#zeb loves the ears

[fandomsniper]

kallus and zeb

#I just love the idea that zeb is this big fluffy maine coone while kallus is this scrappy floppy eared mutt #I once made up a whole canine based alien race and I kinda want to write a fic where kallus is a hybrid #but I don't feel like making up the whole major plot around it how it all worked in the empire and all that shit #I just have this funny moments of him acting dog like #plus that cat dog dynamic between him and zeb would be hilarious lol #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #sw rebels #star wars rebels #headcanon #au

[lost-in-derry]

Kalluzeb drabble

I couldn’t sleep last night and was suddenly grasped by the urge to write angst with zero context. This is my first time writing fanfic ever so any feedback is appreciated. Biggest of shoutouts to @seth-silver-ink for giving me the confidence boost to post this!

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Kallus looked into Zeb’s eyes as he struggled for words. He was equal parts hopeful and terrified of what was coming next. Kallus had suspected at times that Zeb’s feelings for him pushed beyond friendship, and hated himself for the warmth that bloomed in his chest when it happened. Garazeb Orrelios was kind, honorable, forgiving, everything that Alexsandr Kallus was not. He was imbued with a light that made everyone around him better for being near. It had even touched a broken imperial too blind to see he’d been left to die. Zeb’s friendship was far more than Kallus deserved, the thought that he had somehow fooled Zeb into believing he was worthy of more made him want scream the truth in Zeb’s face… and yet…

And yet the small, weakest part of him stayed his tongue. The part that fantasized in the dead of night a world where things were different. Where the Empire hadn’t cut out all the parts of him that were good and twisted what remained into a monster. A world where he could love Zeb without feeling his sins crawling up his neck and whispering in his ear that this too was proof of his wretchedness. A world where Zeb could actually love him back. That part of him he’d thought long dead that craved the slightest touch of affection. That was desperate for his feelings to be returned.

Zeb looked at Kallus and for a brief moment as their eyes met that spark inside of Kallus had hope. Then Zeb swallowed whatever words he’d been fighting and his expression shifted into his usual half-grin.

“‘M glad you’re ok, Sasha.”

Kallus gave a pained smile back that had nothing to do with his injuries.

“I’m relieved you’re safe as well.”

Zeb gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder and left the room. Alexsandr Kallus sat alone in the dimmed light of the room. It seemed Zeb had finally come to the same conclusion he had. Kallus breathed in slowly and exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. He reached for the small spark deep inside him, and crushed it.

#is there a larger story behind this scene? Possibly… #please let me know if this is any good #kalluzeb #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #fanfiction #star wars rebels #star wars #my writing #Derry Writes

[jedimandalorian]

This is an excerpt from my songfic WIP “I’ll Be Home for Life Day.” I’m writing this for the @sabezra-life-day-celebration which you shippers should follow for updates. 😉

*****

I'll be home for Life Day

You can count on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents by the tree.

Ezra Bridger stood there just staring with his eyes wide and lips parted, momentarily distracted from his work and fascinated by the sight of Hera Syndulla and Kanan Jarrus slow dancing to the familiar tune of “I’ll Be Home for Life Day” in the main hold of the Ghost. Ezra couldn’t stop himself from grinning at this very rare display of public affection between the two of them. Kanan was softly crooning the song’s lyrics right next to Hera’s ear-cones and was looking quite pleased that he brought such a rosy flush to her ordinarily cool green complexion.

Ezra was supposed to be helping Sabine decorate the holiday tree with glow spheres and colorful hand painted ornaments, but the sight of such a tender moment between his captain and his master reminded him of how his parents had danced to that very same song when he was a little boy. The end result was always the same: Ephraim Bridger always steered his wife Mira over to the doorway where the mistletoe was hung so he could steal a kiss from her. From the time little Ezra was old enough to toddle over to them, his father would lift him into his arms and hold him under the mistletoe so that his mother could kiss his cheek and they could both tell him how much he was loved. His mother and father did that every year until he was six.

Ezra closed his eyes and shook his head as if to ward off the painful memories of what happened on his seventh birthday. After that terrible day he had spent every Life Day on his own. There were no more Life Day trees, no more mistletoe kisses, no more presents…

…that is, until last year. Hera’s gift was the first present he had opened. She had bought him a new pair of red pajamas printed with drawings of silly, playful brown Loth-cats. Some fifteen year-old boys would have been embarrassed to wear such childish-looking sleepwear, but Ezra, who had recognized the drawings as Sabine’s own doodles, realized that Hera had them custom made for him. Ezra, who for years had only worn second-hand clothing that he had nicked or salvaged from recycling bins, had new pajamas that had been made just for him. He had launched himself into Hera’s arms, hugging her with a muffled “thanks” as he hid his face in her shoulder so that the others would not see that his eyes were watering.

“Ezra?” Sabine’s voice brought him back into the present moment. “You okay?”

Ezra hastily wiped his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine. Is this one the last of the glow spheres? I thought we had more of them last year.”

“Here comes Chopper with the rest of them now,” Sabine said as the droid rolled over to them with another big tray of glow globes.

“Come on, we have to finish up before lunchtime. You’re getting your Life Day present early this year.”

“Early?” Ezra asked. Zeb had ambled over to them with the life-star, which he had the honor of placing on the top of the tree, since he was the only one tall enough to reach the top. “Why am I getting my present early?”

“We all chipped in to get you a gift card,” Zeb explained.

“Yep,” Sabine added. “And I’m in charge of your makeover.”

“Sabine’s taking you to the Spiral City Mall this afternoon to help you pick out some new clothes,” Zeb added.

“But—“ Ezra began, as if to protest.

“Make the kid pick out some new basics too,” Zeb said with a grimace. “I don’t think he owns any socks or underwear that aren’t torn or full of holes.”

Chopper’s electronic giggle made Sabine bite her lip, as if she was desperately trying not to laugh.

“Zeb!” Ezra exclaimed angrily. “That’s not true!” His face was red with embarrassment. “And I don’t need Sabine’s help to pick out under—“

“O Holey Drawers!” Zeb sang in synch with the next Life Day carol on the music-player. “Your bum is nearly showing!”

Sabine and Chopper collapsed in a fit of giggles, and Ezra found himself wishing for an air vent so he could crawl into it and not come out until New Year’s Day.

