#ahsoka shouldn't have run

[darthgloris]

Our Padawan

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

A/N: this has been in the back of my mind for so long, I'm so glad I'm finally writing this down 😃😃 I love you all and hope you're happy and healthy

Warnings: fluff, family dynamic, platonic!Ahsoka x reader, Anakin being the best boyfriend ever

Summary: Padawan learner Ahsoka Tano takes a big risk during a mission: fighting General Grievous on her own. Her Masters, Anakin and Y/N, are ready to protect her from every and any danger; when they get her to safety, Anakin is relieved, but Y/N's fear of losing the young girl gets in the way of being glad that Ahsoka didn't get hurt.

Our Padawan II // Our Padawan III

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"They sent the child to destroy my station? The Republic must be running out of Jedi!"

Ahsoka shifted her stance to defensive as she prepared her lightsaber.

To be truthful, this wasn't supposed to be a mission, but Anakin's "do as I say, not as I do" teaching strategy didn't seem to have the best results, and more often than not it ended up in the young Padawan doing exactly as he did.

And now she was facing Grievous nearly on her own, only accompanied by her fellow soldiers.

"You must be General Grievous."

The cyborg cackled exaggerately.

"He's just another tinny, boys. Let's scrap him like the rest." She sassed, lunging forward with her green lightsaber.

Grievous quickly blocked the blow and managed to shove her off. She hit the ground with a pained groan and looked up as the Clones shot at him. He deflected all the blaster shots, killing one of them and slashing two others with his lightsaber. He towered over Rex, who was sprawled out on the ground, and raised his weapon over his head. Ahsoka's eyes widened and she leapt in front of her friend, blocking the General's weapon with her own.

"Sorry to interrupt your playtime, grumpy, but wouldn't you prefer a challenge?"

"That wouldn't be you." As Grievous ignited a second lightsaber, she cringed internally.

Maybe she shouldn't have said that.

...

"Where is the fight you promised me, youngling?"

She was definitely getting in trouble for this.

Y/N and Anakin would kill her. She knew they'd be furious with her for doing this, but there was no turning back now.

She hid behind one of the metal shelves in the storage room, looking out for a way to escape. She used the Force to knock an item down on the other side of the room to distract Grievous, then made for sneaking out.

As if on cue, her commlink beeped. Damn it. She cupped her hand over it to silence the noise before answering. "Ahsoka, it's me, Rex. There are only two of us left. Should we abort the mission?"

"No, complete the mission. Set the charges and rendezvous at the landing bay." She replied as quietly as she could.

Ahsoka cut him off as he tried to protest. "That's an order, Rex. I'll keep the General busy. Ahsoka, out."

She turned off her commlink and silently crawled through the shelves as Grievous' gruff voice rang out again.

"Come here, child, I'm looking for you. So far you have failed to impress me."

The R3 unit found her as she backed up against the wall, flattening her body over the cold metal. "Goldie, over here." To her surprise, the droid shone a light on her, revealing her location. "Goldie, no!"

She gasped as the cyborg pulled the commlink off her wrist and destroyed it, making her miss the message Rex was about to send. "Your friends won't help you. You're stuck with me." His figure towering over her was certainly intimidating, but she slipped through a shelf and away from the General as fast as she could.

She climbed up one of the shelves and watched as Grievous asked Goldie for the report. "That stubby little backstabber." She whispered, feeling betrayed.

"Skywalker has come for his R2 unit?" He chortled. "Go and make sure they do not escape."

A sting of fear pierced Ahsoka's heart. Oh, no.

...

Y/N's brows knitted together as her commlink beeped. Anakin turned to give her a look of confusion, wordlessly asking her a question. "It's Rex."

Anakin frowned, wondering what was going on.

She immediately answered the call. "Rex? What's wrong?"

"We ran into Grievous."

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. Fives and I survived."

"Only you two? Where are the others?"

"Three of us were shot down... and Grievous is going after Ahsoka."

"Ahsoka?!" The two said at the same time, worry lacing their voices.

"Y/N, out." She said and ended the call, beginning to walk away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Anakin hollered, running to block her way. "Where you going, tiger?"

"Where do you think? To save our Padawan's ass!" She snapped, then regretted it as she looked at his face. "I'm sorry, Ani. But we need to move now."

"Come on." He said, trying to give her a comforting smile.

...

Ahsoka climbed down and used her lightsaber to illuminate her surroundings as she peeked around the corner. She then turned it off and relaxed her tense posture slightly, but it didn't last long as Grievous grabbed her by the throat in a second, casting her lightsaber aside.

Her eyes widened in fear as Grievous towered over her, grabbing his weapon.

"Another lightsaber to add to my collection." He said as he ignited it and held it up near her face. "My R3 unit has dropped your precious Masters. When I'm finished with you, they're next." She strained her arm out to try to pry the lightsaber from his grip with the Force, failing. She was tired and her breath was running out.

"That was it?" He cackled. "Do it again. Come on." Ahsoka closed her eyes, reaching out to the Force. The weapon was grabbed from his hand successfully, but not by her. Grievous made a confused noise as he dropped the girl to the ground.

Y/N gripped the weapon tightly as she shoved Grievous away from Ahsoka: she blocked all his blows before successfully tripping the cyborg and hovering over him, her lightsaber at his neck. Ahsoka's eyes widened in shock and surprise as she watched her Master fight, with Anakin standing in front of the Padawan to protect her as she handled the fight, glaring daggers at Grievous while shielding Ahsoka with his body.

"If you ever come near our Padawan again, I swear to the Maker I will rip your teeny face off your teeny skull." Y/N growled, leaning the lightsaber closer to his throat.

"Oh, she's-she's under both of your training..? I didn't know that!" He excused himself meekly, stumbling over his words.

"Leave!" Anakin snapped. That was all it took to send him running away. "Snips, thank the stars you're all right!"

He knelt down in front of her to hug her tightly. He could feel the relief flooding him like a tidal wave as the young girl nestled into his embrace. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head in response, raising her head to look at Y/N. "Masters, I-"

She silenced her with a glare. "You nearly got yourself killed."

"I... I'm sorry..." she said quietly, looking at her feet in guilt.

"Let's go back to the ship."

Y/N walked on ahead as Anakin looked down at his Padawan with a pout, knowing the impact the scare had on his lover.

Her mind was running a thousand miles an hour. If they had gotten there a few seconds later, Ahsoka would have been killed. The mental image was crystal clear: her limp body in her arms, her blood staining her fingers, Anakin's bloodstained hands and arms wrapping around her to comfort her as sobs racked her body-

"Stardust? You all right?" As if he knew whenever she was getting into her own head too much, Anakin's soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. When she clutched onto him for dear life, he swept an arm under her legs and picked her up bridal style, kissing her head before walking away. "Wait here, Snips."

He carried her into another room and set her down on the ground, pulling her onto his lap as she broke down in tears, hyperventilating as she sobbed in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ani..."

"Hey, you have nothing to apologise for, love," he soothed, massaging her scalp gently. "Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

She took a moment to regain her breath before speaking. "What if one day we don't get there in time? Just the thought of finding her makes me tremble..." her voice shook. "I love that girl, all right? I love her like a daughter and I can't lose her, Ani... not to this..."

Anakin's heart broke at the words: he already crumbled whenever he saw her cry, but hearing her speak those words in a desperate, scared tone made him want to take her in his arms and kiss all her pain away.

"I know, my love, I know," he hushed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "Listen, I love her, too, and I certainly don't want to lose her... but she's not a child anymore. She's making her own decisions and learning from them. I know you feel like you need to yell at her until she promises to never do it again, but we need to stop babying her."

"Fine."

...

As they landed on Naboo, Y/N walked out the door first, not looking back as Ahsoka looked at Anakin in guilt. He responded with a sympathetic look, then walked up behind his lover to give her a back hug. She relaxed slightly as she melted into his arms, letting a few tears slide down her face again. He seemed to notice because she felt him kiss her shoulder and then lean closer to kiss the tears off her cheeks.

"It's alright now, my love. She's safe." Anakin whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, trying to push the lingering fear away. "Ahsoka."

The girl took slow, sad steps towards them, looking down at her feet to avoid catching their angry looks. She didn't know whether her Masters had a fight or not, but she was sure they were going to be mad.

"Ahsoka, what were you thinking?" Anakin asked when she stopped in front of them.

"You could have been killed! And what's worse, you put Rex and Fives in danger!" She continued, trying to keep her composure. "Why did you do that?"

"I... I was just trying to be brave like you guys..." she whimpered.

"Anakin and I are only brave when we have to be." Y/N said, her face softening as she looked at her.

"Snips, being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble." He added.

"But you guys aren't scared of anything." She said, looking up at us.

"We're scared of lots of things. And we also were today." Anakin spoke.

"You were?"

She hummed in response, tipping her chin upwards to look her in the eyes. "We thought we were going to lose you. We care about you very much, Ahsoka. And if something were to happen to you, I..." She trailed off, her eyes glossing over with tears. "I honestly don't know what I'd do with myself."

Ahsoka walked closer to her and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, and Y/N sighed as she hugged her back. "I'm sorry I made you feel this way, and I care about you guys, too. I won't do it again."

Her heart swelled at the words and Anakin walked closer to hug both of then, squishing Ahsoka between them. She was surprised to see how calm they were, and honestly she was glad. "Thank you. That's very mature of you."

"Now go back inside, Snips. It's getting cold." He said, chuckling.

"Okay. Good night." She said as she pulled away and walked back inside.

"Eat something before you go to bed!" Y/N called out.

Anakin smiled at her caring attitude and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend once again. She finally smiled in content and leaned into his embrace with a sigh. "You handled that really well. I'm proud of you, my love."

"Thanks." She chuckled and turned around to kiss his lips softly. "I just- I didn't know I loved her that much..."

"Neither did I. But now we have her promise. That only leaves overcoming your fears, doesn't it?" He asked, smiling softly as his blue eyes looked deeply into hers.

"You're right." She replied and pressed their foreheads together, enjoying the moment of intimacy. Because of the Jedi Code, they were forced to avoid public displays of affection, so whenever they could get a minute to just be together, basking in each other's presence in a way they were forbidden to otherwise, they left all cares behind.

"Anakin?"

"Hmm?"

She looked up at him with her big doe eyes, flooding with love and admiration for him. "Thank you for being so supportive."

He smiled, then leaned down to kiss her shoulder. "Don't thank me, my love." Then he pressed his lips with hers in a slow and passionate French kiss. It was when Y/N let out a low moan that he decided to pull away.

"My love, we can't do this right now."

"I know." She mumbled grumpily, making him giggle.

"I promise that'll be the first thing we do when we get home." He whispered sultrily in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I love you, Ani."

"I love you too, stardust."

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano #tcw ahsoka #tcw anakin #star wars the clone wars

[phoenixyfriend]

Do you want another Jangosoka concept?

Concept is that Boba finds a… something on Tatooine that looks like Weird Force Shit. He does not know any Jedi or Sith, personally, but he knows three people who do have connections to Jedi:

Han Solo, whom he has on speed dial despite hating each other, and losing most of his contacts with his comm when the Sarlacc ate him

Din Djarin, whose kid goes to school Somewhere With Jedi? Maybe? he's not entirely clear on how much contact Djarin has with Skywalker these days

Bo-Katan Kryze, who has Ahsoka Tano on speed dial

Obviously, he goes through Bo-Katan first, because Ahsoka Tano knows more about general Force things than the latest Skywalker, and has less of a Direct Grudge against Boba himself.

So he makes a call and tries to ignore the Weird Force Thing that he just poked. He waits a few days.

Ahsoka shows up. She holds the thing. It is confusing.

They have a stupid argument built on Uncomfortable History at some point, and Boba being a grump, and he snatches it from her, managing to slice his finger on one of the edges.

A few drops of blood get on the weird force thing, and there is a flash of light, and suddenly there's a half-dead Jango Fett in the room.

Like "He has visible burns on his neck from Mace's lightsaber, but still has his head, as if he was pulled through time from the very moment before of his death."

Which Big Oops

Boba is panicking. Ahsoka is trying not to admit she's freaked out. Jango is. clawing as his throat dude stop that.

Ahsoka's the one that had enough brains to call for a medic and keeps sitting at his side to keep a Very Judgemental Eye on him, but she's. You know. Jedi. So Jango is constantly suspicious of her.

(He thinks Boba is a faulty fast-aging clone, like 99, because that's the only thing that makes sense.) (Also he doesn't acknowledge Ahsoka's "I'm not a Jedi" thing.)

Ahsoka's had thirty years to come to terms with the death of her people but she's also, for obvious reasons, still judgmental as fuck and has a lot of questions.

But also this was necromancy, which is Sith Or Nightsister Bullshit, and she needs to make sure he's not about to get possessed and go hunting for Force Sensitive babies or something insane like that.

(The reason the object drew Jango is because of the totally coincidental identical DNA. Turns out the object is intended to bring back the dead using a body sample of the corpse, but identical blood will do if there's a dead person with the same.)

IDK where exactly it goes from here but it's 44yo Jango, 45yo Boba, and 49 Ahsoka Plus Fennec, who's just hanging around

They need to bring around someone Jango actually knows and will trust, because obviously Boba is a fake and Ahsoka's a liar and this is all some weird Jedi trick.

Options are Maz Kanata (who's definitely old enough to remember him), or Bo-Katan herself, except they try Bo since she's closer and it turns out she was still a toddler when Jango went missing so that's not going to help at all.

