#rebels imagine

summary — it’s been a while since you’ve gotten good sleep. the ghost crew is starting to see those effects.

warnings — gn!reader, absolute fluff

requested by — anon <3

SLEEP WAS EVADING YOU. this wasn’t the first night that you laid there, tossing and turning. your eyes met the ceiling, begging yourself to sleep. was it how quiet it was? maybe. you weren’t used to the quiet, not with how used to you were to loud noises and explosions. that was war.

you saw the beginnings of light peak under your door, and you ran your hands down your face. you and the ghost crew found a home on lothal, especially since the war since ended.

requested by: no one

pairing: sort of anakin x reader

warning: flashbacks and nightmares to violence

"Liar!" his voice echoed in your mind as you tossed back and forth in the pathetic bunk you called a bed. You remember that day so vividly, a true nightmare that had come to life. Everything seemed to be going too well. Maybe that should have been a sign. You were part of the failing Jedi Order. Only a year or two older than Anakin himself. You had been at the temple when Obi-wan and Anakin returned. You were practically a sister to Obi, so you always stuck by his side when he returned home.

Even though you had your own master, you spent a lot of time with Anakin becoming close friends. And as you both became knights, it was clear between you both that there was something, a not-so-hidden attraction to each other.

Even with young Ahsoka becoming his padawan, she was even able to sense it. But not one said a thing. You worked well together. Your battalions often worked alongside each other. You balanced each other out in a way that not even Obi-wan could understand.

So where did you go wrong?

SUMMARY — you hurt yourself on a mission doing something not so smart, and ezra helps you tend to your wounds. not without a scold or two.

WARNINGS — gn!jedi!reader, fluff, angst

REQUESTED BY — anon!

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“I CAN MAKE IT!” you call from the other side of the gap. the gap was just a little too wide and beyond your abilities. you knew that you could force jump most of the way over, but you weren’t entirely sure.

“i don’t think you can!” ezra called with a warning tone. he admired your desire for a challenge, but at the same time, you worried him. maybe that’s what kanan felt whenever he did stupid stuff.

you were gonna try anyways.

you backtracked on the ledge, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you prepared for the leap. you had to have faith in yourself and your abilities, but in that moment as you looked upon the gap between you and the ghost crew, you doubted yourself. that was your first mistake.

you ran, trying to keep an even pace so all of your energy wasn’t expended at one time.

ezra was nervous. he didn’t doubt your abilities for one second, but as your best friend — and the one who has caught feelings for you — he was worried you wouldn’t make it. that your confidence would falter just enough for you to fail.

you were mid-air, feeling confident; you were gonna make it. unfortunately, the people who were currently chasing you caught up to you, and aimed their blasters and shot at you. you didn’t think a stormtrooper would be able to aim, but when a blaster bolt ran through your back, you thought otherwise.

you were shaken off balance, so much so that you were going to be short of the other platform.

“y/n!” ezra yelled. he reached out with the force to catch you. he brought you over to his side, seeing the carnage. for a moment he thought you’d been killed, and for a moment he felt the rage build up inside of him. those feelings dissipated as soon as you shifted. you were still unconscious, but at least you were alive.

“we need to get her to the ghost, now,” hera ordered. ezra picked you in his arms, bridal style, and ran with the group the rest of the way to the ghost, which wasn’t far.

ezra carried you into the ship, the door closing behind them. as they took off, ezra placed you on your cot. he grabbed medical supplies and hurried back to you, tending to the wound on your stomach. he didn’t care too much that he was invading your space; you’d been shot for force’s sake.

he cleaned around the wound, earning a hiss from you as you broke out of your unconscious state.

“that was what woke you up?” he teased as he gently cleaned the area around the wound and the wound the best he could.

“shut up, ezra,” you groaned as you laid down flat again. you felt everything he did. from the stitches to the bacta patch.

“you shouldn’t have jumped that,” ezra spoke after a moment of silence, wrapping your wound.

“i know that now,”

“you could’ve gotten yourself killed, y/n, you almost died,” he sounded serious, more so than he usually was. you didn’t respond to him at first, knowing he was right.