As if sensing how much Ezra wanted them to change the subject, Sabine came to his rescue. “Oh, they are so sweet,” she commented. Ezra, Chopper, and Zeb turned to look in the direction that Sabine had indicated. They all saw that Kanan was stealing a kiss from Hera under the mistletoe.

Ezra watched them with interest. Smooth, he thought. In a quiet moment he had with Kanan several weeks before, he had confessed his crush on Sabine and then asked Kanan how he managed to get Hera to return his feelings.

Kanan had looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, “Kid, I might be with Hera, but that doesn’t mean I know how I did it.” Ezra shared a good laugh with his master over that. Kanan opened his mouth as if to say more, then stopped himself. Visions of a future that Ezra could not see clouded Kanan’s blind eyes.

After a long silence, Kanan finally said, “If it is the will of the Force, it will happen. And if it’s going to happen it will be when you’re both more mature and ready for it. For now, you should enjoy your friendship with Sabine, and value how close the two of you have become. Just take things slowly with her. Always be a gentleman, and trust the Force.”

Ezra snapped out of his reverie when Zeb punched his arm. “Are you studying his snogging technique for future reference, Lover Boy?” Chopper guffawed at this. Ezra was glad that Sabine was busy putting away the ornament boxes at that moment. He hoped she was out of earshot.

Zeb leaned down and stage-whispered to Ezra, “Let Sabine have her fun with you at the mall. You know how females are about shopping.”

Ezra nodded.

“Who knows? If you play your cards right, she might even let you hold her hand.” Zeb winked.

Chopper burbled something Zeb couldn’t understand.

“What did he say?”

Ezra was reluctant to translate what Chopper said. It was something like, “Ezra had better play his cards right with Sabine or the only hand he’ll be holding is an Idiot’s Array.”

Of course, Chopper probably intended to call Ezra an idiot by saying that, but he didn’t mind. An Idiot’s Array was still a winning hand in sabaac.

*****

So who wants Sabine and Ezra to go on a “mall date”? What sort of shenanigans should they get into?

What do you think of this story so far?

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars #ahsoka series #sabezra #ezrabine #star wars rebels #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #chopper #zeb orrelios #mira bridger #ephraim bridger #life day #sabezralifeday2023 #kanera

[jessicas-pi]

I'm Back On My Incorrect Quote Nonsense: More Medieval AU

Ahsoka: Go big or go home! Rex: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Ahsoka: I'm going big!

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Ezra: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in the palace. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in the palace! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

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Caleb: *Laughs* Aw, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Hera: We’re married. Caleb: Still.

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Korkie: *Screams* Ahsoka: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Rex: Shouldn't we do something?! Anakin, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Ketsu: Sabine, I know you snuck out with Ezra last night. Sabine: If you tell Mother or Father, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body. Ketsu: Five bucks? Sabine: Fine.

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Cal: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

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Rex: And what did we learn, Princess? Ahsoka, bowing her head: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.

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Adenn, to Skira: I’d make fun of your height but there isn’t enough to make fun of.

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Carthage: *Gets down on one knee* Sabine: Oh my gods, it’s finally happening. Carthage: *Falls over* Sabine: The poison is kicking in!

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Barriss: About that love poem you sent me- Adenn, blushing: What are your thoughts? Barriss: The fourth sentence- Adenn: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Barriss: It’s “you’re,” not “your.”

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Ezra: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Sabine, she’s perfect. Sabine: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a large predatory animal. Ezra: You can't have that toxic trait. That's my toxic trait. Get your own.

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Ahsoka: A murder attempt?? Rex: Yes. Lux: And a threatening message?? Rex: Yes. Ahsoka: Written on the wall?? Rex: Yes. Lux: In BLOOD?? Rex: Yes. Ahsoka and Lux, in unison: Cool. Rex: NO!

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Omega: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world. Cal: Unless you're home alone.

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Caleb: Good night, Ezra. Hera: Sleep tight. Zeb: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Caleb: Great, now Ezra's crying.

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Qui-Gon: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka: Ahsoka: Was it Obi-Wan?

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Omega: We all know you love her. Cal: I am not in love with Merrin! Omega, staring at Cal: I never said who... Cal: *realizes* Cal: Cal: mOVING ON—

#the one of you was adopted quote is funnier if you know that all the characters are their star wars species here #and so Ahsoka is LITERALLY a different species than her dad and brothers #incorrect quotes #star wars medieval au #kanera #merrical #sabezra

[foxxxtransformer123]

Hey guys, it's headcanon time! Mostly Kalluzeb.

1. I love how we just sort of agreed as a Fandom that Lasat's purr. That will forever be my favorite headcanon. Anyway, Kallus was surprised when he first found out that Zeb does that, but it very quickly became like a lullaby for him. He can't sleep too well without it now, and Zeb purrs pretty much constantly when Kallus is nearby (he loves his husband so much).

2. Kallus and Zeb sleep pretty much right on top of each other. This is most likely a byproduct of mostly sleeping in small bunks, but even after getting a larger bed and having it for years, they just do. It's mostly Zeb laying as much on top of Kallus as possible like a giant cat, and Kallus likes using Zeb as a pillow.

3. Kallus is obsessed with Zeb's ears and will pet them at any opportunity. Zeb likes this and will start purring.

4. Zeb quite likes to be pet like a cat sometimes, and Kallus doesn't mind doing that as Zeb is very soft. So, half naked Zeb being pet and scratched by Kallus while the humans just trying to work.

5. Zeb will crawl half on top of Kallus if he thinks Kal's working too hard or he just wants physical attention. So, yeah, Zeb will be purring and stretching out and wiggling like a cat while Kallus pets him like one. Kallus thinks it's the cutest thing.

(Please start assigning more cat traits to Lasat)

That's all for now, people. I'll post more later.

#kalluzeb #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios

[bearboyboy]

Dads headcannon:

Zeb is call Pops

The first time kallus is called Dad is when he is putting their kid to sleep:

Zeb walks towards the bedroom door after turning off their child’s lamp.

“G’night pops” they call out, like they do every night. Alex busies himself with closing out of the story they had just finished reading on his datapad, standing to join Zeb.

