#ghost crew x reader

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a less-than-easy mission, you can't help but feel like a deadweight among the strong crew you'd joined. kanan is sent to solve your mood, offering words of comfort.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ghost crew x gn!reader, kanan x gn!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: self doubt, mention of wounds, requested by @ohnonixll

The hum and vibrations of the Ghost buzzed across your body, the cold durasteel floor pressing into your back as you stared up at the cargo’s ceiling. Not much had changed in the spiderwebs spinning in the uppermost corners; you would know. You’d been staring up at ‘em for well over an hour.

The skid of someone sliding down the ladder and the thunk of their boots hitting the floor jolted you back to reality. You peeked up, eyes straining to spy who approached, when the orange of Ezra’s cargo pants came into view.

He gave you an odd look. “Weather good down there?”

“Peachy,” you said, sighing deeply. “If you can call being doomed by uselessness peachy.”

Ezra took one look at the forlorn shadow in your eyes and turned tail. “Yeah, hope that goes well.”

“Screw you!”

You flopped back down in your pile of self-misery, while Ezra made a beeline for someone more qualified to deal with your… predicament.

And to his great luck, he ran right into the best possible candidate in his opinion. Ezra stumbled back, bracing one arm on the wall as he looked up at Kanan. He puffed a sigh of relief, getting a raised brow from his mentor. Kanan had a sigh locked and loaded before Ezra ever got a word out.

“What is it?”

“It’s Y/N,” Ezra exasperated. “They’re wallowing in the cargo.” He patted Kanan’s shoulder as he swept by, off to his room. “I think you got that handled.”

“Why not Hera?” Kanan called after him rather desperately.

Ezra waved a dismissive hand. “She’s out with Sabine, remember?”

“Oh,” said Kanan. “Right.” Just my luck.

But—you needed help, apparently. So as much as he dreaded these sort of confrontations, Kanan made his way to the cargo bay, running several questions over before settling on simply winging it. 

You lay unmoved from your position where Ezra found you, hands folded on your chest adn eyes locked on the ceiling. Kanan peered down from the railing, sighed a rallying sigh, and climbed down the ladder to reach you. Kanan slid to the floor, crossing his legs and resting his arms on his knees. Glancing between you and whatever you were staring at, he leaned to nudge your arm. 

“What’re we looking at?”

You gave a hefty puff. “Nothin’. Ezra sent you?”

Caught. Kanan shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe. He was worried.”

“Tch.” Clearly, you disagreed. That, or you just didn’t care. Either way, Kanan too felt concern gnaw at him, your behavior odd to say the least. 

“Mind if I ask what’s wrong?” Before you could quip back something snappy, he beat you to it. “Because obviously something’s on your mind. You’ve been off for a few days now.” 

Ever since that last mission, he noticed silently. Kanan tried to think of anything that might have triggered such a reaction, yet he came up short. “Listen… can we skip the part where upi pretend to be fine? You know whatever you say won’t leave me.”

You gave a hefty sigh and adjusted to sit up, shuffling toward the wall to rest against it. You nodded to the space beside you, Kanan soon occupying it. For some time all you did was fiddle with your hands, lips sealed shut. “I can’t even dress my own wounds.”

Kanan quirked a brow, eyes wandering confusedly, till… oh. He zeroed in on the gauze wrapped around your bicep, expertly tied off by Sabine that morning. You’d been shot with blaster, leaving a nasty burn behind. “Neither can Ezra.”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” you scoffed, brows knit. 

He rubbed at his neck. “Yeah, it’s supposed to.”

“Well it’s not.” You shifted further away from Kanan. “I just… I want to be more useful.”

There it is. Kanan tilted his head, trying to catch your fleeting gaze. “What made you think you were?”

You sputtered over fractured words, grabbing at them frantically. “Just look at me! That last mission could’ve gotten screwed up because of me.” You coiled your knees into your chest. “And on top of it all, I got myself hurt too.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“But it is! If I only knew how to fight…” You huffed, puffing out a breath. “I’m not a pilot or a Jedi or a warrior… I don’t even know why I’m here anymore…”

Immediately Kanan’s face fell. In the tense silence to follow, he set a gentle hand on your shoulder. In a soft tone, he cooed your name, saying, “You’re not here for anything you can do.” When you only sighed further, he said, “None of us are. We’re here because we believe in the same cause. Freedom.”

Lifting your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath and nodded solemnly. “Still, doesn’t make this wound any less my fault.”

Kanan ticked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Then let it heal and I’ll teach you to fight myself.” Your head swiveled around, lips agape. Kanan offered you a smile. “You’re here for a reason. You may not know what it is now, but one day you will.

“Besides—” Kanan stood to his feet, reaching out to take your hand “—I want you here. Everyone else does too. The ship wouldn’t be the same without you, kid.”

Heart swelling, you gave a shaky nod and jumped to your feet, doing your best to stifle a smile. “Yeah, okay.”

Sudden trampling echoed out from the balcony and seconds later Ezra jumped out, sliding down the ladder and making for the control panel. He pressed a large button and flipped a switch and the hatch to the cargo bay began to lower. “Sabine and Hera are back.”

Sure enough, the two women walked up the ramp, a box of supplies in hand. A grin tugged at your lips, only widening as Sabine ruffled your hair as she passed and Hera’s smile met yours tenfold. Yet it all fell apart when you caught Kanan’s I told you so gaze, and you forced your lips into a stiff frown. 

Ezra broke the moment as Hera called to Kanan, the boy’s eyes stuck on the corner you’d previously been staring at. “Wait, that spiderweb is kinda cool.”

You rolled your eyes. “Idiot,” you scoffed, heading off into the ship's depths with Sabine, unwilling to acknowledge the warm fuzzy feeling unfurling in your chest. You would learn to fight, and then maybe you wouldn’t be so useless—or, perhaps, start to believe Kanan, and you would accept this little family more and more, bit by bit.

[nubimera]

I can't believe this fandom has decided to continue ignoring the potential of a nightsister!reader

[acelvrr]

Dinner at Kuraigana island during the Timeskip

*at dinner*

y/n: what were you doing today, Perona? I haven't seen you all day.

Perona: I was reading

Mihawk: reading ?