“you were reckless-”

“you’re not my master, ezra,” you interrupted him with a serious expression of your own. ezra flicked his eyes up to yours from his wrapping, his eyes filled with surprise; you don’t normally snap like that.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap,” you hummed after a moments silence.

“i don’t blame you,”

“you should,” you countered. ezra took a moment to think about his response, biting his lip as his thoughts ran wild.

“i…i was scared for you, y/n. i didn’t want to lose you, and i know you could have made it if those blasted troopers didn’t shoot you, but still…your life flashed before my eyes,” he admitted softly. you sat up, ignoring the soreness and the stinging that was coming from your abdomen.

“you’re not gonna lose me that easily, ezra,” you hummed softly, supporting yourself with your hands at your sides.

“it felt like i could,” you didn’t know what to say to that. another silence filled the air as you both processed the emotions that were swimming around you. you blinked several times before grabbing ahold of ezra’s hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“i won’t do something like that again,” you promised. a small smile formed onto his lips as he ducked his eyes away from your own, his cheeks becoming a bright red color.

“i know you will,” he smiled.

“maybe,” you shrugged with a grin of your own. ezra admired your desire for a challenge, but he was now starting to feel the effects of the feelings that have grown in the pit of his stomach.

“just warn me next time,” he chuckled.

“now where’s the fun in that?” you argued with a playful tone. ezra couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes lighting up. ezra smiled at you, his stomach erupting with butterflies and his eyes frozen on you. he knew then that he liked you, if confirmation wasn’t sent before when he nearly had a heart attack over your jump.

“get some rest,” ezra smiled as he stood up, going to the door.

“will do,” you salute him with a cheesy grin on your face. he left the room with a laugh, going to sit with zeb to play holochess.

hera heard almost everything, and with a smile, she nodded at kanan. little do you and ezra know, hera knew about you guys’ little crush on each other before you did, and she was going to use that information to the best of her ability.

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warnings:

a/n:

requested by @the-radio-star

You scream sent ripples of concern throughout the Ghost and not long after, the whole crew was at your door.

“You guys get some sleep,” Hera instructed, “I’ll take care of y/n.” She shooed the rest of the crew away from the door, much to the dismay of Kanan, but her solid stare was enough to keep him back. She gently knocked on the door and let herself in to find you tossing around your blankets and sheets. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“No.” You mumbled and turned to face her with tears in your eyes. She sat on your bunk and rested her hand on your shoulder, softly patting you until you decided to talk. “Those Inquisitors, I—I can’t get them out of my head.” You buried your face into your pillow and felt her lay down beside you, trying her hardest to comfort you in your time of need.

“We will do everything in our power to keep them away from you, y/n, you have my word.” Hera assured you with a light squeeze on the arm before trailing her hand up and down your bicep in a new attempt of comfort, and with humming a sweet tune. You snuggled closer to her and let her take you in her arms as she lulled you back to sleep in a much clearer state of mind. She always made you feel safe, and you’d always look back on the day you joined her as one of the greatest days of your life.

Kanan and Hera: Mum and Dad

Zeb: Middle child with unresolved trauma, something to prove

Ezra: Youngest child. Whine Whine Whine. Always complaining. Kanan and Hera wonder where they went wrong sometimes

Sabine: Oldest, has the most trauma, but also the most responsibility. Sick of Ezras shit

Chopper: the first born, but was such a little shit and has been around for so long that he can get away with anything and has to do nothing.

Rex: Granpa, epitome of “back in my day” king of tough love. Gets Ezra handballed to him when Ezra is being annoying

Fenn Rau: sensible uncle, don’t see him much, but he has had a hard life. No banter, doesn’t really care bout his nieces and nephews

Summary: You and Sabine go on a fun date.

Words: 1.1 k

A/n: Hi, I had this idea in my mind since I time now and I finally write it. Lol. Thanks for reading and I hope you like it. (also i suck at making summaries sorry)

"Hurry up, cyare" Sabine cheered, motioning you to hurry up, "We're almost there."

