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[dindjarins04]

Can you please do a Kanan x female y/n reader with 13 a where Kanan is stressed and the reader takes care of him by brushing his hair out? Thank you! 💚

OMG OF COURSE.

I didn't know if you wanted pre-Malachor but I think this works better after the events on Malachor.

The Relief

Kanan X FEM!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Prompts: 13A) "What would help you right now?"

Warnings: Spoilers for season 2 and tooth-rotting fluff. Also stressed Kanan and Chopper being Chopper because he has to be a warning these days.

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You didn't need the Force to know he was stressed. Ever since Malachor, he's been different. He says he's fine, but you know he isn't. You would be upset and angry if you were blind. It was a quiet day on The Ghost, until Ezra and Chopper began to argue. Those two arguing had Sabine and Zeb join in and then eventually the entire Ghost crew beside you and Kana were shouting and yelling at each other, Chopper shocking anyone who disagreed with him. You were trying to pilot the ship, the Ghost Crew yelling directly behind you. You thought Hera wouldn't get herself involved; she is the one to defuse the tension.

"Can you all do this somewhere else?!" You shouted over the noise but they ignored you. Sighing, you jumped into hyperspace before turning and facing the group. Before you could say anything, a loud voice beat you.

"STOP!" Kanan yelled, successfully making everyone silent, all beside Chopper who grumbled quietly. "What in the Force has you all yelling?!" He demanded.

"Chopper started it-" Chopper responds back with a 'I did no such thing'.

"Ezra brought everyone else in it-" Sabine started.

"Did not!"

"You told me to support you!"

"You were clearly just picking a fight with Chopper," Zeb said.

"Hey! That's-"

"I didn't come in here for another argument to start!" Kanan snapped again, the group falling silent. "Hera, I thought you wouldn't get involved,"

"I wasn't going to-"

"Don't want to hear it," He growled. "Sabine and Ezra, you two are acting like children, grow up or you can both leave. Rebels are not whiny children!" Kanan hissed. "Zeb, get back to work and stop getting distracted, you're supposed to be setting an example or do I need to dump you on some backwater planet?!"

"No, sorry," Zeb grumbled before walking away, shoulders drooped.

"And Chopper," Kanan looked down at the droid who challenged him back. "Stop starting arguments if you can't win them quick enough,"

"What?!"

"If I say anything rude he'll zap me," Kanan responded before stalking away.

"What about Y/N?!" Ezra hollowed at Kana who stopped walking but didn't turn around.

"Unlike you, she was piloting and not shouting and arguing,"

"How do you know that?!"

"I'm blind, not deaf, now back to work Ezra," The young boy grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. You watched Kanan walk through The Ghost and you grimaced. He never talks to his crew like that. Something was off.

"I'm going to see what's wrong with him," You say to Hera who smiles and places a hand on your shoulder once you stood up.

"I'm sorry about what happened, I'm surprised you didn't get distracted and managed to pilot the ship," You laugh slightly.