Perona: yea, reading

y/n: okayy so what were you reading ?

Perona: hehehehe zoro's diary

Zoro: *spits out drink* WHAT you read my dream journal

Perona: Puhleaseee *rolls her eyes* it's not my fault you left it under your bed in a secret box, it's like you were asking me to read it, and plus it wasn't much of read. I give it 3 stars tops.

Mihawk: 3 is pushing it, it's 2.5 stars at most. There was just too many spelling mistakes

[bfwooin]

content. MDNI, heavy smut, fwb!hwangyeon, rough sex, creampie, size kink, hes an asshole.

a/n. i literally hate this man but i cant deny that hes sexy (same for juwon as well hmm), i needed to dump my thoughts somewhere okay i swear i hate him this is just a one time thing 🥀

WHY DO I SUDDENLY FIND HWANGYEON SO HOT. my brain needs to be studied because it should be criminal to fall for this man.

but just imagining him hitting your line up and calling you after losing against someone in a race with his ego severely bruised and mood ruined, you know this man will vent his anger in the way he knows best.

you're pushed against the mattress, taking his hard thrusts as his big hand holds your neck hostage, pinning your head down into the soft pillow that does nothing to serve comfort.

your drool spills all over the cover, moans of pain and pleasure escape your mouth like a deranged symphony. you're obeying to please him, that's why he called you over to the same hotel in the first place. you want to stop letting him get his way.

but fuck, you're excited when he calls for a session; those meaningless praises that he whispers down into your ear as he fucks you senseless make you lose all judgment.

his other hand bounds your wrists to your lower back, removing your liberation as you cry out thrust after thrust. he's rough, sweating and moving with desire as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes.

his mouth parts, a low breath emits as he gets lost in the haze of his arousal, and forgets about the upsetting outcome of the race. it's as if it didn't happen, he's too focused on the way your ass bounces fluidly against his hips as he eyes your gorgeous, arched back down and takes in the sight.

you swear you could feel him getting bigger inside of you, hitting your spot deeply over and over again until you feel his load paint your slick walls.

but he doesn't stop, pushing his cum deeper into you as he's still so caring about your own release.

only then does he cease when he feels your walls contract around his thick cock, eagerly milking every last drop out of him as your body courses with jolts of bliss.

someone needs to sedate me i am not okay.

[bussyyeukie]

141!space crew x pilot!reader: The blinking and beeping was so consistent you nearly didn’t hear it anymore. It droned into something akin to rainfall, or the crashing of waves. Although you weren’t sure what true waves sounded like, only having seen videos of them, or heard the man-made synthetic replications.

You were positive it sounded better in real life, Earth made–but Earth didn’t make them anymore. The water that was there was polluted and not safe to swim in, hell it was barely ok to stand by unless you really liked bad sewers. 

But it didn’t bug you too much, no use yearning for things that were impossible to obtain.

Your feet splashed in the puddles covering the ground, it would’ve soaked through your boots if they weren’t so high quality, having spent nearly a whole paycheck on them. New and thick and laced up high, metal lining the front of back of them, and the soles were so soft and padded.

Too bad the rest of you wasn’t as taken care of, your coat–although large–was thinning and the zipper got so stuck it was almost useless to zip it up if you wanted to unzip it in the next week. Your hood pulled tight over your head, even if it didn’t feel like it did anything. Ends of your pants tucked into your boots and shirt tucked into them. Hands shoved in your pockets as you walked, weaving through people left and right. Everyone was always in such a hurry, the neon lights everywhere nearly destroying the concept of darkness, and the buzzing ads ringing out of large screens and hologram projections standing out in the street. Women smiling wide with all too fluid movements, pitching some product in skirts and professional looking shirts. 

People walking through them or even swatting as they passed.

Your footsteps landed hard as they splashed up water around them. Vendors shouting out about their food or goods, people on calls screaming at wifes and secretaries. Keeping your eyes locked onto the people bustling in front of you. Building taller than anything, large machines filling any area that wasn’t packed with people. Drones and ships and space-crafts filling the sky. There wasn’t a single place that wasn’t occupied.

Even down the dark alleys behind the nightclubs, they were occupied too even if you couldn’t see them, either with people or with droids who were selling something.

The lights off everything reflected off you, off your eyes and damp skin, brushing loose hair out of your face and licking your lips. The water tasted like mud, it wasn’t clean or clear or refreshing. It was like licking a boot. Gasoline and dirt and muck.

While lost in your thoughts about water and obnoxious screens, you didn’t notice the man with the collar of his leather jacket up–covering a good portion of his face, or that he was about to run into you.

“Ow–hey what’s the big–”

Nearly sending you falling on your ass, the boney shoulder ramming straight into you, but your retort died on your tongue as you caught a glimpse of the man and the aggressive scowl he had on his face and the wild look in his eye. Pupils popped and ran into his irises, his sclera a off yellow, fairly typical with heavy druggies the past year. Your brows pinched together and you felt your gaze linger on him. His hair was dark and sticking to his face and neck.

“What…” his voice was croaky, harsh as he stopped in his tracks, the inside of his lips blackened. Letting people bump into him and send a swear as they disappeared back into the crowd.

“Uh,” you faltered, before shaking your head and holding your hands up, pressing your lips together tightly. Taking a step back as your eyes tracked every twitch he made, the cold escaping you for a moment as your attention shifted focus, “Nothing, sorry for bumping into you…”

You scoffed to yourself and turned, trying to swim your way back into the ever moving crowd.

Taking about two steps forward before a hand yanked you back, gripping your hood tightly as you stumbled.

“Hey–!”

Your voice was drowned out by the noise around. The pink lighting of the sign above you both casting down onto you, basking your shiny skin in warm light and color.

“I know you…” the man squinted his eyes, raising his other hand to your chest, gripping the thick jacket in a tight fist. Damn near caging you in–no one around stopped their pace or even sent a second glance. If a fight was going to happen, they’d rather be far away from it than caught in the middle, especially if Enforcers got involved, most everyone had something illegal on them or they were illegal. This part of town was notorious for its nightlife, and you’d rather be dead than detained by an Enforcer.

