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goosewriting · 2 years ago

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Why? Because.

summary: reader gets trapped with an injured Zeb in a cave, and they come clean about their feelings.

relationship: Zeb Orellios x GN reader

warnings: mention of injury, blood, age gap i guess?

word count: 3.6k

A/N: i loved zeb in rebels and lost my marbles when he appeared in the mandalorian. and statistically speaking i can’t be the only zeb girlie (gender neutral), right? so this one goes to all of you out there, wherever you may be <3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It has been some time since you joined the Ghost crew, and you’re happy to say that you get along with everyone (except maybe Chopper at times). They had kinda taken you in like they ended up letting Ezra stay, though you were no Jedi. So the running joke was that Kanan brought “strays” on board. But you did and still do try your best to pull your weight around. You’re extremely thankful they decided to let you stay and considered you skilled enough to keep around.

Your homeworld had been brought to near extinction, similar to how Zeb’s planet got destroyed, so now you have no place to go back home to either. Hence why you got along with him from the start. He seemed gruff on the outside but you could see through it; that was the façade of a man who lived through pain and regret. But you know beneath it lies a rather charming personality and a caring friend.

A friend you like a little bit too much perhaps. A friend you find yourself drawn to constantly, torn between pushing your feelings aside and letting them out into the world.

That’s a problem for later though, because right now, you find yourself running for your life next to Zeb.

The latest mission brought the team to a wild jungle on some desolate planet, and you and Zeb got separated from the group. With the Empire hot on your trails, no less, because why would you have a normal, relaxing day? That would be boring.

You trip over a root peeking out from the ground littered in leaves, but catch your step just in time to keep running. The vegetation is dense, and you can’t really see much ahead of you except for splotches in several shades of green. Your legs are carrying you as fast as they can, but you can feel their stamina draining rapidly as your lungs burn, begging for a break.

From somewhere above you, you can hear the unequivocal engine of a TIE fighter, and you instinctively duck. You call out to Zeb, who’s a couple of metres ahead of you.

“They’re getting closer!” you scream at him.

“Then run faster!” he retorts over his shoulder.

“Well that’s easy for you to say!” you tell him between your breaths. “Look at your legs compared to mine!”

Suddenly, Zeb disappears from your view, swallowed by a dense bush. You do hear him cry out in surprise though.

“Zeb!” you call for him, worried.

Without lowering your speed, you take the last couple of steps to reach the point where he was, pushing the leaves out of your way, when your foot suddenly lands on air instead of the ground. Imitating the Lasat’s earlier scream, you also fall, as the vegetation had hidden away the very abrupt stop the cliff came to, the edge ending at a nearly perfect 90 degree angle, which sent you tumbling downwards.

On the way down, you feel yourself hit the side of the hill with an “oomph!”, then continue rolling down, protectively holding your arms over your head however you can, given the speed you’re spinning at.

When you finally make it to the ground, you hit a dead trunk with your back. For a second all air is knocked out of your lungs as you come to a sudden stop, and you need a second to recover your breath. Everything is still spinning, you hold your head, and all you can see are blurs of greens, yellows and browns.

After taking a moment to reorient yourself, you call out to Zeb. The only response you get is a pained groan from a little further away. You get to your feet, ignoring the pain that shoots up from your knee to your hip. The contents of your backpack got strewn around, so you go around hurriedly collecting everything before looking for Zeb. Following the sound of his grunts and heavy breaths, you find him leaning on a rock. You almost drop your pack when you notice the thick branch impaled in his side. He must have hit a tree on the way down.

You approach him quickly, kneeling down at his side.

“Hey, hey,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face. “Stay with me!”

“Ugh…” is all the response he can muster.

You check your comm; it’s busted.

“Where’s your comm, Zeb?” you ask. He paws at his leg with a groan.

You rummage through his pockets and take out the device, which is all but flattened. Great.

“We have to find shelter somewhere,” you say, getting up to your feet.

Taking a look around, you realise it all looks the same. The trees are so dense that you can’t even properly see the sky. Turning back to Zeb, you catch him just in time how he’s about to pull out the branch stuck in his abdomen. You fall back to your knees and swat away his hand.

“Leave it!” you order. “If you pull it out now you’ll bleed out.”

He growls, but doesn’t fight you. Taking in his state, you suddenly feel lost and small and helpless.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Zeb!” You try to sound threatening.

“‘Tis but a flesh wound,” he says with a chuckle that quickly turns into unpleasant sounding coughs.

Great, he's delusional.

“Did you break anything?” you ask him, checking for injuries. “Can you move your arms, legs, fingers?”

He first moves his ankles around, then slightly lifts one leg. With the other one he inhales sharply as it is the one on the side where he got hit.

“How about your hands?” you continue.

You talk to him in an attempt to keep him conscious. Meanwhile you rummage through your backpack for a rope. Zeb tries moving his arms but with his right one he groans in pain.

“Think i’s broken,” he says through gritted teeth, then his face starts relaxing, his eyes about to close shut.

“Hey, no no no. Look at me,” you demand, waving your hand in front of his face again; no response. “Hey!”

You slightly slap his cheeks, and his eyes snap open to shoot you a half-glare. Then you look down and see he’s losing blood, fast.

“Dank farrik, Zeb!” you curse, looking around again. Your gaze falls on the Lasat one last time before you run in the opposite direction you fell from, looking for some sort of shelter. Not far, you luckily find a cave.

Running back to him, you fall to your knees at his side once again.

“Wake up! I can’t carry you alone!” you demand, desperation starting to creep into your voice.

But he’s too weak to stand up, so you pass the rope you had under his armpits and back, throwing the ends over your shoulder, and pulling with all your might to drag him. He drifts in and out of consciousness but tries helping you with his legs and good arm.

It takes you what feels like an eternity and a full workout to drag him into the cave, and just in time. Of course, it has to start raining. You wonder how the water even gets down here when the trees seem to have built a solid roof over the whole place.

Once you have Zeb in the cave, you take a moment to shake some life back into your limbs. Don’t fail me now! you plead with your arms and legs, and you get to work. Using some wood you found on the way here you build a makeshift splint for his broken arm. Then you prepare some bandages, bacta patches and bacta gel. You’re glad that you weren’t carrying anything in glass vials in your backpack that could have broken; all supplies survived the fall.

You kneel at Zeb's side, whose forehead is now covered in a thin layer of sweat; he’s probably running a fever. You exhale slowly through your nose, trying to calm yourself for what you’re about to do.

“Zeb, I’m gonna take it out now, okay?” you warn him, pointing to the branch he got impaled with. “This is gonna hurt… I’m sorry.”

“Ugh… Just- just do it,” he replies with shallow breaths.

“Okay,” you say more to yourself than him, and place your hands around the splintered branch. “One, two, three!”

As you pull out the piece of wood, Zeb clenches his teeth with a groan, and blood comes gurgling out of the wound. You’re quick to generously apply the bacta gel to disinfect the area, put a bacta patch on top and some gauze over it all to stop the bleeding. It takes a little bit of effort on both sides to get Zeb to lift his back enough so you can wrap the bandage around him, but it works.

Now that the most critical part is taken care of, you inspect him further. He’s got a couple of scratches on his arms and face. You take a clean piece of gauze and step to the cave entrance to dampen it in the rain, then come back inside and start cleaning the dried blood and grime off him as best as you can. He tries swatting you away with his good arm a couple of times.

“‘S okay. Take care of yourself first,” he speaks through heavy breaths. But you insist.

Once you're sure you cleaned him up to the best of your abilities and minimised the risk of something getting infected given your precarious situation, only then do you repeat the process for yourself. You also got a couple scratches all over you, and you're sure your back and hip are gonna bruise because of that rock earlier.

Once you're done cleaning yourself up, you sit back and heave a deep sigh. For a moment, the cave is silent save for Zeb’s laboured breathing and the patter of the rain. You take a moment to think about what the next best course of action is. You need water, food, and you have to find a way to contact the Ghost.

From your backpack you take out your busted comm. Zeb’s one got absolutely obliterated, but yours seems in better condition.

“Hey, do you think that we could fix this and send some message to Hera at all?” you ask.

Zeb is struggling to keep his eyes open, trying to focus on the device you’re holding in front of him.

“Do- d’you know how to… rewire?”, he asks.

“Not really… but you can talk me through it?” you offer.

It takes several attempts, but through broken sentences and you having to shake Zeb awake a couple of times, you actually do it. You manage to more or less recall your coordinates given your last known position before the fall, and send that plus the fact that Zeb is hurt. You couldn't fix it enough to know if it actually got through or if you received a response. But you hope and pray to the Force and every other deity out there that Hera and Kanan got the message and come to find you soon.

Now that that is taken care of, you go through your mental list again. Next up: water and food.

You give your past self a pat on the back for packing so much stuff when everyone said the weight would just slow you down. You could really never know when you’d need all this.

You find your emergency light; it's like a bag filled with gel that emits both light and warmth. You hit it in the right spot to activate it and place it next to Zeb, who’s starting to tremble slightly, you now notice.

Your water canteen is a bit banged up but still usable, so you step to the cave entrance to collect some rainwater. While you're here you focus on any sounds of ships or blasters, but you only hear the jungle around you.

You take a couple of swigs from the bottle, then fill it back up. With a sigh, you go back into the cave and take out one last thing from your backpack: ration bars. Not the yummiest but enough to get out of a pinch.

You offer Zeb some water, which he accepts. After he’s done drinking, he leans his head back down with a groan. It must be uncomfortable. Unfortunately, you didn't bring any shock blankets or anything. In fact you don't even have a jacket because of the planet’s tropical weather.

You look up at the cave’s roof again, ticking off the items from your mental list. Now that everything is taken care of, there’s only one thing to do: wait. And hope for the best. Your nose crinkles at the thought. Waiting is the worst part.

Zeb’s shuffling as he moves around trying to find a comfortable position to lie in catches your attention. You grab your blaster and move in between him and the cave wall.

“Here,” you say softly and carefully lift his head to sit down, so he can use your lap as a pillow while you lean back onto the cave wall. You prop up your hand with the blaster on your other leg, aiming at the cave entrance. “You rest up now. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”

He groans, trying to get comfortable, and then silence surrounds you two.

You’re trying to keep watch but your eyes keep drifting back to the Lasat on your lap. His breathing is evening out, so you assume he’s trying to fall asleep. You take a moment to roam over his face, his meiloorun shaped head, his big ears, his beard. You notice the wrinkles between his brows, a testament to his almost constant scowl, and you have to gather every ounce of self control in your body not to smooth out the skin with your fingers.

“I can feel you staring,” he remarked suddenly, startling you. He opens his eyes and looks up at you.

“Sorry…” you apologise with a sheepish smile.

He holds your gaze for a second longer than you’d have deemed necessary, then closes his eyes again and turns his head slightly away from you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, softer this time.

“Huh? Like what?” you ask.

“Like a sad, lovestruck Loth-pup.”

Heat rises up to your cheeks, and you turn your face away as well, but then realise that you don’t care anymore if he sees you. You knew that at some point you had developed a crush for the guy but you’ve been trying your hardest to push the feelings down, and evidently failed. It did occur to you that lately things seemed to have changed; but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. So you weren’t imagining it after all, the lingering looks and quick glances your way when he thought you weren’t looking.

And if he really decides to bring this up in a cave in who knows where, then so be it. You might as well have the conversation you’ve been procrastinating on right here and now, since he can’t really run away either.

“That’s not how I would describe it,” you start. “But I can’t help it…”

“You can do better,” he says, still not looking at you.

“Try me,” you retort.

He hesitates for a second, considering if he should give in to this or not. For an instant you think that’s it, and are about to keep watch again, but then he speaks.

“I’m old, and scarred,” he tries to convince you.

“You’ve lived through a lot of things, and yet you kept your kind soul,” you counter, ready to disarm any argument he gives you.

“I get angry easily.”

“You have a strong sense of justice.”

“I’m stubborn.”

“So am I,” you say with a chuckle.

He sighs deeply, and finally turns to face you.

“Why? Why me?” he asks and you can tell he’s genuinely wondering.

“Do I need a reason?” you ask, slightly shrugging your shoulders. “When I’m with you, I feel safe, and understood.”

“Who knew the bar was so low,” he teases, and you playfully nudge his shoulder.

“I’m serious. You’re someone I know I can confide in, someone who can read the room and differentiate playtime from ‘time to be serious’. You get things done. You’re loyal. You know what you want and what you fight for,” you recount. Then with a smile and a poke to his cheek, you add, “And for all it’s worth, I do think you’re rather handsome.”

Zeb makes a sound between a snort and a mock-offended gasp, averting his eyes from yours. You could swear his ear just twitched as well. Is that his tell-tale sign for when he’s flustered? Cute.

He remains silent, looking back to you with a soft gaze that holds something else, maybe resignation, or a little bit of sadness.

“But, you know, now that we’ve established how I feel, I do wonder about you,” you point out. “You don’t have to answer now, though. In fact, you don’t have to answer at all if you don’t want to–”

“That wouldn’t be fair, now would it?” he cuts you short.

“Then, do you have anything you want to add?” you ask, hopeful.

He thinks about it for a moment, then gives you an apologetic look.

“Whatever it is I want to say, I don’t think I could properly put it into words right now,” he says, gesturing to himself. “Let’s continue this conversation when I’m… not on the possible brink of death?”

“Right,” you answer, only slightly disappointed, but you try not to show it.

“And hey,” he calls for your attention, and you look back at him. “Thank you.”

“You would have done the same thing for me,” you smile back at him, thinking he means treating his wound.

“Not just for patching me up”, he remarks. “Also for… For your words. And honesty. I can’t deny it’s nice to have someone like you looking at me the way you do. Hopefully I can be half as eloquent as you.”

He then takes your hand with his good one, bringing it to his chest. Once again, you feel your face burn. Zeb Orellios is holding your hand. While his head rests on your lap no less. With that little spurt of courage you just got from his gesture, you lean down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He squeezes your hand lightly at that, sighs, and closes his eyes.

You lean back up, resting your head on the hard cave wall behind you, but you don’t mind. You’re on cloud nine right now.

Just as you remind yourself that you’re supposed to be on watch, you hear some rustling from outside. Quickly you lift the blaster, pointing at the entrance. It sounds like someone is approaching. You aim, and–

“Found them!”

It’s Sabine.

You slump back onto the wall, lowering your weapon, letting go of the breath you were holding.

“Are you guys okay?” she asks as she approaches you.

“I got away with just a couple bruises, but Zeb got essentially skewered, and I think his arm is broken,” you explain, turning to show her the wound on his abdomen and tell her how it happened, when you realise Zeb is still holding your hand.

You stop mid-sentence, your eyes meeting Zeb’s, who’s looking at you with a cheeky smirk. That little–

“What happened? Are you okay?” Now it’s Ezra’s turn to step into the cave.

You let go of Zeb’s hand to carefully remove yourself from under him and stand up. You manage to get up but are a little wobbly on your legs, since you’ve been sitting for so long. Sabine quickly helps to support you and guides you outside.

Kanan is the last to get into the cave. With Ezra they try their best to support Zeb to walk but he’s still too weak to get up, so they decide to essentially fly him just outside of the cave by means of the Force, where the Phantom is parked. Zeb did not like that one bit.

– – – – –

Bonus:

Once Zeb is in his bunk on the Ghost with fresh bacta patches and bandages, you give him one last once-over to check if he’s comfortable.

“Anything else you need?” you ask him, packing the remaining gauze and bacta you didn’t use into the first aid kit.

“I think a ‘get better kiss’ would help,” he says matter-of-factly.

You jump a little, his comment having taken you off-guard.

“Well I’m no doctor, but let’s see what I can do,” you try saying as nonchalantly as possible, but your flustered cheeks betray you.

You gently hold his face as you kiss the bridge of his nose, right between his eyes.

“Uhm?!” comes a startled noise from Ezra who’s standing at the now open door. Oh right, for a second there you forgot they shared the room.

“Is this gonna be a thing from now on?” the boy asks, pointing between you and Zeb.

You don’t really know how to answer because you haven’t had the second part of your conversation yet, but the Lasat chuckles and folds his good arm under his head.

“You better knock from now on,” is all he says and proceeds to close his eyes to nap.

“But it’s my room too?” Ezra looks at you for help, but you just shrug with an apologetic smile.

Walking past him, you go to your own bunk, trying to calm your pounding heart on the way.

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yourmumsc0ck · 3 years ago

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Friends?

Summary: Sabine gets a bit jealous when you run into an old friend

Sabine Wren x Fem!GhostCrewR (she/her used)

Word count: 2.2k

"When you said 'I know a place'," Sabine mumbles, looking around the back alley with a hint of wariness, "I didn't know you meant a place to get murdered."

"Never thought I'd hear a Mandalorian so worried for their own safety," I smirk, taking a few more well-versed turns and jumps to get through the cramped space.

"It's just that I saw a nice enough place out on the main square," she continues, "but instead-"

"-instead, I'm taking you to the best bar this side of the west spice triangle," I reiterate what I had told her earlier. Honestly, I'm taking her this far because I just wanted us to get away from the others for once.

She pauses, turning the final corner right behind me. Rapid blurs of holo-ads and brightly-illuminated signs envelope the small dead end. She appears uncertain at first, but her curiosity soon grows, "How do we get in?"

"No travellers 'find' this place, so the only ones who use the front door are Imps. The bell on the door may as well be an alarm siren," to our right, I push back a few weathered shirts hanging on a washing-line, before pulling a large metal panel (discreetly screwed onto hinges) aside. With the press of a well-worn blue button, the back door a few steps below slides open silently. I gesture her forwards, "After you, madam."

"Shut up," she lightly shoves me down the steps ahead of her, closing up the entrance behind us. As we walk through, she still appears sceptical, "I'm still not sure why we're here: it doesn't seem... safe."

"So, I'm sure you'll fit right in," I laugh lightly, as we navigate the small underpass, "Anyways, everyone in the system knows this place. It may as well be folk lore."

We approach a final door, which has another dented blue button. Above, hangs a small red and blue sign: 'FLAYZ DROID REPAIR SHOP, SPA RETREAT, EATERY AND NAVI-MAP UPGRADERS'.

"Business owners needed to diversify 'round here," I explain, before ducking slightly to enter. Immediately, we're hit by a wall of sound, flashing lights and the distinct smell of cheap alcohol. I lean down, basically yelling into her ear to be heard, "You needed to have some fun."

"So you took me to a party?! We could've blown up few imperial transports and that would've worked too," she complains, her freshly-dyed hair flopping into her eyes. Looking around, she seems warily suspicious of anyone who even glances our way.

"Everyone in here is a name you would recognise one way or another," I ignore her previous comments, ordering us two drinks. The bustling floor moves constantly, never fixing in a constant position for more than a second.

Just as I do, a hand clasps my shoulder, "(Y/N)? No... it can't be!"

I turn, meeting the piecing eyes of a long-missed blonde, "Vel, it been so long!"

I immediately hug her, which is reciprocated warmly. We talk for a moment, until she looks over my shoulder and smiles warmly, "And I see you have befriended a Mandalorian."

"Oh, right, of course," me eyes widen, realising that I had completely forgotten to introduce them, "Vel Sartha, this is Sabine Wren."

She's usually the polite conversational type, but I see a firmly-set stare blazing Vel's way. She nods stiffly after a moment, only adjusting her deflector cuffs between her fingers.

"She's not always the most talkative, sorry," I lie, trying to relieve the slightly awkward tension which had momentarily settled.

"No worries, I- have you redone your hair! Again!" Vel reaches up, bringing my now shimmering blue hair - which is done up in its usual mix of plaits, interweaving braids and flowing loose sections - to the light. She admires it for a second, "It suits you. Better than that horrible red you did back at school, that's for sure."

"No, no that was your fault. You mixed the wrong amount of both sachets and turned half my hair a sludgy green!" a retort, laughing as the waiter hands us our drinks. She joins my laughter, placing a light hand on my forearm as she smiles humorously.

"So, what brings you two to this end of the galaxy? No less Flayz?" she questions as she takes a sip of her drink, looking up at me from the rim of her glass.

"Oh, well Sabine here needed to have a bit of fun for once," I turn and gesture to the Mandalorian beside me. However - despite her earlier amusedly sarcastic reaction to my almost identical comment - her face is set in a solid stone expression, her eyebrows narrowed above her darkened eyes.

"Your plan seems to be going amazingly," Vel smirks, watching the two of us closely with a light, mischievous glimmer shimmering in her eyes. She sets the glass down on the bar top and places a light hand on top of mine, finding the thick, painted band on my fore-finger and tracing over it lightly. Smiling, she says, "Well, sadly my transport back to Chandrila is here soon; you should really visit sometime. Bring friends: I'd love to meet who you run with now."

"Mhm, you'll love them. We're quite a... rabble," I smile, looking back to Sabine. Her thoroughly distasteful - bordering on almost loathful - look averts from Vel to me for a split second. However, in this short time her eyes soften slightly and her expression relaxes minutely at the mention of our family on the Ghost.

"I'm sure I will: you always had a knack for finding the right kinds of people," the Chandrilan states with a faintly knowing smile.

"And what's that meant to mean?" I quirk an eyebrow in questioning, taking a small gulp of my colourful drink.

"Oh," her eyes dart over my shoulder to Sabine for a moment, before she gives me a teasing smile, "You know exactly what I mean."

And with a short hug and peck on the cheek, she disappears out into the dense fog of drunk party goers. I smile to myself, happy that I had bumped into such an old and good friend.

"I think we should go," Sabine states, downing the last of her rather strong drink. I turn to face her, watching how she avoids all direct eye contact as she fiddles around with all of the clips and buttons on her armour.

"Look, I'm sorry, Sabine," my shoulders sag slightly as I reach out to her arm reassuringly. We'd known each other for enough time now that she was comfortable with these small tactile advances, yet she now intentionally moves her arm out of the way to scratch the back of her neck. My hand drops, as I look into the bottom of my empty glass, "I know this isn't really your scene."

"Everyone in here is a criminal," she states.

"Including us, don't forget," I point out.

"But we're not those types of criminals: we're not imminently dangerous."

"Those explosives on your belt say otherwise."

"She was dangerous," Sabine says, after a moment as she gestures to the third glass on the bartop.

"Vel? Vel's not dangerous," I huff, wishing I had another drink to 'sip' on, "impulsive and reckless maybe, but not dangerous."

"I know the eyes of a criminal," she says firmly, "and she... the way she looked at you... she..."

"How did she look at me, Sabine?" I ask, confused.

"With these narrowed eyes, and smirk that may as well have had fangs and a Loth-snake's tongue..." she insists, in the nervous way where she trips over her smaller words so they end up all in a garbled mess of almost indiscernible nonsense, "she just... she wasn't safe."

"So you care deeply for my safety now, hm?" I tease, a small smile playing on my lips.

"What?! No!" she says a little too quickly and rehearsed.

"No?" I repeat, quizzically.

"No, I do care, but she had her hands all over you, and you were all distracted by that smooth voice she had, and that look. She could've injected you with anything. Or maybe she would've stabbed you or slipped something in your drink. Or a tracker. Or on that ring that I made you that she was so obviously fascinated by-" she reaches down and begins to check the brightly decorated ring for any sign of tampering.

She continues to incessantly ramble and fuss, "-Or in your hair. Or when she kissed your cheek in that brief hug that she wanted to run from so quickly. She ran like she was like a criminal escaping from a crime scene. What if her lipstick had a chemical agent in it? Poison, toxins, nano-droids -"

Her hand was now resting on my cheek, as the pad of her thumb rubs lightly over my cheekbone as she checks for anything. As her jumbled and stumbling speech comes to an apparent end, she almost freezes at the moment she realises her position. Her eyes widen in alarm, yet her hand stays firmly where it is, as if trying not to startle me.

"You think the cousin of the Chandrilan senator... has nano-droids in her lipstick?" I question, a breathy laugh escaping my slightly parted lips.

"You can never be too sure. And we're rebels: we're not mean to trust people," she explains, slowing her speech to control what she says, "And I don't like her, no less trust her."

"Well, you trust me. So, maybe," I begin, knowing that a small - but definitely noticeable - smirk had emerged on my lips, "you're just jealous that I have other friends-"

"-Friends?!" she exclaims, earning a look from a pair of twi'lek party goers walking by. She swallows stiffly, glancing awkwardly to the side, "She didn't look at you like a friend. No one is that tactile with just a friend."

"Really? So, only like your hand, which is still on my cheek," maybe it's the rainbow liquor talking, or I'm just feeling bolder than usual, "and those looks you've been giving me for a while now."

Her eyes immediately widen and her jaw slackens only slightly. Her breath catches as she quickly pulls her hand away, readjusts a panel of armour and suddenly finds the rim of her deflector cuff immensely fascinating, "I... I haven't been... you're..."

"Sabine..." I trace my fingers over the bright paint work on her forearm. Her chest heaves steadily, still unable to meet my eyes, "it's okay."

Despite not specifying what was okay, we both knew what I meant: it was okay that we weren't just friends, even if we never said it out loud. She finally looks at me, her shoulders sagged and her fiddling ceased. She seemed relieved, as if a trade cart of spare parts had been lifted from her back. The inward ends of her eyebrows curve up, like the always did when she was wondering what to say.

I don't mind the silence: we've got other times to fill the gaps. Strands of her hair had fallen into her eyes, so I brush them away with a short tuck behind her ear.

Another pause.

Neither of us knew what to do now. Maybe I should say something. No, I should definitely say something, even if the silence was nice.

"I don't want to make things weird between us, but I do really like you," I admit, knowing backing down from those feelings was the coward's route, "and-

"-it's not weird," she interjects, her features suddenly becoming animated from their previously statuesque state. Reaching up to meet my hand, her fingers interlace through mine as she leans into my light touch, "because, I... I li-"

"-Spectre 2 to spectre 5, spectre 2 to spectre 5," the all too familiar voice of Hera cuts into both of our coms. The bubble around seems to pop, as the raucous rampage of noise around us becomes audible again.

Sabine sighs, eyes meeting mine with a humorous twinkle, "Copy, Spectre 5. What's going on over there?"

"Long story short, Ezra, Zeb and Chop went on a supply run into town," she knows she needn't say more, because we immediately exchanged a look of knowing, "We'll pick you up on the corner of sector B72."

"Copy that, Spectre 2. We'll be there."

"We? Oh, so you are with (Y/N)..." Hera replies, her voice teasing. After a moment, she continues, though her voice is a bit distant, "Pay up, Kanan."

"Seriously! They could just be getting supplies!" the equally distant voice of Kanan exclaims with exasperation.

"Spectre 2, Spectre 7," Hera comes back into clearer audio, "Where are you?"

Sabine's eyes widen, "Oh, uh, just looking for repair parts-"

"We're having a drink at a bar half a click south of the rendezvous," I cut in, rolling my eyes at her lame attempt at lying, "we'll be there soon, Spectre 2."

"I told you so, Kanan!" Hera exclaims, evidently proud of her accomplishment.

"Ugh, seriously!" Kanan grumbles in a way that I can almost picture his expression, "Maybe they're just there as friends."

"I thought the Jedi weren't meant to lie, love," Hera laughs, as the faint whir of the engines springs to life.

"I'm not..." Kanan responds, though evidently not convinced by his own words.

"At least I have the balls to admit I like her, Spectre 1," I laugh, pulling Sabine along behind me as we exit the bar into the alley, "maybe you should take a leaf out of my book."

#swr #rebels #hera syndulla #sabine wren #star wars #star wars rebels #Sabine wren x reader #sabine x reader #kanan jarrus #kanera #wlw #ezra bridger #garazeb orrelios

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thealtoduck · 2 years ago

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Escaping from Jabba the Hutt and joining the Ghost Crew…

Ghost Crew x Male Reader

Warnings: Reader is born in to slavery, star wars typical violence…

Summary: Reader escapes slavery from Jabba the Hutt and travels through the galaxy and meets the infamous Spectres…

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Having grown up in captivity inside Jabba’s palace you didn’t know anything of the world outside. Though you had heard stories from the bounty hunters and other patrons of the world outside.

From all the stories you had heard you began to long to leave and escape life as a slave. So you began forming an escape plan, you knew the plan needed to be fool proof as Jabba didn’t take to kindly when his slaves tried to escape him.

You started listening in to the Bounty Hunters telling anyone who’d listen stories of their daring escapes from the law. You took mental notes on what they did and adapted them for your plan. Soon enough you had created a plan to make to make your escape.

A transport ship from Mos Eisely would be stopping by to drop off some goods for Jabba so you planned to make your escape by sneaking on to the ship as they unloaded. You had managed to steal a cloak from one of the patrons who was too drunk to realise it what was happening.

So in the dead of night you draped yourself in the cloak and snook out the of the palace, you managed to get unoticed on board the ship and hide behind some of their other cargo. You sat dead silent as the crew of the ship got ready to leave.