"I had a good teacher," She patted your shoulder before moving to sit in the pilot's seat. Chopper beeped at you and tugged on your clothes. "What's up, Chop?" He beeped and you laughed. "No Chop, I'm not going to do that," He beeps again. "I know that would help him but I want to know the real reason behind his stress," He does a long begging sound. "No, I'm not going to fuck Kanan every time he's stressed," Chopper groans and hits his head against your leg, beeping at you. "No, I'm not a horrible person you're a horrible droid," The surprised sound Chopper made as you sauntered away had you laughing at him. "Hyperdrive isn't working yet, fix it Chop," He sighed heavily before dragging himself across the cockpit and out to fix the hyperdrive. You smiled at him before walking away.

~~~

You find him in his room, meditating. You quietly begin to close the door, not wanting to interrupt him.

"(Y/N)," He says, eyes still closed. You cringe before opening the door again and closing it behind you. The room is dim and the mask he wears over his eyes is placed carefully on his desk.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quietly as you stand awkwardly by the door, wondering if he'll ask you to leave. His eyes open, revealing the pure whiteness.

"You didn't, the others did and I cannot go back to that state of mind," You walk over and sit next to him on the floor.

"Are you okay? You seemed more stressed than your meditation being disrupted. Like, there's something else on your mind," He turns his head slightly in your direction.

"I don't think I was stressed," You let out a hearty laugh.

"Kanan, you've never threatened to kick people of The Ghost let alone shout at Sabine and Ezra, telling them they're not good enough for the rebellion," You sigh softly. "You usually handle those situations better-"

"You're saying that I didn't handle it well? Everyone stopped arguing," He says, leaning against the wall and you copied his actions.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you made Sabine cry," You say. Silence falls over you two. It's not comfortable like it usually is, it's tense and awkward. Finally, after what seems like hours, Kanan sighs and runs his hand down his face.

"If I'm going to be honest, I am SO stressed," He begins. "We keep getting one problem after another, first it was the Inquisitor, then Maul, and now Thrawn is getting closer to finding Chopper Base and it doesn't help that Kallus is Fulcrum and I have no idea if we should trust him. Price is also on our tail and we haven't had proper alone time because whenever we do get that time, Thrawn or something to do with the Empire comes up and of course the Empire paramount's everything," He sighs heavily, bringing his legs up to his chest and resting his head on his knees.

"What would help right now?" You ask after some silence. He slowly lifts his head and turns to face you and he smiles softly.

"You...um...and..." He trails off, shaking his head. "Nevermind,"

"What is it Kanan? Come on, I want to help you,"

"Well, I kind of like it when you run your fingers through my hair...it calms me," You beam at him.

"Well, your hair is in dire need of a brush," You say before taking his hands in yours and pulling him to the bed. He chuckles as you sit him down and grab his brush before kneeling behind him before gently brushing his brown locks.

This time, the silence is welcomed and almost comforting. The only sound is the whir of the engines and the rushing sounds from hyperspace. You slowly ran the comb through his hair, carefully undoing knots when you came across them. It was so peaceful. You finally found yourself relaxing with Kanan; a rare occasion. You used one hand to comb his hand while you used your other hand to run your fingers through his hair or massaging his scalp.

"(Y/N)?" You hummed in response to your name, finished with brushing his hair and placing the comb down beside him. He moved his hand to cover yours and give it a light squeeze. "I love you," He whispers. You smile widely; that's the first time he's confessed that.

"I love you, more than anything," He turned his head to face you. You gently pushed back some of his hair before gingerly tracing his scar across his scar. He stiffened at first but your touch was so comforting to him. He needed it so much. You pull your hand away. "How did the maker give me the most handsome man in the galaxy?" He smiled and turned his body to face yours.

"How did the Force guide me to the most beautiful woman in the galaxy?" He cups your face before bringing your lips to his. The kiss was so sweet, soft and filled with emotions. You carded your fingers through his soft hair, moving to straddle his lap to deepen the kiss. A sealed promise to never lose each other.

[speaknowkazbrekker]

I am once again saying - it should have been Ezra who found Grogu. He would've helped Grogu form a balance of attachment and becoming a Jedi.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Ezra took the Darksaber from Maul’s lair without fighting Maul. The last person to defeat Maul in combat was Obi-Wan. Bo-Katan already accepted the Darksaber without fighting its previous owner twice now (once post Siege of Mandalore according to Rebels + when given to her again by Sabine), and I can’t see how Gideon could have possibly fought her for it but left her alive. 

Hence: the throne of Mandalore either belongs to Maul’s ashes, or to Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost, or to Anakin’s Force Ghost for defeating Obi-Wan, or to Sidious’ cloned consciousness for killing Vader, or to Anakin’s Force Ghost again for dumping Sidious into a reactor, or to Sidious again for wiping the floor with a darksaber-wielding Maul all the way back in TCW s5 and thus making every subsequent claim to the blade moot.

[spectre-six]

Everyone needs to be worried about Ezra