“G’night kid sweet dreams” :)

And as they go to leave the room, Alex catching up to where Zeb is in the hallway, they hear a tiny..

“….g’night dad”

Zebs ears perk up and he turns only to see the red face of Alex who is frozen for a moment, eyes filled with shock, before taking in a very shaky breath.

“G-goodnight love.. we will be down the hall if you need anything during the night.. sleep well.” He says without turning, afraid the child will notice his sudden burst of emotions

As soon as the door is shut behind him the tears pooling in his eyes fall and he muffled the choked sob that rips through him with his hand. Zeb taking the other to lead them to their shared room for the night.

#kalluzeb #agent kallus #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #kallus x zeb #zeb orrelios #fanfiction #kalluzeb fanfic #star wars rebels #star wars

[martianbugsbunny]

To Convince You That I Love You (A Kalluzeb Fic): Chapter 2

*staring and waving thru the window* I'm really enjoying this fic, it's I think four chapters, so it's already halfway done lol, and it's loads of fun. And speaking of fun Kallus is going to pass out and be sped back to the Ghost for emergency transport to medical facilities!!! Woo-hoo!!! This one's from Zeb's POV, so strap y'allselves in and get ready for him to be completely wigging about what happened to Kallus but also being as gentle as possible when moving him bc I am such a sucker for that. Read on and enjoy!

Zeb heard the explosion and instantly fired the last three shots he needed to finish off the stormtroopers with perfect precision. He sprinted towards the landing pad, fear shooting through him. Come on, Kal, please don’t have been in the blast.

The shuttle was a smoking ruin, the metal buckling against the inferno inside. That agent they had been tracking was dead. There was no way she could have survived.

But Zeb didn’t care about the mission anymore. He filtered out the smoldering pile of rubble and scanned his surroundings for any sign of Kallus.

Finally he saw Kallus lying several yards away from the shuttle, thrown by the power of the blast. Zeb sprinted over, moving faster than he could remember doing in a long time. His palms were sweating and he could hardly feel his legs, he was so terrified. Losing Kallus was…well, it was his personal worse-case scenario.

He knelt down. Kallus’s leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and there was a piece of metal embedded in his upper arm. Worse, his nose was bleeding heavily, and there were dark bruises around his eyes and behind his ears: sure signs of a head injury. Somehow, though, he was still (barely) awake.

“Something’s not right,” he muttered. He couldn’t seem to focus his gaze on Zeb’s face. “Everything’s…foggy.”

Then his eyes fell shut and his head tipped to one side, the muscles in his neck slack.

Zeb slung his bo-rifle onto his back. There was no good way to pick Kallus up, with one of each limb wounded, so he simply did his best to support Kallus’s legs above the injured joint and thanked his lucky stars that his wounded arm was not the one that ended up held tightly against Zeb’s chest.

Kanan and Sabine had long since cleared out the troopers who had pinned down the Ghost. In fact, Zeb wondered for a moment why they hadn’t bothered reinforcing him and Kallus—but they were both trained soldiers and neither of them had commed for help, so there had really been no reason to worry.

Well, except for the fact that there was.

Zeb climbed aboard the Ghost and found Kanan and the kids debating over a topographic map he didn’t recognize at the holo-table. “There’s an outpost not too far from here, we could make a supply run before returning to base,” Ezra suggested.

“While we have an Imperial agent on board? Not gonna happen,” Sabine said. Zeb noticed that despite her confident tone, she still looked to Kanan for confirmation.

Kanan was saved from having to pick a side when he heard the sound of the ramp closing and turned to look at Zeb. “Ezra, go tell Hera to get the ship moving, now!” he commanded sharply. Ezra was turning pale, having gotten a look at the bloodied condition Kallus was in, but he did as he was told.

Zeb set Kallus down on the floor. “Let me guess: the explosion?” Sabine asked. Explosions were fairly run-of-the-mill for the Rebellion (especially when it came to the Specters) and hearing one in the distance wasn’t necessarily taken as a sign that someone was in trouble.

“Yeah.” Zeb found his throat tight, a pricking sensation he wasn’t used to irritating his eyes. “There were two Imperial fighters. They aimed for him and got the agent’s entire shuttle instead.”

Kanan wrapped his hand around Kallus’s wrist. It wasn’t the standard method of measuring a heartbeat, but his Jedi powers probably made it practical enough.

“We need to get him back to base soon,” Kanan said quietly. “Or he might not make it.”

Zeb paced to the edge of the room and slammed his fist down onto a crate. Kallus was always doing stupid things like this—putting himself in danger, taking too many risks, going way too far. When would enough be enough?

If Zeb had anything to say about it, Kallus would see the light sooner rather than later…if he lived to wake up again.

#kalluzeb #garazeb orrelios #zeb #alexsandr kallus #kanan jarrus #Ezra bridger #sabine wren #the ghost #star wars #Star Wars rebels #fic #chapter fic #martianbugsbunny writes fic

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

KalluZeb 79 angst/fluff prompts 💜💛

79: “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

Pairing: Zeb/ Kallus, Star Wars: Rebels

Requests: Open

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“Are you sure about this?” Kallus hated hearing how his voice wavered, but something about Zeb caused all his self control and strength fly straight out the window. Stars, it was just a simple gesture of love. Hand-holding wasn’t this big of a deal to anyone. So why was the mere thought of taking Zeb’s hand in his enough to make his legs weak?

“Never been more sure of anything, Zeb replied with a lopsided smile that never failed to make fireworks burst within the ex-imperial’s chest. “Why, you got some rare disease that spreads through hand-holdin’ that I should know about?

Oh, if only it were that simple. Kallus let out a cursory amused huff, but found a part of himself wishing that he actually did have some life-altering illness, if only so he could could give a legitimate excuse to Zeb that didn’t involve a vague, anxious feeling.

“It’s nothing like that,” Kallus assured, trying (and failing miserably, he suspected by the concerned tilt of Zeb’s ears) to return the smile. “It’s just that…”

It was just that Imperial protocol strictly forbade inter-species relationships, not even to say of one between two men. It was just that Kallus knew that he didn’t deserve Zeb and his unending kindness. It was just that the thought of everyone’s eyes on him, of everyone knowing without a shadow of a doubt that him and Zeb loved each other unequivocally made his heart compress inside his ribs.