Then you felt the ship began to vibrate and move which means it had probably began to fly back to Mos Eisely to pick up more cargo. You didn’t even know how long you were hidden until the ship docked in Mos Eisely you saw the door to the cargo room opening.

The crew came down and started unloading crates once more, the crew stopped outside and started dicussing something so you took the chance and snuck of the ship and on to the streets of Mos Eisely.

You knew you needed to find a way off the planet as someone would’ve probably noticed you were missing by now, so you went around looking for a job on any type cargo ship or salvage ship you could find.

Eventually you managed to find job on board a light freighter with a couple of scoundrels transporting illegal goods, which to you was better than staying on Tatooine.

They weren’t the most talented scoundrels though as they were easily captured by an imperial star destroyer. The whole crew including you were thrown in to their prision on board the star destroyer.

You remained in the cell for a couple days until one day when you got a cellmate. The door opened and a purple dude who was easiest described as a shaved wookie was thrown in to your prison cell by stormtroopers.

The door then closed and you took a closer look at the man, he was passed out. You tried to drag the man to the bed bud he wasn’t exactly light. So you gave up and waited for him to wake up.

After about an hour you saw that he began to move a little, he opened his eyes and sat up slowly. You heard him say quietly to no one in particular ”Imperial scum”. He then stood up and looked around the cell.

He was very tall, then his eyes fell on you in the corner of the cell. He tensed up and asked in a semi-hostile voice ”Who are you?”.

”I’m Y/n, who are you?” You returned his question unfazed by his size. ”Garazeb Orrelios but most people just call me Zeb” he said more calmly and sat down on the other side of the room probably realising you weren’t much of a threat to him.

The two of you sat in silence for a while until Zeb spoke up ”So how did a kid like you end up in an imperial prison” he asked you without the hostility in his voice. You were a bit confused at first but then you told him your story so far.

”Ol’Jabba huh… he’s probably not that happy” Zeb commented. ”How about you? How did you end up here?” You asked him. He told you how he and his crew had been on a mission that got a bit out of hand leading to him being captured by the empire.

He finished his story by saying ”Now i’m just waiting for them to pick me up”. ”I don’t think it’s that easy” You said doubtfully. Zeb smirked and said ”No, you’ll see”.

You and Zeb spent the next few hours talking and then the door to the cell opened revealing a stormtrooper and a stormtrooper cadet. You tensed up but Zeb just asked annoyed ”What took you so long?”. The troopers removed their helmets revealing a brown haired man and a boy with blue hair who looked to be around your age.

”Most people just say thanks” the blue haired boy said annoyed. ”Let’s get going before- Who’s this?” the brown haired man said looking at you. ”Oh, that’s my new friend Y/n, he’s coming with us” Zeb said. ”I am?” You questioned.

”Well i don’t think you wanna stay here so come on” Zeb and the others then led you out the cell. Zeb’s friends names were Kanan and Ezra and Kanan had given you the stormtrooper blaster he had carried to defend yourself with.

You had never used a blaster before so you made sure safety was on so it wouldn’t go off by accident. Which had happened a couple of times in Jabba’s palace when a patron got to drunk and started messing around with their blaster.

”Sabine and Chopper are turning off the tractor beam, we’ll meet them at the hangar” Kanan informed Zeb. You made your way to the hangar where their ship was kept. There was someone in a colorful armour and a orange astremech droid waiting for you.

”Who’s this?” the person you assumed was Sabine said looking at you. ”Zeb’s new friend” Ezra answered and you gave a small wave. The six of you then made your way into the hangar where several stormtroopers were waiting for you.

”Blast them” a stormtrooper yelled and they all aimed their blasters towards you. Zeb pulled you behind cover and his crew started shooting down stormtroopers. You peaked out with your blaster and took aim at one of the troopers.

You pushed the trigger and hit one in the chest. ”Good shot, kid” Zeb said. The boarding ramp for their ship lowered and you all ran on board the ship. The ship immediately started taking off. You followed Zeb to the cockpit of the ship where a green skinned twi’lek was steering the ship.

The ship flew away from the star destroyer as the empire tried shooting you down. ”Sit down kid you’re in for a rough ride” Zeb said and pushed you into the seat behind the twi’lek. Zeb then ran off somewhere.

”Hi, I’m Hera, nice to have some company” the twi’lek pilot said strangely cheerefully as they were running from the empire. The astromech called Chopper then entered the cockpit making a bunch of beeping noises. ”Chopper says ”Hi”” Hera told you. You turned to the droid and said ”Hi”.

After a small chase from the empire the ship eventually took off in to hyperspace leaving the star destroyer behind. The rest of the crew then came to the cockpit. ”That was a close one” Sabine said having taken of her helmet revealing her colored hair.

”So, where to now?” Ezra asked. ”I don’t know, we need to find a new job to get credits for fuel, we also need to find out what to do with our passenger” Hera said making everyone turn to you. ”Can we take you anywhere kid?” Hera then asked.

”I don’t know, you can just drop me off wherever you’re going next, thanks for the offer” you said. ”Uh… Kanan, Hera, could i talk to you in private” Zeb requested they nodded and you, Chopper, Ezra and Sabine left them in the cockpit. Sabine and Ezra tried to listen through the door. You then offered to polish Chopper as a thank you for helping rescuing you. Chopper accepted eagerly.

While polishing Chopper, Zeb, Hera and Kanan came back and Zeb smiled. Hera then said with a sad look ”Zeb told us about you and your past, i’m so sorry for what you must have gone through”. ”But we would like to make you an offer and it’s entirely up to you” she continued. ”How would you like to join our crew? Go on missions? Fight the empire?” she asked.

”I’d be happy to join your crew” you said happily making the crew smile. Zeb walked over to you and threw an arm around you and said ”Next time we land i’ll get you a real blaster better than that imperial one”.

#star wars rebels x male reader #star wars x male reader #star wars x male!reader #star wars rebels #star wars #garazeb orrelios x male reader #ghost crew x male reader #male reader #x male reader

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x-reader-things · 11 months ago

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Turned 19 on the 20th this week and anyways imagine A BIRTHDAY WITH THE GHOST??? HELLOO?????

They’d all be so sweet about it- TvT like a lot of the gifts would be handmade definitely, that or it took them a while to find the perfect thing to get you while on the run / getting supplies and everything-

And the food?? Amazing-

Different types of food from different cultures and different planets-

It’d be so nice- TvT

#star wars rebels x reader #the ghost crew x reader #ezra bridger x reader #sabine wren x reader #hera syndulla x reader #kanan jarrus x reader #garazeb orrelios x reader #x reader #platonic!garazeb orrelios x reader #platonic!kanan jarrus x reader #platonic!hera syndulla x reader #platonic!ezra bridger x reader #platonic!sabine wren x reader #platonic!reader #platonic x reader #my birthday was nice but #plan w / friend was canceled #rest of friends back to college #siblings not there for it bc of school + at different parents’ houses #rain #headache for most of the morning #got a cool new sketchbook though- :00 #no cake either bc money tight #held it together bc my mom wanted me to have a good day #still kinda sad about it tbh but it’s fine #i need to write more oml #work has me low on motivation and I am only working part time lmao

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 3 years ago

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The Jedi Are Dead (Star Wars Rebels x Male!Reader)

Main Masterlist

I'm fascinated by the idea of a jedi who's lost their path after order 66. Not necessarily one who turns to the dark side but one who leaves behind all parts of the jedi code and their past life as a keeper of the peace. They've become attached and refuse to lose everything like hey once did.

Also Bolt isn't an OC, he's an actual clone trooper I found from a clone wars comic🙃(Ben is because I'm lazy and it literally means son)

Word count: 1.9k

You lost so much when the republic fell.

The clone wars took so much from you, so many of your friends and even your master but order 66 took everything else away. You lost everything, you home, your family, the order and your purpose. You were forced into hiding. You had to create a whole new life after the fall of the republic. You had to remake everything, from a house to a living but you found someone to do it with.

You had a husband, a son, even a pet tooka, you'd moved on from your past life. Both you and your husband.

At least you thought so, after all you had a young son to protect now but with the rise of the rebellion and the broadcast a rebel named Ezra Bridger transmitted all across the galaxy you found yourself back in the fight (although in very small ways). That is until an unknown ship landed outside your farm.

"Papa! Buir!(father) Someone's here! There's a ship outside!" Your son, Ben yelled as he ran into the house. You looked at your husband worriedly before you both grabbed a weapon. He took a shovel and you took one of two blasters you had hidden in the house.

You quietly opened the door, aiming the blaster towards the ship as your husband hid Ben behind him. "Stay behind us Ben" He said as you got ready to shoot.

The ship's ramp lowered and you watched carefully to see who walked off.

They didn't look emperial to you but you couldn't take risks.

A green twi'lek walked out of the ship with her hands in the air.

"We come in peace" She said as she was followed by three Humans and a Lasat.

"Who are you?" You questioned them, never moving your blaster.

"Fulcrum sent us" She said and you looked at her confused then at your husband. It was his change in expression that worried you.

"Bolt, do you know these people?" You asked your husband and he nodded.

"They're the delivery guys I told you about" He said, lowering his shovel and you sighed, finally putting down your blaster.

"When you said delivery guys I expected someone with a speeder not an armed freighter" You complained as you relaxed a bit. Bolt for his part seemed sheepish at the missing information.

"Well I didn't exactly know what was coming" He said and you shook your head, you weren't mad at your husband but you were slightly disappointed.

The crew of the freighter looked at each other confused.

"So are we in the right place or not?" The youngest human asked and you felt something at the edge of your senses, something about him and someone else in the group.

"You're in the right place. My name is Bolt" Your husband said, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and on Ben's head. The little six year old was poking his head out from behind you curiously.

"This is my husband Y/N and our son Ben" He introduced and you nodded in greeting.

"Sorry about the blaster" He said and the Twi'lek in charge nodded.

"It's fine, you can never be too careful. I'm Hera, these are Kanan, Ezra, Sabine and Zeb" She said, introducing the crew behind her.

"You're a clone" The Lasat said and you stood protectively in front of your husband. "You got a problem with that?" You asked, you wouldn't allow anyone to disrespect your husband. You'd met after the war, both of you were fugitive's of the empire and he helped you understand and come to terms with what happened all that time ago. You couldn't imagine not having him with you.

"No, no, I just..." He trailed off.

"Come inside" Bolt said, he was always better with strangers than you.

You took Ben and let Bolt welcome your unexpected guests, going to prepare a pot of tea.

"Papa, who are the aruetiise?" (outsiders) Ben asked and you smiled at him.

"Their friends of your buir" You told him softly. Bolt has been mixing Mando'a into his speech for as long as you knew him so it was natural for your son to do the same. You even learned it yourself after spending so much time with him.

"But you almost shot them" He said and you laughed, he was perceptive that's for sure. It's gotten him in trouble plenty of times before.

"I've never met them before, you know we can't be too careful. Now how about you go outside and pick some herbs for the tea okay?" You asked him and he nodded, running outside to the herb garden.

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The Ghost crew sat around the small living room, there were a few pillows but most of the space was taken up by toys.

"Sorry about the mess, it's hard to get kids to clean up after themselves" Bolt said and Hera lightly glared at Ezra.

"Don't worry about it, I know how you feel" She said and Ezra looked offended for a moment before he moved on.

"So you three live out here alone?" He asked and Bolt nodded, his greying hair was still in the regulation cut only his hairline had receded quite a bit.

"It's safe, far from the empire or any other dangers" He answered.

Kanan felt uneasy, his time with rex had helped him get over his dislike of clones somewhat but it was still there and something was off about this house.

"We're just here to pick up the data chips, no need to intrude on your home" He said but Bolt dismissed him.

"Nonsense, you came all the way here and we're happy to host you for dinner" He said though Kanan wasn't sure if you would agree.

Something was off about you and he didn't like it.

"You speak Mando'a" Sabine said, changing the subject and Bolt smiled.

"Yes, I am technically a mandalorian of clan Fett, and I see you are as well" He said and Sabine nodded.

"Of clan Wren" She said.

"An ijaat at urcir gar sabine be clan wren" (An honor to meet you Sabine of clan Wren) Bolt said, grasping Sabine's arm in his.

Ezra looked over at Kanan in confusion.

"It's a mandalorian thing I think" Kanan told his padawan.

By that time you'd walked in with a tray of tea. Kanan recognized the smell and looked at you suspiciously.

"I hope you like tea, it's my own special recipe" You explained as you set the tray on the ground between everyone and sat beside your husband.

"Where's ben?" He asked you and you pointed down the hall.

"I sent him to his room, there's no reason for him to be here for this" You said and took a cup of tea.

"You seem pretty protective of him" Kanan pointed out and you nodded.

"He's my son. I would do anything to keep him safe" You told him as he too took a cup of tea.

"Ugh, Kanan this is just like the stuff you used to make" Zeb said and Sabine scolded him for his lack of manners.

"You're a fan of tea Kanan?" You asked surprised. It took you longer than you'd have liked to connect the dots.

"I used to have it a lot as a kid" He said and you nodded.

"As did I" You said and Ezra looked between you and his master. He picked up something was off but he wasn't sure what.

"Bolt told us a bit about himself, what about you Y/N?" Ezra asked, he wanted to know why you and Kanan seemed to be at odds.

"Are you also Mandalorian?" He asked and you shook your head.

"I'm from Arkanis originally" You said before shifting the conversation.

"But what about you? You're quite the interesting crew, a Twi'lek, a Mandalorian, a Lasat and two jedi" You said and you immediately saw Kanan and Ezra shift defensively. The rest of the Ghost crew looked at you in shock.

"Well it takes one to know one" Kanan said, glaring at you.

"Wait, you're a jedi too?!" Ezra asked and you looked down into your tea.

"Not anymore. The jedi are dead" You said and glared back at Kanan.

"You should take what you need and go, it's dangerous for so many force sensitives to be together. They'll sense us" You warned. Bolt took your hand.

"We'll be fine cyar'ika, don't you worry" He said and kissed your palm.

"I'm going to check on Ben" You said as you walked down the hall and Hera looked at Bolt worryingly.

"Who's he worried will sense them?" She asked and Bolt sighed.

"Since the Jedi purge Y/N's been terrified of being found by the empire and their inquisitors. It's been worse since we took Ben in" He explained and Zeb looked at him quizzically.

"He's not yours?" He asked and Bolt shook his head.

"Not biologically" Bolt explained and Kanan understood immediately.

"He's force sensitive isn't he?" He asked and Bolt nodded but immediately turned around when he heard little footsteps running towards him.