“No, you do not,” your voice held a light chuckle to it as you grabbed the man's wrist, utterly confused, “Trust me, I’d remember…that.”

With your other hand you gestured loosely to his face.

The man frowned deeper.

“No, I know your face,” he growled, grip tightening as he drew you in closer, like he was really studying your features and waiting for the answer to pop up.

“You do not, I promise,” you said, a firm hand pushing against his shoulder, leaning your head back, blinking away the water that was getting in your eyes. Hair already weighed down with the weight of the rain, pieces sticking to your jaw and neck like glue.

“You are…”

The tweaked out man’s eyes started twitching, lips curling. Like the amount he was thinking was hurting him.

“Hey, I am not that unique looking, I’m sure you’ve got me mixed up with someone else, because I have never met you, ever,” you pushed firmer at the dudes shoulder, he wasn’t terribly tall, but he had some leverage on you, “The chick at the pulled pork place like 10 minutes away looks just like me, it’s freaky.”

The darked haired man didn’t buy it, just about to open his mouth to say something when he was ripped off of you. Your eyes widening as you hopped a foot back, squinting in the rain.

“Christ, yer just can't stay outta trouble, can yer?” the lumbering man grunted, practically tossing the other man to the side, focusing his attention on him, “Fuck off mate.”

The dark haired man shot one last look towards you, then popped his collar up higher and stalked off, making his way into a jog through the crowd.

A grin fought its way onto your face as you re-adjusted your hood back on your head, pushing water and hair out of your face.

Standing before you was the large, darkened form you’d grown to enjoy seeing. Hood pulled tight on his head, covering the blond hairs, a dark mask pulled down under his lips as a smoldering cigarette sat between them. Lighting up a miniscule portion of his face, the fair skin and scared lips blooming under the light.

His shoulders were broad and solid, even slumped as they were, thick layering and jackets building that up more. He trudged towards you, footsteps silent all for the splashing.

“Ghost! Shit, I thought I'd get to the spot first,” you whined, walking fast to keep pace next to him.

He sent you a glance as he plucked the cigarette from his mouth before pinching the end of it, putting it out, stuffing it back onto his pocket.

“Pickin' fights, or are ya just that popular?”

The smirk could be heard in his jest, and you rolled your eyes, sending a look back over your shoulder into the muddled crowd of bodies.

“Just that popular,” you looked back at him, “Dude was a freak, I’ll tell you that.”

Simon chuckled, before clapping you roughly on the back, sneaking his hand up and tugging down the front of your hood.

“Ass,” your face heated up as you adjusted your hood. 

“Ah don’t be a poor loser, lovie,” Simon glanced at you, then looked discreetly behind him.

The walking turns out to be a lot easier now that you have a large barrier blocking the stream of people. You looked in front of you for a moment, watching the back of someone in a rugged suit try to get around someone he deemed too slow of a walker, your lips pursing as you swung your arm and smacked Simon in the stomach with the back of your palm.

“I didn’t lose anything, you just had to be all ‘white-knight’…”

All he did was laugh it off, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“Ah, sure Price’ll love to know why his pilots late,” Simon mused, his gait widening, “Cap’n loves late departures.”

“What–” your eyes widened as fear shocked its way through your belly, jogging to catch up with the blacked out man who was steadily gaining distance in front of you, “No–I didn’t do anything! Gho–hey!”

He sent one look over his shoulder, pulling up his mask over his nose, before disappearing into the crowd.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I've been having this idea ever since I've been slowly going back into pokemon/pokepasta (and how I've been reading some of your writing which is just. So good)

how about a pokepasta reader based on the Trapped In A Cave pokepasta? They are more of a ghost, and are seen more at places where it has food and such. They just make sure that Pokemons are fed and keep them away from places where they might be able to get trapped in forever-

I just got around to reading Trapped in a Cave and it's short but SAD AUGHH :(

...........

It was a rather sad and tragic end to your life...

Being trapped in a cave that had collapsed, freezing cold, without food or water.

And having no companion except your partner, your ace, your first first Pokémon: a Charizard who had to resort to...desperate measures to keep their hunger at bay.

As much as they tried to ignore their rumbling stomach and cried and whined and refused..you insisted that they ate your limbs.

And one by one, they did until only your head and torso remained.

It was agonizing, although the frostbite numbed some of the pain of their teeth tearing into your flesh and breaking your bones.

You had no strength left to scream anyways.

You hoped it would give them the energy they needed to burn their dying flame a little brighter and the strength to break out of the cave.

But after you closed your eyes for the last time, you suddenly found yourself floating outside that very cavern.

All of your limbs were attached, aside from bearing deep bite marks and exposing your muscle and bone.

You went inside, only to realize that a lot of time must have passed, as your Charizard had succumbed to starvation.

The only traces of you left were your hat and backpack, which they used as a pillow in their final moments alive.

With tears staining their face and your blood around their snout, your heart was broken.

You couldn't save them, but deep down..you expected this.

Your efforts only prolonged the inevitable.

However, their ghost showed up sometime later, and...while explaining that you were both dead wasn't easy, your beloved Charizard was happy to be with you and could receive all the pets they wanted now.

You two couldn't battle anymore, but instead made it your mission to ensure something like this never happened to another Pokémon nor trainer ever again.

Somehow your souls were tethered to the vast network of caves across the region, allowing you to travel from one to the other instantly.

You were also naturally drawn to areas where there was plentiful food. Such as the forests where berries grew in abundance.

You've spent most of your time ensuring Pokémon who wandered deep into caves didn't get lost and had enough food.

For caverns you sensed were unstable, you'd "spook" trainers to deter them from further exploration, with harmless techniques of course.

Eventually your travels led to you meeting other haunted trainers--such as Grey and Steven, who were exploring the cave Shinto ran into.

Steven almost flew into a rage upon seeing your Charizard's ghost, confusing them for Miki and accusing you of trying to "steal" her.

Only for her to show up a second later, confused.

Poor Grey is scared out of his wits, so you explain your story to them while Miki and your Charizard mingle (with Steven being lowkey surprised that they can see her as a normal member of their species and not as the broken, glitching mess she is).

After that, you meet Glitchy Red, Blake, and Gold, deciding to relay your story to them, too.