Mij or one of the other Cuy'val Dar could theoretically still be alive, and Sabine has parents that might have known him before they joined up with Pre.

Fennec knowing him would be a BIT too easy.

I'm imagining that the call goes as Boba explaining that, well, there's this one guy that he knows, that his dad was close with, but the Sarlacc kind of ate his comm unit and he hasn't had the time or resources to hunt down all his contact numbers and whatnot yet, so he's not sure how to go about actually calling the guy, and so they have to politely ask Bo-Katan if she, as Mand'alor, can find the contact information for one Mij Gilamar. Boba's pretty sure he's still running a clinic on Insert Planet Here, so it shouldn't be too hard to get, it's just kind of impossible from Tatooine.

#boba fett #ahsoka tano #jango fett #jangosoka #mij gilamar #fennec shand #bo katan kryze #star wars #the book of boba fett #book of boba fett #the mandalorian #phoenix posts #necromancy

[luna-writes-stuff]

Promises, Ahsoka Tano

Song link

Fanfic, fem! reader

Reunion fic, resolved angst.

Word count: 3291

Tw: This is inaccurate because the sapphics would never be so oblivious and patient. So much pining and heartbreak. Slow burn but make it one fic. Mentions/descriptions of injuries, battle and the aftermath of a war. Probably inaccurate timelines even though I’ve been a Star Wars fan for over a decade. All these series are messing with me.

Summary: You and Ahsoka knew each other since you were both younglings and traveled with each other for a long time after order 66. But when something happens one night, you part suddenly. Now, a small amount of years later, she comes to seek you out.

Buy me a coffee/force me to write more

“Two hearts that shouldn't talk to each other become close In a town much like a prison cell.”

When one thinks about the aftermath of war, they’ll often recount the lives lost. Who won and who lost, and what was won and what was lost? How will the new society function? One thing that often gets forgotten are the survivors, more specifically those who cannot partake in whatever role the world has to offer them yet.

After the Empire was destroyed, thousands of children lost their families, lost their reputation- lost everything, but they weren’t old enough to help restore anything. They were left behind, forced to pick up their broken pieces together.

With the old rebellion, you had established a camp on Coruscant, giving shelter to those who had lost everything. You gave them a roof, food and schooling. Something to help them when they were old enough to go out on their own.

Coruscant had been the centre planet of the Empire, and there were many out there who believed everyone kept alive there were Empire sympathisers, when in fact the opposite was true.

“People speak our names on the street in hushed tones. Oh, the stories they'd tell if anyone would listen. If anyone would listen.”

The camp had been built in the old Jedi temple, where none really dared to enter again. It offered enough space and enough freedom for the children, regardless of the bad memories it might have brought you. Though the emperor had turned the temple into his own palace, there were hidden places still intact. You would come there often to simply sit and think.

You hadn’t even been a full adult when order 66 was issued, still serving as a padawan under your Jedi master. After the fall, you had left everything you had learned there - in the desolate Jedi temple where you had once swore to keep the peace and maintain the balance of the force.

Every time you sat there, you recounted your action, your memories. Everyone you knew and everything you had learned. Your saber had been long buried. Your aid in the rebellion laid within the medics, helping those who had already fallen. It was a good alternative for you. You saved lives of those already deemed dead, and helped the rebellion remain strong. That had been your strength. And once peace was restored, you knew your job was far from over yet. There were still many out there who needed your help.

“You come from a town where people don't bother saying "Hello" Unless somebody's born or dies.”

It had been ten weeks since you set up camp here, and the bond between you, those you worked with, and the children had grown incredibly strong over time. Regardless of the number of people in the temple, you knew all their names and got along with all of them. When you weren’t teaching the children, you occupied yourself in the med bay, though most injuries now extended to scraped knees and bruised skin. In your free hours, you’d run outside with the children, even offering some a handful of defence classes to keep their guard up.

At the end of the day, you’d always find yourself back in that small hall that had remained untouched by the empire. The walls still their marbled gold with white floors, though they were long from polished and shining now.

A month ago a young boy had been practising with a stick, claiming he wanted to one day wield a lightsaber. You knew he had been force-sensitive, but you were reluctant to teach him. Sure, you kept up with your abilities from time to time, but you hadn’t held a saber in years. You couldn’t teach him what you knew, because you simply knew too little. But he was adamant - and surprisingly skilled as well. Thus, you decided to practise your wielding skills again. But now, with a steel pole, roughly the size of a regular blade. It was heavier than usual, but it would work for you.

“And I come from a place where they drag your hopes through the mud. Because their own dreams are all dying.”

You had been practising for weeks, but it was hard when there was no teacher. You were struggling with your footwork when you were suddenly highly aware that you were being watched. You spun around gently, suspecting a child had followed you here, but you were proved the opposite when a familiar voice sounded: “Your footwork is sloppy.”

Turning around the corner, you were faced with a figure that caused your breath to simply remain stuck in your throat for a second.

“Ahsoka,” you breathed, dropping the pile immediately before running up to her, wrapping her in a hug. She was keen to return the gesture, a happy chuckle leaving her as her arms wrapped around your body. “Maker, it’s been so long.”

When you parted, she looked at you with a smile. She had aged, but so had you. She looked more mature, yet that childlike glint was still so visible in her eyes. She looked good.

“And when we walk down the street The wind sings our names in rebel songs.”

“I’ve heard of what you’ve done,” she hummed. “You did good.” You sighed at her words, somewhat grateful for her words, even though you didn’t need them. In your head, you were just happy she was standing in front of you, fully alive. You hadn’t heard from her since the two of you parted, and the silence had been killing you every single day.

“I was worried you had been lost in the war.” You voiced aloud, a remark that caused her smile to broaden just a little bit. “I’m fine,” She assured, nodding her head slightly. “You look good, too.”

Though the words brought just a little heat to your cheeks, you tried to shake it off, teasing her as you twirled your hair. “No grey hairs yet?” You asked rhetorically. “You’d think they’d begun to grow now, considering the stress these children bring me.” Ahsoka laughed at that, crossing her arms before gesturing towards the door she had just came from.

“It’s an admirable thing, taking care of those who are forgotten.” She mused, her face falling slightly. She knew how difficult it had been for children after the war. “Yes, well…” you trailed off. “We used to be a part of them.”

“The sounds of the night should make us anxious. But it's much too late when the fear is gone.”

Silence struck the pair of you as your words laid heavy on your mind. After order 66, you and Ahsoka had been alone, still children, though older. Everything had relied on those around you, but with the gone, the universe had seemed bigger than ever. Where you and Ahsoka still had each other, these children didn’t have anyone. You weren’t going to let them wallow in their own misery, and you - luckily - hadn’t been the only one who refused to let that happen.

“Don’t misunderstand,” you began, breaking the silence. “I am happy you are here, but why?” The togruta seemed to think about that for a short second, though the answer came quickly: “I came here to seek you out.”

Deep dread immediately settled into your system. Usually, when someone would come along, claiming to ‘seek you out’, something had been terribly wrong, or your help was needed for something of grave importance. You couldn’t help but feel slightly panicked at the revelation: “Is something wrong?”

“No,” she quickly denied, as if sensing your stress. “No; I feared there might be, but there isn’t.” The small amount of new adenine in your body slowly died down, confusion now settling in: “What do you mean?”

“I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you. Where we can be together, I promise you.”

“A few rotations before the falling of the empire, I lost contact with the rebellion.” Ahsoka confessed, rubbing her upper arm in discomfort. “I didn’t know if you were safe.”

Part of you was flattered - happy that she was checking up on you. Even after you went your separate ways, she still wanted to make sure you were safe. However, you never realised she had been doing this, which left part of you even more confused: “You checked on me?” She merely shrugged at your words, even though her facial expression showed slight sympathy. “We went different paths, but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care.”

A heavy sigh came from you, trying to repress the memory of how you two left. That was something you didn’t wish to discuss. But the disappointment was still very clear in your words: “You could have called me.” You mumbled, your voice hurt, but not accusing.

Ahsoka formed her lips in a thin line at your words, lost sentiment lingering on them. “I was being hunted,” she defended with a gently voice. “I didn’t want to risk dragging you down with me.”

“I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you. I promise, I promise.”

When you didn’t respond to it, other than the empathic smile on your lips, she continued: “I heard about this place only days ago. Figured it was worth a look.”

You didn’t have it in you to get mad at her. You had been concerned about her for months now - arguing be damned. It was pointless anyway. If there was anything you had been feeling, it was relief. Anger would be forced, and not only did you refuse to show it as an obvious consequence of your training, it simply wasn’t worth the energy now.

“Well, I am glad you were worried about me.” You confessed. “I’ve been worried about you too. Only, I had no way of checking up on you.” She hissed slightly at the words, humour laced within her tone: “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s okay,” you deny, even though the words kind of hurt. “I understand.” Considering the way we split.

You didn’t say those last words. They were just painful reminders in your head. “I’m just glad you’re still alive.” “Yes…” Ahsoka lightly trailed off, somehow knowing the words that had been going on in your mind. You didn’t linger on it.

“Will you stay here? At least for the night?” The sun had already begun to set, and dinner had long been served. In truth, you were ready to turn to bed after your ‘training’.

She seemed to hesitate to answer, but gave in after seeing your pleading face, another gentle smile tugging on her lips.

“For the night.”

“There's so many fighting to get past the Pearly Gates, But nobody ever wants to die or get saved.”

The last time you saw her must have been a little over a year ago. Since order 66, you had been travelling together, taking comfort in the mere company of each other. Growing up in the Jedi temple and groaning together had strengthened your bond significantly, but it was after the empire had risen that either of you began to realise that there might have been more than friendship there.

None of you ever dared to act on it, still convinced of the Jedi ways. It took years for that to fade, and even after that, the reluctance had been clear between the both of you. It didn’t help that neither of you dared to show it. It made the impression of unrequited feelings much stronger than they needed to be.

The last time you saw her was after you had gotten ambushed by a group of bounty hunters. Ahsoka would have usually handled them themselves, after you had gotten around with the blaster and medical supplies, but they had been too great in number. In the end, you had them cornered, and managed to get away, but this was not without a scratch.

“Their intentions aren't that good and I can smell the asphalt. That's their personal road to Hell being paved.”

“Next time I tell you to go left, you go left.” You scolded, kneeling beside the bench Ahsoka had been laying on. You had returned to your makeshift camp shortly after the attack, tending to Ahsoka’s injuries before you’d relocate. The smell of burning flesh penetrated the small tent, and the angry red mark on her side seemed to scream for attention.

“They would have killed you if it wasn’t for me.” She hissed through her teeth as you began to clean the wound, doing your best to remain gentle. “Yes,” you argued. “But now I am completely fine and you have a blaster wound in your side. The third one since we left Tattooine, might I add.”

Even though her side had been burning, the togruta still seemed to choke out a laugh, grinning at you in assurance. “That was the point.” When you didn’t return her smile, she looked at you more careful, her voice immediately taking a more concerned tone: “You’re fine, right?” “Yes.” You sighed, stopping the cleaning to look at her face. You pointed at her accusingly. “But I’m still mad at you.”

She nodded: “I deserve that.”

“And when we walk down the street The wind sings our names in rebel songs. And it's much too late when the fear is gone.”

Something within you sparked at her words, but you pushed the feeling down. You knew better than to make the best of this. If she really meant anything with it, she would have acted on it by now.

Thus, you turned back to your work, replacing the cleaning supplies with a bacta patch, gently tearing the plaster layer off of the bandage. “You make my stress levels fly out of the roof.” You muttered, not noticing the way Ahsoka’s expression softened as she read the worry on your face. She ignored the tug on her heartstrings.

“Sounds like me.” She merely hummed, squeezing her lips together as you applied the bacta patch. You rested your arms on the cot, checking for any more injuries on her body. When you found none, you shifted lightly to level with her face.

“Just… be careful next time?” You spoke, though it sounded more like a question. “And maybe listen to me for once?”

“I will meet you in the Next life, I promise you. Where we can be together, I promise you.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologised genuinely. You should have left it at that. In hindsight you never should have said anything. But something in her eyes made you want to. There was something vulnerable there and you would have been blind if you hadn’t seen it.

“Ahsoka,” you sighed. “We have lost so many things already. Don’t make me lose you too.”

She had noticed it too, that same softness. Not in her eyes, but in yours. Doubt clouded her mind. If there was a time, it was now. You were so close, so genuine, so beautiful. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she was praying to everything out there that you hadn’t heard it. But Anakin did everything for love, and it ended him up some place she never wanted to go. She had to push it down.

“You won’t,” she joked, but went on afterwards in a more serious tone. “I’ll be more careful.”

That was all you needed to hear. You wanted to hear more - of course. But the change in her features was so apparent. She was shutting you out again. Each time you came close, this would happen. You had learned to make peace with it.

“Thank you.”

“I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you. I promise, I promise.”

“But I might fall sometimes, you know?” She teased. “So, you still gotta patch me up.”

And just like that, that look was back. As if it had never left. It seemed more genuine now, more meaningful. You hated how hesitant you were. Maybe if you hadn’t been, you would have actually gotten somewhere. But when she shifted slightly, you could have sworn she did that just to get closer to you.

And when you leaned in, she made no effort to lean back. In fact, she seemed to come even closer. Heat was flushing towards your face as your stomach suddenly felt very light. If you wouldn’t now, when would you?