"Buir!" Ben yelled as he ran and held onto his father.

"There's someone scary outside- and Papa said to run and I don't- I don't know what to do" Ben cried as Bolt picked him up in his arms.

Kanan heard the familiar sound of a lightsaber igniting and immediately knew what was going on.

"Inquisitors" He said looked at Ezra. The two ran in the direction Ben just came from.

"Is Papa going to be okay?" Ben asked and Bolt nodded firmly.

"He'll be fine ad'ika, your papa's stronger than you know" Bolt said trying to assure his son.

"Sabine, Zeb, get Bolt and Ben onto the Ghost and start the engines, I'm going to find the data chip" Hera said as she ran into the house.

"Come on" Sabine said as she led Bolt and Zeb outside to the Ghost.

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You dodged lightsaber blades as well as you could, keeping the inquisitor's attention for as long as you could.

"And here I thought we'd just be collecting today, lord Vader will be glad to know we killed another pathetic jedi" She said as you fought her off as best you could. You didn't have time to get your saber from it's hiding spot and you were at a severe disadvantage.

"You will never get your filthy hands on him you sith scum. Not so long as I still live!" You yelled as you managed to disarm her. Her training was lacking, she was a beginner padawan at best.

"Then I guess you simply have to die" The inquisitor said, she summoned her saber again and was about to cut right through you when you kicked her back. Catching her saber.

"Your master has trained you poorly." You told her and you sensed Ezra and Kanan had joined you.

You held her saber to her throat.

"You should know better than to be so arrogant when you are so severely outmatched" You said and were about to end her when Kanan stopped you.

"Y/N stop!" He said and you halted.

"She went after my son. I can see the temple training in her fighting, she's a pathetic excuse for a traitor and she must be stopped before she can hurt anyone else" You said, hand stable and on the verge of plunging into her throat.

"This isn't the Jedi way, it isn't right. You won, Ben is safe" Kanan said from behind you and you felt him walk closer to you.

"You should have listened before Kanan, I am no longer a jedi" You said and cut into the inquisitor's throat, killing her.

"And I will do what I must to keep my family safe" You said, extinguished the red saber, throwing it to the ground.

#star wars animated #reader insert #star wars imagine #star wars rebels x reader #star wars rebels #hera syndulla #garazeb orrelios #sabbine wren #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #male reader #clone x reader #star wars #order 66 #parent reader

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lollahazadi · 1 year ago

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Zeb X Y/N (from episode "warhead")

I Would Want Myself

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💜It was a late afternoon with pleasant winds on the surface of Attolon at the CHOPPER base when the entire Ghost crew was invited to training, all except one very upset Lasat:

I'm telling you, I'm going to die of boredom! - He said with regret in his lowered ears, despite being displeased, it wasn't enough to convince the greenish Twi'lek:

You won't die of boredom, AP and Chopper will be here.- Hera stated, but Zeb was still unhappy:

Like I said, I'll die of boredom. - said the humanoid upset. Hera gave her ultimatum to keep Zeb within the base's perimeter: -But as I also said, you will be with AP and Chopper, I need you to take care of everything until we get back and besides, Y/N will also remain, she couldn't join us because she just had surgery. -She said with vehemence in her voice. The arguments about the droids' company went in one ear and out the other in Zeb's ears, but upon hearing her name and that she would be at the base, it seemed that his older, grumpier world had become more colorful. "Well, at least I won't talk to the walls and those were made of metal, they squeaked and talked nonstop about inventory things." he rolled her eyes just thinking about it. Zeb seemed excited now, even if just a little:

And where is she? -He asked Hera, curious, and she replied:

In the command center, instructing the newbies. - Zeb thought with a smile on his face "that's good to know…" his thoughts of going straight to you were interrupted by Captain Syndulla who seemed to have a warning tone in her voice:

But remember ! Be very careful, she has just had surgery and cannot suffer strong emotions of stress, remember that she is in the rehabilitation phase, despite being stable, care will never be enough!- Warned Hera. Zeb realized that Y/N had left a surgical suite a few days ago, but he didn't know that he would have to keep his eyes on her. Hera continued to speak:

-No sound disturbances, no carrying weights, no unnecessary efforts, nothing at all! Did you hear me right, Garazeb?- Hera asked seriously, well, Y/N wasn't a child, she knows what she has to do to recover and what NOT to do, Zeb found Hera's warnings unnecessary, it wasn't like he was going to be the babysit a girl, right? However, he had to give a guarantee that everything would be fine under his command:

I heard it loud and clear, captain - Zeb made the gesture of salute, following the orders.

Perfect - Hera said a little more calmly - Well, we're going, good luck here. As Hera walked away, Kanan followed closely behind and Sabine passing through the lasat said:

Hold on tight Captain Orrelios - And Ezra, who came right after, said to him:

Judgment, okay? No strong emotions, remember?.- Teased the blue-haired teenager. Zeb with a growl said: -Ugh, see if it grows, kid!-He raised his arm and shook it as if he was expelling Ezra, he just turned his back and continued laughing. Now that Ghost was gone, there was only him left. Or that's what he thought, AP 5 had emerged right behind saying that the team had abandoned him right there and left him in charge of everything and argued that Zeb was too violent and brutish to do the task of Inventory, making him growl in anger at the fact that he felt offended by the droid thinking he didn't know how to count charges. Zeb remembered that Y/N was at the base's command post "Well, I'm going to see how that girl is doing, she shouldn't be any more trouble than those old cans" he thought disgustedly and pushing AP 5 aside he went to the desired location:

I don't have time for that! I'm going to the Command Post. - He communicated without details, but the droid asked what he would do there. But will it be possible? Did he already say where he was going and needed to say something more??? Ironically the Captain said:

Let's see, I'll have a good time, since I'm partially the owner of the whole thing and I'll invite Y/N to participate and you'll be the butler. - AP innocently wanted to know: -

Is it really serious??- Said the droid with confused circuits. Zeb responded without delay and, turning his back to the droid, threw his arms up and shouted irritably: -I'M GOING TO COMMAND!!! - He said leaving him behind, on the way he was anxious to see someone not at all annoying and irritating who was in the Command Center waiting for him, but she didn't know she was expected. ***

You were helping a cadet manipulate a small blaster and shoot metal dummies exposed in front of him: -That's right, relax, don't be afraid to shoot, the blaster is only lethal when used by the enemy. - It can shoot the target perfectly, you say proudly - Very good, keep it up, have more confidence. knowing that everything is fine, heading to the holo messaging bench you rest your arms on the table, while no one watches, you check the surgical points located on your right breast, observing it through the neckline of your blouse (In one of the battles involving exchange of blaster shots, one of the shots hit close to his heart, narrowly missing an important artery.

Luckily for you, the surgery was a success and now the rehabilitation depended on you.) "I can't do much, I can't carry weight, run or beat up any Imperialist" you think with a yellow face, a little break from the Rebellion it wasn't that bad per say, but it felt more like a forced withdrawal, not because she wanted to take time off, but because her doctor said she needed time off. She felt a little helpless because she couldn't do much to help the galaxy out there, being useful was what would do him good at that moment, so at the very least she was filling gaps in that base, little things, like checking the security of the base or helping a lost cadet, nothing grand perhaps. Well, Y/N noticed that the stitches healed with flying colors due to the effectiveness of the bacta applied as a bandage. Yes, everything was fine and you knew that your heart beats in a healthy way, because someone made it beat in a perfect rhythm: when you turn around, you come across the figure of the lasat that you like so much, right behind you.

- I hope I didn't scare that heart.

As Garazeb advanced to the post, he observed you with your back resting on the table, "probably checking a message" he laughed quietly, he would keep an eye on her, yes, but not in the sense that Hera had asked, because Y/N, despite being sweet, she was tough when falling and knew how to take care of herself very well. At least being close to her would be a relief during Ghost's absence. Without asking for permission, the humanoid was positioned behind and Y/N seemed to have noticed Zeb approaching behind her, making her turn and smile in front of the tall figure. :

-I hope I didn't scare that heart. - Zeb says smiling - How are you, girl? -. You respond vehemently:

-Scare ? pff- laughed- remember that I'm very much alive and my heart beats well, very well and thank you- you cross your arms below your chest, making them raise them a little. Zeb still continues looking into her eyes and says:

You scared all of us in that medical tent, you know? You were very strong there.- Lasat praised.- But I confess that I thought I would go crazy if the doctors didn't do something for you that night- He spoke worriedly, placing his hand on his bald head. You stand on tiptoe to counter Zeb:

Well, guess what: The empire will need to do better to get rid of me, do they think I'm that easy to get rid of? - You say confidently.

Look, I trust you, the strength of your wrist and what you do against the empire, true, but do me a favor. - Zeb asks.

Say it…- you consent without delay, smiling. With his enormous size, Zeb holds your small hips with both hands without any difficulty and lifts you up, making your body give a slight spasm due to the sudden action, he has just placed you sitting on the table so that you are equal to Facing him, you lean back a little on impulse. Then he asks with his arms crossed and leaning in front of you:

Make sure you don't leave this team, ok? and don't leave me, otherwise I'll be very upset with you Y/N.- He said hoarsely, pretending to be upset. You look at him and at the same time hold on to the table, despite feeling sure of yourself, it wasn't what your heartbeat said about you, Zeb has always been your beloved lasat from Ghost and mission partner and always the reason for being ready for whatever comes and comes and someone who enjoys fighting alongside. Despite him messing with you, you respond sweetly and firmly:

Can I do it, I won't and I would hate to see you upset at my funeral…

Don't play with me like that, girl, I'm serious. - Zeb grunted - You're too young for this wake nonsense, and you're the one who's going to bury me…

Zeb, why is that? - you want to know and bite your left lip - is it because of your age? - Zeb reacts a little dumbfounded:

And what does my age have to do with Y/N?

I don't know, Zeb, you tell me, with this talk that I'm going to bury you first… I don't know, you talk as if I were too young to die…

But you are Y/N - Zeb says vehemently - You got into all this too soon - Zeb opens his arms referring to The Cause.

Okay, but what about Sabine? - you argue

I'm not talking about Sabine, I'm talking about you, girl- Zeb says seriously

Okay again. And Sabine? Don't you think she got into it either… - you also open your arms - too soon? and it's been 3 years Garazeb, we're growing in this, you know? So we kind of have the maturity to take risks…

Once again, I'm talking about you, you matter to me, understand? I don't know what's going to happen in an hour, because in a war you expect everything to happen at all times, but I wouldn't want something to happen to you…

Okay Zeb, but you speak as if you deserve to perish on the way - you say, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes from right to left, like a clock's pendulum.

You have your life ahead of you, you will definitely make plans when this is over…- He insists, you didn't like how that conversation was going. wasn't appreciating the fact that he didn't think his life mattered and that he didn't prioritize himself. You took Zeb's hand and left it to yourself:

And you do too, Zeb, just because of the pathetic fact that you're someone… - you don't want to involve his age group and you just say - vivid and experienced, doesn't mean that you don't have anything else to do after all that. Not everything revolves around the navel of this war and… if you let me tell you, you are in my "After the War".- You guide the lasat's hand to your chest where your heart organ is located.- … Garazeb Orrelios.- You conclude by delicately speaking every word of his name. the Humanoid looking and reacting to the dialogue, touched, even though it wasn't very clear to his ears, these words moved deep within his soul, Zeb didn't understand much about matters of the heart and it wasn't about the cardiorespiratory system but something related to affection, love. Zeb was usually embarrassed about matters of love, but at this time he felt uninhibited with discomfort. Y/N still holds his hand and press against her chest, he looks at his hand and feels Y/N's heartbeats and they weren't slow, they were fast and capable of pumping feelings. He finally says something:

I think I understand this time…- making you smile, looking at him warmly.

I thought the loth cat had eaten your tongue, Big Guy… - When both discovered that could dare at that moment…

Captain Orrelios.-a rebel officer from Alderaan appears at the command post, making you stop immediately, Zeb moves away from you and you immediately get down from the holo messages table, you can hear a "karabarst" followed by a snort Coming from Zeb, he was certainly upset, but they knew the officer wasn't to blame, after you pretended to fix your hair and dust off your shirt and Zeb cleared his throat, the official question:

Am I in the way, Captain? - Zeb and Y/N look at each other and then pretend that nothing happened, Orrelios composes himself and responds formally:

no way .Something wrong with that ?

You were informed that a supposed comet had damaged the equipment that repels the giant spiders, despite the soldier offering to check, Zeb himself was ready to go to the location. You who until now listened, on your own, you set yourself the task:

Zeb, prepare the car, let's go take a look.

And who said you were going? - he asks, making you look at him reproachfully. - I don't know if it would be a good idea for you to come…

And why not ? It's just a broken device.

Because…- Zeb starts but is interrupted by you:

If you dare say it's because I'm having surgery, the weather is getting dark, I'm warning you. - Zeb makes a face, because that's exactly what he was going to say.

To begin with, it's because of that, I don't know if it's a good idea to take this road and secondly, we don't know for sure if it really was a comet that damaged our equipment… -Zeb, what is it? This doesn't even compare to what we did in the open field fighting, it's just a silly check up and besides you might need me…

Y/N for ASHLA - pleads Zeb with a dizzy expression - I know you're very big but Hera gave me direct orders that you can't suffer strong emotions, nor get stressed, and if a spider appears…?

Zeb, stop, you said I can't stress but you're already irritating me, those damn spiders are the biggest thing around here and… since when are you going to give me orders?

Let me see… since I was put in command?- The lasat speaks with his pseudo-eyebrows furrowed looking at you.

