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Six Word Story Prompt #5–Coffee

Six Word Story Prompt #5–Coffee

Six Word Story Prompt #5–Coffee by My Random Ramblings

Coffee

I hate coffee, but love Coca-Cola.

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AS ALWAYS KEEP ON CRAFTING & LOVIN’ EVERY MINUTE! NO MATTER WHAT YOUR STYLE!…WHILE YOU AT IT ENJOY ANY WRITING OR OTHER PROJECTS YOU LOVE!!

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[cbialczak1971]

Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings.

Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings.

The prompt for today is Uncertain.

He stood perplexed, uncertain, feeling lost.

[askkananjarrus]

Only Do

Gift fic for myrandomramblings as a prize for the 100 followers celebration. They asked for a fic where Kanan and Ezra explored their relationship - Kanan as a father figure. It turned a little dark and extended, I hope it’s close to what you wanted.

On Ao3

Nights on the Ghost were dark and quiet. Sabine would retire to her quarters shortly after they ate, muttering about sketching new designs or working on a formula for better explosives. Zeb and Ezra would squabble about whose turn it was to clean the dinner dishes, while Hera and Kanan poured over star charts and strategies for their next job. Usually they didn’t notice when Ezra slipped out to bed and Zeb settled in front of the holonet or down to the cargo bay to do his nightly exercises.

“We should give him a bedtime,” Kanan had said at first. “Isn’t that… what you’re supposed to do? For children.”

“He’s old enough to work that out for himself,” Hera had said. “You can give him a schedule if you want, but really, do you think he’s going to follow it? Once he falls asleep in the cockpit because he stayed up all night he’ll get the message that he can’t afford to stint himself on food and rest.”

“I don’t know what to do with kids.”

Hera knows him better than he knows himself. Knows what he needs, always did know. He wonders, sometimes, how he ever survived without her. “He’s human, dear,” she tells him. “Just treat him the way you would have liked to be treated.”

How you would have liked to be treated.

Kanan remembers that one of the greatest kindnesses of his life was being allowed to sleep, uninterrupted, for longer than an hour, without fear of being discovered.

He has no idea, truly, how he would have liked to be treated. There is no frame of reference.

Kanan doesn’t give Ezra a schedule.

Tonight, Hera leans down over his work and kisses his cheek, saying she’s going to turn in early while he still studies the layouts of the Imperial shipyard, searching for ways to get inside undetected, applying the tactical mind and knowledge that she recruited him for. He murmurs an endearment in response, not looking up. He needs to finish this, and he knows she will be there in the morning. How you would have liked to be treated, indeed.

An hour later, maybe two, and he hears a noise from down the hallway.

Zeb, going to sleep finally, he thinks, although the Lasat tends to be the last awake even when Kanan is working like he is tonight. A high pitched whimper, however, is definitely not the Lasat, and a quick glance at the surveillance comm shows Zeb in the midst of his staff forms amongst the cargo crates in the hold.

The sound is coming from the quarters that Zeb shares with Ezra, though.

Kanan hesitates, considers reaching out through the force to be sure his apprentice is all right, then changes his mind and stands up, flicking off the holo display and padding silently towards the boy’s room.

Ezra is on the top bunk, of course, not only because of Chopper’s propensity for pranks. Kanan can remember Ezra’s tower on Lothal, knows that the boy prefers to be up as high as he can be. The habits of the hunted, habits he had to form himself when he was Ezra’s age — Ezra has known them for nearly seven years.

“Ezra?” Kanan is familiar with bad dreams, knows how sometimes coming out of them is a gradual process. Ezra can hear him, but he is still trapped in whatever world his brain has created for him in sleep, and Kanan needs to ease him back into this one. “Ezra are you okay?”

A low groan then, heartfelt and heartbreaking, before a pair of blue eyes peer over the side of the bunk, blinking in the dim light from the corridor beyond.

“Kanan?”

“Hey, kid. You were having a bad dream.”

“I was?”

“You okay?”

Ezra’s eyes fill so suddenly that Kanan is embarrassed. He remembers this. Remembers the rush of impossible feeling, when someone, anyone, shows concern. Sympathy can hurt worse than a blaster bolt, when you’ve been so long starved of it.

The boy ducks back into the bunk, voice choked with tears he is too ashamed to shed. “I’m fine,” he says.

Kanan can do one of two things. He can leave, and let Ezra keep his pride, or he can try to break through. “No you’re not,” he says, not even aware that he’s made the latter decision. In his head, a child too young for war is watching his master die in front of him, is trying to force legs made of lead run for the life she died for, is screaming because these things are not fair, never fair, what could have been crowding out what is to the point where the noise is enough to kill all action.

There is silence for a while. “If I’m not, then I can’t be a Jedi, can I,” Ezra says eventually, voice small.

“What makes you think that?” Kanan says.

“That thing you say — whenever you meditate. There is no emotion. There is only peace. I can’t do that.”

Ezra still has not shown his face and Kanan won’t ask him to. He knows, as long as Ezra speaks to the wall, he can pretend that he is not exposing his heart.

“You can’t do that yet,” Kanan says softly. “Sometimes neither can I.”

There is a long silence. Kanan has explained this to Ezra, too many times. He knows, though, that his own mantra is false, that there is a point where you can only try, and there is no do.

“I miss them,” Ezra says.

Kanan reaches up, finding a small hand in the darkness. “I know, kid,” he says. “But we’re here.”

It’s a while before Ezra stops crying, but eventually, he turns over and his breath eases into sleep.

[rainright]

So my sister told me that when she was stocking the shelves at her new job (it's a shiny new toy store) she saw that they have Guardians of the Galaxy Lego. DUDE I NEED TO BUY IT ALLLLLL. 

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And one day that girl

gave up on the world,

because she tried to save it

but it wouldn't save her.

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