“It’s just that I’m scared,” Kallus finally settled on, voice hardly louder than a whisper. “I’m scared that I’m not good enough for you. I’m scared that other people will treat you differently, for loving someone like me.”

“Someone like you,” Zeb echoed. Kallus nodded miserably, ducking his head so he wouldn’t have to look the lasat in the eyes. Someone as horrible and broken and awful as him. “So what I’m hearin’ is that you’re afraid of what everyone else is gonna think of us, is that right?” Zeb asked softly. He scoffed, tucking a finger under Kallus’ chin and tilting his head up so he could fully look into his eyes.

“I’ve got the most courageous and honorable man I’ve ever met as a partner,” Zeb said, lopsided grin transforming into something softer, more intimate. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, whether that’s about me, or us. Why would I if I’ve got you?”

Oh. Oh.

“You…you really mean that?” Kallus didn’t want to believe the loving look in Zeb’s eyes, though he’d have to gouge out his own to disprove it to himself. A lovely feeling blossomed in him, one that warmed his body from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. Nodding slowly, Zeb leaned close and pressed an effortlessly gentle kiss to the crooked slope of his nose.

“Told ya, I was more sure than anything,” Zeb replied, eyes dancing. He pulled away and held out his hand in silent offering.

There was one brief, fleeting moment where doubt seeped in, somewhat dousing the pleasant fire crackling in his chest. A simple look at the man opposite him was all that was needed to push them away and take the leap.

Kallus closed his hand around Zeb’s. The lasat’s hand was so much softer than his own calloused ones, though not for lack of hardship. A sigh escaped from him unbidden when Zeb’s thumb traced small circles against the edge of his hand.

“This okay?” Zeb murmured, pulling him close.

“More than okay,” Kallus responded with a grin that was quickly bordering on goofy. “It’s perfect.”

#Sabine and Ezra from the vents: “about time you fucking dorks” #I also ascribe to crooked nose kallus #Because you cannot tell me that the poor man hasn’t broken his face at least once from getting thrown around by the Spectres so much #Anyways #writing prompt #star wars rebels #sw rebels #swr #agent kallus #alexsandr kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

The second chapter of Laughable, the newest instalment in my Kalluzeb series, is coming along nicely, so I guess it's time for a funky sneak peek again! Featuring two idiots and their respective love languages I guess lmaooo

“So…” Alexsandr said slowly, “… you went out for meilooruns and returned with a TIE?”

“Yep” Zeb said proudly.

“Were you two out of your minds?!?” Alexsandr exclaimed. “Do you have any idea in how many ways that could have ended disastrously, how stupidly risky that was?!? It could have been rigged, it could have been tracked –”

“We made it fine” Zeb reacted, face falling. “It’s a funny story, come on.”

“I don’t find it particularly funny” Alexsandr said tersely. The thought of Zeb taking such risks made his insides shrivel up, leaving a hollow feeling he didn’t fully understand behind.

Zeb’s ears had flattened against his skull. “Karabast, sorry” he said softly. “I just wanted to make you laugh again.”

That took Alexsandr aback, and he stared at Zeb in confusion. “… wait. What?”

“You have a very pretty laugh” Zeb mumbled, rubbing his neck. “I… I wanted to hear it again.”

#jenny's sneaks #star wars #star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb

[chadtfstories]

Lasat Heat

A Gay Star Wars TF

This story has been in the works since I stopped writing regularly. While I’m not sure if I will fully come back. I have a couple stories I want to finish and republish due to being removed during the porn purge. But enjoy!! UPDATE: now featuring a commission from the amazing Nankey you can follow him on Twitter here

Zeb woke with a growling start. His dreams recently have been heat filled. The night prior was him and Kallus fucking, but by the end Kallus had turned into a Lasat. Come to think of it, his dreams for the past week have either been Kanan or Kallus turning into musky Lasat. Zeb rubbed his eyes and saw his monster cock stiffen in the sheets. Zeb quickly ran to the showers on the ghost. He could breathe his musk as he ran through the halls he ran straight past Kanan. Kanan breathed in the heavy musk and felt his own cock stiffen. Zeb got to the showers and quickly undressed. His massive 12 inch cock sticking up. He realized he was in heat again. Usually he sneaks off planet but this time there was no turning back. Thankfully it was just Kallus and Kanan on board. Zeb was trying his best to resist the primal urges but he couldn’t resist the heat building in him as he let out an animalistic roar. Kanan was struggling with the musk. It was so thick and the smell was drenched in his clothes. Kanan’s dick was straining in his pants. His pits were getting sweatier and hairier by the second. Kanan started to take off his shirt revealing hairy sweaty pecs.  He moaned as he felt his now hairy arms swell. Zeb was having a rough time in the showers; he couldn’t stop jerking off in the shower stall. His musk was starting to get through the vents up to the cockpit where Kallus was. Kanan stumbled through the corridors. His teeth were getting sharper, while his feet were getting uncomfortable as they started to widen. Kanan scratched his goatee as it grew longer. Kanan’s musk was now combining with Zeb’s musk as it reached the cockpit. Kallus was sitting in the pilot chair when he breathed in the musk. Kallus started to itch as hair started to cover his body. He was already hairy but this was so much more. Kallus grabbed his cock in his pants and let out a moan. He set the ship on auto pilot. Kallus struggled to grab his dick out of his pants as it was lengthening. When he finally pulled it out, he realized why it was so hard to get it. It had grown in size and girth. His once 6 inch hard cock was now 11 inches long. He watched in shock as it changed shape to a point and became barbed. He moaned when he touched it. Feeling it pulse, he started to stroke it. As he continued to stroke the blonde hair growing over his body started to get thicker as almost if it was fur. While his muscles started to surge in size. His ear started to stretch as well and as he grit his teeth they sharpened.