Zeb… leave it, leave it, leave it… - You ask, grabbing his biceps. Zeb looked at you a little fearfully and then looked down at your surgical stitches, deciding whether it was worth letting you go or not, she had been discharged for days and even though you were reacting well to the bacta, he didn't want to lose her. Why was he being so silly? He thought about why this exaggerated concern, did you know the risks every day and why has it changed now? "These things about the heart are really complicated…" he made a brief reflection, sighing loudly, "even more complicated for someone who isn't even the right size…". His daydreams fell apart with you asking:

Are you cool? - but he got no response, as the inventory droid AP5 and Chopper appeared discussing the subject of counting crates. Zeb, who still didn't give him satisfaction, simply summoned the astromech for the task, which he denied with serious "beeps". You were upset and replied: -Wait, is he going? and I dont ?? you are kidding…

It can, because if this unfortunate thing breaks, it can be fixed.- The lasat argued, making Chopper beep desperately, at that moment he said - Hey, I didn't say something is going to happen to you…- and Chopper beeps more and more, but then he jokes, smiling Machiavellianly - still… - Chopper spun around and was shouting, showing that he was irritated with the humanoid, Zeb slapped the droid's bodywork - Stop complaining, wheelie bin and let's go… or you Would you prefer to join AP5 in the arsenal? - Zeb suggested looking at AP who seemed to want company for his inventory, making Chopper quickly change his mind, Garazeb laugh - that's what I thought. - But there was still one thing missing: what about you? you pestered Zeb to join the mission:

Are you going to leave me here? with…- points to AP 5- him?, nothing against him and not counting crates but I would really prefer something more outdoors.- unfortunately for you, AP 5 sees you and seems happy:

Thank the Creator, I found you Y/N, and the heart? How are you? - he approaches with quick droid steps, making Zeb roll his eyes, you, somewhat cornered, respond:

Ah…it's going well, I feel better every day.- You respond with a silly smile

Good, do you know what would be good for you?

No AP, I don't know what would make me better…

Help me with the inventory of loads that are in stock.

Oh, I don't even know if I'm suitable, you know… - you divert - I'm a bit of a loser when it comes to these things, I'm human, not AP, you know… - You give Zeb a 'help' expression, but the same gives a few muffled laughs.

But I'll help you, girl - The droid proposed, motivated to teach you. You speak kind of stuttering:

Ah… errr… but I…

Perfect ! I'm going to get the clipboard - Without letting you speak, he walks away, leaving you helpless and making you sigh in frustration:

Arrgh but I didn't want to, I said I'm human.- Zeb ironically, says with his hands on his hips:

And then I'm the one who doesn't know how to count.- and he looks at you with a frown, feigning humor:

Ha, ha, ha, wow, I'm just laughing here… you're bad, you're going to abandon me here, right? - You ask with a pout, Zeb still with one hand on his hip, puts the other on his temple and snorts, Without a choice he takes her holding her hand:

Karabarst, and I think it's good for you to take care of yourself, to be well? I'm not your babysitter…- and together they go to the car.

Of course it's not, Uncle Zeb, you can let me know that I won't do anything that could kill me…

Uncle!? - he exclaims intrigued - I don't believe I lived to hear that… - Zeb groans in disgust -Wow, he's feeling it…- you say with a little pity.

Please don't repeat that… -Uncle?

Stop. - Zeb says smugly - Do you want to go back? - He squeezes your wrist a little, making you laugh.

Okay, okay, I stopped, I stopped- But you repeat the word, just moving your lips and laughing. He hears you laughing he says:

What you are doing, you better stop.

By God and who said I was making fun of you?

You know what… your mind is a devilish child… and thinking about it, I don't just think you suffer at the hands of AP 5, he's very talkative… - Zeb opens the car door for you to get in - Get in quickly There, go- and Chopper gets in the back seat.

He's not bad at all, he's just a little chatty and sometimes says a lot about what he thinks about other people… - you settle into the seat.

Only sometimes? - Zeb asks with sarcasm on his face, as he adjusts the driver's seat, since he was a very spacious creature, and starts the car.

Ah, go easy on him… - you put on your seat belt.

Karabarst, No comments..

So let's go quickly before he comes back and you'll hear a lot, but a lot, a lot.

Okay, sure there, girl.- And finally, the vehicle comes to life, steering and gradually moving away from the base. ***

Really Zeb, you're really old-school, right? - You were on the arid road to Attolon, the car radio was tuned to the channel chosen by Zeb, Joe Cocker's "Unchain my heart" was playing, it was a lively melody despite the artist's voice sounding hoarse and dramatic.

What can I say, I'm from the golden age, I was a giant child when I played on the radio in Lasan.

Were you born more than 50 years ago? - You ask, smiling - Because that's about how old this song must be… - Zeb, with his hands on the steering wheel, looks at you with a frown and a smile on the side of his mouth and then rolls his eyes:

Spare me Y/N… and enjoy the trip and the quality sound - Chopper in the back seat beeps mockingly, making the lasat notice - And you shut up, it's quality. - Against your will, the droid remains silent. With your hair blowing in the wind as the vehicle travels along the path, you notice the lyrics:

"Free my heart, darling, let me go, free my heart, because you don't love me anymore"

"God, what a sad song, but the instruments are so festive and happy, it's not even my style" you criticize. But a few seconds later you are approached with a deep, hoarse voice:

you sewed me up like a pillowcase, but you let my love go to waste, you unchained… my heart, you set me free… - Was that Zeb singing? Until the moment you were looking at the scenery, now you focus your gaze on him and you realize that he is excited when you see him with one hand on the tiller and the other on the side of the car, drumming his fingers to every jazz beat . It's funny that you were used to seeing him enjoy his flashback songs, but you'd never seen him sing with so much emotion, well, there's always a first time, as they say. And he didn't stop:

…Oh, set me free. Oh woman, why don't you do this for me. You do not care. wont you let me go…- He practically gave himself away in this part, "Aaaww how cute, he singing as if he was suffering" you reflect affectionately and the interesting thing is that he was singing shamelessly, without knowing how you are reacting, if Whether you think it's ridiculous or not, nothing like that, everything you've seen so far has been very cute and he even has a beautiful voice, even if it's deep, it would serve him well in this song. Unfortunately, the song was ending and he ended with emotion in his voice: -Oh.. you don't care…please…set me free..- when singing, Zeb made an expression of satisfaction, relaxed, his eyes drooping in tranquility and the song ended in a chorus. When it was over, his ears moved as he reacted to her frantic applause and he looked at her smiling - Did you like that?

Clear! a singer among us, ladies and gentlemen- you keep applauding.

It's not bad to see you flatter me.- Zeb says, giving a slight turn with the steering wheel.

silly. - you laugh.- I didn't know you liked singing. -Well, he he, now you know, sweetheart.- Zeb says laughing with his eyes on the road feeling the soft breeze hitting his face. After a few seconds of silence you lean forward to where the radio is located:

now it's my turn… - when pressing the button, a frantic pop melody plays, Zeb shrinking his eyes always looking at the radio monitor and asks:

Tate Mcrae…?

"I said I'm serious. I tried, but I can't figure it out. I've been next you all night… - Now you were singing Tate McRae's song "Greedy", now it was part of your vibe, surprised Zeb looks at you questioning:

Seriously, now are you going to sing…?

And he realizes that he was ignored when he observes you singing distractedly and agitatedly with your arms raised:

…I would want it myself! baby please believe me! - you sing at the top of your lungs, then you unbutton the belt that kept you safe, Zeb notices:

Hey, what are you doing…?! - And he saw her standing up in the car seat, hoping that chance would protect her while she sang with her hair dancing in the wind and keeping her balance with her arms on her waist, shaking:

I'll put you through hell, just to know me yeah yeah… - You roll to the sound of pop. Garazeb looks at her doing such madness, with his eyes wide open at the scene but keeping control of the driving "Karabarst is really making me get to know her" he reflects watching you from head to toe, but when he remembers that she couldn't take crazy risks, Zeb takes you by the forearm and returns you to the seat, making you sit down hard and emit an "ouch":

Hey ! - you object - it was almost at the best part…

Can you stop ? - He scolds her, looking at the road and you - Yeah, the part where you fall into a moving car? - He grunted.

I was having fun…

Have fun the way you are - It points the indicator to where you were in an "up and down" movement but without losing direction. Your song begins the second part, you continued:

I see you eyein' me down, but you'll never know much past my name… - You shake your shoulders feeling the musical energy and point to your driver who was snorting, realizing that you weren't going to stop singing. -…Or how I running this room around that im still half your age.- You imitate little steps with your two fingers walking through the air and look at him fixedly. Arousing a mocking laugh and a roll of eyes from the lasat, he noticed that you sang beautifully, you had no experience with singing but it was pleasant to his ears and at no point were you out of tune, ironically, he asks:

Are you trying to tell me something or what…?- And he saw that you maintained perfect eye contact without letting your guard down and without any shame with a smile on your face, bringing a slight twist to your stomach, as if you had butterflies inside it. and his mouth was half open. Zeb shakes his head and looks away because he needed to drive and you pointed to your own eyes and his in a playful and feline way:

Yeah you loo, looking at me like I'm some sweet scape. - Zeb felt your figure pointing at him, making him laugh heartily, you touch Zeb's lips with your index finger, making him close his mouth, you slowly descend up to his chin:

Obvious that you want me, but I said I would want myself. Baby please believe me…- you sing happily and see his reaction:

you think you are too much, young lady… - Zeb feels his face being squeezed by her hands:

I'll put you through hell, just to know me yeah yeah…

Hey, slow down, it hurts a little, right?

So sure of yourself, baby don't get greedy - you release him and wave "no" with your finger - That shit won't end well, no, it won't end well… - you conclude, but the song doesn't end yet, with a few more minutes his driver just let himself be carried away by the melody while driving, for him it wasn't a bad song, despite not being to his taste, it was beautiful, fun and danceable, the beats were addictive like sugar and made him start drumming the side of the car following the lyrics, Zeb curiously asks:

Music? - and you creating your own club in the passenger seat responds:

Greedy, from Tate McRae. - biting your lip you wink at him in response.

Do you like being Greedy? - asks Zeb jocular.

And do you like suffering for love, Garazeb suffering Orrelios? - You tease him, reminding him of the previous song. He bluntly responds:

It's not because you sing that, that you're living that…-he looks at her, turning around.

Precisely, my big guy.- You respond and squeeze his swollen biceps, who kept his focus on holding the steering wheel, but focused on her from time to time. Zeb, with just one hand on the steering wheel, allowed the other to lean back on the seat where you were like If he were to surround you and you were involved in the beat, you would continue:

I-Would-Want-Myseeeelf…- You hugged herself while singing.

Yes, you really are the type of woman who likes herself. - He watches her laughing, making a pun.

But not only do I like myself, I care about others besides myself and I care and like you, Zeb. - You smile and he smiles back with his arm resting on your seat, he gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze without hurting it:

I care and like you too Y/N.

I would like myself.- You singing a parody and laugh at him, which he even thinks is cute.

Funny girl. Hey, the music is over. - he says, noticing that there was no sound on the radio.

It's your turn to choose, something in mind?.- you say allowing him to make the choice. Zeb thinks for a few seconds and decides:

Well, would it be okay if we repeat the last song? - He turns a small knob to choose the frequency.

For sure. - You respond excitedly. And the music once again plays starting with the upbeat melody. Who knows, maybe this song will be part of Zeb's flashback playlist now, it really is as addictive as sugar…

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jenstar1992-2 · 4 years ago

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May I please request an older!Captain Rex x reader drabble where you're married and there with Rex, Gregor and Wolffe when Ezra and the rebels come to Rex for help?

Ask and you shall receive. 😊 Here it is, took me a minute to start writing again, but I finally got around to it. I know this is not really a drabble, I didn’t start out with the intention on making it long, especially not THIS long, but here we are. It's been a good minute since I last wrote anything so hopefully this is ok, and I hope you like it. Also, sorry it went a bit off the rails there, did not mean for it to get so angsty and junk, but my brain was going, and my fingers just kept typing, tried to end it happy though so… yeah.

Trust

Pairing: Older! Rex X Fem! reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of order 66, reader being very protective of her boys, feels all around really, a bunch of married couple fluff (not really a warning, just wanted to mention it), it does get a little saucy at the end, nothing crazy, more talk than anything else

Word Count: 11,113

"We've got company", you hear Gregor say as he eyes the screen in front of him. You stand from your seat and make your way over to him.

"What is it", you ask, looking over his shoulder to inspect the image on the screen for yourself.

"Looks like an auxiliary starfighter of some kind."

"What's it doing out here?"

"I'm more concerned about who's inside it", Rex says from behind you. You turn to face your husband, giving him a curious look.

"Who the hell would be all the way out here? We're in the middle of nowhere", you say, holding your arms out and gesturing to the space around you before folding them at your chest.

"Exactly, who in their right mind would land in the middle of nowhere, and conveniently right in our path."

"You think it's something we should be worried about?"

"Don't know, just seems a bit suspicious is all", he says, lifting his hand to his chin, rubbing it with his index finger in thought.

There's a short moment of silence before you break it. "Well", you say with a little clap of your hands to break Rex out of his thoughts and bring him back to reality. "Let's check it out, who knows, maybe their friendly." You walk to the door and look back to the three men, giving them a smile and waiting for them to follow.

Wolffe chuckled and shook his head. "Ah (Y/N), always the optimist." His comment making you smile a little wider.

"Hey, it's gotten me this far", you say with a little shrug.

They all chuckle at that as they move to join you by the door. Wolffe and Gregor each grabbing their weapons on the way. You give them a confused look before Wolffe states, "Just in case."

You smile and nod, absentmindedly placing your hands to your hips, where they ghost over your lightsabers that you keep strapped there. You didn't know why you kept them on, it's not like you ever used them, never had to after coming to this deserted planet, where nothing much ever happens. But you kept them there, if for no other reason than it just felt wrong not having them on you. Your lightsabers were an extension of yourself after all, at least that's what your master taught you. As you reach to open the door, your hand gets caught in a gentle grip. You turn, raising your eyebrow at Rex who only offers you a soft smile. "I'll go first cyar'ika."

A small grin forms on your lips. "As always", you reply, moving aside to let him take the lead. As he passes you, he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yep, always", he confirms before opening the door and walking out into the bright sunlight, you and the other two men right behind him.

You walk up to the railing and gaze down warily at the group that had just exited the starfighter. "It's a bunch of old geezers, well mostly old geezers", one of them says, a lasat from the looks of him.

"Well- armed old geezers", the Mandalorian girl adds.

"What do you want", Rex asks, sounding a bit gruffer than usual. You guessed he was trying to sound more intimidating. You would've laughed if you weren't also trying keep a serious front.

"We're looking for someone", responded the man in the group.

"Well, that's too bad, cause there's nobody out here", Rex says while leaning on the railing.

The boy speaks up next and asks, "Hey, uh, does the number 7567 mean anything to you?" You all straighten simultaneously.

"What did you just say", you asked, a small ball of anger beginning in your chest.

"Uh, I said 7567", the boy responded.

You looked over to Rex who still had his gaze set on the group below. "Well, that's my birth number", he tells them.

You see the man's eyes light up with recognition, like he's had a realization. "They're clones", he says angrily. He then pulls out a lightsaber and ignites it, stepping in front of the others.