Much to Blake's and Grey's relief, you weren't another spirit/entity out for blood, but rather you wanted to help whoever you could to ensure they didn't meet a fate like yours.

Even though you couldn't travel everywhere with the trainers, you can warp from cave to cave to hang out with them, keeping their Pokémon well-fed and happy.

Most of them didn't need food anymore, but you like to pretend you're helping them.

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Rebels Wolffe x Reader

Summary: Wolffe x Medic!Reader set post-Order 66 during the Rebels era. Listened to the song “somewhere only we know” by Keane and made me think of old man Wolffe.

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The sky of Seelos burned orange as another sun dipped beneath the jagged horizon. The Ghost had landed hours ago, stirring the sand, dust, and old ghosts from their resting places.

You stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, scanning the ramshackle AT-TE turned-home ahead. Your breath caught when you saw him—helmet under one arm, same eye scar, same heavy gait. But time had added weight to his shoulders and silver to his hair.

Wolffe.

He hadn’t seen you yet. Or maybe he had and just didn’t believe it. You smiled.

“Well, kark me,” you called, stepping forward, “either I’m dreaming or the years have not been kind to you, old man.”

He froze mid-step. His one eye widened, flickering with something too raw to be masked. His voice was gravel when he finally spoke.

“Medic?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Still calling me that after all this time? Not even a ‘hey, great to see you, thought you were dead’?”

He dropped his helmet, closing the distance in long, heavy steps. You didn’t realize you were trembling until he reached you—until his gloved hand gently took your arm like he wasn’t sure if you’d disappear.

“You left,” he said. Not accusing. Just fact.

“So did you,” you whispered. “War ended. Republic died. So many of us died with it.”

A moment passed where neither of you breathed. The wind whistled over cracked metal and dry earth. The sun dipped a little lower.

Wolffe’s eye searched your face like it had answers to questions he never dared to ask. “Why now?” he said. “Why here?”

You glanced back toward the Ghost, where Sabine and Zeb were offloading supplies, Hera and Kanan deep in discussion. “I’m with them now. The Ghost crew. Ezra brought us out here. Said there were… good men worth finding.”

Wolffe looked away. “Not sure that’s true anymore.”

You touched his cheek—scarred, weathered, familiar. “Still wearing your guilt like a second set of armor, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“I remember when you used to smile,” you murmured. “Used to fight like hell, patch your brothers up, then sit with me under stars on Ryloth like the war wasn’t chewing us to pieces.”

His silence was heavy, but he didn’t pull away. Just watched you with that quiet intensity he always had.

“I’ve thought about you,” you said. “Over the years. Wondered if you made it. Wondered if you found peace somewhere.”

“This is the closest I got,” he said, glancing back at the AT-TE. “It’s not much.”

“It’s something,” you offered. “Somewhere only we know.”

A tired smirk tugged at his lips. “Still quoting that old song you used to hum in the medbay?”

You shrugged. “Catchy. And depressing. Fit the vibe.”

He chuckled—actually chuckled. It was a rare sound, worn and dry but still alive. “You really haven’t changed.”

You leaned in, nudging his shoulder. “You have. More lines. More grump. Less hair.”

“I shaved it.”

“Sure, sure. That’s what they all say.”

He shook his head, muttering a fond “damn smartass” under his breath.

The sun was nearly gone now, and the stars began to appear, faint and blinking like the ghosts of all you’d lost.

You stepped closer, chest brushing his armor. “You think we could find that peace again?” you asked, soft. “Maybe not like before, but… something close?”

He didn’t answer right away. But his hand found yours—calloused, warm, grounding.

“Stay a while,” he said. “Just… stay.”

You squeezed his hand.

“For now,” you said. “I’ll stay.”

And under a Seelos sky, two remnants of a broken galaxy found the smallest sliver of something whole. A memory made real. A place only you two remembered.

Somewhere only you knew.

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[blxkstar]

Come join the Rebellion against the empire!!!

I made a playlist for the Star Wars Rebellion! Please come check it out!

[koiiiji]

⊹♡ i believe in unpopular windbreaker characters supremacy☝🏻🤓🪔🧶🩰🔖🪽 ♡ ⊹

⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹

[shintaru]

Windbreaker | master list 2

🥀 writers guide ♡ recent fics🥀

Headcanons ~

Dating head canons pt.4

Dating head canons pt.5

Dating head canons pt.6

one - shots ~

Stuck in library overnight | Jay

What’s your favorite scary movie?

Who’s your favorite serial killer?

caught kissing their SO pt.1

Period comfort | Hajun ����

Death by devotion | Wooin

Trick or treating | multi

Vacillator | red glasses

Drivers license | Hyuk

Costume party | SC

No name | no name

Mr. Media | Juwon

Soda pop | Vinny

Apple picking |🃏

Host club | Wooin

Die first | Wooin

Pumpkin patch

Punk Princess

Apple pie | 🃏

Labubu | 🃏

Labubu | 🐍

Labubu | 🍌

Trick | wooin

Dating Hyuk

Ouija board

Corn maze

lie - wooin

Treats

mini series ~

song fics ~

Pins & needles | Wooin

Soda Pop | Hyuk

Taste | Jay

smut ~

Flashover | 🃏, 🍌, &🐍

Same time | Owen & 🃏

Blow jobs | 🍌&🐍

Panty thief | 🍌

🌶️📸 | 🐍

mood board ~

Death by devotion | 🐍

Sabbath crew quiz for fun!

I have master lists 1 & 3 linked here!

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

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

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ghost crew x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do we find them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Ezra asked without thinking. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That wasn’t the end of it either.

“Do you need something?”

“Go be useful, if you can.”

“Could you be more amazingly purposeless here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were here, that was for sure. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your answer was instantaneous. “Why?”

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

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

“Is that a surprise?” he wondered.

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

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

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

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

“Well, I don’t. You’re just…”

“Just what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It couldn’t hurt to ask.

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

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

“I want to help you.”

“Did I ask?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that such a surprise?”

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

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

“What’s so funny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you two are friends now?”

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

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

Ezra had to agree. 

