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From the moment he spotted the guy making his way through The Asteroid Belt’s dim, noisy, smoky interior to seat himself at one of the empty tables in the back, Kanan hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him: the stranger—human, male, mid to late teens perhaps (fair game here on Gorse), with dark hair and golden skin and eyes whose striking blue could be made out even from a distance—wore an orange jacket, tall brown boots, had a holster strapped to his right thigh, and sat with his back to the wall, scanning the crowd as if he were looking for someone. Kanan, who typically found his courage at the bottom of a bottle and was already feeling lucky—and like getting lucky, or at the very least trying his luck—tonight, downed his beer with a single huge swig, wiped his mouth, belched, and strode over, running a hand over his head to tame any loose hairs.

The guy, who Kanan saw had a strange pair of scars on his left cheek, caught sight of him immediately and went still, those pretty blue eyes widening in what Kanan could only assume was wonder, and, bloated with confidence, he straightened up a little bit more and prepared to lay on the charm; if he played his cards right, he wouldn’t have to spend the evening with a handful of his favorite holos.

He slid into the seat beside the stupefied young man, flashed him a dazzling, tipsy smile, and proceeded to launch into one of his 200 pick-up lines, tonight’s being, “You got a name, sweetheart, or should I just call you mine?” when his eyes drifted downward and saw what was hanging off the stranger’s belt.

All of Kanan’s alcohol-fueled bravado rushed out of him like water from a shattered glass, and it was only when he felt a hand grasp his chin and turn his face upward that he realized he was not looking at a thief, nor a rich collector of banned weapons, but the real, genuine thing.

“I don’t have time to explain,” the handsome young Jedi said in a calm voice, “and I know you have no reason to trust me right now, Kanan, but that’s exactly what I need you to do.”

Ezra caught sight of him as the delegation of New Galactic Republic officials debarked from the Eta-class ambassadorial shuttle—a tall, lean silhouette, long brown hair and billowing robes as he strode off the landing platform and toward the reconstructed Temple of Lothal—and then Ezra broke into a run.

Kanan Jarrus’s face lit up like a star beacon when he spotted his former Padawan; he opened his arms, grinning broadly, and Ezra launched himself through the air the last two meters. Laughing out loud, he caught Ezra in a spin to keep his momentum from bowling them both across the platform and into the grass, although two or three wary representatives sidestepped the pair to avoid any potential collision.

He pulled back and took in the sight of Ezra’s handsome (if a bit scruffy and unshaven) face, cupping the cheek that bore two scars from a lightsaber fight twenty years ago—a face he had not seen in person for six standard months.

“Padawan,” he said deeply, huskily, and took pleasure in the way Ezra’s eyelids fluttered, the beloved moniker causing a palpable wave of arousal to shimmer through the Force.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ezra Bridger & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus Additional Tags: Menstruation, Intersex Ezra Bridger, Gender Issues, Secrets, Confessions, Awkward Conversations, Kanan Jarrus Has PTSD, Bed-Wetting, Anxiety Disorder, Ezra Bridger Needs a Hug, Kanan Jarrus Needs a Hug, Parental Kanan Jarrus, Family Feels, Supportive Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger Gets a Hug, Hopeful Ending Series: Part 32 of Star Wars: Rebbles Summary:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order (Video Game), Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ezra Bridger/Kanan Jarrus, Kanan Jarrus/Cal Kestis Characters: Kanan Jarrus, Cal Kestis, Ezra Bridger Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Sex Pollen, Master/Padawan Relationship(s), Mentioned Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi - Freeform, Love Confessions, Secret Crush, First Time, Unrequited Love, One-Sided Cal Kestis/Kanan Jarrus, but not for long, Foreshadowing, Polyamory, Implied Cal Kestis/Kanan Jarrus, Pillow Talk, Pre-Relationship, Cal Kestis/Kanan Jarrus/Ezra Bridger, October Prompt Challenge, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000 Series: Part 23 of Star Wars: Rebbles Summary:

Ezra gets infected by a Lorrkatu flower while on a supply run with Kanan.

Prompt: Sex Pollen

Excerpt:

By the time Kanan realized why the flower looked so familiar, it was already too late.

The beautiful orange and pink blossom that had lured Ezra closer for a sampling of its sweet perfume shot a plume of golden pollen directly into his face.

“No!” Kanan grabbed his Padawan by the shoulders and jerked him away, already aware that it was useless. Sure enough, when Ezra collapsed in his arms and Kanan lifted the boy’s eyelid, his pupil was dilated and his iris was glittering with flecks of gold from the fast-acting aphrodisiac.

“Kriff,” Kanan muttered. He wrestled his comlink from his belt. “Cal, we have a problem.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ezra Bridger & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Innuendo, Humor, Sexual Humor, Implied Kanan Jarrus/Ezra Bridger, Bad Jokes, Drabble, Double Drabble, Wordcount: 100-500 Series: Part 6 of Star Wars: Rebbles Summary: