against my already wet folds.

"Ezra." I whimpered.

"I-I'll try to make it quick." He muttered, he rested his head against mine as he gently pushed into me. My back arched from the feeling. I hugged his back, I felt his cock stretching me open to his size.

I moaned out as he reached the hilt, he groaned as he pulled back and slowly pushed in. "Ngh, Ezra." I held his hair as he rolled his hips very slowly, trying to grow used to the feeling.

I felt myself clamping down on his length, I grunted as he used a bit more force.

"Harder." I begged, he gave me an unsure look but obeyed anyway. He pushed my thighs up before positioning himself, he gave me one last kiss before pulling back and slamming into me.

His strength and speed was impressive, his abs grinded against my stomach, I leaned up and kissed his scar as he growled in my ear. His hands grabbed my hips, then my legs, thighs, breasts, arms, then my hands before going back to my thighs.

"Ngh! Ah! Ezra-! Ezra!" My moans were louder as his skin slapped against mine, I held his shoulders as he kissed me again.

I felt his hot breath in my neck, I kissed his shoulders as his skin rubbed against mine. The heat was hot, so warm, comforting. His teeth lightly grazed over my earlobe as he thrusted his hips.

It was quick, but it was worth it. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him down into me. He reached my deepest center, I whined feeling his tip brush against my gspot.

He continued to kiss me as he silenced my moan, he continued to pump into me. He was gaining more speed as our sweat mixed together.

"Ezra, Y/n! We're back!" Hera said.

We both gasped. "Quick!" I told him.

He squeezed my thighs and started to grind faster against me, his lips kisses my breasts as he stimulated himself to finish faster.

"Where are they?" Hera asked. "Probably flirting with each other." Kanan sighed.

I bit my hand as he continued to thrust, groaning in my ear as he grunted and stuttered his hips—filling me with his thick substance. He quickly pulled away when someone knocked on the door.

"Ezra-?"

"Hold on!" He yelled, I grabbed my shirt and slid it on, grabbing my pants next as he dressed himself up. Just as he sat down, Hera opened the door, everyone was standing behind her.

"Hey, guys." I panted.

Kanan watched us as he arched his brow. "What happened?"

"Nothing." We both said. "Ezra broke his lightsaber-"

"I didn't-!"

"Again, really, Ezra?" Kanan sighed, "Hand it over."

I got up and quickly exited the room as I found my own, blushing as I still felt his desire leaking down my legs.

"I love you, Ezra." I thought to him.

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