“Sabine, wait!” you chuckled, trying to follow her through the dusty path, not exactly knowing where it was leading to.

When Sabine asked you on a date you should have imagined her definition of a fun night would be getting in trouble. Now, as you reached the top of the hill it seemed your suspicions were true. 

The dim light of Lothal´s moons illuminated what seemed to be an imperial outpost, not far from where you were; from distance it looked old and quiet, almost as if it was abandoned. You observed the building as Sabine kneeled carefully not to be spotted, as concentrated as if she was on a mission, she had a plan but what was it?

"We could get in trouble for this." you mumbled kneeling next to her.

"That's the idea". she said looking through the rangefinder of her helmet “All clear” She murmured. “Come on-”

"Sabine, wait-'' you protested but she was already running towards the outpost. Sighing you got up and went with the mandalorian. "I have a bad feeling about this"

You followed her into the building, already expecting a few stormtroopers and a fight, but instead you found nothing. 

Weird.

The outpost seemed to be abandoned but that didn't ease your worries about the place.

"Relax, there's no one home” Sabine told you seeing you so tense, “I’ve been monitoring this base for weeks, as far as I know it's gonna be destroyed.“

Her words and the confident tone of her voice were all you needed to finally start to relax and enjoy this little time with her. But it was her gloved hand carefully taking yours what made you fully give in.

Together you wandered the empty hallways of the facility until you reached the main hall. When you saw the great gray wall In the back of the room, empty from floor to ceiling, you knew instantly why she had brought you here and honestly it was brilliant.

She tugged off her helmet and dropped it at her feet before looking at you, a playful smirk drawn on her lips. She only smiled like that when she had some kind of mischief planned, and though you had seen it a thousand times her smile never failed to make your heart beat faster. 

"Here, you're going to need this" she said handing you one of her spray pistols. "Think you can handle it?" 

You took the item on your hands and examined it for a bit, "Don't worry, I'll get the hang of it" you told her with a playful smile.

Sabine elbowed you softly and both laughed. 

The mandalorian started to paint the wall before her, expertly moving the spray pistol side to side, easily creating beautiful strokes. She was a natural with the paint, ever since you met her you have always seen her painting, it was a part of her, but for you it was something new and unknown. You were a warrior not an artist, and somehow she was both. 

You admired her concentrated features as she kept adding details to her masterpiece, the paint seemed to reflect into her hazel eyes as a delicate smile curved the side of her lips. Sabine was as beautiful as her art.

Then your gaze went back to your "canvas" in blank, thinking about what to do. You decided to figure it out on the going, so you started spraying, doing your best with the pistol, trying to draw something that made a bit of sense.

Suddenly a brilliant idea came to your head.

With a quick movement of your hand, you covered the poor girl in paint, making her yell in surprise, causing you to burst in laughter. 

"I'm gonna kill you, cyare!" she said cleaning the paint off her cheek.

"I would like to see you try, Wren."

And the colorful battle began.

Giggling you tried your best to hit the girl with her own art weapons, moving around she managed to get closer to you splashing paint all over your body. And for a moment it was like if it were just Sabine and you, surrounded by a multicolored cloud. No Empire, no battles, no war, just her hazel eyes and melodious laugh.

You were so immersed in your little paint fight that you completely forgot where you really were.

"Hey!" screamed a voice behind you, making you both stop and look at the intruder, a stormtrooper. "What are you doing here?" 

Dang it!

Without really thinking you shot the trooper with the spray pistol, covering his hermet with paint. Sabine and you took this little advantage to run away, in the distance you could hear the soldier calling for reinforcements.

“You said it was empty!” you protested as you were running.

“No, I said that no one was home, big difference” she told you.

The reinforcement showed up sooner than you expected, forcing you to blast your way out.

"Throw as many of these as you can." Sabine said, giving you her bag full of colorful explosives. A smile crossed your face, of course she brought explosives to a date.

You did as she said while she was taking down bucket heads. You fought your way out, as you always do when the missions go wrong.