Kanan continued making his way to the cockpit, his ears were stretching as dense now olive short fur covered his body. He stumbled asking for help, not only to stop the transformation but to relieve his hard on. He was so hot and with each step his feet changed. They grew and burst out of shoes, as they shaped into a Prehensile style. He rammed his back into the wall panting watching his leg muscles increase shredding his pants. His jock was all that remained but even that was strained. He grabbed it, which immediately sent pleasure throughout his body. He threw his head back and let out a bestial moan. Kallus had heard the moan. But continued to stroke in response. His fingernails pointed into claws as his feet stretched out. He watched with shock as they changed into four pads on each foot. He was so hot and itchy. He ripped his shirt and pants off with his newfound strength. His pecs blossomed out and his arms were huge. With one hand he grabbed his pecs and the other arm he flexed. Instead of fearing the transformation, he enjoyed it. Making the changes go faster. His body was covered head to toe in fur. His mutton chops sticking out the side, while his ears were stretched out fully. The last of the transformation took place as his dick ripped from the jockstrap he was wearing leaking huge amounts of pre. His nose crunched up as his face reshaped to that of a Lasat. The final change was dark pattern fur popped up up and down his body. He lifted up his arm to smell his new Lasat musk. He enjoyed it so much but he smelled other Lasats. One was close. Kanan continued stroking his dick in the jock as it grew bigger and bigger. He needed to stop and get help, but he couldn't. His arms grew bigger packing on muscle as his pecs became large and grabable. His nails stretched out as his legs finished their transformation leaving as Lasat satyr. But that wouldn't last long. He forced himself with what little will was left his goatee was looking similar to Zeb's as finally made to the cockpit. He immediately was hit with such strong musk, mixing with his own. He dazedly reached towards the pilot chair thinking Kallus could help him. But when he turned it he saw Kallus now fully Lasat stroking his cock. He looked at Kanan and gave a smirk. Kallus stood up and grabbed Kanan's balls in his jock and leaned in for a kiss. At first Kanan weakly fought but gave making out with Kallus as the Olive fur spread up his body. As they continued to make out Kallus started to hump Kanan. This helps accelerate the changes. His head reshaped as ears stuck out, and his nose perked up. With a loud rip Kanan's dick ripped free from it's constraints finishing off his transformation. Kanan broke free from the kiss and pushed Kallus onto the ships console. He spread his legs and shoved his new dick up Kallus's ass. He continued to pump into his ass as they both beastly moaned. With one final push Kanan cummed into Kallus as Kallus's dick erupted with cum. They both panted as Kanan slide it out. Kallus looked behind Kanan to see Zeb naked with his erect dick standing at full mast. He snuck behind Kanan and turned him around forcing his head down onto his cock. Kanan instinctively started to suck, with his ass sticking out towards Kallus. Kallus grabbed Kanan's ass and shoved his dick in. The humans turned Lasat and the actual Lasat would go all night. In the morning they would awake to discover the transformation was permanent. But they all looked at each other with lust and started to make out.

#transformation #animal transformation #star wars transformation #lasat transformation #gay transformation

[nicki0kaye]

you.

@mymblesbuir, you get it

that bitch was so ready to die. it was pure chance he was able to escape, and like. Obviously he does create a plan on the fly, but I think that shit was him moving on instinct. And even then, it was a CRAPSHOOT that the Ghost would catch his escape pod at all.

and there was no plan beyond that.

he barely integrates into the rebellion, is still talking like a bond villain, idk maybe its just how I see him, but the man is not adjusting. Not in how he speaks or carries himself, and that has to be a choice for such a calculating person. I do think there's an aspect of he just can't turn it off, but I also think that he just straight up doesn't know what he'd do if he DID. Like...he has no idea what to do with himself. He is consciously out of place, in part because he never thought he'd get out. I don't know if he still believes he should be out beyond, like, having no choice and also being a genuine asset for the rebellion.

idk, its just something I love to think about, how out of place he is and how conscious he must be of that fact and how much of it is his choice to remain so obviously Imperial-in-Rebel-Clothing. How much does the dissonance bother him? Is he doing it to keep ppl at a distance? Is he playing to ppls expectations or his own? Is he genuinely so focused on work that he doesn't care to loosen up or is he using work as an excuse to avoid having to rebuild outside the strict but known social parameters of the Empire?

is he genuinely comfortable in his own skin, or is it just the skin he's worn for so long, he can't trust what he might find underneath? There's so much more going on, after all. Him 'finding' himself is such a low fuckin priority.

I got to explore that a bit in my 'Meet the In-Laws' Kalluzeb fic for those curious. The context is he's met with his older brother, Tuz, who is giving him flack for covering his tattoos and keeping up a fake accent. Tuz insists it's because Alex was ashamed of his family. Alex goes off;

"I was an Imperial spy who had defected to the Rebellion," Alex hisses. He can hear his own voice going pitchy from stress, from the strain of keeping it lowered and this private conversation private, but he has to explain, or more accurately, he couldn't stop himself from explaining, now, if he tried. It just has to come out. Tuz has no idea what wound he's prodding at– (Would Zeb? No, Alex has never told him, not in so many words. He's never told anyone.) "I was under constant scrutiny after–after nearly two decades of pretending to be a model example of the Empire's–of humanity's superiority, hunting down and snuffing out any descent! Do you know what would have happened if I suddenly dropped that act? Hmm? After switching sides? When everyone around me was scrutinizing my every move, because they either suspected or were out right certain I was some triple agent? Still bowing and scraping for the Emperor behind closed doors? All the grace I'd earned would have gone up in smoke, that's what. Wasted on something as juvenile as ego." Blood now pounding in his ears, Alex starts punctuating each declaration with a rough stab at the table. "They needed to trust me. I needed them to trust me so I could do my job! Yes, I hid my tattoos, because I didn't have time to waste, explaining how I got them and whether they were authentic. I didn't start talking like I used to because it didn't matter, and it would have only distracted from the karking war." He cuts himself off, there. Swallows down around the rest–how isolating it was, how claustrophobic it felt at times, how maddening the contradiction of it was, that he was free and still, voluntarily trapped in his Imperial costume. How he had so many selfish reasons for leaving the Empire and near all of them were set aside for the sake of the Rebellion, and that it ate at him– –that it eats at him still, 8 standard months out and still stuck in his ways, afraid of upsetting the tentative balance he's found with Zeb in their new home. It's choking him slowly, and still he clings to what he knows, falls back on the bad habits and the lies, continues to make excuses for why it just isn't 'the right time' to begin his soul searching, to find who he 'really' is. (When is he going to admit to Garazeb how afraid he is that there's nothing under the costume to find?)