"It's the jedi, they've come for revenge", you hear Wolffe say from your right before he fires a few shots at the man, who blocks them easily. You then see the man take a few more steps forward, looking like he wanted to jump up to your level and take you all out, but you weren't about to let him get that far. Acting on instinct, you grabbed your sabers from your hips and jumped down to the ground, landing just a few feet from him, your sabers igniting as soon as your feet hit the dirt. You stood in a defensive stance, ready to attack if he made even a single wrong move.

"I wouldn't if I were you", you told him in a tone that said you weren't messing around.

"She's a jedi", the boy said from behind the man, surprise clear in his voice.

"Stand down troopers, that's an order", you heard Rex bark from above. "(Y/N)", he then said in a softer tone. You knew what he wanted, but you were far from relenting, you needed to keep your men safe.

"Not gonna happen", you responded, still not taking your eyes off the man in front of you.

"Kanan stop, we have to trust them remember?" The boy seemed to be trying to reason with the man. You continued to glare at him, an action which he reciprocated. You stayed like that for a few more seconds until you heard your name being called again, even more gently than before.

"Please cyare, put them away", Rex calls down, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible. He knows all you need is a little push to send you over the edge at this point. You were always like this when anyone or anything threatened the safety of your men, you'd been that way for as long as he’d known you and he didn't see that ever changing. Not that he didn't respect the hell out of you for it. He and his brothers always appreciated the way you defended them with such vigor. However, Rex also knew that this wasn't the time for that. Something told him that they should be trying to make friends in this situation, instead of starting a fight.

"Not until he does", you finally reply.

The boy puts a hand on the man's shoulder, giving him a pleading look. Kanan sighs before deactivating his lightsaber and returning it to his hip. He then looks at you expectantly. You regard him for a few more moments before you too put your sabers away. Once you re-attached them, you turned and jumped back up to your original position, grabbing the railing and easily pulling yourself up and over it, before coming to stand beside your husband. You cross your arms over your chest, still feeling a bit defensive. Rex could feel your tension and responded by wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you closer to his side, feeling you relax just a bit.

The boy took this opportunity to make his introductions. "My name's Ezra. This is Kanan. That's Sabine and Zeb", he said while pointing out each of his comrades. "It's nice to meet you, 7567."

Rex felt you stiffen a bit in his grasp. You hated when anyone referred to him by his number and not his name. It had started as a pet peeve, but as time went on you just saw it as downright disrespectful and then it just straight up pissed you off. Rex knew this and it was just one of the millions of reasons he loved you so much. He could feel you prickling up with anger again. He moved the hand holding your waist to your hip and gave it a light squeeze in an attempt to calm the storm brewing inside you. This was your way of telling each other that everything was okay and not to be upset, light squeezes or soft touches, usually followed by a reassuring look. After this he again felt you start to calm. It was crazy the affect you two had on each other, it was damn near magic.

"Actually, my name is Rex. Captain, 501st Clone Battalion. Meet Commanders Gregor and Wolffe", Rex introduced the men standing behind you before looking to you, pulling you to him in a tighter one-armed embrace, "and this beautiful ball of fire is our General, (Y/F/N, Y/L/N). I know she seems a bit rough around the edges, but once you get to know her, you'll find she's pretty amazing." You looked to Rex after your introduction to notice him looking at you with an expression of pride, like he had just showed off his most prized possession, which in a way, you were. Rex never had much, but he always had you, and that's all he ever wanted. Your love and adoration were all he needed to feel as though he had a fulfilling life. Something he reminded you of on more than one occasion. You couldn't help but smile back at him, that same adoration clearly visible in your gaze.

You both were brought back to the present when you heard Ezra's voice addressing you. "We were sent by Ahsoka", he told you. Your ears perked up at the mention of your friend, turning to look at the boy.

"Ahsoka?"

Rex grinned. "Ahsoka Tano. We fought by her side from the battle of Christophsis to the siege of Mandalore", he said reminiscently.

"A friend of Ahsoka's is a friend of ours", you said, finally offering the group a genuine smile. Ezra smiled back, glad to see the fighting was over.

***

You and the boys had decided to help the crew of the Ghost to find a place to set up their rebel base. You could tell they were grateful for your help, most of them anyway. Kanan still seemed to distrust your little squad. When you thought about it you couldn't totally blame him. From what you could tell, Kanan was a young man, which meant that he would've still been a young padawan near the end of the clone wars, which also meant that he had to endure the horror that was Order 66 at a young age. You remember how terrible it had been for you, Ahsoka, and Rex. Not to mention the countless others who had to watch their allies, their friends turn on them, not knowing why. You had felt their pain, their fear, their feeling of betrayal, all before they were silenced. Then there were the clones who had their chips removed and had been traumatized at what they had almost done, what most of their brothers did do, even if it was out of their control. It took a heavy toll on all of you, and even though so much time had passed, it still hurt like hell. So yeah, you could understand his feelings, but if you were going to all work together successfully, then he had to lay some of that aside and learn to trust you, and the clones. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you figured it couldn't hurt to try and talk to him.

You were walking topside on your way to the Phantom for what you knew was going to be an uncomfortable talk, at best. As you approached the vessel you saw Rex standing by its entrance talking to whoever was inside. "We all have a choice", he said as you reached his position. He then turned to walk away, stopping after a few steps when he saw you standing there. He had a saddened expression that made your heart hurt, but before you could ask what was wrong, he walked past you, only stopping for a moment to bring your forehead to his, a gesture that meant he wasn't okay, but he would be. You nodded and let him leave, then turned to continue your little mission.

As you walked to the entrance of the phantom Ezra emerged, giving you a sad smile before passing you to join the rest of his crew up front. Once he was gone you focused your attention on Kanan who was facing away from you, fiddling with his lightsaber. "Hey", you called, trying to sound like you weren't still a little pissed at him.

"Hi", he said, rather unenthusiastically.

"Well, aren't you all warm a fuzzy", you said sarcastically.

"Can I help you with something, because if not then please leave me be, I have things to do." You rolled your eyes. This was going to be harder than you thought.

"Mm, yeah, that seems real important", you say, pointing to the saber in his hand that he had been detaching and re- attaching the same piece on for the past minute. He gave you a look over his shoulder, but you ignored it continuing. "Anyway, I was hoping we could talk."

"About what?"

You crossed your arms. "You know what." He just continued his mindless fiddling, so you sighed and went on. "Look, I understand your feelings towards the clones, I even understand your feelings towards me, but if we're going to work together here then you need to put all that aside, even if it's just for the time being. Do you think you could do that?" You looked at him with a sympathetic, yet hopeful look.

"Put it aside, put it aside?" His voice had raised to where he was just short of yelling at you. "How do you suggest I do that, huh? Maybe to you the war was a long time ago, but to me it feels like it could've been yesterday. The pain is still fresh to me, I can't forget it or set it aside as I please, it's always there and it always will be. I can't just sit here and act like I'm okay when everything here reminds of that awful day, the day I lost my master, the one time she needed me most and I couldn't save her. How can I put it aside when every time I turn around here I see the faces that murdered her?” That was it, that was what tore the last piece of patience from you.

"ENOUGH!" He froze, obviously not expecting the amount of anger that now radiated off you in waves. "Listen, you son of a bitch, I've tried to be patient, I've tried to be understanding, hell, I tried to be genuinely nice to you, but clearly you don't respond to nice, so this is how it's gonna go." You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and brought his face only inches from yours. "You are going to buck the kriff up and get over your bantha shit until this is over, and if you hurt or disrespect my men again, you won't be leaving this planet intact, do I make myself clear?" You made sure to emphasize those last five words.

He looked at you, still shocked, for a moment before narrowing his eyes and giving you a bitter, "Yes Ma'am."

You instantly released your grip, letting him go. "Good, as long as we're on the same page, you can go back to your 'oh so important' work." You made you way back to the door but stopped just as your one foot passed the threshold. You turned slightly before saying in a low voice, "You know, you’re not the only one that lost people that day." You paused as so many faces flashed through your mind, all the friends you lost, even ones before the end of the war, all the faces that plagued your thoughts so often. "Survivor’s guilt is a hell of a thing, believe me, I know... we all know", and that's all you left him with before you quickly made your exit, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay, you weren't about to show him that kind of weakness in you, not when you had to stay strong, not when you had your family to protect.

You made your way to the front with the others, seeing Ezra and Sabine leaning on the rail, talking casually. Sabine was the first to notice you approaching. "Oh, hey General (Y/L/N)", she said, smiling as she turned to fully face you. Her smile quickly faded when she took in your expression. "Are you okay", she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

You stopped in front of her, finally looking up to meet her gaze. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I'm alright", you replied, giving her a reassuring smile, hoping it was believable. "Oh, and you don't need to call me that. It's (Y/N). Not need for formalities with me, no matter what the boys say." She nodded, turning back to lean on the rail as you moved to stand between the two teens, copying their actions. "So, what were you two talking about before I interrupted", you asked, hoping that a casual conversation with some young bloods would help get your mind off of that upsetting talk you had only moments ago.

"Nothing much, just that you guys seem to have a pretty nice setup here, living the quiet life and all", Ezra said, gesturing toward the modified tank you were all currently on.

You chuckled. "I don’t know if quiet is the word I'd use, if there's one thing these boys are not, it’s quiet, but I get your meaning", you said, smiling at the young teen.

"It makes me wonder though." You turned at Sabine's words to look at the girl. "Wonder what", you asked.

"Well, I can see how this life is desirable for the clones, I mean I'm sure the war took its toll on everyone, but it must've even more so on them. So, a nice quiet life of isolation seems like a nice reprieve if anything else", she said, pausing to look at you, seeming to contemplate her next words before continuing her thought. "But you’re a jedi."

"And", you questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, all the jedi I know can't seem to stay in one place for very long, not unless there's a point to it anyway. Plus, if anyone should want the downfall of the empire, it should be the jedi. You guys were peacekeepers after all, and with the empire in control there hasn't been any true piece to be found. I don't know, I guess I just thought you'd be fighting with the rebellion, instead of hanging out here slinging for joopa with retired clone troopers." She looked at you with a confused expression.

You sighed before responding, "I get your logic, and you're right, if anyone deserves a quiet life away from all the violence out in the galaxy, it's the clones. We all went through it and it was bad for all of us, but they really got screwed more than any of us in my opinion. We at least had some semblance of a choice in the matter, but the clones, they were forced into a war they had nothing to do with, and not even a light at the end of the tunnel to work toward. Most clones had no idea what would happen to them after the war, or what they would do. If you ask me, these boys deserve much more than this 'quiet' life." You leant over the railing again, looking to the ground below. "You're right about the rest too. We were peacekeepers, at least, we were supposed to be, and I do want the empire to fall, but...", you paused, not sure why you were divulging so many of the thoughts you'd kept to yourself for so long, even during the war, you hadn't fully voiced your opinion on these topics with anyone but Rex, and that was only in confidence, in those precious moments when it was just the two of you, the world outside a distant thought as you held each other and talked throughout the night. These and other hard topics would come up now and then, but you'd never have thought that you'd be here telling those same thoughts to two teens who you'd only just met earlier that day. You realized it was because, for reasons unknown to you, you trusted them, and you guessed that was enough. "When the war ended, and the empire took power, I was lost. We all were", you continued. "Ahsoka, Rex, and I, we were together when it happened, and if it hadn't been for that, well, I don't know where I'd be right now. Maybe I would've joined the rebellion, if I had somehow been able to survive on my own. But that's not how things played out. I was able to keep those closest to me and then I had a decision to make. Join another fight and risk the one thing that gives my life purpose or keep them safe and away from the danger." You stood straight, looking to Sabine. "We all have a choice, and I made mine. I chose family, I chose him."

"Rex", she said, confident in her understanding of your words. You gave her a short nod, then looked away, staring at the empty landscape before you.

It remained silent for a moment until Ezra spoke up, wanting to voice the question that had been on his mind. "Rex said that he never betrayed his jedi, is that true?"

You smiled, turning your attention to Ezra now. "Yes, it's true. It wasn't easy though, those damn chips really did their jobs well. I had never seen him fight so hard against anything the way he did with that thing. Imagine fighting your own body and mind simultaneously because that's what he did, for us. He didn't want to hurt us, and his hesitation gave us the chance we needed to escape. I had never been more relieved than I was to see that damn thing removed from his head. I owe Ahsoka a lot for that, it was her quick thinking that saved him in the end. Well, her... and Fives", you said, a sad expression taking over your features as you thought of your fallen friend, and the sacrifice he made trying to save you all.

"Who's Fives", you heard Ezra ask from beside you.

"A good man, one of the best, who deserved better", you said somberly.

The silence that settled over the three of you was thick with conflicting emotions and full of unasked questions that you were sure would stay that way, which you were grateful for.

You almost jumped at the sound of the door sliding open behind you, turning around to see Rex coming though it towards the three of you. "I've assembled a list of potential bases and clearance codes and a few protocols the imperials still use. Should be of some use", he tells Ezra, who promptly thanked him. Sabine then went inside to collect some data tapes. Rex came to stand beside you. "So, what'd I miss out here", he asked, looking between you and Ezra.

"Oh, nothing much, just telling the kids some old war stories", you said, trying to make it sound as if it had been as simple as that.

"Oh yeah? Hope they were some of the good ones", he said, grinning at you.

"Were there any good ones, because I don't remember the war being all that fun." You hadn't even noticed Kanan enter the vicinity. You instantly frowned and crossed your arms, giving him a look that told him not to test you. He heeded the warning and turned away from you all, looking outward and shaking his head in disapproval, but he stayed silent.

"Actually, (Y/N) was telling us about what you did for her and Ahsoka, about how you saved them", Ezra interjected.

Rex scoffed at that. "If memory serves, it was the other way around. Without her and Commander Tano, I don't think I'd be standing here today", he said, looking back to you, his gaze turning to one of pure adoration. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

Ezra smiled, a knowing look in his eye. "So, I guess you were telling the truth after all. You didn't betray your jedi."

You both turned your attention back on the boy. "Nope. Even married one of 'em", he responded, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his side. “Best decision I ever made too.”

You sent a sideways grin his way. “Yeah, only took you forever to ask”, you said, finally dropping your arms to mimic his hold and wrap one around his waist.

He laughed, “Sorry cyar'ika. I would’ve asked sooner but we were in the middle of a war.”

“I know, I know”, you said, lifting your free hand to let it caress his cheek lightly before coming to rest your curved finger under his chin. “I just like messing with you”. Rex continued to grace you with a soft smile. But soon your quiet moment was ruined by someone’s loud scoffing, causing you to drop your hand and glare at the offender. “You have something to say, Ponytail”, you asked, your hand now going to your hip, your other staying securely around your husband, acting as your lifeline to sanity. You knew you shouldn’t let this guy rile you up, but you couldn’t help it, he was just so infuriatingly stubborn and took every chance he could to be rude.