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

[nubimera]

Me when Ezra e Reader have such a intense connection and mutual yearing for one anorher that even the term "love" isn't nearly strong enough to descrive what they have

Me when Ezra and Reader are star-crossed lover Who are aware of the fact they can't be together

Me when Ezra and Reader

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

hello!!! sosoosososo sw rebels. gn reader and ezra and reader have a sibling relationship. in my mind its like zeb and ezra but tamer .. if you can somehow fit hurt/comfort into the story thatd be fun!!! but ty for reading and doing this request if you do!!! 🫶🫶

I don't know if this is tamer than Ezra and Zeb but it's kinda like a mashup of Ezra and Zeb and Ezra and Sabine. That being said be ready for my favorite Star Wars ship and the parents of the Ghost family to be very good parents.

Also Hera's voice actress also voices Black Canary on Young Justice and between this and the Shadow Of A Bluejay series I think you can tell I want her to be my mom.

Am I slightly projecting? Is the reader Autistic coded? Who knows but I found myself projecting my own communication issues on Mandalorians so...

Platonic Ezra Bridger x Mandolorian!Reader

Wordcount: 1.6k

Masterlist

"Y/N"...

"Y/N"...

The doors to your room opened but you didn't look up, you were after all very comfortable on your top bunk polishing your blaster.

"You know one micro movement and I can splatter your insides on that wall right?" You asked, still not looking up from your blaster.

"You wouldn't do that" Ezra said confidently.

"I might not mean to, seeing as you keep coming in here without knocking" You told the slightly younger boy. He rolled his eyes.

"I was calling your name" Ezra said.

"And I wasn't listening" You replied.

"Well that's not my fault" He said.

"What do you want anyway shorty?" You asked and that got to him.

"We are the same height!" He exclaimed.

"No we're not" You said calmly.

"It is by half a centimeter, it's the same height" He insisted.

"No. It's not" You reiterated.

"You know what, forget it" Ezra said, storming out of your room.

"Oh come on, you know I'm joking" You said, finally putting the blaster away and going after Ezra.

It had only been a few months since the kid joined, maybe you were a bit too comfortable with your teasing but you thought it was a game.

"Ezra come back here!" You yelled after the little streak of blue hair you saw running out of the open hull of the Ghost.

"What's going on here exactly?" Hera asked, she'd heard yelling and saw Ezra run off.

"He just ran off!" You told her but she raised a brow in question.

"Okay, maybe there was some teasing but he came into my room without knocking. That's against the rules" You told her.

"You gotta let up on him, he's not used to... well to you yet. And you can be a lot sometimes kid" She said. You supposed she was right. She was far from the first person to tell you that.

Still you looked out at the direction that Ezra ran to. You were parked by a mountain with some caves on Lothal, decently far from any major cities and very much in the middle of nowhere so he had to come back sooner or later... right?

Later came and he still wasn't back. It was getting closer to sunset and you were getting worried.

"He'll be back before sundown, don't worry so much" Kanan told you as you paced the hull of the Ghost. He still wasn't back. He must have been really mad at you.

You grumbled, "I didn't mean to upset him so much, really I— I just—"

"Hey" Kanan said, lightly shaking your shoulder, "He'll come back and you'll tell him just that." he said.

Do you really think he'll come back?" You asked.

"It's not like he'd spend the night in a cave" Kanan said. Well nighttime rolled in and Ezra still wasn't back.

"That's it. I'm going to find him" You said, grabbing a flashlight and walking out.

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Zeb asked but Kanan just shrugged.

"They're big kids, they'll figure this out themselves" He said, "Besides when was the last time it was this quiet on here?" He asked, kicking back and laying his feet on the holotable.

Chopper beeped sassily.

"Yeah well no one asked for your opinions chop" Kanan retorted.

You started by going in the direction you saw Ezra run in hours ago but it's been so long he could practically be anywhere.

"Ezra!" You called out.

"Ezra! It's me! Can you please come back?" You yelled out into the mountains and heard it echoing back.

"Great" You grumbled. You kept walking, the flashlight and the stars being the only ones lighting your way.

You eventually found Ezra, sitting in the entrance of a shallow cave carved into one of the mountains.

"Ezra?" You asked and he scooted away from you.

"What do you want?" He asked and you stopped. Every step closer to him you took he kept scooting away on the floor of the cave.

"It's dark..." You said, trailing off.

"Yeah, and what do you care?" He asked.

"Well you weren't back and everyone was worried" You answered.

"So where's everyone else?" He asked.

"Well..."

"Just leave me alone." He said.

"Look, I get it, your mad at me and maybe a crossed a line but can you please just come back to the Ghost? It's dangerous out here" You tried to tell him.

"I'm fine. I made it out here all on my own before and I can do it again" Ezra said.

"Yeah but you don't have to. Come on Ezra, let's just go home and—"

"The Ghost is not my home!" He yelled and it echoed through the cave.

"Ezra"

"I get it, you don't like me, you don't have to pretend. Just go away and leave me alone" Ezra said, turning his back to you.

"You know what? Fine! Die alone in a cave for all I care, I'm going back to the Ghost! You do whatever you want" You said and stormed off.

When you came back to the Ghost alone Kanan looked a bit worried.

"You didn't find him?" He asked.

"Oh I found him but if he wants to be a jerk he can be a jerk in a cave." You said, walking past him and straight back to your room.

Hera, who had been sitting beside Kanan looked at him.

"Do you wanna take the moody teenager or the runaway kid?" She asked and Kanan sighed.

"I'll take the kid" He said and went out to find Ezra meanwhile Hera went to knock on your door.

It didn't take Kanan long to find Ezra, still holed up in the cave where you found him, throwing pebbles at the walls of the cave in frustration and grumbling to himself.

"Hey" Kanan said.

"Hey" Ezra replied and Kanan took a seat on the ground o the cave.

"You had us a bit worried back there" Kanan said.

"Yeah well I only go where I'm wanted." Ezra said.

"We want you on the Ghost. You know that" Kanan told him.

"Y/N obviously doesn't" The boy replied.

"Sit down" Kanan told him and Ezra turned around.

"What for?" He asked.

"Just do it" Kanan said and Ezra eventually did, sitting down beside the older Jedi.

"Why do you think Y/N doesn't want you around?" Kanan asked his padawan.

"Cause" Ezra replied.