Your hand inched closer to her as your lips finally connected. It was hesitant, light - almost not there if you hadn’t seen it. But when your hand found her shoulder, she reached to clutch to it, before returning your kiss with a little more pressure, assuring you that this hadn’t been a dream. The moment you tried to turn your hand to intertwine it with hers, she suddenly pulled back, sitting up as she swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t have.” Ahsoka shook her head, confliction swirling through her mind. “Why did you do that?” “I’m sorry.” You apologised again, cursing yourself for the wrong social cue. “Forget it happened. Impulsive action.”

You didn’t notice the way her face fell upon those words, nor the way her lip trembled lightly. You just continued to rant: “Adrenaline rush. Makes people do crazy things they usually wouldn’t do.” And that was what broke her. Of course; It makes you do crazy things you wouldn’t usually do. Why would you?

She got up from the cot, making her way towards the exit of the tent. “Ahsoka?” You called after her. “I need to get some air.” She managed to get out. “Yeah, no, of course.” You stuttered, now crestfallen on the floor as you watched her leave. “I’ll- uh, I’ll be right here.”

That was the last time you had seen her. You had heard her take off, leaving you at your camp with just a speeder to get you to the nearest village. You lost all contact afterwards.

“I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you. Where we can be together, I promise you. I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you.”

The walk to her room seemed somewhat comfortable, even though the memories now came flashing back more evident than ever. You wanted to get rid of them. She seemed fine now - surely it wasn’t worth getting worked up about.

“I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.” You spoke as you opened her door. She seemed to have notice the sudden shift while the two of you were walking, and turned to face you as she stood in her door opening: “I’m sorry if I make you nervous.” “No, it’s fine,” You shook off. “It’s been some time.”

She just nodded at that, shooting a quick glance in the room. “Thank you.” She said as she looked back at you. “For allowing me to stay here.” “Of course.” You smiled. “You don’t need to ask.”

When she didn’t respond, you turned slightly, pointing towards a door at the left end of the hall. “If there is anything, and I mean anything, that door is mine.” Then, you turned to leave, offering her a small wave. “Goodnight, Ahsoka.” “I am sorry I left.” She interrupted before you could set a step. “I shouldn’t have.”

One look was cast over your shoulder, though it wasn’t in sadness or frustration; it was a strange combination of remorse and peace: “You don’t need to justify your actions. Not to me.” “You deserve to know why.” She countered, seemingly adamant on making her point.

“Tell me about it tomorrow.” You smiled, an offer she seemed to be okay with. And with that, you continued your path.

“Goodnight, Ahsoka.”

“Goodnight.”

“I promise, I promise.”

#November writings 2023 #star wars #Ahsoka Tano #Ashoka #tcw #the clone wars #Star Wars rebels #the mandalorian #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka tano x reader

[unpresidentedbullhonkey]

Clone Wars Headcanons

Tattooine reminds me of like Southern America or even like Colorado/Wyoming area. So I have a major headcanon that people from Tattooine have a drawl when they speak. I can imagine that Anakin has somewhat lost that drawl over time, but, BUT, it comes out on certain words, (thinking of my own accent here, on things like Oil, Time, Don't, Etc. basically he adds too much inflection where it shouldn't be, or he takes out syllables) And it especially comes out when he's mad or *whispers* horny. It drives Padme and/or Rex absolutely crazy. Because as the saying from the great Trace Atkins goes. Ladies Love Country Boys.

Obi-Wan is not a kid person. He doesn't hate them, and if needed he's VERY good with them, but he just doesn't feel a connection towards them. It's the reason he keeps refusing to take another Padawan. When he took on Anakin, he thought he would mess up on the parenting because of this, but in reality Anakin couldn't have asked for a better father figure, and Anakin makes sure he knows it everytime his aversion to children is brought up, with Ahsoka agreeing whole heartedly. And as much as that touches him he'd still rather run head first into a wall before he raises another kid.

Cody is a 'loses everything, including clothes' drunk, which is why he doesn't do it very often. But one time Rex manages drag him to 79s, let's just say Rex had never seen so much of Cody before, and he never wants to see it again. And the next day Cody had to get a new ID card as well as a new Datapad. And still to this day Hardcase calls him Commander Swinger because of the eyeful he got when Cody dropped the tablecloth he wore on the walk back, in the middle of the 501st barracks.

When they're deployed on planets with jungles or wooded areas, Anakin allows Ahsoka to hunt, but only with a trooper not far behind her, because, you know, she's a teenager, and there's a little war going on atm. But Fives refuses to go with her anymore because he wasn't paying attention once and he heard some rustling in the bushes and looked over and when he shined his light he saw her with glowing eyes like a tooka and a huge dead animal in her mouth, dripping with blood. He's never fully recovered from the image and he's seen people die right next to him, but that was straight out of a horror holo. They got back to camp, marched right up to Rex and Anakin and flatly told them he was never doing that again and that he didn't care how much they outranked him, it wasn't happening. And they never asked him again because Rex had never seen him so serious.

Tup is afraid of flying, because once during a simulation as a cadet their gunship went down and he got thrown from it and even though it was a simulator it scared him and he never wants it to actually happen.

Echo, when he gets drunk doesn't go anywhere besides the barracks or 79s anymore, because one time him and fives got drunk and had a run in with Hound and Grizzler, and the damn lizard dog bit him on the calve and fives on the arm, and instead of patching them up Commander Fox just laughed at them while they sat in the drunk tank waiting for Rex to pick them up. He now also has a fear of massiffs even if they're friendly.

#anidala #star wars: the clone wars #rexwalker #anakin sykwalker #obiwan kenobi #headcanon #captain rex #commander cody #ahsoka tano #grizzler #hound #commander fox #clone trooper tup #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper hardcase

[echo-lover]

Hello there!

A few of my favorite Star Wars headcanons about clones

• Parental instinct

I've noticed that some clones have a highly developed paternal instinct.

I think Cut with his little family is not only one.

Hunter showed concern for childrens safety from the very beginning, like Kaleb and Gungi (surviving Wookie Jedi). He looks after Omega like his own daughter, as do the rest of the Bad Batch. Hunter definitely plays the role od father in his team as a responsible and a little overprotective leader.

Echo is the most mature in my opinion and in my eyes he will always be a mommy.

Waxer immediately felt the need to care for the newly met child and had no problem with hugging or comforting little Numa when she started crying. I just know that he loved children and secretly dreamed of starting a family, but he put himself entirely at being a soldier and protecting those who can not protect themselves.

Even Boil had grown strong bond owith Numa after some time and wanted to protect her at all costs.

I think Rex would also make a great father figure. He felt a strong need to take care of others. He acted as a mentor or an older brother for Ahsoka, and when he met Omega, he immediately got in touch with her. It's worth mentioning how he immediately stood between her and Bad Batch when he found out that the boys hadn't removed their chips yet. He remembered perfectly well what happened during Order 66. I'm sure he felt guilty that he had almost executed his longtime friend who trusted him with all her heart. He also felt responsible for his brothers who died in this tragic event.

I think this paternal instinct comes straight from Jango Fett's genes, who cared for Boba and loved him, and adopt him as his son. Jango asked specifily for him and knew from the very beggining that he want to adopt this kid. The Mandalorian culture is known for being easily attached to children, and they often decided to adopt kids, as fathers and mothers, and raise them like their own.

• Overprotective Hunter

Hunter is, in my opinion, the most sensitive and emotionally mature of the Bad Batch. He can read the feelings of others, especially those closest to him, so he always knew when something was wrong. Perhaps his enhanced senses have something to do with this.

He also has a tendency to be overprotective.

As a leader, he put the good of the squad before his own. I'm sure that running and hiding from the Empire, the constant pressure on his shoulders, was very tiring for him.

Hunter tried to protect Omega and his brothers the best way he could. That's why, the loss of any member of his family was a hard shoot in the heart for him. He sees it as a personal failure, as he failed his loved ones. He may start to think that Crosshair's words as true, that maybe he shouldn't be the leader, but he hasn't told anyone about his feelings and his own doubts.

But I think Echo knew... Echo knew that Hunter was worried and tired of the constant responsibility.

• Hunter and his senses

Hunter is a synesthete. This means that what he feels with one of his senses also affects the others. For example: he sees sounds, he can taste colors or numbers have colors for him. His synesthesia is a side effect of his enhanced senses.

Due to his heightened senses, Hunter also felt pain more intense than the other clones.

I still remember the moment Omega snuggled up to him after rescuing her when she was kidnapped by Cad Bane. Hunter winced in pain for a moment as his chest wound still was fresh. He had been shot with a blaster and almost get himself k!lled, and yet the most important thing to him was Omega. He ignored his own discomfort and focused fully on Omega, making sure nothing happened to his little girl. The expression of pain quickly turned into relief.

• Family

Some time after Omega joined the Bad Batch, they agreed on the role of family members:

Omega is their little sister, of course Hunter play the role of a father, while Echo is hailed as a mother. Our grumpy little bean muttered something about this being stupid idea at first, but in the end he liked being called mommy Echo.

Echo is a great addition to this crazy squad. He is the most experienced and can keep his family in line. It will never stop to amaze me how much good and love is hidden in the heart of a man who has never known a moment of comfort in his life and to whom no one has ever shown love. His physical and mental health were very bad after the events at Skako Minor. There was almost nothing left of the inexperienced Reg from the 501st Legion. Despite this, he will always remain my favorite character in all of Star Wars universe.

Wrecker is basically a second baby and needs to be looked after more than Omega, because if you let him out of your sight for a moment, he'll probably make a big mess.

Wrecker had the mind of a child trapped in the body of a large man. He is strong and could cause fear, but he have a soft heart. He cared for those closest to him, especially Omega. When his little sister was having a bad day and was sad, Wrecker was the first to make her laugh and even shared Lula, his beloved doll, with her.

I like to think that Tech and Crosshair are sort of twins (like Echo and Fives) they're a great duo and I miss their interaction so much. Tech, as the wise one, did not get in the way of the others, offering his advice when needed. Crosshair, on the other hand, although he seems cold and very distant, I think he would quickly like Omega and become a supportive, slightly sarcastic brother to her.

• Crosshair is not as cold as he looks

Crosshair hated being different, and called a freak from the very beggining. All his life he tried to blend in, to do his job well as a soldier, and as a member of the team. He didn't show it, but he was touched by other people's words about their group, different look, and specific abilities. That's why he hated Regs so much, he wanted to prove his worth to them. And also to himself.

When I saw Crosshair for the first time, I thought that he must have quite low self-esteem and become nervous in stressful situations. Whenever he took off his helmet, we saw him immediately reach for a toothpick. He felt the need to have something in his mouth to relieve the stress and tension in his body. He always seemed to me to be the type of perfectionist who pays great attention to detail and will practice until he achieves perfection in a specific field.

Despite his specific style, Crosshair wasn't as cold as he seemed. He really cared about Omega, and I'm sure that if they had the chance to spend more time together, Crosshair would like the girl and treat her like his little sister. He will destroy anyone who tries to harm Omega.

I also think that Crosshair secretly loves animals, especially cats. I imagined that it started with Wrecker once bring a white, homeless kitten to the Marauder. The animal started fawning at Crosshair's legs and refused to leave him even for a second. In the end, Cross liked it, petted him and cuddled with him, and even let him sleep in bed with him. Having a pet was a stress reliever for him. He named his kitten Alpine.

• The past still hurts, just as much as before

Echo often had terrible nightmares. We can see in the Bad Batch, that his PTSD was still very strong. Every contact with medical equipment could trigger a severe panic attack and anxiety. Fortunately, Omega was there to support him at the time. I'm always touched that even though Echo didn't know Omega back then, he trusted her enough that her presence really helped him come back to reality and understand that he was safe.

I'm sure that he had nightmares about being tortured and locked at Skako Minor, and also dreamed of Fives. I think because of this he may have even been afraid to fall asleep, and as a result he slept very little.

He missed his brother so much and blamed himself for not being there when he died. Echo was afraid of being locked up and deprived of help, so he tried to get involved as much as possible in the fight against the Empire. I think that was one of the main reasons he went back to Rex.

I also think that Echo and Tech had long conversations and spent a lot of time together while repairing or piloting the ship. They got along the best of the whole team and only with Tech, Echo felt relaxed enough to be able to talk about his feelings and problems he was struggling with. Tech never asked, like the overprotective Hunter, he just listened, and that was enough for Echo to discover a soul mate similar to his fallen brother, Fives.

I imagine one night Tech found out that Echo couldn't sleep and asked him what happened. Echo was so surprised that someone actually asked him how he felt that he didn't know what to say at first. He finally decided to open up and confess what was on his mind. Tech understood him and they became very close from then on. That's why Echo suffered so much after losing Tech. He felt as if he had lost half of his soul again.

I imagine that, Echo was the only one from the Bad Batch to still use Mando'a. He and Fives used to speak this language among themselves. Fives nicknamed him Ech'ika (little Echo). Now, Echo used to call Omega ad'ika. After Fives death, Echo sang an old anthem - Vode an (Brothers all) to honor the memory of his fallen brother. They had learned it when they were still cadets and used to sing it together before going into battle and all 501st knew the lyrics. This is one of my favorite headcanons.

I'm sure that Echo got a tattoo of a five in honor of Fives' death. In this way he always carried his brother with him and wanted to honor his memory.

• Nightmares

Omega took a while to get used to her new home after leaving Kamino. I imagine she often had nightmares that made her afraid to go to sleep alone. Hunter saw that and let the little girl sleep with him. He told her some stories about the planets they had visited on missions, and the bond between them grew stronger. He didn't admit it, but he had fond memories of those times together.