“Yeah actually, I do have something to say…”, he started to say, but Ezra tried to intervene.

“Kanan, maybe you shouldn’t. They’re doing us a favor here remember. So maybe we should be, oh I don’t know, nice”, he said, giving his master an almost pleading look.

Kanan scoffed once more, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nice, you want me to be nice? I don’t know Ezra, it’s kind of hard to be nice to someone who not only chooses clones over her own people, but then come to find she broke her code to have a relationship with one of them. Then to top it all off, she goes off to conspire with the traitors”, he said, raising his voice.

You let go of Rex to cross your arms as well, but feeling the rage start to build in you Rex kept his hold on you, knowing if he didn’t this might turn into an all-out fist fight, or worse. “My people huh? Well, I don’t know how things were for you in the order, but let’s just say that by the end of the war, my faith in the jedi was heavily skewed. I couldn’t trust the order anymore, not like I used to. The only people I could truly trust were my friends and my men, and most times they were one in the same. I know you have a chip on your shoulder when it comes to clones, and, as I said before, I get it. However, I can tell you something with absolute certainty, and that is that my husband is no traitor. Rex is a good man, and loyal as hell. For as long as I’ve known him, never once has my faith in him been shaken, not even on that day. He would’ve laid his life down to save Ahsoka and I, damn near did too, just like countless times before. So many of those men risked their lives for me and the other jedi over the course of the war, and I can never thank them enough for that. I knew my men, and they never would’ve turned on us unless they were forced to. It was out of their control, and I can never hold hatred in my heart for them because of it.” You lowered your arms to rest at your sides, deciding you didn’t want to start another fight, and sighed. “Look, I know I can’t tell you how to feel, and I know you’re angry and still grieving. I also know that, that pain will never truly go away.” You see his angry expression falter a bit at your words, his arms releasing a small amount of tension. “I’m sorry about your master, but don’t let her death shape your feelings towards everything that reminds you of it. Don’t let your feelings blind you from the truth.”

He looked you square on the eye then. “How do you know you aren’t letting your feelings blind you from the truth”, he asked bitterly.

You gave this some thought before answering. Meeting his eyes, you said, “Because, at the end of the day, I never let those feelings control my actions. I could love Rex and still do my duty and so could he.” You gestured to Rex, who was now watching you as you spoke. “We never let our relationship get in the way of our responsibilities.”

“She’s right”, Rex spoke up, finally taking his eyes from you to direct his words to Kanan. “Even though it might’ve been hard sometimes, we never let anything keep us from dutifully serving the republic. We had agreed in the very beginning, nothing would sway us from playing our parts in the war, not even our love for each other.” He looked to you with a solemn expression, and you knew he was reliving the same memories that you were in that moment. Remembering all the times you two had parted ways, off on your own missions, saying a bitter goodbye, not knowing if it would be your last.

You were snapped out of your memories when Kanan finally spoke, “That… that must’ve been tough.” You both looked back to him but kept silent so he could finish. “Living day in and day out, with that fear of not knowing what day might be your last was something I think we all felt during the war, and that was hard to cope with at times. But to have that and feel that same fear for another person at the same time… that couldn’t have been easy, and I can tell you that to an extent, I understand how that is now. You never know what’s coming, and you can only hope that the person you care for survives it all, because if they don’t… well, you don’t know what you’ll do.” Kanan’s eyes were cast to the ground beneath him, a sullen look adorning his features.

Ezra stared at his master with a sad but understanding look. Clearly, he knew of who Kanan was referring to, you thought.

After letting a thick silence fill the area around you all for some time, you finally decided it was time to try and end this squabble, for real this time. You cleared your throat. “So… can we come to a truce then”, you asked, stepping from Rex’s hold and moving toward Kanan, holding out your hand for him to shake. He eyed it for a moment, then looked up to meet your eyes. You gave him a hopeful lopsided grin and a little shrug. Come on, what do you have to lose.

He slowly extended his hand, grabbing yours in a firm handshake. “Okay, truce, but I’m still going to be keeping a close eye on you all while we’re here”, he said with a serious tone before he gave you a small grin.

You let out a light huff of laughter and said, “I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” You released his hand and made your way back into your husbands waiting arms. You gave each other a quick hug before turning back to face Ezra who was now smiling at the two of you. “Well, I’m glad that’s settled. So, can we all be friends now”, he asked, making all three of you chuckle.

Suddenly the door next to you slid open and Sabine emerged looking upset, waving a holopad in the air. You were about to ask her what was wrong, but she spoke first. “The clones gave us up. They warned the Empire we’re here”, she said in a huff.

“Wait what”, Ezra asked, shocked.

“You’re mistaken. We would never do that”, Rex said, reaching for the holopad, clearly confused.

Sabine snatched it away from his grasp. “I found the binary transmission to the Empire”, she said, pointing to the screen in her hand, “and there are messages Ahsoka sent to Rex and (Y/N) that they never answered.”

“What”, you and Rex said simultaneously.

“We never got any messages from Ahsoka”, you stated, peering to look at the screen of the holopad that Sabine had handed over to Rex.

“See I knew it, I knew they couldn’t be trusted”, Kanan said, walking toward Rex, pointing accusatively.

“Kanan wait”, Ezra said, holding a hand up to stop the man’s approach. He then turned to face you, Rex, and Wolffe, who had just joined you, and asked, “Is this true?”

Rex just stared at the screen for a few seconds before you saw a flash of realization light in his eyes. He then turned to the man behind you. “Wolffe, what did you do”, he asked, not sounding too happy. You turned around to look at Wolffe, who now had his back turned to you all.

“I…I contacted the Empire. If they found out we were helping jedi they’d wipe us out”, he said, still with his back to you.

“Wolffe how could you”, you asked, not being able to fully hide the hurt from your voice.

Wolffe turned to face you with a saddened expression, your voice clearly working on his emotions. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t… I just… I’m sorry”, he said, looking to his feet shamefully.

You could hear Kanan speaking behind you, but you weren’t paying attention to what was being said, too focused on wrapping your head around why your friend would do this.

“Why Wolffe, why would you put us at risk like this”, you asked.

“I… I just wanted to protect us, they’d kill us if they knew we were harboring jedi”, he said, looking back up at you.

“Hello, you’ve been harboring a jedi for years now, why is this any different?”

“No, you’re not, I mean, you haven’t been a jedi in a long time, if anything your one of us now.”

“The Empire won’t see it that way”, you said, looking at him with a disappointed frown. “So, what was your plan exactly, call the Empire and let them capture the jedi, do who knows what to them? Were you gonna let them take me too?”

His eyes went wide, and he looked right into yours. “No! No, I would never let them hurt you, we would never let them hurt you. You’re family, aliit. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight, I know that now. Please forgive me (Y/N)”, he said, looking at you like a dejected puppy. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially since it clearly was a mistake on his part, and not a totally conscious one. Wolffe struggled with things like this sometimes, forgot who was truly responsible for all that happened, and wasn’t always sure of who he could trust. The only exceptions being his brothers and you. He knew he could always trust his family. This is why you found it hard to continue to be upset with him, so instead you gave in with a heavy sigh and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He responded by hugging you back, whispering another shame filled apology.

“I know, I forgive you Wolffe”, you say before pulling away to look him in the eye, “but you have to make this right. These people are not the enemy, they’re our allies, and we have to protect them too.”

He searched your eyes for a moment, and in seeing your resolve gave you a tight nod, confirming that he’d found his own.

***

As it turned out, fixing Wolffe’s mistake wasn’t going to be as easy as you had thought. Unbeknownst to you, there had been a probe droid on board watching you all, for how long you weren’t sure, but it managed to damage the Phantom’s engine, which meant your new friends were stuck with you all for the time being, something you could tell didn’t make Kanan to happy. Rex had managed to destroy the probe, but the Empire was still on its way, and all you could do was prepare for the inevitable fight that was to come.

Everything happened quite suddenly, and before you knew it the Empire had arrived. They were using some new contraptions that neither you nor the clones had ever seen before, the others called them “walkers”. While impressed, the boys quickly stopped their analysis of the machines and came up with a plan. Retreat into the sandstorm that was brewing behind you to scramble their scanners and use the jedis’ force sight to maneuver your way out. This worked, but the imperials were soon gaining on your position once more. Once you exited the storm Rex instructed the others to leave, with the walkers still in the storm this was their only chance to escape back to their ship without being shot down. Most of them were on board with this plan, but Ezra didn’t want to leave you all behind.

“We can’t just abandon them”, Ezra said, still trying to convince Kanan to let them help you.

“You’re not abandoning anyone. We’re covering your escape. Now go”, Rex said in a commanding tone. He then turned to you and in a softer, but still authoritative voice said, “(Y/N), I want you to go with them.”

“What”, you asked incredulously. “No way.”

Rex sighed and took your hands in his. “Please cyare, those things are going to overrun us, and I don’t want you to be here when they do. I want you to escape with them, I want you to be safe”, he said, his eyes pleading with you to listen, just this once, but you wouldn’t have it.

“No Rex. If you’re going to fight, then so am I, and if this is where it ends, then I’m going to be right here beside you”, you tell him, releasing yourself from his grasp in order to bring your hands to cup his face, bringing his forehead to meet yours. Your eyes close as you say your next words. “If we’re going to die, then we’re going to do it like we’ve done everything else, together.”

You hear Rex sigh once more and you open your eyes to look at him. A small grin starts at the corner of his mouth, “You’re so stubborn, you know that?”

You chuckled lightly. “Yes, I am, and that’s why you love me”, you said, raising an eyebrow and giving a cocky grin. He shook his head at you, but relented, knowing full well he was not going to win this argument.

You both looked back to Ezra who still stood at the entryway of the Phantom, looking sadder than you’d seen him yet. You frowned and walked over to him, placing your hands atop the boy’s shoulders and bending down so you were at eye level. “Hey, it’s okay, we’ll be alright. We have each other’s backs, and that’s all we’ve ever really needed. Besides, we’ve faced worse than this”, you say, trying to reassure him.

“It’s just…”, he started, but you cut him off with a light shake of his shoulders.

“Come on, you gotta focus here. The most important thing for you to do right now is get out of here and get that information back to the rebellion, got it?” He nodded and looked to his feet. You hooked a finger under his chin and brought it up so he would look at you. “You did great out there you know, keep that up and you’ll make one hell of a jedi someday”, you said with an encouraging smile. He gave you a sad smile back before suddenly launching toward you, catching you in a tight hug. You were surprised at first, but soon hugged him back, smiling at the gesture. You had never had any kids of your own, but you thought that this might be close to how motherhood would feel. You had just met this kid, but you were already very proud of him and the actions he had displayed over the time he’d been with you, and although you were sad to see him go you knew he’d be alright, and that brought you an unexpected sense of comfort. A few moments later you finally pulled away, smiling as you told him, “Now go.”

Ezra nodded again, this time a little more confidently, and backed into the starfighter. You moved, walking backwards, stopping to stand next to Rex as you watched them take off. Once they were airborne you turned to your husband with a knowing grin. “So, do we have an actual plan for taking those things down, or are we just winging it”, you asked.

He chuckled. “Well, unless you have any last-minute ideas, I think winging it is our only option”, he said, shrugging.

“Good”, you said, placing your hands on your hips, “Because that was my idea.” He laughed at your sudden perkiness, it reminded him of the old days when you two would exchange snarky comments in the heat of battle, it made the terrors on the battlefield a little easier to deal with and often helped to temporarily relieve his stress. “Now, let’s get to work”, you said and began to walk to the front of the tank. Before you could get more than two steps away you felt a tug on your wrist and were suddenly pulled against Rex’s chest. You looked up at him, a slightly surprised look on your face. He smiled and brought a hand to the back of your neck, bringing you into a deep, passionate kiss, which you immediately melted into, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in even more. You knew this fight would most likely be your last and it was clear he was thinking the same, so you decided to make this moment last, and just marvel in the love that was held there between you. After a few seconds, that were much too short for your liking, you both pulled away but still held onto one another, foreheads lightly touching, for a while longer.

“Whatever happens, I just want you to know that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m glad I chose love over following the rules, I’m glad I chose you”, Rex said, cutting the silence that had built between you two.

You smiled at his confession, “I’m glad I chose you too Rex. I love you.”

“And I love you (Y/N).” You slowly released one another and shared one more loving glance before you each were heading off to your stations to prepare for the fight that was about to ensue.

You went to stand at the front of the tank, detaching your sabers from your hips and holding them, still deactivated, at your sides while Rex manned the cannon. “Wolffe, bring us around”, you heard him yell to his fellow trooper. The tank began to turn, changing its direction to head straight for the walkers now in front of you.

As you made your approach the walkers began blasting the tank. You blocked a few shots with your sabers but weren’t able to deflect them all since they were shooting from two separate angles. One blast had the tank faltering and falling in the front, causing you to have to hold on to the railing in front of you so as not to fall. You looked behind you to the trooper driving the huge machine. “Wolffe, get us level”, you yelled to him.

“Yes General”, he said firmly. He then pulled the levers in his hands toward him and upwards, causing the tank to begin to lift in the front before finally being back on its feet once more. You took your defensive stance up again once you were able to get your footing. You were coming up quickly on the walkers and were desperately trying to come up with a crazy plan to take them out, if memory served you the craziest plans always seemed to be the most effective. You were halfway through your thinking when you heard Wolffe shout from behind you. “I’m going for the legs, all four of them.”

You turned to him with an incredulous look. “Are you crazy, there’s no way that’ll work”, you said, raising your voice over the commotion surrounding you.

“Never know until we try”, he responded.

You were about to argue against the idea until you remembered your previous thought. It was a crazy idea, so it just might work. You jump to the position right above him, looking down through the glass. “Alright then, have at it Commander”, you told him encouragingly.

He nodded and pushed forward, ramming the tank into the walker ahead. It seemed to be working, until it wasn’t, the tank now with its front legs halfway up the walker’s. You were almost sure that you would all be turned upside down any minute. You thought fast. You did have one plan, maybe impossible given your lack of practice over the years, but it was worth a shot. However, before you could put your plan into action you heard Rex shouting from somewhere behind you. “Come out and fight, you cowards”, he yelled to the men in the walker. He was standing on top of the cannon, and right in the line of fire. You cursed at him internally before leaping toward him, landing right in front of him, sabers ready to block the inevitable blast. Although, it never came. Before they could retaliate, the walker was shot from the side, throwing it off balance enough to distract them from their attack. You looked to see the Phantom fly under it and make its way to the second walker, you then saw Ezra, Kanan, and Zeb jump from the starfighter and land on its head before using their sabers to cut the hatch off and enter the machine. You grinned, and before you could voice the thought, Rex did it for you. “Just like the old days”, he said.

