hey hey friends! behold, another random oneshot! I’ll get back to Space Married eventually, but these are what I’ve felt inspired to write lately! I’m working full-time, so that’s why my fic writing has been limited in spite of it being summer. hoping to do a lot more writing though!!
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me: there is little to no Kanera in this fic
the fic: *read on to understand the humor*
The pain only lasts for an instant. It’s white-hot and all-consuming, but it feels like nothing compared to the sight of the horror on Hera’s face.
Then Kanan Jarrus, Jedi Knight, sinks into blackness, just as he had when his sight had been stolen long ago.
But his soul, unlike his body, is not consumed by the flame.
All he can feel is the Force.
Everywhere. Just as it had been before, yet unlike it has ever been.
And he is a part of it. In a way he never was and never could be when he was a living being.
There is…freedom. Kanan is pure energy—he’s weightless; tied to nothing.
But that’s not true.
He is tied to something— someone .
Hera.
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Visions Of A Downfall
I've always headcanoned that Ezra had visions about his “death” in rebels and he knew for weeks about it… poor boy. Anyway, that’s what this is about! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Feel free to drop by my inbox with your ideas!
Genre: Random???
Characters: Ezra Bridged (mentions of Kanan Jarrus)
Warnings: Mentions of death
Ezra slowly rose from bed, groggy from the lack of sleep, his feet shuffling unevenly on the floor of the Ghost. His blue eyes were squinted as if they did not want to open, but Ezra wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. Sometimes, there were downsides to being a Jedi. Sometimes the nightmares were too much for him to handle.
Hands stretched out in front of him, feeling the wall so he wouldn't fall in the dark, his raven hair was a mess from the tossing and turning he’d done in dreamland.
The cool metal of the door handle brushed against his bare palm, and he grasped it, not quite used to lacking the feeling of his usual gloves on his hands.
The Jedi apprentice opened the door slowly, as to not make a sound and awaken the rest of the crew. He’d never hear them end of it from Zeb if he did.
Now, the stars above seemed infinite, beckoning as they traced out a thousand different stories across the blackness of the sky.
Grass swirled around his ankles, stirred by the light breeze, as he gazed up at the stunning night, the two moons casting his face in a silvery glow.
Ezra had always wondered how the stars got to be in the sky, when he was little. At first, the Jedi thought that they were guiding beacons for the ships above, lighting the way so they would never be in the dark. Then, when he was a bit older, he assumed that they were ghosts wandering among the planets in search of each other and freedom.
Now, he had less fantastical guesses, as he’d travelled from planet to planet and spotted the firey spheres that the stars really were.
A loth-cat stalked through the grasses ahead of him, fur seeming to meld with the landscape around it. It darted away as the raven haired boy continued his walk.
So much had happened during theses last few weeks. Some things were miracles, others almost too far from it to be possible.
But he didn't want to think about their losses now.
His eyes reflected the glow of a passing ship overhead, some imperial transport that didn't even give Ezra a second glance.
In the dark and lacking his usual attire, he probably hadn't even been spotted.
Ezra reached the crest of the hill that the Ghost had used for cover, and settled himself in the grasses.
He didn't mind the silence as the ship sped too far away to see, the wind finally dying down. It was far more peaceful them the dreams he’d been having.
The Loth-cat circled back towards the Jedi boy, but he didn't notice.
He knew, from the dreams, that something just as bad as Kanan’s death was coming for him, too.
His own downfall, possibly, but he couldn’t tell.
Jedi visions were always like that. Clear but unclear, like water blurred by the stirring of a sandy bottom.
He knew that he was approaching the end of his time, though in this life, this crew of even this galaxy were details he hadn't been given.
Maybe he’d see Kanan again.
Ezra was ready for this fate, whatever was coming for him or whatever would finally being him down.
He’d done enough for the galaxy to finally rest. For as long as the forces of the universe could keep him asleep, anyway. Ezra had a knack for getting out of the strangest of predicaments.
The galaxy might fade, he might fade, but he’d done enough.
Ezra returned to the ship, silent as the ghost he was doomed to become.
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