• Fives and his twin

If Fives survived, he would be the first to side with Rex to save Echo. Seeing his beloved brother alive, but connected to computer and badly hurt, he would be both happy and devastated at the same time. Fives would do absolutely anything to be reunited with his beloved twin, even if the whole Galaxy was against him and thought he's crazy.

After being rescued, Fives would make sure Echo was fewling comfortable and help him overcome his PTSD episodes. Then he would join the Bad Batch with Echo, because he didn't wanted him to feel different. Despite some problems, the Bad Batch accepted them as their own and they became very close, like family. I pictured them sitting around fire and how they shared stories from various missions together.

Then Fives saw that Echo was trully happy. He hugged him close, and when Echo asked what happened, Fives simply replied, "I'm just happy you're here, vod'ika. That's all."

• Astronomy lesson

Tech taught Omega astronomy. How to read sky maps and name constellations. They often sat together at night, watching the sky. Hunter would get a little angry when they stay up too late, fearing that both his brother and little sister would be sick, but his anger faded quickly when he saw the smile on Omega's face. Papa Hunter would do anything to make his little girl happy.

• Two captains

Howzer is Rex's twin, like Fives and Echo. They are giving the same vibe. They trained together from an early age, still as cadets, and then the war separated them. They are also very similar in character. Courageous and great leaders, they do not abandon their people until the very end. I feel they would get along pretty well.

• Brothers for life

Cody was like an older brother to Rex. His ore'vod. He trusted him the most of all the clones.They were inseparable from the beginning of the war and became very close after the Umbara ARC. I imagine Cody was comforting a devastated Rex. He knew perfectly well that under the mask of captain's determination there was a lot of pain and suffering after loss of many brothers. They were both good people who saw a lot of evil and death in their lives. They carried mourning in their hearts and finaly were able tolet go all their emotions. It was the first time Rex had let tears flow in his brother's arms. He felt loved and safe, and Cody didn't let him go for a long time. From this moment, they looked at each other a bit differently, carefully analyzing the other's emotions and making sure that everything was okay. Besides being strong and serious leaders, they were caring and loving brothers on the inside.

Also, I just know that they were having small competition. The 501st and 212th were competing against each other as to which legion/batalion was more effective in combat. General Kenobi and Anakin secretly supported this fun game.

• Suffering medic

Kix put a lot of pressure on himself as a medic. He wanted to save as many lives as possible and not let a single soldier die. He always fought to the very end, refusing to rest until the last man was healed. Each death of his brother was equally painful for him and he treated it as a personal failure.

Umbara left a huge mark on him. He failed. So many of his brothers had fallen, and he worked until he was breathless. Only when he was so exhausted, that he could no longer stand on his own, he agreed to take a break.

Kix sat alone against the wall, looking at his hands, and cried quietly. His hands and armor were covered with the blood of his brothers. Some of them were badly hurt, others didn't make it. Kix wished he were in their place right now and felt guilty. It was hard for him to be the one that survived.

He didn't know how long he sat like that, but at one moment he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and a calm voice that he recognized immediately. It was Jesse. His best friend, his brother... Jesse told him that he did everything he could, that it wasn't his fault, but Kix wasn't convinced.

Then Jesse, seeing how bad his brother's condition was, that he started shaking, without thinking much, he wrapped his arms around Kix, pulling him into a tight hug. The medic did not protest and gave vent to his emotions and helplessness. It was the first time anyone was interested in his health. He had always been responsible for others and now someone was taking care of him. It felt nice, warm... Kix hugged back his brother and they both know that they feel the same way.

#clone wars #bad batch #headcanon #clones #captain rex #commander cody #hunter bad batch #tbb echo #tech bad batch #tbb crosshair #captain howzer #star wars #headcanons #family #brothers in arms

[emoani]

▪︎pairing: pre-crisp darth vader x f!reader

▪︎warnings: sexual content but very romantic, Vader not burned (I was inspired by episode 5 of Ahsoka, sorry if you don't like it) english is not my first language! so sorry for the mistakes

brazilian portuguese version is here

▪︎summary: Where Darth Vader hasn't yet taught you everything he's capable of.

▪︎I haven't taught you everything yet ▪︎

- Come to bed, my love... - He teases you, his voice hoarse.

And you, the new Lord's wife, would never disobey him (even though you already wanted to obey).

Vader provokes you and before you even think about responding, perhaps negatively - he provokes you by touching your intimacy through the Force. And that act already brings you such great pleasure. It's enough that you practically run to him like a pet.

Vader smiles evilly before attacking you desperately. He's so anxious that he almost drowns you in his kisses and love. Vader is a mix of passion, aggression, desire...

- Baby, I can't control myself anymore... I can't hold back... I need... I need... - Darth Vader mumbles these words as he kisses your neck, his hands passing through you so obscenely. You feel everything he feels. Including how excited he is. Vader doesn't stay still on top of his body, moving up and down around you, kissing the parts that please you most. You are panting. You don't even know if you can handle him today. But that doesn't stop you from saying:

- Is that all you have?

- Baby... I can do more... I know, and you know that I can do more...

- I don't know!

Vader laughs at your boldness, you shouldn't have provoked him. Everyone should be afraid and respect you, but in those moments he loved it when you challenged him.

- If you're acting like this, It's because I haven't shown you everything yet - He returns with the kiss, but now it becomes longer, more passionate and hotter.

You feel your husband's mouth all over your body. He kisses you in every way he knows how.

- Do you want more? Do you want me to show you everything I know how to do? I could bring you a feeling like no other. So...

- Vader... Ani... show me everything - You call him, sighing.

And then he shows you everything that a Sith Lord can bring to his wife. A feeling that no one else would know, only you: pleasure, love, affection, desire and love. No one would ever know what it's like to be kissed by him, only you. And you could never quite describe those long kisses and his warm touch. He could be violent at times, but always passionate. You feel the fire of the Force move through your body, bringing unbelievable pleasure to you. All this together with his desire, his love. How he wanted you now. You felt everything. You were one.

You moved as one when he entered you, you moaned and your bodies slammed against each other together. You feel Vader's hands pulling your legs, wanting you closer and closer. Vader's human hand dances all over his body... And every place he touches burns with love and desire. Wanting more and more of him. You can't control your body, much less your moans.

- My love, you're so beautiful - He smiles just at you, admiring you like a valuable work of art.

Vader feels you moving up and down, so he can have his whole body. You want everything. Vader's mechanical hand caresses your skin, the cold touch shivers. But everything is so hot. You don't just kiss, but they connect their souls through their lips. His hands grip his legs, pulling you against his hips as he undulates your body over his. You guys don't stop kissing. His lips are on you all the time: on your mouth, neck and your entire body.

- My dear? - He kisses you and you respond with another high-pitched moan - Come on... We know what we want, don't we? Let's enjoy then...

Vader starts touching your intimacy but doesn't dare stop thrusting inside you. He touches you quickly and accurately. You already know what he wants, for you to come along with him.

- Come to me, my Queen - Vader whispers in your ear.

- My Lord...

Then he kisses you more hotly, moaning between your lips. Totally out of control. Fingers don't stop touching you, he caresses you everywhere. And as you feel your entire body shake beneath him, you're sure you belong to him.

- My... My love... - You can feel his lack of control.

The Dark Lord in your bed is not under control now. Don't ask his name, don't ask him anything. He just knows that you want his body, he just wants to get into you again and again. Until his pleasure overflows from inside you to the bed. Now he is you, and you are him.

You smile at him and pull him into a passionate kiss, exhausted and happy.

He smiles at you too, but Vader's smile is somewhere between scary and evil. Intense and intense again.

- Tell me what is it? - You ask.

- Innocent girl... - He shakes his head and laughs before pulling you by the leg without much delicacy - I haven't taught you everything yet.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars x reader #darth vader fanfic #darth vader x f!reader #darth vader x reader #anakin x you #darth vader x you #anakin x y/n #hayden christensen x reader

[roselightfairy]

I just keep thinking about Kanan being knighted.

This thing he'd probably barely even begun to conceptualize when everything crumbled around him; the same way as a child I could never imagine myself being really and truly in my twenties, he knew being a knight was a thing that would happen to him eventually but he couldn't possibly imagine himself occupying the role of his own master, of these other great knights he saw around him. And then his master was killed in front of him and the entire Jedi Order was destroyed, and it must have been like having your past, present, and future all erased at the same time. Not only everyone he loved and the only life he'd ever known was stolen from him, but also the promise of this thing that he would have been, the future that was waiting for him - that was all gone at once, destroyed in flashing lights and friends turned foes, along with any sense of safety or companionship, leaving him alone.

And he's alone for a long time, on the run or in hiding, and he just has to survive as best he can, has to put the past of the Jedi behind him. Has to accept that the Jedi are his past, not his future, no matter what does come of his life. And he finds companionship again, finds Hera and the Rebellion and a way to be part of something and do some good; he rediscovers part of his Jedi self - but it's always something he's making up as best he can, using what he remembers and what happens to him. He identifies with the Jedi Order still; he's proud of it as part of his past (even though it's too dangerous to declare it) - but what he has is the best he can make up for himself. No wonder he wants so desperately to find Luminara. No wonder he doubts himself so much when Ezra comes along! He has to pretend to be a master, when he was never so much as a knight, and every other hour he's being caught at it. He's no teacher, he's no master, he's no knight, and everyone around him knows it.

But he makes his peace with it. He grows to love Ezra, grows to find some kind of comfort in the teaching and learning they share between them, even thought it's different. They create something of their own, and it's as okay as it can possibly be that the Order is gone, because they are keeping as much of it alive as he can, even while they change and grow in new ways. And then Ahsoka comes to join them and he's not fully alone anymore; he has someone else who shares some of his memories and someone who was trained beyond his level to help him. And he has the people he'd give his life to protect, the people who are teaching him how to be a Jedi in that way of seeing the greater good and the needs of the world beyond his own personal scope. And he and Ezra and Ahsoka are going on missions together, and they go to the Temple and he's not there for himself: he's there for that greater good, having finally learned to let go and take the world as it comes rather than as he once thought it would be.

And then. And then, separated from his student and his friend, he finds himself in a duel that he doesn't understand, a duel with a piece of the past he has been working to let go - and at the end of all of it, that figure gives him that thing he never thought he'd get. Validates all his struggles and the teaching and learning he's had to make up on his own, and gives him that title that was once all he ever expected for himself: Kanan Jarrus. A Knight of the Jedi Order.

What do you think he did with that? When they escaped the Temple, there was word from Yoda, word of Malachor; there was danger and there were more important things to do - and who could he tell? Being a knight shouldn't mean anything to Ezra, trained as he always has been outside the structures of the Order, with no need for their traditions and outright irreverence when Kanan has tried to bring some of that in. How can he tell Ahsoka, someone who left the Order because of how profoundly it had failed her, even before it was all reduced to rubble? There is no one in his new life who can truly understand what this means to him, and yet still he holds it against his chest like something more precious than any possession - something useless, maybe, to the life he lives, but something that can't be taken away from him like everything else has been and still could be.

I like to think he whispered it to Hera later, in the dark quiet of their bunk, when the planning and strategizing were over, when it was just the two of them in their shared space and what's important to him is important to her, not with the innate knowledge of memory and tradition but with the intimate knowledge of him. "Hera," I like to imagine him whispering, "something happened to me today. It's not important to the mission, but I just needed to tell someone."

A Knight of the Jedi Order. I hope those words echoed in his mind while he drifted off to sleep that night.

#kanan jarrus #i love him your honor #sw rebels #star wars

[zoeykallus]

if your comfortable with it, could you do some ashoka x fem reader angst? and then cuddles?

i love your work! have a great day!

Aloha!

Sure, I love Ahsoka 😊

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-shot - Coming Home

Angst/Fluff/Comfort

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This is the part of your being together that you hate, waiting for Ahsoka to return from one of her Fulcrum missions. This uncertainty of if and when she will come back to you, every time, is nerve-wracking. Often she can't even check in from the road, sometimes you don't know for days if she's still alive.

You're almost sure you're going to break at some point, but you definitely don't want to give up on your relationship.

You are so relieved when you look out the window and see Ahsoka's shuttle landing. Expectant and impatient, you rush to the door, yank it open, and run out toward the shuttle. As Ahsoka steps out of the shuttle, however, your smile fades. The expression on the former Jedi's face is somber, melancholy.

"What happened?" you ask softly as she stands before you.

Ahsoka shakes her head ponderously, walking past you to the small hut that currently serves as your shelter. You follow her anxiously, closing the door behind you both and watching as she paces restlessly.

"Ahsoka, please talk to me. You've been gone so long. What's wrong?"

She looks at you and there is a deep pain in her gaze that you can hardly bear. Ahsoka is usually anything but easily upset. You're seriously worried.

"I found my former master," she says softly.

You blink and frown questioningly.

"That's good, isn't it? He's alive? Shouldn't you be happy?"

Again, the beautiful Togruta just shakes her head, rubbing her temples as if she has a headache.

"I suspected it," she says, "sensed it, but chose not to believe it, but now I know for sure."

Helpless and worried, you ask her, "What are you talking about, dear?"

"Skywalker is Vader," she says somberly, her hands clenched into fists, the expression on her face a mixture of helplessness and anger.

You're at a loss for words at first. You can barely grasp the significance of this statement, how hard this realization must hit Ahsoka.

"Oh 'Soka," you say softly and reach for her hands, gently unclenching her fists to hold her hands.