"Cause what?" Kanan asked.

"Cause they're always such a jerk. I mean, I just wanted to ask if they wanted to hang out and they were—" "Being Y/N?" Kanan asked.

"Well yeah" Ezra replied.

"Listen, I'm gonna tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anyone I told you" Kanan said.

"Why?" Ezra asked.

"Cause if Y/N found out I told you they'd have my head" Kanan replied humorously before clearing his throat a bit.

"Y/N's a bit rougher around the edges than the rest of us, well except maybe Chopper" Kanan began.

"You're telling me" Ezra grumbled.

"But there's a good reason for it. They lost everything when they were really young and the Empire took over Mandalore." Kanan explained, "They survived by being tough. By not showing any weakness and the verbal sparring just came along naturally"

"So they're trying to show me they're tough?" Ezra asked.

"No, they're showing you that they think you're tough and that they care about you" Kanan explained.

"They don't talk that way to people they aren't close to or that they think are weak. And sometimes they take it too far but if anything that's because they think you can take it" He continued.

"So what? All those things are jokes to him? Cause they're not funny" Ezra told him.

"Then tell them that." Kanan told Ezra.

Meanwhile on the Ghost Hera knocked on your door.

"Y/N? May I come in?" She asked.

"Don't bother" You told her but the door still opened and Hera still came in.

"Kanan went to go get Ezra" She said.

"Good for him" You grumbled.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Hera asked and you sighed.

"He hates me" You told her.

"Ezra doesn't hate you, he's upset but he doesn't hate you" Hera said. climbing up to sit beside you on your bunk.

"Yes he does. I went too far again and he hates me" You told her and she sighed.

Ezra didn't reply, he stared off into the dark sky outside the cave.

"They went looking for you when you didn't come back. They didn't mean to go too far" Kanan told Ezra, "And sometimes Y/N doesn't always know how far to take it but trust me kid, they care about you. Heck, they care about you enough to go after you and bring you back. That's not nothing"

"Yeah, I guess" Ezra relented.

"And you care about them too" Kanan said, "Otherwise this wouldn't have bothered you so much so come on, let's get back home"

"Yeah, alright" Ezra relented.

When Kanan and Ezra got back you were awkwardly sitting beside Hera on the couch in the Ghost's lounge. Ezra didn't look particularly confident either as he walked in with Kanan.

...

"Hey" You said after a decently long silence.

"Hi" Ezra Ezra replied.

Kanan and Hera looked at each other. "Alright, we'll be in the cockpit if you need anything" Hera said, dragging Kanan along with her.

"So..." You said and Ezra took a seat beside you.

"Yeah" He said.

"I'm sorry" You both said at the same time and you chuckled.

"I didn't mean to go overboard on the teasing" You said.

"And I didn't mean to be so mean in the cave" He said.

"It's fine, I kind of deserved it. Besides I didn't actually want you to die alone in a cave" You told him.

"You know we're kind of like the siblings in this weird crew" Ezra told you.

"I've never had a younger sibling sibling before" You told him.

"And I've never had an older sibling before" Ezra said.

"So, siblings?" You asked and put your hand out.

"Siblings" Ezra agreed and shook your hand.

[thizandthatzz]

Accident

Rebels era Ezra Bridger x F!Pilot!Reader

Being one of the only girls in the rebellion flying a speeder into battle was hard enough, until the worst happened. The only thing that was able to distract you from your pain was a certain teenage Jedi. One that you maybe have a crush on...

Warnings: No use of (y/n), Angst, Like a lot of Angst, Hurt/Comfort Mentions of death, Major injury, Canon typical violence, Fluff, other stuff I'm probably forgetting.

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It felt like any other day. Well any other day in the rebellion is more accurate. You had been scouted months ago to join the rebellion for your pilot skills, but it felt like you were still under appreciated, by the men at least. There were only a couple people on base that truly helped you feel at home, Kanan, Hera, Sabine, Zeb, Kallus, and most importantly, Ezra. Your and Ezra's relationship was complicated. You were not exclusive by any means but you knew he wasn't seeing anyone else and neither were you. You knew Sabine bullied him for being so smitten behind closed doors but you honestly loved it, it let you know he actually does care and isn't just playing with your feelings like the last few guys.

You and Ezra had met in a way that will forever be ingrained in both of your minds. It was literally your first day in the rebellion and while you were getting a tour of the base you ran right into the nose of a speeder. You had the worst bloody nose and the first person to your side was him. In his words he had "Sensed a disturbance in the force". You just thanked him profusely and assumed you wouldn't see him much more after that, how wrong you were. By the will of the force, you managed to see each other every five minutes after the incident. On the seventh time seeing each other in the same hour in a completely different part of the ship you had both turned to each other and simultaneously asked "Are you following me"? You both laughed off all of the coincidences and decided maybe you would be good friends. Now though, things seemed to look a little more like friends.

You were talking to one of the other pilots before a quick mission and little did you know there was a set of eyes locked on you, Ezra. "I know half the guys here want her, but why can't I just man up?" He says running a hand over his face. Sabine is just looking at her spray paint machine while responding nonchalantly "Because you're a wimp when it comes to emotions. Literally just talk to her. She's always eyeing you anyway". With a sigh Ezra does something unexpected "Kriff it, I'm gonna go talk to her before the mission". Sabine whips her head up to see if he is serious but he is already making his way over to you.

You see Ezra coming and couldn't be more happy. The last conversation had been another one about your "lack" of skill because you're a female. Instead of letting it affect you, you put on a smile and pretend to be perfectly fine. "Hey Ezra! What's up"? As he reaches you he reaches for your arms and holds it and runs his thumb over it before saying "You don't have to pretend to be okay. I can tell that prick had an effect on you". Your smile dropped for multiple reasons, his sudden affection, which was not unwelcome just surprising, and his kind words. "I'll be fine. They all say it anyway". He looks down at you with pure empathy and as you look into each other's eyes you feel something shift. He seems to notice and you slightly lean into his touch. Before it could go any further though you get a comm, time to go. This meant Ezra had to go to the Ghost too. He was on this mission too. Your job was to cover the entrance and exit of the Ghost onto Thrawn's star destroyer. Sadly knowing you though meant something was bound to go wrong.

