Some concept writing, something self-indulgent I’ve been working on to clear my head post-finals! I started this scene last year for a different AU and have gone back to it a few times since, but this time it evolved into its own thing. Like most of the others, this is a Devil’s Backbone AU with cadet!Hera and gunslinger!Kanan on Naboo. As usual, please remember this is concept writing and not a polished, titled fic.
About 6.3K beneath the break. (Also, sexytimes, if you wanted a warning for that.)
Hera was definitely having second thoughts about coming to Kanan’s fight, even though it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
The lower floor of the Spotted Shaak was hot and crowded with beings of what seemed like every species in the galaxy, most of them drunk or getting there. Hera had spent her entire life in the company of either Twi’leks or humans – and never both at once – and while Twi’leks could certainly get rowdy on occasion, the last four years had been spent in the Imperial Academy, where such things were absolutely forbidden. Hera was thinking longingly of the quiet of the Academy now, pressed against a suspiciously sticky wall in the big room and wishing that Kanan had chosen another way of making a living.
She hadn’t had to be here. She could have said no when Kanan had offered and waited for him back in his room at the Poison Rose, boring as that might have been alone, or even stayed at the Academy for the night instead of taking the holiday off. Hera probably should have done the latter, since as careful as she was being, spending every free moment outside the Imperial Complex was starting to tell a little on her coursework. She was still at the top of her class, there was no doubt about that, but it lacked the urgency she had felt before and she could feel herself slipping.
But she wanted to see Kanan, and a few extra late nights seemed worth that.
On the other hand, Hera still wasn’t certain that this was worth that, especially because she couldn’t even see Kanan: he had already gone off to join the other fighters in the locker rooms.
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