"I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't left the Order, maybe I could have stopped it".

You place a hand under her chin and gently but firmly force her to look at you, holding the gaze of her beautiful blue eyes with yours. Her beautiful face is right in front of yours and as always you can't help but admire how gorgeous she is, even in this doubtful, sad state, as if nothing could take away from her natural elegance. At first sight she seems so delicate, but you know that inside this pretty shell there is an upright fighting spirit, a skilled warrior. But even the strongest fighters need comfort and guidance now and then.

"Don't do this Ahsoka, this 'what if' road is a dead end. You were a Padawan, he was a trained Jedi Master, he made that decision alone."

Ahsoka says quietly, "He needed me and I let him down".

"That's not true. You made a decision, one that was right and important to you. At no point were you responsible for Skywalker's decisions or his career"

Ahsoka sighs softly, moves closer and wraps her arms around your middle, leaning her head against yours. The embrace is tender and yet also yearning for comfort. You know that she is really suffering right now, not knowing how to deal with what she has experienced.

"I need you now," she says almost in a whisper.

You smile softly, relieved and glad that she seeks comfort from you. You return the embrace tenderly and say, "I'm right here with you, 'Soka."

You hold each other for quite a while before retreating to the sofa bed, snuggling into one of the blankets, snuggled together, talking for quite a while. It's not easy, but you manage to keep Ahsoka from dissolving into self-doubt.

Ahsoka's head is on your shoulder, one of your arms wrapped around her, one of her legs hooked under yours. She takes your hand and gently kisses the back of it.

"What would I do without you?"

You laugh softly and say, "Probably take on way too much responsibility."

"Probably," Ahsoka agrees quietly.

After a while of silence, she suddenly says, "I don't regret leaving the Order. If I hadn't, I probably never would have met you. You know how much you mean to me, don't you?"

You tenderly hug her a little closer and hum contentedly.

"I know, 'Soka, I feel the same way," you finally say softly.

She giggles as you gently place a kiss between her montrals.

"That tickles"

"I know," you say, amused, and graze the same spot again.

Ahsoka turns and leans over you, she smiles then gently leans her forehead against yours and says, "I'm so glad I have you. Even if you are quite cheeky sometimes. Coming back to you, always feels like coming home, no matter where we are"

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Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

Sabine, From a Certain Point of View

Story Summary: A collection of short stories about Sabine Wren from the viewpoints of different people in her life, all of them noting a peculiar change happening within the young woman. Takes place during Ezra's ten year absence and the events of the Ahsoka series.

Author's Note: I know I said that Sparring Session would be coming out but then I had this idea for a fic appear and I needed to write it immediately. I don't know when Sparring Session will be out, but I hope you all like this one in it's place.

@sabezraweek - Prompt: Then and Now

Governor Ryder Azadi

Azadi liked to take a stroll through the streets of Lothal's capital when the politics became too heavy to deal with.

Sometimes, he would visit the local market and just sit on a bench somewhere and just . . . soak in the vibrancy and life of all the people moving about. It was a quiet reminder of what was really important when the squabbling New Republic senators threatened to make him feel nostalgic for the Empire.

Other times, he stopped at the various food stalls, marveling at the steady surge of new vendors, species, and cultures. He talked with them, welcomed the merchants to the city, and listened to their stories, their grievances, and asked about their lives.

Regardless of where his stroll through the capital took him, it always ended in one place: the Wall of Heroes. It was a mural, depicting the legendary Ghost crew, who were instrumental in the defense and liberation of Lothal from the Empire.

And, most importantly, they were personal friends of Azadi. He made it a point to visit the mural whenever his schedule allowed.

It was early evening when he arrived - only to find that he was not alone.

Sabine Wren was also there. He almost didn't recognize her without the customary Mandalorian armor on; she wore a customized flight jacket, vibrant red tunic, form fitting combat pants and the boots to match.

Her hair was a new shade of deep purple and the edges, dyed a dusk orange, now reached just slightly past her shoulders.

She was turned away from him, arms crossed, looking at the mural.

Azadi cleared his throat. "Sabine? Is that you?"

Sabine stirred from some deep reverie and turned around. "Hey, Ryder."

I always forget how young she really is, thought Ryder. He knew her history: the losses and sacrifices. Sabine was barely into her twenties.

So much tragedy at such a young age. He was no stranger to it himself, but at least the benefit of it being stretched out over a longer period meant he had the time to process it properly.

Sabine was born into the war. And now it was over. He wondered what would come next for her.

Azadi walked over to her and gazed at the mural. "Surprised to see you here, Sabine."

She shrugged. "Nowhere else to be, at the moment."

His stomach sank. Way to be forgetful, old man, he thought, bitterly.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "There's no excuse - I shouldn't have forgotten what happened to Mandalore. Your family."

Sabine replied, "You've been busy running a whole sector. I get it. Wish I could forget." Her tone was light, but her expression was strained.

He looked around. "I don't see Ahsoka here. I figured you would be staying with her."

Azadi had heard rumors that the Jedi Knight had taken Sabine on as an apprentice. Something about Sabine's sudden reappearance on Lothal told him that wasn't true . . . or, at least, not anymore.

Sabine's face became an empty, neutral mask. Tonelessly, she said, "That won't be happening."

"I see," said Azadi. He sensed that he was treading near dangerous territory and changed the subject. "So you'll be staying on Lothal, then?"

"If that's alright."

Azadi snorted. "You're a war hero, Sabine. You're more than welcome to make this your home."

"Thanks." He could hear the relief in her voice. Sabine hesitated, then asked, "Is Lothalnet comm tower E-272 still available?"

Azadi blinked at the young woman. But she wasn't looking at him; she was looking at the mural again.

He followed her line of sight and realized she was staring at the image of Ezra Bridger, fellow Ghost crewmate and her best friend.

Azadi knew the two had been close . . . but there was something haunted in her eyes this time. Something new burned there.

"Ezra's old watchtower," he murmured.

She nodded.

"It is," he said. "Free of charge, for you. I made sure it was never disturbed after . . . after he left."

There was a tightening around her eyes. "He's still out there, Ryder," she snarled.

Azadi almost took a step back, surprised by her sudden tone.

"Of course. I didn't mean to imply otherwise," replied Azadi, cautiously. "You can move in whenever you want."

Sabine seemed to catch herself and took a deep breath. After a moment, she hung her head and said quietly, "Thank you." There was a pause and then she added, "I already moved in yesterday with all my stuff, by the way."

"Of course you did," said Azadi, wryly.

They both stared at the mural for a few quiet moments.

"Sabine, I'm sorry . . . about everything." It seemed such an insignificant gesture in the face of everything the young woman was facing.

He wanted badly to give Sabine a hug, but something in her demeanor told him that it would be unwelcome.

Azadi opted instead to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and then moved towards the exit. Sabine nodded at him in reply and then stepped away to the mural.

She was still there as he looked back one last time, feeling worried.

One hand was up, touching the face of Ezra's image; there was an intimacy in the way she was doing it and Azadi - for the briefest of seconds - felt like a voyeur, watching something he shouldn't be.

The other hand was down by her side.

It was, he noted with concern, curled into a tight fist.

Hera Syndulla

The cafe Sabine chose to meet at had a cozy, hole-in-the-wall aesthetic that Hera immediately liked; the server, a fellow Twi'lek woman, young, with a bright, lively face smiled at her and sat her down at a table outside under the shade of a veranda.

Hera ordered her usual blend of caf and waited for Sabine to arrive.

The young woman in question arrived several minutes later, dressed in a mechanic's jumpsuit that was smudged with oil and grease stains. Her hair, frazzled and sticking out in odd spots, was surprisingly clean despite her overall appearance.

She's growing it out, Hera noted. Sabine had always kept her hair short, purely for practical reasons.

Not anymore it seems.

Hera stood and gave Sabine a firm hug and then took a proper look at her. It had been months since they had last seen each other.

"You look terrible," said Hera.

Sabine grinned. "Back at you."

Hera snorted . . . and then nodded in reluctant agreement. The New Republic had been running her ragged since the War's end; she'd been engaged in extended clean-up operations, helping to push back the Imperial Remnant further and further away from the Core World Systems.

"I just want to sleep for a year," she admitted.

The server arrived with Hera's caf. She nodded at Sabine. "Your usual?"

Sabine replied, "Yup. Thanks, Des."

Hera blew at her caf and took a sip. It was heavenly; far better than the usual New Republic military standard sludge that she regularly consumed.

She held back a groan. "Nice place you chose. This caf is to die for."

"Yeah. Ezra told me about it a while back. Wanted to take me here, someday."

Hera glanced at Sabine, hiding it behind another sip of sweet, dark caf. At the mention of Ezra, she noted how Sabine's became a mask, completely devoid of emotion, despite the light tone of her voice.

She thought about the reason why this meeting was happening; specifically, because of what was sitting in her jacket pocket.

Ezra's holo-disc. A private recording containing a message solely for Sabine. She had found it tucked away in a secret place onboard the Ghost, during a routine maintenance check.

Hera also knew that Sabine had a recent falling out with Ahsoka. She wasn't sure why; the Jedi Knight had kept those reasons to herself, frustratingly.

But she had given a warning to Hera about Sabine.

Beware her heart, Hera.

Despite her better judgment, Hera still wanted to give Sabine the holo-disc. She deserved that much.

Whether it would be a gift or a burden . . . well, that was up to Sabine.

Sabine's order - a steaming mug of hot chocolate - arrived from Des. She thanked the server and blew at it.

Hot chocolate. Ezra's favorite. Hera felt her heart squeeze at the sight.

She misses you, Ezra. And so do I.

"I assume you didn't want to meet just to stare at me, Hera," said Sabine, dryly.

Hera started, feeling guilty at being caught. "Just admiring the new look you've got going."

Sabine scoffed. "Covered in grease and oil? Yeah, it's all the rage these days. Gotta stay in fashion."

Hera rolled her eyes. "I meant the hair."

"Oh." Sabine leaned back and sipped at her hot chocolate. "Thought I'd try something new." There was a casual slant to her statement that told Hera she was being evasive.

Hera said, "I remember Ezra sketching you, once upon a time. He had one where you had longer hair."

Sabine looked away. "Is that so?" she murmured.

"Yeah." Hera peered at her, but couldn't see the young woman's eyes to gauge . . . no, she was mistaking it. It couldn't be. "He told me it was his favorite sketch of you. Did you ever see it?"

Sabine shrugged, still not looking directly at Hera. "Don't recall."

Yeah, right. You regularly raided his stuff whenever you needed something, like any older sister would do. No way you didn't peek at his sketchbook.

"Hmmm," said Hera. "Anyway, I came here to give you this." She reached into her pocket and placed Ezra's holo-disc onto the table.

Sabine arched an eyebrow. "Gee, you shouldn't have."

Hera, ignoring the sarcastic remark, explained, "I found it on the Ghost during a recent maintenance check. It was tucked away safe and tight."

She paused, looking seriously at Sabine, before continuing, "I don't want you to think that I was hiding this from you. The moment I found out what it was, I cleared my schedule to get it here to you."

Sabine's expression turned wolf-like; there was a ravenous glint in the young woman's eyes that made Hera feel uncomfortable.

"Hera, what is this?" she quietly. But Hera could tell that she had already guessed at it.

Without saying a word, Hera pressed the button to play Ezra's message.

She just watched Sabine, not really listening to Ezra's words; Hera had already re-watched it dozens of times herself, just to verify that it was really him.

And also so she could hear Ezra's voice again.

That ravenous glint in Sabine's eyes grew sharper; as she listened, her face became transposed into something approaching agony.

Hera had met with refugees from the Empire's atrocities on other worlds. Their eyes and faces had the same hollowed out expression and starving look that Sabine now exhibited.

The message finished playing. Neither of them said anything for a long moment, both just staring at the recording.

With a shaking hand, Sabine reached out to take the holo-disc. She clutched it to her chest, bent over; the young woman's shoulders shook intensely with . . . grief, Hera supposed, was maybe the closest word she could think of.

Hera finished her caf, letting Sabine work through it in silence. When she was finally composed, Hera said, softly, "You heard him. He's counting on you."

Sabine's grasp on the holo-disc turned into a vise, her hand becoming a claw over the device. Her eyes radiated a fire that Hera had never seen before.

"Yes," Sabine said in an ominous tone. "He is."

Beware her heart, Hera, warned Ahsoka.

I might have made a mistake in giving her this, she thought. But what's done is done.

Hera's last memory of Sabine as she left was the young woman hunched over the table, watching the recording again with an odd sheen in her eyes - and she was reminded of the pictures from storybook tales of dragons from her youth.

How they coveted their precious hoards of gold and treasure.

How they burned all who threatened to take it away.

Ahsoka Tano

"She's off-world? You're certain?" asked Ahsoka, speaking to the hologram of Governor Ryder Azadi.

The older man nodded. "We're certain. You won't be running into her."

Ahsoka was relieved. "Thank you, Azadi."

"Of course." He hesitated and Ahsoka sensed his consternation.

"Is there a reason why you two aren't together anymore?" he asked.

Ahsoka crossed her arms, thinking. "Yes."

"Ah, okay. Is that something you're willing to share?"

"No."

Azadi deflated, but said, "Look, Ahsoka. I understand if it's Jedi business, but this is Sabine we're talking about. We're all worried about her."

You should be, thought Ahsoka. And more.

"How often has she been taking these trips?" she asked, changing the subject.