Finally both of you managed to get out of the Imperial building. 

"Ready?" asked Sabine as you keep running in the dark.

"For what?"

"For this" she said and activated the detonator. Making you stop your tracks and turn around.

The outpost exploded, illuminating the night sky with thousands of colors that seemed to paint the stars.

You took a minute to admire Sabine's masterpiece, captivated by the beauty of destruction.

Sabine, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at you: Half covered in paint, with that bright smile drawing on your lips and a rainbow in your eyes, you were living art.

"It's beautiful," you said softly, turning around to see the helmetless mandalorian girl standing next to you with a soft smile. She had found a new muse.

"Yeah, it is'' she mumbled but she wasn’t talking about the colorful mess in the distance, she was talking about you. She smiled one last time at you before stepping closer to you,  delicately taking your face between her hands, capturing your lips on a sweet kiss that made your eyes flutter close. 

You could swear your heart was going to get out of your chest as she kissed you under the colorful lights of the explosion.

“We should really get going before someone notices our little mess” you said breaking away the kiss, a bright smile on your face. 

Love Confession + Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

You’re a tactical consultant, often coming in for particularly tricky heists around neutral systems and complicated local treaties

The 501st jokes you could sell a bridge to Palpatine himself if you talked long enough

You once talked a local tribal leader who had captured Anakin, not only to let him go, but to give the 501st passage through their land and as many supplies as they could carry

Bottom line, you’re very good at your job, and Rex can’t help but admire it

More than admire it really

You’re extremely intelligent, witty, kind, and treat himself as his brothers with respect as individuals

You, meanwhile, can’t help but admire him in return

He’s loyal, brave, resourceful, and respects your authoirty and opinion despite not being a Jedi or a clone

Whenever there is any down time between battles you’re often seen together, talking about tatics, life, or anything that comes to mind

Fives quickly catches on to how Rex acts around you and vice versa

He tells the rest of the squad who immediately start speculating

It’s Kix who finally suggest that the pair of you are together and everyone else jumps on board

Fives then tells Ahsoka, who tells Anakin, who tells Obi Wan and so on and so on

Eventually it feels like the entire GAR thinks you guys are a couple

You two are blissfully unaware of this, but accept the excuses to be alone together as everyone conveniently exits the room around the same time

Anakin even goes so far as to ask you for missions you’re not really needed for

(He understands it’s hard to be away from someone you love and so sympathies)

Eventually though, it gets a little too suspicious for Rex and he confronts Fives about it

Fives tells him, “Look Captain, I know you want to keep it a low profile with Y/N, but we all know about you.”

Rex is immediately confused and eventually Fives realizes his mistake

Rex is mortified, but after Fives lays it all out for him, how he always smiles whenever you enter a room, how you always check on him first after a mission, how you stay close to each other during battle, it all becomes clear; he loves you, and there is a very good chance you love him too; now what is he going to do about it

The next time you see each other, Rex can hardly look you in the eye

He’s essentially having an existentialist crisis, having no idea how to act around you because while he’s certain about his own feelings, he doesn’t want to presume yours

You guys go out on you mission, everything goes smoothly, until it doesn’t

Your negociation falls apart at the seems as the Seperatist make their grand entrance

A fire fight breaks out and in the middle of the chaos, you get shot

It’s all a blur from there as all you can make out is Rex screaming your name and calling for Kix to get you out of there

The last thing you see is Rex leaning over you, as he cups you cheeks and begs you to keep your eyes open before it all goes dark

You wake up to the white of the medical bay

Rex is by your side in a moment, looking as if he hasn’t slept in days

He starts babbling, going on about how close he was to loosing you, how Fives was right, he couldn’t last without you

He keeps on going until those three words just slip out, “I love you”

You stop him then, cupping his cheek before pulling him into a gentle kiss

You only stop when you here a cheer from the other side of the room were Kix, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Anakin, and Ahsoka are standing looking a mix between embarrassed and ecstatic

Palpatine's plan was to use Eli to keep Thrawn in check and other evilness he does to manipulate people.