Wedgezra and warprize
I was hoping someone would ask me about this one, and if anyone was gonna be the one, I figured it'd be you 😄
Wedge/Ezra
Synopsis: Ezra (17) welcomes Wedge Antilles (20) to the Rebellion. Properly.
The minute he first saw Lieutenant Wedge Antilles in Atollon’s hazy yellow daylight, Ezra straightened up and combed his fingers through his hair. Tried to act normal. Tried not to stare. Failed miserably at both.
Shit. Shit. Shit. He’s hot. He’s really hot.
“Calm down,” Kanan’s deep mellow voice came from beside him. He sounded amused.
“I am calm,” Ezra snapped. “You calm down.”
Kanan smiled.
[Wedge and Ezra talk one-on-one and get to know one another; Ezra explains to Wedge the differences between Jedi, Sith Lords, and the Inquisitors]
“Have you killed any of these Sith?”
“No,” Ezra admitted. “I dunno how you can kill a Sith Lord, to be honest. But the Inquisitors are all dead now, so…” He shrugged. “Next in line.”
Wedge nodded.
Feeling a bit bolder now, Ezra straightened up and cleared his throat. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Would you, uh, be up for, like, doing something later? Together? Go blow off some steam or something and just—I dunno. It’s been pretty crazy around here the last couple days, so if you wanted to go somewhere and, uh, hang out? For a little while. Together. Alone. I’m game. If, if you are.”
Wedge arched one of his thick eyebrows.
Ezra burst into a nervous sweat.
“What would we be doing? Together? Alone? Ezra Bridger?” Wedge asked with a slight grin.
“Anything. We could. Uh, we could listen to music or—I’ve got some holozines if you—”
“Could you show me your lightsaber?”
Ezra beamed. “Yeah, sure. I’d be hap—” And then he caught the look in Wedge’s eyes. Very fixed. But playful. His lips were pulling ever so slightly to the right. Ezra gulped. “Yeah. I could show you some of my moves.”
“Cool. Sounds like fun.”
“Yeah. Maybe you could, uh. Show me some of yours. I hear you’re pretty good in the cockpit.”
Wedge’s smile widened. “I’m pretty good out of it, too.”
Oh. Oh. Ezra couldn’t believe his luck. “So you’re… all right with—?”
“Very.”
Ezra licked his lips. “Great,” he squeaked.
Warprize
Synopsis: Magic/Medieval AU that parallels Jedi Night, where Thrawn's forces succeed in killing one of the few surviving mages, Kanan Jarrus, and capture his young apprentice, Ezra, who is dragged before Thrawn as a captive. You can read a snippet of this WIP here, but I'll throw in this new tidbit just for some extra fun:
Thrawn refused the sword—confusion rippled through the crowd—and instead took Ezra by the arm, jerking him to his feet, and forced him to stand naked before the crowd. “I claim this Jedhai as spoils,” he declared.
A collective gasp rose from the spectators, followed by a deluge of excited chatter.
The claim of spoils was not unusual in war, but never had it been exercised upon an enemy of such rank and repute—and certainly never upon a mage, of all people. Their cunning alone made them impossible to keep, let alone command, even with their magic suppressed.
“He is mine from this moment forth,” Thrawn continued. “Anyone who touches him or attempts to harm him will face my consequences.”
No further clarification was required; the Jedhai was now safer than all but the top tier of the Empire.
Thrawn turned to one of the sentries. “Fetch him a covering and prepare a bath in my quarters.”
“Yes, Lord General.”