Azadi pursed his lips, clearly annoyed. "It's not consistent. Sometimes she doesn't leave for months; then, all of a sudden, she's there and back again five times in a single week."

Ahsoka tapped her fingers. "Chasing down leads on Ezra."

"Yes," Azadi agreed. "Hera has also been reaching out with her concerns. She says Sabine's been putting inquiries out to the New Republic military, calling in favors."

He leaned forward, eyes intense. "It's drawing attention from some of the higher-ups in the Security Council. I'm doing what I can to deflect it away from her, but Sabine isn't going to stop digging."

Ahsoka sighed. Hera had told her about the decision to hand over Ezra's message, despite Ahsoka's warning.

"Ahsoka, you might be the only one who can reach out to her," urged Azadi.

"Not the only one," the Jedi Knight replied, pointedly.

Azadi sighed. "The only one here, right now. Ezra is gone."

She grimaced. Much as she wanted to rein in her wayward former Padawan, Sabine had made it clear that they were done in their last conversation.

"I can't. It would probably do more harm than good if I talked to her. Sabine has to work through this herself."

"Well, then, why are you here on Lothal if not to check up on her? She's losing herself to this obsession with Ezra."

"I know she's losing herself," said the Jedi. "I want to know if she's lost."

Huyang carefully maneuvered the T-6 shuttle next to Ezra's watchtower and opened the docking ramp in front of the balcony. Ahsoka made the short jump with ease and landed lightly.

Her comm-link beeped at her. "Shall I wait for you below, Lady Tano?" asked Huyang.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

The droid obliged her and parked the shuttlecraft onto a nearby clearing. Ahsoka turned to the doorway leading inside and braced herself before entering.

The first thing she noticed was the echoes of strong emotions emanating through the Force; waves of grief, roiling pockets of resentment and failure, with some small starbursts of joy and clarity peppered in between.

The second thing she noticed, as she focused her eyes in the dim lighting, was the mess. It was everywhere.

Mess was not unusual for Sabine, but this was beyond even her usual chaotic organization. It looked like a gundark had run rampant in the small, but cozy inner area of the watchtower, scattering debris everywhere.

Texts, notes, various star maps with scribbles on them; datapads with reams of information regarding anything about the migratory patterns of puurgils; bits and bobs of various machinery in different stages of disassembly, along with the discarded tools next to them.

And . . . there were sketches of Ezra. Not as how Ahsoka remembered him, but what looked like Sabine's vision of how he might look at his current age, or even older.

Ahsoka sighed and crossed her arms. Her former Padawan was sinking fast into her obsession with Ezra. Faster than even she could have imagined.

A soft mewling sounded from her feet. She looked down and found a loth-cat, peering up at her.

The Jedi Knight smiled. "Well, hello there little one." She reached down to pet it. The loth-cat purred its approval, rubbed against her leg in thanks and skittered off into the darkness.

"Looks reasonably healthy," observed the Jedi. "It can't be all bad if Sabine still takes the time to take care of you."

Her comm-link chirped. "How does it look, Lady Tano?"

"Not good, Huyang. Sabine's gone much farther than I anticipated."

The droid sighed. "When it comes to Ezra, we should have known better."

"It's dangerous," countered Ahsoka. "She's already attracting attention from the New Republic."

"For her, that is of little consequence."

Ahsoka grimaced. Stepping over to a work table, she looked at one of the sketches of Ezra - longer hair with a beard. No longer the earnest teenager she remembered, Sabine now envisioned a handsome, young man with serious, if slightly sad eyes.

She reached out to grab the art of Ezra to get a closer eye on the details; it was amazingly accurate work, even for Sabine -

Ahsoka jerked back her hand. The artwork burned through the Force; touching it had been akin to putting her hand into an open flame.

She knew of few emotions that could evoke such a powerful response.

This was Sabine and Ezra. She knew how close Sabine had been to Ezra before he disappeared with Thrawn to unknown parts of the galaxy.

Time - and countless more tragedies - it seemed had sharpened those feelings into something more.

"Huyang, I'm done here. Power up the engines."

"At once, Lady Tano. Have you made your decision?"

Ahsoka glanced around the empty watchtower, feeling that raw emotion permeate everything around her. How blind I've been.

Do you know Sabine? Do you know what's really driving you now?

"I can't help her. But I can prevent her from going further down this path."

"How?" asked the droid.

"We pick up the search ourselves and beat her to Ezra." She headed to the balcony. The shuttlecraft appeared, the docking ramp extended. "Do we know the last location of Thrawn's associate? Morgan Elsbeth?"

"New Republic intelligence has her listed as a magistrate on the planet Corvus, in the city of Calodan. I shall set in the coordinates."

Ahsoka jumped onto the ramp and looked back at Ezra's watchtower where her former Padawan now resided.

She wondered how many lonely nights Sabine spent in there, working away on some new thread of information about Ezra's whereabouts.

Moving into Ezra's old home. There's two ghosts living there now.

As the T-6 shuttle moved away to head into orbit, she saw the loth-cat perched in the doorway, staring back at her curiously.

Ahsoka called out to it. "Take care of her for me!"

The loth-cat just cocked its head. She smiled and went to join Huyang in the cockpit.

Settling in, she said, "The race is on."

"Sabine has quite the lead on us," Huyang pointed out.

Ahsoka engaged the hyperdrive. "I'm not a good loser, Huyang. And this is one race we need to win."

She threw the throttle back - and the stars streamed into hyperspace.

Shin Hati

The prisoner was loud for the entire trip to Peridea. Shin could sense that even her master, Baylan Skoll, was cultivating his former training as a Jedi to maintain patience.

Most of the guards began to stay away from her, as ordered by Morgan Elsbeth. “She is no threat without the Force,” she observed. “Leave her be.”

Shin had scoffed at Elsebeth’s assessment of Wren’s abilities, only to receive a glare from her master in reprimand.

Elsbeth hasn’t faced her in battle like I have, thought Shin. She doesn’t know how capable Wren is.

True, Shin had bested her the first time they had fought - but it had been much closer than she was anticipating. The Jedi, untrained as she was, fought bravely.

And Wren had survived. Their most recent battle had seen her skills improve dramatically in the short time since then, forcing Shin into a draw.

It was the most fun she'd had trying to kill someone in a long time.

You are an interesting one, Sabine Wren, she thought. I wonder what makes you fight so hard.

Shin fingered the lightsaber on her belt - not her own design, but the one wielded by Wren.

Or maybe, she thought, a wicked smile forming, it's who makes you fight.

Shin found the prisoner silent as she entered the brig. Peering through the opening of Wren's cell, she saw her laying back on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

"Finally tired yourself out from screaming at every passing person?" Shin called.

Wren jerked out of her reverie. "Oh, it's you," she said, grumpily. "Are we there yet?"

Shin replied, "I'm afraid not."

The Jedi sighed and turned away from her. "Then go away."

Shin ignited Wren's lightsaber, admiring the green-white blade that blazed into existence.

Wren whirled into a combat stance with surprising speed. Her eyes widened with surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, suspicion heavy in her question.

Shin closed the lightsaber down. "Green is an interesting choice. It matches you well, now that I think about it more, but I envisioned you with a violet coloring. Suits you better."

Wren stared at her. "It's not mine. Holding on to it for a friend."

Shin arched an eyebrow. "So casual about it. But your feelings betray you. A Jedi's weapon is their life." She leaned in close, eyes wide with interest. "This 'friend' just gave it to you?"

She nodded. "Interesting," replied Shin. "He gave his life to you."

Shin lifted the lightsaber, gripped tightly with both hands - and began to snap it in half, drawing on the Force for extra strength.

"What a waste," she sneered.

A flash of motion - and then Shin found herself being choked. Wren had flew across the cell with ferocious speed, slipped an arm through the opening, and was now strangling her.

"Let it go," Wren snarled. Her eyes burned with dark, venomous rage. "Let it go!"

Shin's vision began to pulse and fade into black. She dropped the lightsaber.

Wren didn't stop. Her grip only tightened.

Shin grabbed her lightsaber, activated it, and made to slash down at the hand gripping her throat with what strength she had left.

Wren jerked back just in time.

Shin collapsed backward, gasping for air, hating the retching sounds escaping from her throat.

She looked back at Wren in the cell. There was no sense of victory or gloating from her.

Just a cold stare that sent a sliver of fear racing through Shin's heart for a moment. Indignant rage filled her a moment later - how dare this would-be Jedi make her feel scared, powerless!

She stumbled to her feet, preparing to open the cell door and cut Wren down here and now -

"Enough," came a stern voice.

Shin looked to the source. It was her master, Baylan Skoll.

"Master - did you see what she - ", she started, stumbling over the words, but Baylan cut her off.

"I saw enough, my young apprentice," Baylan snapped. "I saw her almost kill you. Have you had your fill of embarrassment tonight?"

Shin's face twisted with more anger, but she didn't move.

"Pick up the lightsaber and come with me,” Baylan said with a sigh. He called to Wren. "My apologies. I made you a promise."

Wren didn't acknowledge him. She simply fixed a grim smile at Shin. "Keep your apprentice on a shorter leash next time," she said.

Shin stared at her. "I'll kill you," she replied, softly.

Wren retorted, "You'll try."

"Shin!" called her master, sounding annoyed. "Come, now."

Shin finally obeyed her master. Walking the corridor together, she whispered, "I thought she barely had any Force sensitivity? How is she strong; so fast?"

Baylan glanced at his apprentice. "It's not the Force she's drawing on for strength."

Shin frowned, massaging at her bruised throat. "Then what is it?" she asked.

Baylan said, "Something, in my opinion, that is far more unpredictable and dangerous. You crossed a line with her. Don't do it again."

Shin looked at Wren's lightsaber in her hand, remembering the flash of pure rage.

And something more significant behind it . . . giving the fuel to burn.

She looked back at her master, starting to understand. Baylan nodded. "Now, you begin to see. Rage, fear, sadness, joy - all of them are born from the same emotion."

Shin almost felt sorry for her. "She's consumed by it."

"Yes," Baylan agreed. "It gives her tremendous power and drive, but it also blinds her. Now go get some treatment for that bruise."

Shin rubbed at her throat, wincing at the pain.

But, in reality, it was a small inconvenience compared to what Wren had to be feeling. She'd heard stories from her master about Jedi who succumbed to temptation like Wren did.

She shivered, suddenly feeling grateful that Wren was locked away in a cell.

Not for her protection. For everyone else's.

Ezra Bridger

It didn't take long for Ezra to notice Sabine begin to stumble while helping the Noti move their belongings. He could sense her fatigue through the Force, seeping into him, making him feel stretched thin.

After watching her trip over nothing for the third time, he walked up to her. "I think you should rest, Sabine."

"I can't - no time. We have to move." The lack of usual snark and fire in her reply confirmed his suspicions.

"You can barely walk. I'll handle the rest. Been doing it myself these past ten years, anyway."

The lance of guilt that pierced him through the Force almost elicited a gasp of pain; Sabine looked away, but there was no mistaking the wetness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ezra," she mumbled.

He had a feeling it wasn't just for being unable to help with the Noti. Ezra's heart cracked a little more; he'd been catching more glimpses of something off about his old friend.

More than once, he'd caught her staring at him or sneaking glances when she thought he wasn't looking. Sabine also never drifted too far away from him either, always making sure she could see him.

It's like she wants to make sure I'm still here, he thought. That I won't disappear again.

And there was the matter of her being secretive about how she found him. Sabine had never been the most open about her inner thoughts and feelings but whatever she was hiding this time was big; it hid in a corner of her mind, like a rancor hiding in the shadows of a cave.

It worried him. A lot.

But he pushed those worries aside for the moment. "It's okay, really. You've had a long trip. Go rest."

Sabine breathed deep and nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

He led her to an empty hut and helped her into the cot. "Not much in the way of pillows, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she replied. "Cozier than the ride I hitched over here."

Ah. So she didn't travel with Ahsoka or Hera.

The pit of dread inside his stomach grew larger. He ignored it.

"I'll wake you up once we finish. Should be a couple more hours," he said.

He turned to leave - and felt a tug on his sleeve; Sabine was grabbing his arm.

She seemed surprised to see herself holding on to him. Ezra looked at her. "You okay?"

"You'll be here, right? When I wake up?" Her question was barely a whisper, but it was spoken with well-aged fear and anxiety.

Oh, Sabine.

He wondered what had happened to her in the long ten years apart from each other. He leaned down and held her hand. "I'll be the first thing you see, I promise."

The smile she gave was so pure; it kindled something in Ezra's heart - feelings he thought had been successfully buried long ago.

No. No, now was not the time.

"Okay. Good night, Ezra."

"Actually," he replied, "it's technically morning. I think. Never did get the hang of time over here."

Sabine snorted. "Whatever. Whenever you go to sleep is night time."

Ezra laughed. Now that was the Sabine he remembered.

He stayed by her side until her breathing slowed and felt her mind clear into dreamless sleep.

Reaching over, he gently moved a stray strand of hair across her forehead.

I left and you stayed the same, he thought.

Or did she?

He thought of how easily they slipped into old habits during their reunion.

Ezra knew he wasn't the same person after he left. He wondered what had happened to Sabine.

She's a survivor. She can survive anything.

He had made the gamble that she could survive even the loss of him.

Looking down at her sleeping form, he suddenly wasn't so sure. And the thought filled him with heart-ache.

"Good night, Sabine," he said, softly.

He couldn't bear the thought of Sabine doing something reckless to get here . . . but, no. He trusted her with everything when he left.