#kalluzeb #kallus #nik v sw #fulcrum #obviously there's the fact he's a side character in an underfunded children's cartoon #but rebels has also never shyed away from showing how one action can completely remake them #esp in the later seasons #but its also season 4 and they had no money and no time and really needed to yeet Thrawn to wild space so I do understand

[cxbin-pxrsephone]

As someone who isn’t really in the Star Wars fandom anymore but still likes Star Wars content (and was a hugeeee rebels fan in its hay day), here’s some of my hopes, headcanons and Thoughts for Ahsoka. These mainly have to do with Jacen tbh

- Jacen’s hair is dyed, I’m not sure how genetics work, like at all, but I feel like he would naturally have brown hair like Kanan and maybe that’s the reason he had brown hair in the Lego set, I would think Sabine dies it for him so he can look more like his mom, I think the only trait we see from Hera is more so the green tips of his ears which haven’t been shown yet in live action. Honestly I don’t really mind if it’s not, I mainly just think having Sabine mention dying his hair would be adorable.

- I’d like to think Ezra maybe didn’t know about Jacen or that Hera was pregnant, it would just be interesting to see him be just as surprised about his existence as the rest of the rebels fandom when the finale first aired (because I literally fell of the couch when I saw him, nothing could’ve prepared me for that) it would be super emotional regardless of if he knew about him or not because either way they’ve still never met, and I’m sure Jacen has heard lots about Ezra and would love to meet him irl for the first time

- Zeb and Kallus. That’s it that’s all I need. Like I would love to see Kallus in live action and it would be great to see Zeb again, hopefully with him. I need to know how their honeymoon went on Lira San.

- A kanan reference. A direct Kanan reference. Please. I beg. It’s only been three episodes so there’s certainly still more time and I can understand why he hasn’t been brought up yet, but I’m sure he will at least once

- more disaster lineage from Sabine, obviously her and Ashoka’s relationship is developing and getting better but Anakin/ Ashoka never stopped causing chaos with their masters regardless of how they’d grown, so why should Sabine?

- I need Ashoka’s happiness, please. Her being more stoic and closed off makes a lot of sense given what’s she’s been through, I don’t really see it as ‘out of character’ because like. She’s seen a lot, she’s been through a lot, she’s dealt with a lot, and she’s just not a teenager/young adult anymore, I can see why she is the way she is now, plus there’s over half a decade we didn’t see of her life (that I know of), there’s a lot we don’t know that I hope is explored but even so, It would be nice to see her be happier again even if it’s over something small, we’ll probably get it when her and Sabine find Ezra.

- a Rex appearance! I’ll even take a reference, since it said in the rebel’s epilogue that he survived it would be great to see him as well or at the very least have him mentioned

- I really hope that Ezra doesn’t just show up at the very end, that he’s at least in one full episode. It’s been five years since the Finale and there’s been like, almost no sign as to where he’s been or how he’s been doing since the finale until now so it would be even more painful to have him only show up at the very end and then have to wait even longer for more on him besides the fact that he’d be alive.

- The wren family, correct me if I’m wrong but they weren’t in The Mandalorian? I think? Again I could be wrong I don’t pay that much attention, but if they weren’t in it I wonder where they could be, and if something did happen to them and if so maybe Sabine would mention it or they could have an appearance at some point too, although I really doubt it tbh, it would just be a nice addition also I just wanna see Tristan in live action

( edit, spoiler for episode 4: well. Probably not gonna have that last one 😭😭😭)

#the way I don’t even mention thrawn 😭 #sorry y’all I have priorities #he’s an amazing villain but I’ve been waiting since 2018 for my blueberry boy #also there’s a reason why I’m not in the fandom so please dont get onto me for these #ahsoka tv #ahsoka spoilers #jacen syndulla #Sabine wren #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #captain rex #Star Wars rebels #swr #the mandalorian

[cyberneticlagomorph]

"Hiya Barby!"

A hush falls on the crowd with all the suddenness and finality of a curtain dropped on a stage.

The old Knight that saunters through the sea of his underlings smiles at you the way a chimp does before it rips off someone's face.

You're smiling too, so wide and so hard that the scabs and barely healed skin under your gauze split and bleed like ripe fruit crushed between teeth. "Forgive me not for standing," You lift a leg as high as it will go, showing off charred flesh and the bare metal normally hidden underneath. "Still tender."

Lord Barnabas doesn't sit but he nods in understanding, a gesture that doesn't hide the disgust in his eyes. "Please refrain from using that nickname in the company of others, Prince Jack, someone might get the wrong impression of our relationship." His voice is deep and raspy, the voice of a man who has shredded his throat with yelling and ruined his lungs with a taste for fine cigars.

"Aww I thought you liked it when I called you Barby, isn't that what your wife calls you?" You tilt your head and flutter your eye lashes, watching the heat creep up Barby's neck like embers eating away at wood. The Lord's smile is tight lipped, straining against teeth you know he'd bury in your throat if he could.

"Indeed she does," Barnabas clears his throat. "Now that you have my attention, dear Princeling, what can I do for you?"

You ignore his insult and take a sip of tea from one of the many scuttling cups dancing across your table. "One of yours made an attempt on my life and put my family in danger, so per the Dictates you lot set into place, I am owed a debt."

A fraction of the tension in Lord Barnabas' broad shoulders melts away and he smiles again, genuinely, as a roar of a laugh shakes his enormous frame. "Is that all? You had me worried there! I will gladly pay for any medical expenses and have my Knights personally repair any damage you see fit."

"I intend to take my payment in flesh, Barnabas." You take another sip of tea, brushing away a very insistent jar of jam that wants your attention. "Zeb, I do believe that's what his name was, not only injured me on multiple occasions, but he set fire to my home, nailed cold iron to my door, and left witch bottles on my property." You pause, popping a gooseberry into your mouth "Not to mention the damage and disruption he caused in Fairyland."

The tension returns to Barby's shoulders, his heavy hands slamming on your table, sending dishware scurrying for safety. Several of the Knights behind him, young and old, flinch at the sound and go very still.

"A debt paid in flesh? For some childish antics, a bit of petty vandalism??" Lord Barnabas looks at you like you just suggested he preserve his head in a decorative gelatine mold and walk around naked. "Is this boy's life truly worth losing over such trivial matters?"