[lordandempressdoodle]

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn my son.

[aceofstars16]

“It’s a good look for her.”

This is a short fic inspired by posts and things I’ve heard/seen about how Hera gets kind of...colder and harder after Rebels (understandably so, but it still hurts...) So I thought, why not write a fic about that from a random rebel’s perspective and how two strangers show up and suddenly “the General” seems so much happier...

I might expand on Casey more at some point but...who know, I already have so many OCs xD

Fic below the cut:

General Syndulla. Casey saw her around base all the time, in fact, she flew under her command quite often, which was a…challenge, to say the least. It wasn’t that she disliked the General, on the contrary, Casey learned so much watching her fly, but there was something so, distant about her. The first time Casey had met her, General Syndulla had greeted her, but there was something tight in her voice and though she had looked at her, Casey had a feeling she wasn’t really looking at her. It had been quite unsettling, and that feeling had never truly gone away. Casey trusted the General to lead, but that was all, she would always find someone else to bring her problems or worries about the fleet. If there was anything Casey had learned over the past few months, it was that General Syndulla was not the personable type.

A few pilots had filled her in on why the General acted as she did. Apparently, she had lost a crew member many years ago, which explained it, at least to a degree. Casey had lost some friends while flying for the Rebellion, and it hurt, even if she barely knew them. But despite that she still tried to be herself, to be helpful and kind, so she knew there had to be something more. How close had that crew member been to the General?

It was just a regular day on the base when it happened. The war was still raging, despite the Emperor’s death, there was still so much to fix, so many planets to free. Most everyone Casey knew was so excited about the victory, there was an excitement in the air, and yet General Syndulla still seemed distant, until the ship came.

Casey had been running diagnostics on her X-wing when it showed up – a ship she had never seen before. She didn’t know ship models super well, but this one looked Mandalorian in design. Maybe Mandalore had decided to help out again? She had heard rumors that the war hardened people had helped the rebels years ago, but she hadn’t seen it herself.

The ramp lowered and Casey watched out of the corner of her eye as two figured emerged. One of them was a man, his black hair was tied back in a messy ponytail – as if his hair didn’t want to be tamed - he wore simple clothes, nothing very distinguishing. The other figure, however, wore Mandalorian armor. Her hair was fiery red, as in actual fire – red fading to orange, then yellow on the tips. They were a strange procession and Casey found herself completely forgetting her work as she watched them. Shaking her head, she turned back to her ship, only to jerk her head back towards the pair as they called out into the hanger.

“Hera!”

Casey had only heard the General’s first name a few times, used only by higher ranking officers, and she had never heard it in that tone before. Joy.

The two figures broke into a run, right towards General Syndulla. Casey couldn’t tear her eyes away as they hugged her, and as she returned the hug. For the first time ever, the General was smiling – a real, honest to goodness smile. Even after the hug ended, the smile didn’t go away. The heaviness, the strictness that Casey had grown accustomed to was gone, as if someone had lifted a weight off of her. No, not someone, the two strangers from the ship.

“Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren…they look different than I pictured.”

Casey jumped at the voice and quickly turned to look at Riley – one of her closest friends. “Who?”

“You don’t know? They used to be part of General Syndulla’s crew. The one that helped spark a bunch of rebel activity. We might not even be here without them!”

Looking back at the small group, Casey wondered what kind of missions they had gone on, what kind of challenges they had faced. And then it struck her, seeing the closeness of the group, the smiles, the laugher as Chopper – General Syndulla’s astromech – complained and playfully hit the man – Ezra. If these three were that close…the member they had lost must have been just as close to the General. Losing someone like that, like family…Casey couldn’t imagine what that must be like.

“She looks so happy…”

“Huh?” There was confusion in Riley’s voice, then silence for a moment. “Woah…you are right…she does look happy. It’s a good look for her.”

“Yeah…yeah, it is.”

[brehatano]

It was a simple story, about a boy who was lost, and a girl who was broken. They fought alongside a survivor, a war veteran, and a fallen knight. I led them into battle against an evil so terrible, it tried to black out the stars. We fought for each other. We fought for those who could not. But we never imagined it would end like this.

Hera Syndulla 

[thekawaiicaptain2]

Jacen syndulla's theme

Okay y'all I wanna get this out of the way right now the song' Wait for it' from Hamilton is Jacen syndulla's theme like just think about it

"My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher" which he was

"My mother was a genius." Yes she was.

"My father commanded respect." He kinda did.

"Death doesn't discriminate between the Sinners and the Saints, it takes, and it takes, and it takes." I feel like once he learns about his family and others in the rebellion he'll start to feel this way. 

If he's in the TFA Time he might be a little bit unsure about going back to fighting, especially if he ever met Ben, who would be his Hamilton.