She wouldn't let him down. Not Sabine. Not with so much at stake.

Ezra gazed softly at Sabine, and cursed his heart; there was still a wriggling worm of doubt burrowing in there.

There would be plenty of time to find out later. They were together again.

Ezra left Sabine to her sleep.

Whatever Sabine was hiding from him, they would face it together.

#sabine wren #sabezra #ezra bridger #ezrabine #star wars rebels #star wars #ahsoka show #sabezraweek2023 #ahsoka #sabezraweek #star wars fanfiction #hera syndulla #ryder azadi #shin hati #ahsoka tano #sabezra fanfiction #sabezra week #ahsoka series #fanfic

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

I've seen a lot of people note that Thrawn fled Anakin's apprentice only to run into Anakin's children, but I feel the need to note that Thrawn also knew Padme, and he knew that their relationship was forbidden and there shouldn't be any children. Whatever Ahsoka might have been she at least had a pattern he could follow, who knows what sort of things the demented spawn of those two will cook up.

Thrawn: Ughhhh what did I do to deserve this?

Ezra: *leans into frame with a big smile* I have a few ideas....

#star wars #thrawn

[lan-octopie]

i've seen a post the other day that was a some kind of analysis of a scene from tcw blue shadow virus arc where it was stated that anakin forgot about his padawan in favour of padme after they were both rescued from that lab with the blue shadow virus.

however i've recently rewatched the said arc and i cannot exactly agree that anakin forgot about anyone? when the virus is set loose, the lab is sealed and obi-wan and anakin go back to theed, they're immediately told there's an antidote on a planet iego and anakin wants to go there the very next second because, and i almost quote, his padawan and padme are trapped in the lab. he doesn't forget about either of them through the episode. when he and obi-wan talk about them, they talk about them both.

now, he does kind of disregard the clones' lives but no more than any other character so far? besides general krell or whatever was that guy's name from the incident on umbara. the clones are generally treated horribly, just as separatists droids are, anakin isn't even the worst here.

also, back to padme, before they're all rescued padme and ahsoka call obi-wan and anakin, saying that they destroyed all the droids and the planet is safe. then padme tells anakin to never unseal the lab and says her goodbyes to him, clearly thinking she's going to die soon. so i really cannot begrudge at a man, who thought his wife was going to die so very very soon, for running straight to her to check on her. and i don't quite see her praise about ahsoka as a reminder to him about his padawan since he has never forgotten about her in the first place. and he made sure to praise her, it's not like he could do more after the rescue than he'd already done for all the victims of the virus.

and there was also a point about how padme was less sick than ahsoka. yeah, padme was exposed to the virus later than ahsoka but if you closely, ahsoka is a little bit more resistant to the virus than humans. like, when she and padme call anakin and obi-wan, padme looks almost as bad as ahsoka even though she fell ill later than her. besides, viruses tend influence different people differently, and i believe that is also the case here, since there's at least one clone who presumably died only after a few hours of getting ill. this all, of course, doesn't excuse anyone treating ahsoka's condition lighter than padme's. and nobody does treat it lightly? and certainly not anakin.

(the virus is kind of weird by the way. if it kills so quickly how can it be carried from a person to person? shouldn't it be a little slower or something...)

so these are my thoughts. you don't have to agree with me, that's fine, i don't exactly need to know about that. this is just what i've seen myself and how i interpreted it.

#anakin skywalker #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #star wars the clone wars #blue shadow arc #pro jedi dni #please i don't want any arguements i dont have time for that #just my personal thoughts

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 9: Run, Ahsoka Tano

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Fanfic, fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 2390

Tw: THE LESBIANS HATH RETURNED. Not proofread. Mutual pining. References/descriptions of slight injuries. Mentions of battles and order 66.

Summary: You and Ahsoka have known each other for years, and both of you knew that there was something existing between the two of you. Something that could not quite work for a padawan, or as anyone from the Jedi order. It isn’t until order 66 happens that you finally decide to run off with her.

“Give me the keys, I'll bring the car back around We shouldn't be in this town.”

You were only fourteen when you two met. For her, it had been a rescue mission. For you, it had been your final moments at the place you once called home. She had just become a padawan, and was following her master around constantly. You were seated in the freighter the entire time, doing your best to ignore the blaster shots going off on the background.

Your whole town was transported to Coruscant shortly after. The place offered a safe place to stay, and food after the shock. The togruta had been seated beside you the entire flight. Perhaps because you had been closest in age, or perhaps because you seemed to need comfort. But whatever it is she did, it brought you comfort.

“And my so-called friends,  they don't know I'd drive away before I let you go So give me a reason and don't say no.”

You were fifteen when you considered her to be a close friend of yours. Your family had decided tos gay in Coruscant, claiming it had been a good climate for them to find work, and for you to come of age properly.

Your school was not far from the Jedi temple, and Ahsoka had snuck out countless times to wait for you. You’d share a walk home, talking about anything and everything.

She would rant to you about her training, and about the things you’ve seen, while you tried to tell her a bit about your own life. And though you once considered it to be dull compared to hers, you found she enjoyed listening to your stories more than telling her own.

“There's a chain 'round your throat,  piece of paper where I wrote "I'll wait for you".”

You were sixteen when she walked away from the Jedi order. She had run to your home first, finding a place to stay in, even if it only was for a short time. You had laid out an extra mattress for her in your room.

She hadn’t slept that night. Nor would she nights after that. She’d fall asleep for a short amount of minutes, but not enough for her to get that rest she so desperately needed. 

When she had decided to leave Coruscant, you were left with no choice but to leave her. You were too young to go with her, and you were not nearly as skilled of a fighter as she was.

She wouldn’t show up at your door for a year after that.

“There's a key on the chain,  there's a picture in a frame Take it with you.”

She was seventeen when she returned. No cheer or glee on her face: Sheer panic. Beside her stood a trooper, bruised and beaten, but there. She had taken you and the remainder of your household to a planet far off the radar. On your way there, she had told you about everything that happened with the Jedi order, and the fall of it. The rise of the Empire.

She spoke about her battle with Maul, the loss of Anakin, and the fight against the clones. It had now come to your understanding that the clone travelling with you had been Rex. Ahsoka had talked about him often; you had wished to meet him under other circumstances.

“And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run.”

After she had joined the rebellion, the two of you moved to Alderaan, where she could help rebuild hope. You were proud of her, you truly were. You were able to help in the infirmary. 

From there on, the friendship you had tried so hard to maintain through the years began to blossom into something else. Ahsoka had always strayed from the Jedi path just a little bit, but since the order had fallen, you had come to the realisation she had tried to be closer to you.

Short hugs turned into long holds and friendly looks turned into longing stares. After all that she had been through, there had been one rock for her. One person who perhaps knew her better than she knew herself. One person who she had told everything to her entire life.

It didn’t take long for her to realise she was completely, and utterly in love with you. And every little thing you did.

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

“Fulcrum?” You tested on your lips, squeezing your eyes together in confusion.

“You don’t like it?” Ahsoka asked, sitting cross legged across from you. Judging from your facial expressions, she formed her lips in a thin line. “You don’t like it.”

“No, I do!” You defended, holding your hands up in mercy. “It probably takes some time to get used to.”

A short laugh escaped you as you tried the name again. The woman in front of you shook her head, looking down at her feet.

“It’s supposed to hide my identity.” She justified. To that, you nodded in belief, standing up from your seat on the floor.

“That, it will do.”

“So you laugh like a child And I'll sing like no one cares No one to be, no one to tell.”

The togruta laughed in disbelief, following your movements. “That bad?”

“No,” you disapproved again, walking up to her as you placed your hands on her shoulders. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Good,” she hummed, leaning forward quickly to place a kiss on your nose. “Now, I think your break is over. Soldiers don’t heal themselves.”

“You’re hilarious.” You mocked, reaching for her hand and squeezing it once. She returned the gesture before parting from you. 

A short wave came from her as you ran through the halls, on your way back to the infirmary.

“I could see this view a hundred times Pale blue sky reflected in your eyes So give me a reason and don't say no, no.”

The room on Alderaan was often empty. Lots of soldiers set out on mercy missions, leaving their injuries to be treated on the ships. Most injuries came from training or stumbling downstairs. It wasn’t necessary or a difficult task, but you were grateful to do some good for the rebellion.

And it did something good back; the window in the room gave you a perfect view of the training room. And when Ahsoka hadn’t left the planet, it gave you all the right reasons to look out of that window.

Now, she had busied herself with a droid, deflecting shots with her new sabers, having yet to notice you. 

This was easy for her, you could tell. There was no more excitement in training or improving, because there was scarce competition. She did not like to admit it, but sometimes she would talk to you about it. At night. In bed. When all other conversations had left the window.

It was that fragile side of Ahsoka only you got to see from time to time. The sudden thought brought a frown upon your face, sadness taking over.

Trying to cheer yourself up, you knocked on the window, completely forgetting that it could cause distraction. 

“And the note from the locket,  you keep it in your pocket Since I gave it to you.”

At the sound, her head turned around immediately, seeing worry etched into your features only briefly. It turned into a smile quickly, followed by a wave, identical to the one you had offered before running off.

In return, Ahsoka sheathed one of the sabers, offering a wave back. The droid, however, had not picked up on the distraction. Shooting aimlessly, a loose blast hit her arm, causing her to drop the hilt of the saber.

A loud laugh escaped your mouth, hiding it behind your hand quickly. You knew Ahsoka never set her training on lethal mode. Training droids would not even allow those shots. It would leave a red mark. At most. 

But you had nothing better to do. And thus, you grabbed the med kit from the desk, running towards her through the door beside the large window.

“There's a heart on your sleeve I'll take it when I leave And hold it for you.”

Already holding up a cold patch, you ran up to her, that same smile still on your face.

“Heathen,” Ahsoka scolded, turning the droid off. “You did this on purpose.”

“I didn’t!” You dismissed, lifting her sleeve slightly to assess the wound. “Though, I won’t lie to you. It was funny to see.”

“Glad to see that my pain amuses you.”

“Pain?” You laughed, applying the patch. “From a training droid?”

A pinch on your biceps halted your laughter, a tiny curse slipping through your lips. Now it Ahsoka’s turn to chuckle, retrieving her hand.

“Pain?” She mocked, pulling her sleeve back down. The red skin underneath was slightly visible, poking out from under the bandage. You simply stared at it. Not in worry, or malcontent. No; In sudden nostalgia.

“And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go like they're trying to chase us Go where no one else is, run.”

“You should really get this looked at.” You complained as you and Ahsoka sat on your stairs, your fingers attending the wound on her shoulder.

“And tell my master that I got it while sneaking off with a secret friend?” She voiced in concern, holding the bandage in her arm as you worked on the stitches. “Attachment is-“

“Yes, yes,” you mumbled, knowing the words she kept repeating daily. “But I think lying is even worse.”

“They could come after you.” She reminded, to which you rolled your eyes.

“I cannot help being so loveable.” You tried to joke, snapping the cord gently. Ahsoka’s head turned to yours slightly, a serious look on her face.

“I’m not joking, Y/N. If they do find out, who knows what’ll happen to you? I get kicked out of the order, and you might-“

“We’re children,” you reminded sternly, working on the final stitch. “Even if they were to ever find out, they can’t blame us.”

The padawan only sighed, squeezing the white gauze in her hands. “My master might understand, but I can’t say the same for the other Jedi.”

“They won’t find out,” you reminded, retreating your hands from Ahsoka’s arm, looking at your work with slight pride.

“They won’t.”

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

You took the bandage from her hands, applying the lint gently. A silent hiss escaped the togruta momentarily. You would have preferred to work with bacta, but they only used that for the wars. Not for casual medical applications. At least, not back then.

“You could make work of this,” Ahsoka started, trying to distract herself. “We could use some good medics.”

“I don’t like the wars,” you pointed out. “I’d rather not get involved in them in any way.”

A short snicker escaped the padawan, and you swore, you could hear her words before she even voiced them: “You are friends with a Jedi.”

“Trainee.” You added, now pinning the bandage tightly, making sure it didn’t let go.

“Bully.”

“There's been this hole in my heart This thing was a shot in the dark Say you'll never let 'em tear us apart.”

Blinking twice, you let your eyes wander over her arm, ripping yourself from your thoughts. You never did see yourself serving as a medic. Let alone serve in something as big as the rebellion. You never did like the wars, making your relationship with Ahsoka somewhat ironic. But she didn’t enjoy them either. She did what she thought was best. And you had followed her without question.

“Are you okay?” She voiced, grabbing your hand firmly. Your eyes got adjusted back to the training room, your eyes finally meeting hers.

“Déjà vu,” you answered absentmindedly. “You get injured too often.”

“Only because I love it when you patch me up.”

Heat rushed to your face as you turned around flustered, refusing to let her see your face now. The togruta laughed at your state. In response, you walked away slowly, to which she followed quickly.

“No, come back here.”

“And I'll hold onto you while we run, Like you'd run from the law  Darling, let's run  Run from it all  We can go where our eyes can take us  Go where no one else is, run.”

A hand caught the back of your tunic, yanking you back quickly, but not enough to hurt you. Spinning around, you held your hands out in front of you, trying to maintain your balance.

Two arms now wrapped around your frame, pulling you into her hold. That comforting place suddenly forced the heat back down. Now there were these terrible butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach.

“You are adorable.” She hummed, resting her head atop of yours, her fingers tracing circles on your back.

That little tease was winning you over with one simple gesture. Curse her loving arms.

