An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren & Ursa Wren, Sabine Wren & Tristan Wren, Alrich Wren & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren & Original Character(s), Ursa Wren & Original Character(s), Ezra Bridger & Original Character(s), Tristan Wren & Original Character(s), Ezra Bridger & Ursa Wren, Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren
Characters: Alrich Wren, Ursa Wren, Tristan Wren, Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Original Child Character(s), Original Character(s) - Character
Additional Tags: Aftercare, Pillow Talk, Implied Sexual Content, Mentioned Hondo Ohnaka, Family Feels, Family Reunions, Domestic Fluff, Banter, Artist Sabine Wren, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Adult Ezra Bridger, Adult Sabine Wren, Clan Wren (Star Wars), Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Mando'a Language (Star Wars), Mother-Daughter Relationship, Himbo Ezra Bridger, Himbo Alrich Wren, Art, In-Laws, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Mentioned Pregnancy, Nudity
Summary:
Sabine hasn't seen her family since the Purge. But years later, after she starts a new family with Ezra Bridger, an old contact of his manages to make contact with the Wrens! Sabine is excited to see her family again. But Ezra has some fears about meeting his in-laws...
All I have to do is final edits on the last two scenes, thanks to my cursor going italics crazy--but once that happens, probably sometime tomorrow, all I’ll have to do is post! And while I didn’t plan to post on Mother’s Day, there’s definitely a lot of momming happening in this chapter--including some from a special guest!
For the OTP ask game I'll go with UrsaxAlrich (I really love how you write them 🤗)
Questions 3, 15, 18 and 19.
Thank you so much! I'm glad you love my works with them! 💛
3) who has trouble sleeping alone?
This is a tough question, well, I think... Alrich.
Imagine, he still remembers that for some time (I think for several years) he was completely alone, away from home. I believe, falling asleep with Ursa is much easier than being alone again. They've been through so much...
15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?
Alrich, definitely
He is just such a man. Ursa is the more serious part of their relationship, I think she is more reserved in words. Well, unlike Alrich, who would love to tell something funny (and just as embarrassing) in public. I think it would also lead to him sleeping alone. (Ursa would forgive him, she is so soft for him.)
18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?
Alrich
This man cannot be angry for long, even if he wanted to.
19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?
Ursa
Behind the serious and cool shell of this tough woman is a sensitive side. She is able to ensure that her husband's cheeks are wiped of tears when they see each other for the first time after a long separation, and it is she who comforts him when he has nightmares at night. She is his light, though she always thought she could only be a darkness...
I kinda hope that we never get a canon story for Ursa and Alrich because I love them, and I love to write about them.
Care to have a sad ficlet about them?
Moonlight and shadows surrounded him as he slowly moved through the slumbering stronghold. It was silent save for the barest hint of his footfalls.
At the end of a very long day, their lightness belied the heaviness of his heart.
He was in no rush to lay down to an elusive night of sleep, so he took his time, reflecting on the events of the past month and wondering uneasily what the future held for his family. With a sigh (and a determined effort to ignore the bad feeling he had), Alrich opened his bedroom door, stepping inside carefully and allowing it to close behind him again. Then he froze.
Illuminated by a sliver of white moonlight, Ursa sat on the bed, facing away from him and towards the window, her hair loose and cascading down her back as her arms wrapped around her protectively.
“You’re home early,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper and hoarse.
As if she’d been crying.
Alrich slumped back against the door behind him, scrubbing his face to distract himself from the way his heart had sunk even more.
Fiery Ursa was one thing. Quiet Ursa was quite another.
This particular anguish hurt all the more because it was - in a way - all his fault; and yet, there was nothing he could do. No way to fix it. No apology to make.
They would just have to…accept it. Move on.
So he summoned his courage. “Yes," he replied. "It’s done. It’s all taken care of.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. Several minutes ticked by before Ursa took a deep breath and asked, “So…how is she?”
Peeling himself up off the door, Alrich stepped towards his wife. “Oh, you know Sabine. She’s fine. Seemed to settle in well. She…uuhh…didn’t want me hanging around too long,” he said with a smile in his voice, and Ursa huffed. “So I left her to it.”
“I see,” she said with a nod, but her gaze was trained on the snowy peaks beyond their shared room. Alrich arrived at the foot of the bed, unsure if he should sit or not. Unsure of everything.
“For what it’s worth,” he offered with the tiniest shrug, “she looked…happy.”
At that, the thin ice cracked, and Ursa folded in on herself as she sobbed.
Alrich gingerly sat beside her then, and when he dared to reach out an arm, his wife thankfully took comfort in it, in him, laying her head on his chest as she cried.
“I said so many awful things,” she whispered through her tears.
“I know,” he whispered back, running his fingers through her hair. “So did she.”
Ursa shook her head. “She’s just a child. She doesn’t know any better.”
“She’s capable of more than you give her credit for,” he replied which earned him a glare.
“We shouldn’t have let her go. We should have kept her here,” she said, anger and bitterness igniting out of her fear.
“To what end, Ursa? That she only grow in resentment and frustration? That she leave at sixteen anyway when she could enlist herself?” Alrich asked, and not for the first time.
Ursa grumbled unintelligibly, so Alrich continued his side of the argument they’d been having for a month. “Many of the families we know send their children to the Academy now. They’ve gone on to have successful careers while maintaining their ties to Mandalore. Why should Sabine be any different from them?”
Unable to predict the future and all out of fight, Ursa laid her head back on his shoulder in defeat. They sighed together.
“We had to let her go,” he mumbled into her hair as he kissed the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, scooting closer as he did his best to reassure them both. “It’s hard now, but it will be alright, cyar’ika. Sooner or later, Sabine will find her way home.”