The OP was going about as smoothly as expected, it wasn't. The first problem had been the new tie fighters you had to take down. Luckily for you though, you were the second best pilot in the rebellion just behind Hera Syndulla, so these ties weren't much of a problem for you. The next problem was the Ghost crew was not on time getting out of the destroyer. They were taking longer than the assumed schedule which was a big problem. You only noticed this when you had come out of hyperspace to retrieve the Ghost crew and they were nowhere to be seen. This meant you had to fire on the destroyer for the time being, just great. As you were firing on the destroyer and fending off more ties, your left wing got hit. Nothing major, just enough that the landing was about to be rough. Your comm crackled and you heard a familiar voice "Phoenix leader, we await pickup." which was none other than Ezra. Getting on the group comm you responded with "Copy that spectre-6, were coming now". You and your crew pull down to where the main hanger is awaiting the Ghost's exit. Little did you know things were about to get really intresting.

The Ghost pulled out and it was time for their escort. As the Ghost flew you and the others of the Phoenix crew fended off any obstacles that may get in their way. You and the others were about to reach hyperspace when suddenly a tie landed a really lucky hit. Not on the Ghost but on you. They had hit your right engine which was actually the only thing that would keep you in the air once you reached the rebel bases atmosphere. Informing everyone you comm in "Right engine has been compromised. Rough landing incoming". You immediately get a comm back from a concerned Ezra "Copy that Phoenix leader, well try our best to land you safely." and then you were in hyperspace.

The landing was rough. More rough than it should be. As you fell into the atmosphere you realized one thing, you might not make it out of this one. You were plummeting to the surface of the planet with a compromised wing and engine, the only thing you could do was pull up when necessary. As you fly to the surface in a smoking ball you hear your comm crackling but it seems to be damaged because nothing is coming through. Right before impact with the surface you take a deep breath and use all of your strength to pull up on the levers, hopefully making your landing a bit more graceful. The next thing you remember is pure darkness.

The Ghost had landed at record pace and Ezra ran to exit the ship. All he could see was your ship falling out of the sky in a ball of flames and smoke. He ran to where it looked like you were about to crash land, and it was not looking pretty. Right before you hit the concrete run way he saw you pull up on the levers as hard as humanly possible, which was probably thing only thing that saved your life and the ship from completely crumpling when it hit the concrete. Once your ship had skidded to a halt he was already running to you. He reached the ship and saw you passed out over the control panel. The crash had knocked you unconscious, it wasn't uncommon just scary. He opened the hatch and reached for you gently. The fire squad was putting out the flames all around him making his clothes soaked but all that mattered right now was you. He grabbed you and pulled you into his arms bridal style. Once he had you secure he was already running to the med bay. All he saw as he was running was your face contorted in fear and pain.

You felt someone pull you out of the flaming ship. You also felt someones arms under your knees and back as they ran. You opened your eyes just slightly and looked up at none other than Ezra Bridger. He didn't seem to notice you were awake but that was fine. He looked scared for something or maybe someone, you couldn't tell, all you could tell was that everything hurt beyond measure. The pain started to become too much and you blacked out once again.

As Ezra reached the med bay the doctors immediately took you and sent him off. All he heard them talk about was your arm, back, and legs. Major parts of the body. He was no doctor but he knew if any of that was broken you would be lucky to ever fly again, and he couldn't help but think it was all his fault. As he buried his head in his hands he felt someones presence next to him, Kanan. "She will be fine. The force has a way of making things happen in unexpected ways. I just want to say I'm proud of you for running into fire to save her though, not every person is that brave but I'm happy I raised you to be." Kanan spoke to Ezra. That was all Ezra needed to finally break down. He turned to his master and cried into his shoulder, muttering incoherently. The only sentence that Kanan caught was "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I could've shot the tie down". Kanan just held his padawan and let him cry because he knew if this happened to Hera, he would be doing the exact same thing.

You were out of surgery and laying asleep in a hospital bed with Ezra at your side. He was holding your hand and sleeping with his head on the medical bed and the rest of him in an uncomfortable visitors seat. You had broken your left arm fully in half, right knee had been dislocated and the femur fractured, the worst of all though was your back. Your tail bone had broken along with an offset in your spine and more than a few stable and compression fractures. You were lucky Ezra had gotten you so quickly or else they wouldn't have been able to set your spine back and save your ability to walk.

As you stirred you took in the sight of Ezra in front of you. You tried to sit up slightly but hissed in pain, this woke the beautiful boy in front of you. Ezra immediately jumped into action and asked "What hurts? Is it your back or something else?" with true concern in his tone. The doctor had given Ezra a full run down on what happened so he could explain it to you when you were ready. All you could see though as you looked at Ezra was sadness. His eyes were baggy and the whites of his eyes had turned red while crying. It broke your heart to see him like this. All you could manage was a raspy whisper "Ezra". He held onto your good hand a little harder and put his other hand on your cheek while saying "It's all going to be okay, I promise you it will all be fine". His image started to blur slightly as the tears came to your eyes. As you let the tears fall he moved his chair closer and held you the best he could without hurting you. He let you cry into his sweatshirt as he whispered to you. The only thing you heard was "I'll never let anyone hurt you again, you are so special to me and I can't ever bear to see you like this again". Time seemed to blur together and you fell asleep in his arms. Later that night, Kanan and Hera came to see you just to see you and Ezra sleeping soundly.

As you lay awake in your hospital bed you couldn't stop thinking of the words the doctor had told you the night before. They had told you that you may never be able to fly again. The one thing you offered to the rebellion would be gone. They never said it was a guarantee but it stung. It stung like a deep wound that would heal with a nasty scar. It stung like an emotional song that hit just a little too hard. It stung in ways you never knew were possible. You stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think to hard about your chances. You had heard AP-5 say your chances of ever flying again were 4,000 to 1, virtually impossible. You just really need a distraction right now.

Ezra had heard the news. You will most likely never fly again. The second he heard them he knew you already knew. He ran as fast as he could to the med bay and barged into your room. He took one look at you and knew you already knew. He walked to your bedside and took your good hand in his. He just stayed silent because he knew you would speak in your own time, all you needed right now was someone there to hold you and listen and he was ready to be that. He would do anything for you, this was just the start.