You turned, still grinning, to look at him. “Speaking of…”, you didn’t finish before running up the barrel of the cannon, replacing your sabers on your hips along the way.

“Wait, what are you doing”, he asked, concerned.

“Can’t let them show me up now can I”, you asked him, sending a playful wink over your shoulder. You used your higher position to launch yourself upward toward the first walker and was able to grab onto one of the blasters on the side of its head. You then swung yourself toward the top, landing much more gracefully than you’d expected to. You then drew your sabers and repeated the actions of the other two force-wielders, cutting a hole in the head and jumping down into it. You took your attack stance as soon as you were in, but when you looked around there was no one there. Walking to the control panel, you looked out to see the scene below and a movement from your right caught your eye. It was the imperials that had been manning the very walker you were in now; they had evacuated and were now fleeing on a speeder bike. “Huh, they really are cowards”, you said out loud to yourself.

Rex was below, now back in his seat behind the cannon. He was waiting to take the shot until he knew you were out. He wasn’t about to take that risk and was about to call the whole idea off when he saw something shoot out the head of the walker. He squinted to see better and nearly jumped out of his seat when you landed on the barrel of the cannon, giving a little mischievous grin when you noticed you’d startled him.

Rex shook his head. “So, did ya get ‘em”, he asked, eyebrow cocked and grinning back.

You jumped down, coming to stand next to him. “Nah, those hut’unns turned tail before I could even get to them. Took off that way”, you said, pointing in the direction you saw the speeder go.

“Oh, well then I guess there’s no need to blast this thing then”, he said, gesturing to the walker, “and just when we got the power restored, ah well.” You could see the slight disappointment on his face.

“You could still blast it you know”, you told him.

“To what purpose, they’re already gone.”

You laid a hand on his shoulder. “For no other purpose then the satisfaction of seeing this hunk of junk fall”, you said with a smile.

He grinned at you. “Have I told you how much I love you lately”, he asked.

You bent down so your face was next to his. “Yeah, but it’s always nice to hear it anyway”, you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before straightening and standing behind him.

Rex took the shot and you all watched as the walker fell to the ground. “You were right, that was satisfying.”

***

You and Rex had decided to leave the quiet life behind for now and join the rebellion, after a bit of convincing from Ezra and Sabine that is. You had said your goodbyes to Wolffe and Gregor before you left.

“So, I guess this is goodbye then”, Wolffe said, looking a bit downcast.

You laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “For now, but we’ll all see each other again”, you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

He gave a breathy chuckle. “Did the force tell you that”, he asked sarcastically. He always loved messing with you like that.

You rolled your eyes. “No, but it didn’t need to, I just know. Besides, you guys can’t get rid of us that easily”, you said smirking at them.

Gregor came to stand beside you draping an arm over your shoulders. “Well good, because we don’t want to”, he said, smiling wide. You laughed. Gregor was always the one to lighten the mood, always the chipper one, and so damn optimistic that it almost annoyed you sometimes, but you had to love him for it. You loved all your boys for who they were and for what made them unique, this affection only grew after the war when you all decided to live together in seclusion, and you got to know them better.

During the war it always seemed like there wasn’t enough time to properly get to know all your men, especially the ones outside of the 501st, who you’d been more often affiliated with. However, on the rare occasions where you did work outside of your Legion you tried to widen your friend group, meeting other troopers and their commanding officers, befriending all who would have you. As a jedi you knew this wasn’t advised seeing as you were not to form attachments and all, but at the time you really didn’t care, still didn’t in fact, and looking back you were glad you hadn’t. You knew that throughout the war you would lose many of these friends, and it wouldn’t be easy, but you had accepted that and would take it in stride as it came, because in the end you knew that these friendships would do more good than hurt. Sometimes, a lot of times, all these men needed was a good friend, an ear to listen to the chaos within their minds after hard battles, and on occasion even a shoulder to cry on. You were willing to be all these things for them and did it with as much grace and kindness as you could. It was due to this that it was so easy for Wolffe and Gregor to trust you after the war. Even with their chips removed, they were still confused for a long while, not knowing who to trust but each other, but with you they found it to be much easier, remembering all the times you had been there for them and their men and knowing you would never do anything to betray their trust. Yes, you loved your newfound family, and you’d do anything to keep them safe, which is why you’d finally agreed to join the fight to take down the Empire, it was the only way to make sure they’d never come after your men again. Although, it was still hard to say goodbye.

You looked between the two men, an almost sad smile forming on your face and before you could even think you’d brought them both into a tight hug, one which they returned in kind. “Just don’t do anything too reckless while we’re gone, okay”, you requested, pulling back with a kind smile and wiping the tear that had fallen down your cheek away with your fingertips.

“We’ll do our best General”, Gregor stated with a nod. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him for addressing you by rank, you weren’t going to argue, not now.

Rex came to stand beside you, facing his brothers. “You both did excellent work today, I have no doubt you’ll handle yourselves in whatever is to come, but let’s hope you won’t have to”, he said with a grin, clapping them both on the shoulder.

“Well, if you ever need us, you know where to reach us”, Wolffe said, clamping his hand over Rex’s forearm, a gesture you had seen exchanged from brother to brother many times before, and it brought a warm feeling to your chest every time. Rex nodded before releasing them and bringing an arm to wrap around your waist, its constant home over the years. “You two stay safe alright? I don’t want to have to find replacements for you, not that there even is such a thing”, Wolffe said with a sideways grin.

You smiled at this and then straightened your posture, giving your men a formal salute and holding it, Rex following suit, standing in the same position beside you. The two commanders returned the salute. After a moment you relaxed and returned to a normal standing position, everyone else doing the same. “Until we see each other again”, you said.

“Until we see each other again”, the two men echoed your words simultaneously.

***

You had docked the rebel ship and were following the Ghost crew down the brightly lit hallways before turning a corner and coming to a stop. You knew before they parted to let you both pass who would be standing on the other side, you had felt her familiar force signature as soon as you had boarded.

Rex stepped forward first, walking toward the smiling togruta. “Commander”, he addressed his old friend. “You got old.”

Ahsoka chuckled. “Had to happen sometime Rex”, she replied. She looked hesitant for a moment before embracing him in a tight hug.

You watched the interaction between the two, smiling to yourself, realizing just how long it had been since you had seen your friend, it felt like ages now. As you were in this train of thought Ahsoka pulled back from the embrace and suddenly looked over his shoulder, something catching her eye. “(Y/N)”, she said, it almost came out as a sigh.

Ahsoka walked to you and pulled you into a tight embrace as well, which you happily returned. “Hey Ahsoka, it’s been a while”, you said with a laugh.

Releasing each other from the hug, you both looked at one another. “I think that’s a bit of an understatement”, she responded, giving a light laugh of her own before the two of you turned to Rex.

“We’re just glad you’re still alive”, he said to her. You put a hand on her shoulder, giving a confirming nod.

“You too”, she said, looking between you and Rex.

“Well, we wouldn’t be if it weren’t for these guys”, Rex stated, gesturing to the crew behind you.

“Thank you for trusting my friend”, Ahsoka said, seeming to direct her thanks mainly to Kanan, who was surprisingly much less angry than you last remember sensing.

“It wasn’t easy”, Kanan confessed to her, “It still isn’t.”

You and Rex shared a saddened glance and you silently wondered if Kanan would ever come around, but you also made the decision to try not and push the topic, not now at least.

“Nothing worth doing ever is”, Ahsoka told him, and with that you all walked to the command center, for a rebellion is not built on pleasantries.

***

After a brief discussion of the next course of action, you had been dismissed to settle in, and were led to the room that you and your husband would be sharing for the time being. Before you could even sit down there was a knock at the door and you were surprised to find it was Sabine, asking to borrow you for a little while. You had agreed, albeit a bit hesitantly, wondering what the young girl could possibly need you for, especially with that excited glint in her eye. You shrugged at your confused spouse before following her out of the room.

Awhile later you returned, quite pleased with the outcome of your little surprise endeavor with the Mandalorian girl, who was very happy with herself when all was said and done. You entered your shared quarters and stopped just after entering, letting the door slide shut behind you. This got Rex’s attention and he turned to you from where he was seated, his smile dropping as soon as he properly laid eyes on you, his features morphing into a look of shocked admiration, and quickly closed his mouth that had opened in a slight gape.

He blinked a few times before finally speaking. “Cyar’ika you look…”, he started to say, but found he couldn’t think of the proper word to articulate what he was thinking at the moment.

You smiled. “You like it”, you asked, bringing your hands up to touch your hair, which was now styled in a way that complemented the shape of your face perfectly and now sported dyed blue tips. Sabine had also given you a fresh pair of clothes that she thought would fit you nicely. They did fit, even though they were a bit tighter than you would’ve liked, and the cut on the long-sleeved top was a bit lower than you were used to, but it was still high enough for you to consider it conservative, well conservative enough. Although, with the way your husband was staring at you now, you were grateful for these aspects, seeing just how much he was appreciating the way the outfit hugged your curves by the way his eyes scanned you from head to foot.

He stood and walked the short distance to you, taking your hands in his. “Like it? I love it, you look absolutely stunning, downright delectable even”, he said with a wicked grin.

You smacked his chest lightly, shaking your head. “And here I thought I married and gentleman”, you said, not being able to hide the grin that was forming.

“Oh, you did, it’s just that you have this incredible talent of pushing me to my limit at times, especially when you come in looking like this”, he said, eyeing you up again.

You blushed under his gaze. “Well, at least I know I’ve still got it”, you said, giving him a playful smirk.

He suddenly pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you secure against him, your faces only inches apart now. “Cyare, you never lost it”, he said cocking an eyebrow as he continued to grin at you, and with that you pulled him into a loving kiss, one that he quickly leaned into and deepened.

You pulled away after a bit to make eye contact once more. Rex released one of his arms from around you to bring his hand up to your hair, lightly playing with the tips between his fingers. “I like the hair too, always did think this color suited you.”

You gave a slight shrug. “You know me, always more than willing to support my boys in blue.”

You both shared a small laugh before catching each other’s lips in another kiss, this one a bit more tender than the last.

“So is this a bad time to talk about how I might be wishing we'd rethought our decision about not having kids”, he asked in a low voice once you two parted from the kiss.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in topics. “Umm, alright, what brought this on”, you asked.

He looked to the hand that was still playing with your hair, not wanting to make direct eye contact as he spoke his next words. “Well, it's just that, seeing you with Ezra earlier today, it made me realize, you'd make a great mother, and I almost feel like we've missed out on something special, and this isn’t exactly the first time the thought has crossed my mind. I’ve always wondered if we were making the right call not having a child of our own, but you seemed happy with our life together and I didn’t want you to ever feel pressured, I wanted it to be your choice, I still do.”

“Rex are you trying to tell me you want to have children”, you asked.

“Maybe, but not if you don’t, I mean… do you”, he asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Well, I won't say I've never thought about it, especially in the early years of our relationship. I'd often wonder what it would be like to have a little version of you running around."

“Or you”, he said with a smile.

You smile. “I guess it would be nice to have an addition to the family, and I'm sure the boys would make great uncles. Well, maybe with some supervision”, you say, chuckling out that last part.

“Really”, he asked, clearly a bit surprised by your response.

“Rex, I know I won't be able to keep you for as long as I'd like, I accepted that reality a long time ago”, you said, sliding your palm against his causing him to let go of the piece of hair he was still holding and intertwining your fingers with his, “but maybe if I have something of you left after, something we created together, then maybe I'll be able to continue on because I'll still be living for you, or at least a part of you." You were desperately trying to keep the tears you felt building behind your eyes from making their way out. You hated thinking about this, your husband’s shortened life span was never a topic you wanted to think about for too long, it was a reality you did not care to observe in your everyday life, but reality it was, and you knew someday you would have to face it. Just not today.

He pulled you closer with the arm still around your waist. “Oh Cyar'ika, I love you so much”, he said, kissing your forehead.

“And I love you, with all my heart.”

“So, we're really doing this then?”

You giggled at his noticeable excitement. “Yes, we're really doing this”, you confirmed. He then let go of your hand and cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss so full of love it nearly took the breath right out of you. You laughed once you managed to pull away again, trying to get your next thought out. “We can start trying when we have some time to ourselves.”

“We have time now”, he said, swiftly moving his hands to firmly grip your hips and pull you flush against him. Your senses left you for a second, heat rushing to your face and chest at the implication, before you were able to compose yourself.

You chuckled, coming back to your senses. “Actually, we don't. We've been asked to help pick the location for the rebel base. They figured since we were the ones to give the intel that we'd be able to find the safest place. I'm sure they've already started reviewing the list, so we'd better get going”, you said, a bit annoyed at the fact, there were much better things you could be doing, but you did promise to do whatever you could to help in this rebellion. Damn, why’d you always have to be the responsible one?

Rex broke you from your inner ramblings with another heated kiss that had you weak in the knees. “Alright fine, but tonight you're all mine”, he said against your lips.

“Deal. Now let's go, we're late”, you said, still smiling like a lovesick teenager and reluctantly pulling away from his embrace, which he did not want to make easy, but eventually gave in and released you.

As you made your way to the door, trying to compose yourself once again, he spoke. “Hopefully soon you'll be the one who’s late”, he said, taking you by surprise yet again.

You turned and raised an eyebrow at him and jokingly asked, “Okay, who are you, and where is the Rex I married?”

He laughed, coming to stand in front of you and leaning in slightly. “What can I say cyar’ika, you’ve made me bold”, he said, giving you a mischievous smile.

You shake your head and opened the door, taking him by the hand and leading him out into the corridor. “Alright, alright. Come on Stud, we have to go”, you said and began making your way to the bridge of the ship, “and save the dirty talk for tonight okay?” You grinned at him over your shoulder, continuing to pull him along.

He smiled and quickened his stride to walk alongside you, lacing his fingers with yours. “Yes Ma’am”, he responded softly.

You couldn’t seem to keep the smile off your face, for several reasons. The main two being that you knew you had quite the night ahead of you, thank the force for the private quarters, and you were thrilled at the idea of having Rex’s child. You weren’t sure what this new future would hold for the both of you, but you were ready to find out.

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