You snort into your tea. You don't use your real laugh often, but today is the perfect day to do so.

It's a harsh and horrible sound, distinctly disturbing and artificial. A stolen file so completely compressed and corrupted it's hard to tell that it's origin was ever human.

"I'm not going to kill him," You glance around the room "or any of you, unless you give me good reason, I want to adopt him."

"...like a pet?" Says the little monk from before, quickly silenced by a smack to the back of his head.

"Like a child." You give in to the jam's persistence and spread some on a slice of acorn bread saturated with butter. "He's obviously a very gifted and clever child, and you know how much I love clever children... besides it saves you the energy of punishing him and I won't tell the Council it was your fault the moon broke."

Lord Barnabas is very very red, from his neck to the tips of his ears, he is beet red and angry that some loathsome little fairy WHORE that stumbled its way into royalty thinks it can just waltz into HIS tower and threaten HIM of all people. He opens his mouth to speak, suddenly falling forward as the table he was leaning on vanishes with a snap of your fingers.

"I'll give you three days to decide, and if I do not have the boy by the end of those three days..." the shadows in the room tremble and bleed, spreading across the floor like spilled ink blooming black roses with glaring blue eyes, thorny vines, and toothy mouths that slither and stretch towards you, climbing up your legs until you are nothing but a dark shape with two glowing eyes and a sneering fanged maw. Your mouth is shut and smiling but your voice rattles from every oozing pool of blackness. "I'll show you why they call me the Prince of Hearts."

The shadows swallow you whole, dragging you down into their depths until there is nothing left in your place except an hour glass of black sand counting down the days.

#ic #action post

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Hera's Heroes"

*whispers* Is our favorite blue bastard back? Oh you betcha.

The episode title seems to be a reference to Hogan's Heroes, an old boomer-era TV show dark comedy sitcom about a P.O.W. camp in Nazi Germany.

...No listen, the charm is, I'm told, that the German officers are portrayed as bumbling idiots and the P.O.W.s basically run an entire clandestine resistance campaign right under their noses. So there are all kinds of shenanigans involved and a lot of taking the piss out of the Axis Powers and honestly some of it seems right in line with what kind of mischief the Rebels have been known to get into so the shoutout makes sense to me.

Anyway.

Cham and Numa return!

"The Empire is getting better at anticipating our moves!" Ha ha yeah he... he has a tendency to do that. It's a little scary sometimes.

Now taking bets on whether or not Thrawn showing up on Ryloth was premeditated in order to draw the Spectres out.

"My daughter is always serious." Lol, love how this joke comes back later.

This music cue is great, I love it. Lot of rapid build-up to the serious horn variation of "Shenanigans".

"You didn't think this through did you?" LOL love that awkward little noise the Scout Trooper makes, he's just like, "Oh..."

Zeb being a perfect big brother asking Ezra if he has the Scout Trooper set yet and knocking out the trooper awww.

Hugs! Lovely to see that Cham and Hera have repaired their relationship.

Yeeeeeeah I don't think it was Slavin that you underestimated, Cham. I think it's pretty heavily suggested it was actually Thrawn who ousted y'all from the house there.

Hera is a bit reluctant to include everyone in what's arguably a very personal and selfish mission but they're all for it, so into the fray we go.

I think I may have had a little mourning moment the first time I watched this, upon the realization that Ezra doesn't fit in his cadet uniform anymore.

Zeb nudging Kanan in the arm to let him know it's time to charge out. <333 And Sabine grabbing his wrist and keeping hold of it until they're both on the blurrg. See, little touches like this are great, just a nice subtle way of showing Kanan's blindness without calling direct attention to it.

Some really nice Hera and Ezra interaction this episode, I really liked that, they don't get to be on missions together much so this is refreshing.

Do we know if this is a reused asset from TCW? Looks almost too nice to be one lol.

:((((((

Droids can have PTSD apparently, Chopper is unusually sad about this crashed Y-wing, grieving his former pilot maybe?

*strains ears* This soft music-box like cue almost sounds like Leia's theme. It's too short and buried under the dialogue for me to tell and even Clone Gunner Commander Jedi doesn't have it extracted.

HHFHFHFFFFFHH FRICK.

The man can jumpscare me just walking into a room, gah.

"The Rebel activity is far from here." As Ezra and Hera are literally sneaking past them lol told you the reference to Hogan's Heroes was deliberate.

Oooh the harp in this cue, nice!

Chopper's finally over his drama in order to assist.

We return to Hera and co. after a brief setpiece back in the canyon and Chopper readily plays "malfunctioning droid" again for a distraction.

Hera smoothly slipping back into her Ryloth accent to try and deflect suspicion. <3

Ezra trying to at least stay next to her even if he can't break cover.

Thrawn already totally knows it's Hera.

Ohhhhh boy it's time for creepy Cultural Appropriation!Thrawn, with him analyzing the details of his opponents' culture and traditions in order to find ways to hurt and oppress them more effectively for the Empire.

Since he studied up on Twi'lek culture he knows what a kalikori is, and its significance. Therefore he knew immediately that someone trying to smuggle one out of the compound would have to have some kind of personal emotional connection to it. This kalikori was found in Cham Syndulla's office, ergo, family of Cham Syndulla. Ergo, obviously, Hera Syndulla, noted Rebel insurgent.

See I kind of like this method of showing Thrawn's "strategic art analysis", which was practically magic bullshit in the original Heir To The Empire trilogy. Thrawn comes across as brilliant but not OP here, instead.

By the way, "Thrawn's Web" is the perfect musical leitmotif for him. Creepy plinky music box notes giving way to slowly building cathedral organs, ominous and refined.

I almost feel like I need to take a shower after this exchange it's so freaking creepy. Thrawn almost exotifies Hera here, breathlessly gushing and envious about how she was "forged" by war, while he merely studies it from the outside.

Making Hera the primary rival/foil to Thrawn was a really inspired decision for Rebels, contrasting her passion to his apathy, her warmth to his cold sterility. The villainous respect he has for her makes their interactions cordial with a hostile edge.

Plus, with all his focus on Hera, identifying her as the primary threat, he completely misses all the Force Bullshit that Kanan and Ezra are capable of throwing at him lol.

After all, he repeats the idea, "To defeat an enemy you must know them." and as he later confesses to Ezra in the finale he doesn't know the Force.

