《Star Wars x Reader One Shots》{Ezra} Spark
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No matter where I went, what I did, I kept feeling that pull.
My past was trying to drown me, to stop me from fighting. I was not going to break. I will not break.
Yes, the Dark side was always a part of me, but ever since that day, I could feel the light igniting in me. It was a spark that soon irrupted into a fire.
Thanks to Ezra I was no more in the dark.
Unfortunately, he never knew. I was hiding this side of me. Today was the day I was going undress my past.
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I asked Ezra to meet up at a local canteen so we can have more privacy. The feeling of being unprepared for this would tingle me all day.
There weren't many visitors in the small building, maybe two-three tables with visibly uninterested visitors. But there, at the very corner, a cloked figure was silently playing with the glass on the table. I could never miss out that energy.
Silently, I approached the person and put on my hood as well. The Empire has been after us, the Rebellion became quite well known recently and more and more people wanted to join. I had a good feeling about all this, but felt quite worried as well.
- Took you long enough to find me. - chuckled Ezra as his long bangs were hiding a part of his cheeful expression.
- Sorry, couldn't resist admiring your mysterious aura. It's a pretty different vibe, you know.
- So you are more into dark stuff, huh? Didn't know that. If we were in the "you know what" order it would've been quite hard to keep your needs satisfied. (mentioning the jedi in public was a pretty risky business)
I blinked once, twice.
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-What? Did I say something wrong? - he looked concerned because of my reaction.
- It's nothing. Don't worry. Just feeling in a weird mood today.
I knew he was just low key being a flirt but at that moment I felt like fate was pushing me. Everything would remind me of the dark, even the mot unrelated things.
- Ezra, can I tell you something? - I asked as I looked at him straight in the eyes.
- Ofcourse, sunshine. - he smiled, still playing with his empty glass.
I'm a sunshine in his eyes when in reality I'm an abyss, a ball of anger, hatred and suffering. This is what the Dark side is about.
I grabbed Ezra's hand and he let go of the cup. It stopped at one place. So did the time stop.
- (Y/N) there is definitely something wrong. I can feel it-
- I've fallen..
- What?
- I've fallen to the Dark side...
Ezra immediately released his hand from my grip and looked at me in awe.
- Why? When? How? - a concerned look appeared on his face.
- Ezra, listen...
- WHO DID THIS TO YOU! - he jumped and slammed his hands on the table making the glass shatter on the ground.
Everyone at the canteen turned around. I panicked. Why am I not saying anything, I should explain! Yes, I was captured by the evil force but that was in the past. Or was it?
Thank the Force no one seemed to be interested in our moment. For them we were probably a drunk couple or something. Definitely not jedi. Definitely not a thread.
- It's all in the past, Ezra...- I mumbled and hugged his arm trying to calm him down. I didn't expect him to react that way.
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- I could've never thought you would...have anything to do with it.- whispered Ezra and sat down still visibly tense.
- It was my mother who used to deal with the Sith. She alwsys tried to fight the darkness in herself. She knew it was wrong but the power they gave her... It was needless to say attracting her even more to siths. She tried to train me but she disowned me, saying I was a disappointment in the arts. The fact that she had mercy on my shows that there is a little light in her. A spark. Thanks to dad. - I said as I looked him with tears building up in my eyes.- And now, thanks to you, I've found my spark. It ignites every moment, with every breath I take. It's a warm light. It keeps me safe.
- (Y/N)... - Ezra leaned in, faces inches away from each other. - You must've been scared to tell me... - I nodded.- But there is no reason why to be afraid from me.
- I know, I know. I'm safe with you. - I caressed his cheek and a bright smile appeared on his face.
- You are my sunshine, (Y/N). Don't ever fade your flame.
- You are my spark, Ezra. Keep on shining when the darkness comes...
Ezra leaned in even closed, our noses touching.
- Let me ignite you. Let me join you in a passionate fire. We will burn. And burn. And-
I slammed my lips on his, eloping in a deep kiss. I long forgot about my tears, about the fear I felt. I could only feel the fire, the spark, the light.
Ezra pulled away breathlessly. His kiss was rough yet his eyes were soft, no sign of lust or passion.
- You seem to be good at hiding your emotions, huh? I guess that's a *jedi* thing. - I shrugged him and laughed.
- Aw c'mon. Even if I was being that strict with the code I wouldn't mind breaking a few rules for you here and there. I would even rewrite the whole texts. Hope my master wouldn't mind. - he laughed and pulled me in a warm hug. A safe hug.
- Have I told you how much I love you. How much I cherish you and adore you.
- Mmm yeah. Maybe like, everyday, or even maaaybe every second. Your mind is pretty loud, you know. I can hear things. - I blushed from his words.
- Oh, is that so. Well good for you because I can't read yours. But...I think I can easily make you speak up. - I chuckled and started tickling Ezra.
- Phahhaha is that how you will defeat a jedi, oh, mighty empress?
- Shhh, quiet! Someone might hear you!
- Oops, sorry, love. You know, I like breaking rules.
We just sat there, in each other's arms, laughing and igniting the fire between us. Our bond was getting stronger, more powerful.
The spark was becoming a fire.
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