With a raspy almost sob you finally speak up "I don't know what I'm going to do Ezra. The only thing I could use for help is gone now. It's like everything is over." then the tears came. Ezra got up from his seat and sat on the med bed carefully before pulling you into his arms with even more gentleness than necessary. "You have so much to offer this galaxy and the rebellion. You mean so much to so many people and seeing you like this not only broke you but it broke me. I want you to do what you love but I also want you safe and if it's safe for you to not be flying then I think you shouldn't fly for a while." Ezra said so gently it just made even more tears come. As you cried a few words managed to escape your lips "I just feel like I've failed everything I worked towards. I feel like I failed the rebellion, my family, you, everything". He just held you tighter and did something that would have caught you off guard if it wasn't for your current circumstances, he kissed your temple so gently it almost felt like a whisper of a kiss. You just leaned back into him further and let sleep come to you because you knew that was the only place you could escape the pain in your chest.

As Ezra held a sleeping you, his mind raced with every possible thought. Would you be okay? Would he be okay if you weren't? Would you ever fly again? Would he be okay if you couldn't? There was only one pattern to these thoughts that raced through Ezra's teenage mind, you were his first thought and he was his second. He was putting someone other than himself first for the first time in his life and it scared him. It scared him but he also knew that it was time. Time for him to care for someone as deeply as others cared for him. Time for him to care for someone who needed it as badly as he did all those years ago alone on Lothal. It was time for him to find something to live for and that person was in his arms, hurting but alive.

It had been 2 weeks since your accident and you were still on bed rest. The only consistent things in your life were the terrible thoughts that plagued your mind and the beautiful boy that was at your bedside the second he felt a shift in the force. The only good thing to come out of this horrible situation was him. The boy you had eyes on from the second you met. The boy that had encapsulated you from the beginning. The boy who cared for you more than you cared for yourself. Your sole reason for trying to move on with life. He saved you from the ship that day but he also had been saving you the whole time. He held you when you cried, listened to you when you ranted, laughed with you when Zeb said a terrible joke, he was with you through it all and you still had no clue how you were going to thank him for saving your life in more ways than one.

Today was the day Ezra told himself. He was going to tell you how he felt. It was going to hurt really bad if you didn't feel the same but he thought it was worth the risk. Sabine had convinced him to do it. She had put the idea into his head that after your accident, you don't really realize how much time you have with someone until it's almost too late. He wasn't dumb, he had heard the doctors say it was a miracle you were alive, that no one should be able to survive a crash like that. It was like the force had given you a second chance and he thinks he knows why. The force gave you another chance at life so he could have a chance to live it with you, and he was not going to pass on such a golden opportunity.

As Ezra reached your room he heard multiple voices inside, Zeb and Kallus. They seemed to be entertaining you for the time being but it was his turn to be with the girl of his dreams. As he entered the room he saw Zeb and Kallus holding hands and laughing at a joke you had just said. It wasn't an unknown fact that the two men had the hots for each other, it was just a matter of when they would finally realize it themselves, and thank the maker they did. Zeb and Kallus turned to the door as Ezra walked in and immediately grinned at each other. Ezra had confided in them about his feelings for you and they had both agreed that he should go for it. They said that everyone only lives once and he should go for the things he loves while he is young. Ezra couldn't have put it more beautifully himself. Zeb and Kallus got up to leave as Ezra came in and only said one thing "Have fun you two, but not too much fun." as they left hand in hand.

Ezra sat down next to your bed and you could already tell he was nervous. You didn't know why but you were definitely going to ask, he had done so much for you recently and you were not going to turn your back on him ever. He deserved the world for how he had treated you the past few weeks and you just hoped you could be the one to give him it. "I have something really important to tell you." Ezra spoke quietly. With a small smile you said "Go on". He averts his eyes from yours for only a second before taking a small breath and launching into a beautiful but heart breaking speech.

" You might not remember everything from the accident yet, but I can’t forget. I can’t forget what it felt like pulling you out of that ship, your body limp, barely breathing. I thought I was losing you. And in that moment, something inside me just broke. It was like the whole world collapsed around me, like everything I ever cared about was slipping through my fingers. I’ve never been that scared in my entire life. And that’s when I realized, I’ve been lying to myself. Telling myself we had time. That I could wait. That just being near you was enough. But it’s not. Not anymore. I love you. I don’t know when it started, maybe it’s always been there, but it hit me so hard in that moment. And I just kept thinking, What if I never get to tell her? I can’t live with that. So I’m telling you now. I love you. And if there’s any chance you feel even a fraction of the same… I want to be here, for all of it. The pain, the healing, whatever comes next. I just want to be with you."

You just stared at Ezra in shock, not knowing he was capable of such an emotional feeling. You were completely speechless but that didn't stop you from saying the words you had wanted to say since you learned he had been the one to save your life that fateful day, "I love you Ezra Bridger, and I always will". With that confirmation he closed the gap between you both and kissed you like a man on fire. Fire on fire. The kiss was gentle because of your current state but it spoke words that both of you couldn't articulate. He had his hand on your cheek and his other held your good hand. As you pulled away you let your forehead lay against his. Neither of you knew how to do this but that wasn't going to stop either of you. He had almost lost you before he could even tell you he loved you and because of that he was never going to let you go. While the accident had ruined almost everything for you there was one thing it didn't ruin, him, because it couldn't. Nothing could ruin this man for you. He saved you when you seemed so utterly lost and you would spend the rest of your life thanking him.

A/N: Lets just say this was absolutely heart breaking to write and this will be getting a second part. Legit cried while writing this. Why do I do these things to myself....

[x-reader-things]

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

[carnivorousyandeere]

oh yess your kinktober stuff got me real interested in the ghost crew!!! especially Sonika 👀👀

Hehehe, Sonika comes across cool and collected most of the time… but her Darling’s discomfort and fear gets her a little hot and bothered, and their pain makes her downright hungry 🤭

She’s the one monitoring the cameras and other equipment most of the time… she has a special love for watching her Darling do solo investigations in the scariest parts of the haunted locations they visit and watching them get spooked by every little creak and gust of cold wind~!