(It's almost impossible for him to know, Palpatine has spent so much effort destroying and hoarding other Force disciplines. Way to screw yourself Palps.)

Worried spacemom when Thrawn stuns Ezra. <33333

:((((

Thrawn's picky insistence on using the "correct" pronunciation of Hera's name is also creepy.

Thrawn: "Really too bad you're probably gonna be executed immediately. Anyway I'm taking your family heirloom for my art collection, definitely not as some kind of sick trophy of my besting you noooooo not at all." Hera: "Kriff you, bastard!"

Thanking Hera for her "hospitality" when the Empire literally invaded and occupied her house, he's such an asshole. It's great. I love him.

Ngl, not gonna lie, really dig Feral!Thrawn. I have a thing about seeing normally calm, stoic characters just completely lose their shit and go berserk. ('s'why I took Thrawn through a slow Villainous Breakdown in my "Mirrorverse" series.) Even this brief loss of control is just *mwah*.

"What'd I miss?" He's so cute.

"And my daughter is not important?!" Awww, see, character growth!

Love this conversation, Ezra reassuring Hera that he doesn't regret coming along to support her on this.

Chopper running full tilt into Ezra lol.

Hera gave the murderbot permission to find and plant explosives, uh-oh, ha ha.

Caps that could easily be watercolor paintings number 337.

Slavin seems very confident and snooty. Something that becomes a pattern on the show is that Thrawn will let more incompetent underlings fail so he can learn more about the Rebels, will set them up to fail sometimes.

Also something I noticed before but this little moment reminded me, the Stormtroopers tend to be pretty rough with Ezra, they're always shoving at him or manhandling him for absolutely no reason, they're just petty.

Chopper laughing maniacally as he plants the detonators. <3

"You were serious?!" You're the one who said she was always serious my dude, lol.

Impressive move from Kanan, redirecting that rocket at the AT-DP.

You know I think maybe Thrawn likes the cat and mouse thrill, obviously he sacrifices smaller victories for eventual much larger ones but I also think he's just really into having a worthy opponent.

Preeeeeettyyyyyyyyyy.

Hera talking about how her mother's memory is kept alive via the love that Hera's Found Family shares, while Zeb is giving Ezra noogies in the background aaaaah I love it.

I think I remember wanting this episode to have been a little longer??? Not quite sure why I thought that now, maybe I just really wanted more of it at the time.

Thrawn gets his first personal up-close encounter with the Spectres and even if he's hands off about actually closing the trap on them this episode we can tell he's got major plans coming, and is factoring what he learned about Hera specifically into them for later. This did annoy certain fanbros who forgot that this was Thrawn's whole thing and decided it was Plot Armor because kids show but frankly I ignore those types of people and my fandom experience is better for it.

As I already said, love the Hera-Ezra interaction, love the music, this episode is honestly a bit laid-back and unassuming compared to the tense premiere and dramatic previous episodes. Lulls you into a false sense of security. Just like Thrawn. XD

I'll be talking more about him later, trust me, I have Opinions™.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog #fair forwarning i tag any post in which i take the piss out of thrawn as: #dunking on the blue bastard #so if you're not here for that that's what you blacklist

[thatonegreyghost]

More thoughts for Hunger:

Zeb loves loudly. He spends time with people, checks up on them, drags them away from their work when they need a break. He's loud and obvious with it, because why shouldn't he be vocal about it, about caring for the people he loves, about showing his affection for them?

Kallus loves quietly. He slips people presents, rearranges schedules to allow for time off, listens to them when they need an open ear. He's quiet and quick with his love, because pointing it out is egotistical and there's no need to be vocal about it, so why should he?

#star wars #star wars rebels #kalluzeb #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #more thoughts #Zeb: im going to buy you a drink!!! how was your mission? #Kallus: you look tired. im going to shuffle some things around so you can rest

[gettiregretti]

Ohh, I just saw your wips and am curious about Clandestine!

(btw i love your titles. always so good.)

Thank you so much! I usually just sit in pure silence for like twenty minutes, hovering over an open WIP that has just been feverishly typed out, asking the universe to give me a title that I’ll remember next time I open google docs lolol

Anyway Clandestine is the fic version of the Galactic Courtesan au. It’s currently very short because I’m not entirely sure what to do with it

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“I doubt highly that Miss Wren or General Syndulla would relish the role,” Kallus cuts in smoothly. “A force user would be too great a risk-“ he hears Kanan mutter some sort of relief from one corner of the table. “And Zeb is difficult to make inconspicuous, with the greatest respect.”

“None taken,” Zeb shrugs. “I’m a shite actor anyway.”

“I think Ezra expected Intelligence to send someone for the role,” Kanan interjects.

“They did,” Kallus fixes him with a pointed look.

“Someone with specific gaming house experience-“ Hera muses.

Kallus turns around and unfurls. His stiff posture becomes fluid, hips rolling as he suddenly stalks Kanan across the room. His body is sinuous. Zeb is caught like a fly in a honey trap; utterly unable look away from the new shape of him. He is different. Suddenly he is all confidence, just oozing seduction. Long legs draw Kallus in a crawl across the dining table, and he pins Kanan to the back of the booth with one hand.

They all watch, stunned, as Kallus leans in close to Kanan’s ear and whispers lowly. A strange restraint takes hold of all of them, the moment holding them on the precipice of awkward laughter and tense anticipation. Kanan slowly gets more and more crimson. He shifts in his seat, and when he lifts a hand to cover his cheeks, Kallus catches it and licks directly up his middle finger.

“Okay, okay! I believe you!” Kanan admits, voice higher than usual. He stands fast enough to jolt the table. Cups rattle. Zeb wants to throttle him.

Kallus runs a hand through his hair and sits up straight again, all evidence of his earlier persona melted away into stoic, low-level irritation once more. He slides off the table like he was never on it.

“What the, and I cannot stress this enough, fuck was that?” Sabine asks, breaking the moment. Around her everyone erupts with questions.

#kalluzeb #galactic courtesan au #getti writes #this one is also self indulgent #I was raised on 2002 fanfic everything was like Mulan Rouge #a part of those terrible days will always live within me #edit: I love autocorrect making it Mulan Rouge. now that would be a hell of a Disney movie