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

Melting in her embrace, you returned the hug, your head nestling into the crook of her neck.

“I hate you,” you mumbled.

“It’s so easy.” She remarked, a silent laugh rumbling through her chest. You couldn’t hear it, but you could feel it. She did this constantly. 

A sigh swept through you. Not one of exhaustion or disappointment, but one of contentment. One of these moments you were glad to live through. You were glad to have her at your side.

After everything the two of you had been through, the talks about running away, leaving everything behind. The conversations leading to nothing. And now you had her here. The circumstances weren’t the best, and you felt almost guilty for being happy in times like these. But she was there; as you always wanted her. Not as a acquaintance, not as a friend. As a partner. She was there.

You looked up briefly, placing a kiss on the bottom of her chin, before falling back in her embrace. A hum of appreciation came from your girlfriend in return.

Bad circumstances? Sure. But amazing results.

“And we’ll run.”

#november writings 2022 #tcw #the mandalorian #Ahsoka tano #rosario dawson #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka tano x reader #the clone wars #ashley eckstein #dave filoni

[itstimeforstarwars]

"i feel like for a bit there i had an au percolating about obi wan time traveling and becoming korkie's double in order to save satine" 👀 oh? (if you want to talk about it)

See okay I really haven't thought this one out a whole lot but there's so many fun things that could happen with it!

-Obi-Wan is 18. One day he wakes up and the Republic is at war, and the Jedi are leading it. He goes to the Jedi for help, because he has no idea what's going on, and they don't believe he is who he says he is. They already have an Obi-Wan Kenobi, you see, and this has to be some sort of Sith trick.

-Obi-Wan gets frustrated and seeks help from another friend--Satine. She doesn't know how to send him back to his own time, how to make the Jedi believe him (but she believes him, she always has), or how to stop this war that they both agree the Jedi shouldn't be leading, but she does know how to offer a lost child shelter. And Korkie needs help learning how to deal with the intricacies of the Senate, and Satine's good friend is Padmé, and Padmé uses doubles as bodyguards, and hey, do you mind keeping an eye out...

-Obi-Wan does keep an eye out. And then when some assholish Zabrak comes trying to usurp Satine, he's quite unprepared for Korkies unassuming bodyguard to fight him off long enough for General Kenobi to rescue everyone.

-Obi-Wan has no idea how close Satine came to dying that day.

Alternatively:

-Ben Kenobi is an old man, until very suddenly, he isn't.

-After dying on the Death Star, he wakes up on Mandalore. He looks very young, though he's not entirely sure how young. His best guess is somewhere between 16 and 23. He has a padawan braid. He cuts it off.

-It's the middle of the Clone Wars. He thinks it's...close...to the time Satine died. He's not entirely certain. The war has all sort of blurred together in his memories, into a mess of pain and loss and betrayal and Anakin--

-Anyway. Satine dies soon, and Ahsoka leaves the Order. Ben can stop that. He remembers this part. He can make it happen differently.

-He shows up on Satine's doorstep, looking like a lost little Jedi, with sweet manners and a very shell-shocked demeanor, and Satine knows beyond a doubt that this is Obi-Wan Kenobi's child. This is Obi-Wan's child, and he has run away from the war, and he has deliberately sought asylum from a neutral planet. And she says, mine now.

-He's not quite Korkie's age, but they do look very similar. If pressed, they could pass as siblings. Even twins, if no one looked too carefully.

-Korkie is 110% on board to hide a Jedi. It is possible that Korkie has hidden several other Jedi refugees before. Ben's not entirely certain; Ben also will not ask. If there are Jedi taking refuge on Mandalore, that only makes it more likely that they will survive the inevitable betrayal by the clone troopers.

-Death Watch is getting bolder, and Satine fears for Korkie's safety. She remembers another young Jedi protector, protecting another New Mandalorian noble. She should not ask this shell-shocked child to protect her nephew. She does anyway.

-Korkie teaches Ben everything he does not know about being a Mandalorian. Ben teaches Korkie everything he does not know about politics and lying by telling the truth. He also teaches Korkie to use a lightsaber. Just in case.

-And when Maul tries to take over, he finds himself taken by surprise by two unassuming young men who take great offense to an attempt against their aunt's life.

-And when Ahsoka leaves the Order, Satine sees another lost child of Obi-Wan's, and she again says mine now.

-Maul isn't dead. He's pissed off and in a dungeon somewhere but he isn't dead. He's spinning stories to Ahsoka about how Anakin is the next Sith apprentice, about how the mysterious Sith Master only took Dooku until Anakin could fully come into his power, about how the Sith Master had betrayed Maul, and of course Ahsoka knows it's all banthashit--

-Except Ben the bodyguard agrees with him, and isn't that interesting--

-Do you think the Jedi would let me come back to them if I kill the head of state even if he's secretly a sith lord--

Anyway, regardless of whether Ben travels forwards or backwards, this story would include:

-remarks about how Ben and Korkie look remarkably similar (and no clear conclusion on whether there's a reason for that, because I prefer my Korkies of dubious parentage and Force sensitivity)

-Korkie gets to use a lightsaber

-General Kenobi shows up and finds an identical Force presence and has a "Why are you me? I'm me?" kind of moment.

-Satine introduces Ben to Padmé who introduces him to Sabé who gives him a lot of tips about being a double once she realizes what's going on. They're great friends, even though Ben seems...odd, at times.

-Ben has no idea about the chips.

:)

But yeah I don't really have a lot for this story these are just the half-baked percolations. It's fun to think about when I have no idea what I'm doing with paw and galidraan.

#asks #chaos-is-my-lifeblood #my writing #the bodyguard au #obi wan kenobi #korkie kryze #i realize that this does not have a lot about actually being a double #and that is because i don't actually have any sort of plot relevant to him being a double #just a lot of fun montages in my head where korkie and ben pretend to be each other and menace the senate and mandalore's governing bodies #satine is a tired single mom of two very polite hellions and ahsoka #also there are some montages of korkie and ben playing dress up #because new mandalorian fashion is fun #and i like to think that ben would complain about all of it while korkie laughs at him

[antianakin]

I'm having feelings thinking about Obi-Wan post-ROTS in an Ahsoka goes Dark during the Wrong Jedi arc AU.

Because as difficult as it obviously is for Obi-Wan to move past his one and only apprentice going Dark, becoming a Sith, and turning on the Jedi the way he does, it's still just... the one apprentice. Ahsoka, for all that her relationship with the Jedi became strained and is more than likely dead by now, was still a good compassionate person by the end as far as he's aware. But if Ahsoka had gone dark FIRST, if BOTH of his apprentices turned on the Jedi, I feel like it would make his willingness to look after and ultimately train Luke a LOT harder for Obi-Wan.

It might even be difficult enough that he just straight-up refuses to do it, insists that Yoda take it on because he CAN'T, if they don't want Luke to go Dark himself, to become the third in an unfortunate pattern for Obi-Wan, then Obi-Wan shouldn't be the sole teacher he has any access to.

Which is how Yoda gets dropped off as a package deal with Luke at the Lars homestead while Obi-Wan runs off and spends his time bouncing back and forth between helping out some of Bail's rebel efforts, and checking in on both Leia and Luke when he has the time (and perhaps giving Leia a little bit of training this time, even if it's something as simple as meditation).

Obi-Wan would have met up with Barriss and Luminara through Bail, and he's reunited with Rex as well, but he tends to run missions on his own mostly rather than with a crew, so he doesn't see them all that often and doesn't keep in any kind of regular contact. They sometimes go years without seeing him again.

Barriss and Luminara do let Bail know about Darksider Ahsoka seemingly coming out of whatever hiding she might have been in before and her apparent tendency to bump into rebel agents and work with them or ask them for help recently, and they all agree that whoever Obi-Wan comes into contact with next should probably let him know about it just in case he happens to bump into her himself.

So when Obi-Wan finally makes contact with them again, it's not until after Ahsoka's arrival on Echo Base post Malachor (something he'd only heard about after the fact) and he's aware that Ahsoka's been around more often and recently become a probationary permanent member of the Rebellion. But nobody told Ahsoka about Obi-Wan, whether he survived or not or what he's been doing, and Ahsoka hasn't had the heart to ask.

Obi-Wan's had a lot of time to think over what happened with Anakin and Ahsoka, he may have even had a run-in with Anakin where he was able to come to terms with Anakin's choices and his gulit over them which would've probably helped him come to terms with Ahsoka's choices and his guilt over that, too. He's forgiven her a long time ago and isn't all that shocked that she's joined the Rebellion.

Ahsoka doesn't know any of that, though, and isn't entirely certain how Obi-Wan will react to her presence until he's standing right in front of her, embracing her tightly, and saying that he's so proud of her and that her being here is a blessing from the Force itself.

#obi-wan kenobi #star wars #darksider ahsoka au #yoda #ahsoka tano #ahsoka's basically a puddle by the end #until obi-wan pulls away and says no one mentioned how TALL she'd gotten #(because this is an Ahsoka is Taller than her Masters Blog) #they still have to talk some things thru of course #esp about anakin and the temple bombing and why ahsoka did what she did and all of that #but they're okay

[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter 6: Trapunto

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Obi-Wan wasn't sure why he'd been drawn to Ahsoka's favorite meditation spot at the Temple given that he was doing his best to free his mind of the distraction of her, but it was where the Force had called him. He took to his knees by the koi pond and was greeted with an expectant splash by the pond's gluttonous residents.

The oldest koi in the meadow mediation room's pond – Hinata, Obi-Wan remembered his name was – was a hundred and ninety-seven years old. He had a close call at a hundred and eighty-five, when an understimulated, carnivorous Jedi Initiate dove into the pond and surfaced with him in her mouth, proud as could be and very confused as to why everyone was so upset. Poor fellow still had a silvery scar on one side. Ahsoka had never stopped being fascinated by the koi pond though, still choosing to meditate here more often than not when she spent more than a day at the Temple.

This was a rare break in violence for her, and she had chosen to spend her precious time running across the galaxy with a baby terrorist under her wing.

Obi-Wan felt guilty almost as soon as he'd formed the thought. Boba should never have been imprisoned in a place like that. He was twelve, for goodness' sake, even if he was a great deal more skilled than most his age. He shouldn't have left the boy there. If Obi-Wan had been proactive in ensuring the boy's safety they never would have been in this situation. Ahsoka would be at the Temple with him, not on Kamino with Master Plo.

Obi-Wan wasn't jealous of Plo, of course, the notion was too ridiculous to even consider; he was simply frustrated by the obstinance of the girl. He couldn't understand why she was so determined to ice him out. If she had truly been that upset by his death, shouldn't she be ecstatic at his return? He understood a bit of stiffness, daresay even some resentment, but this glacial formality was so… so unlike her. Ahsoka was warm, always warm, even with people she wasn't fond of.

At least Anakin was yelling at him; though, to be fair, Obi-Wan hadn't given him a chance not to. He had learned many years ago that the longer his Padawan had to sit and stew about something without resolution, the more it would expand in his mind until even a small annoyance would become an insurmountable obstacle. Being obnoxious to Anakin and goading him into yelling wasn't pleasant, but it was much better than waiting for a volcanic eruption. It also allowed Obi-Wan to complain about Ahsoka and… influence his Padawan into helping resolve their split.

Anakin was working his resentment out one shouting match at a time. He'd run out of vitriol soon, and hopefully he'd be proactive in rebuilding the bridge with Ahsoka that Obi-Wan had unfortunately burned.

Obi-Wan just didn't know how to manage Ahsoka's anger. He thought he did; she'd been miffed at him more than once, of course, over small things or being told no too many times in a day, but he didn't recognize this cold, formal Padawan. He scratched his scalp and stared at Hinata, who was making tenuous, fishy eye contact with Obi-Wan and practically spitting jets of water at him in anticipation of food pellets.

"I didn't bring anything, old boy," Obi-Wan said wearily.

The fish disappeared back into the pond with a huffy splash. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and sighed. How unsurprising that another creature he'd known north of a decade was angry with him for an idiotic reason. He closed his eyes and started his mantras.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

Except there was, unfortunately, emotion in this case, and he couldn't find the peace he desperately sought.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

Obi-Wan couldn't even get through the first stanza without becoming frustrated. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, stupidly hoping the mantra would just hold true if he repeated it enough.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

His breathing steadied and his heart rate slowed. The annoyance that had Obi-Wan's fingers tapping his thighs and chewing on the inside of his cheek slowly left him, and all that was left was–

"Bo-bi," Ahsoka said with a quivering lip and eyes almost completely swallowed up by her pupils, and waved at Obi-Wan over Plo's shoulder as he walked away with the doctor. "Bo-bi!" Then they turned the corner and were gone.

Blast it all, he was getting nowhere. This whole room was haunted by Ahsoka's presence. He needed to walk out his annoyed energy and then meditate in a room far, far away from this one. What was he thinking, anyway, coming to–

A jet of pond water hit him straight in the mouth. Obi-Wan sputtered and spat out the water, wiped his face with his sleeve, then glared at the culprit.

Hinata was smirking. Obi-Wan didn't know that a fish could smirk, but the koi was definitely smirking at him. He turned and dove back into the water, splashing a curtain of water in Obi-Wan's direction. A giggle came from behind him.

Obi-Wan paused and slowly turned. There, poking out from behind the tree that Anakin had unceremoniously launched himself into that time he accidentally projected his consciousness halfway across the galaxy, was the edge of a chubby little montral bud. "Hello there," Obi-Wan deadpanned, instantly hard-pressed not to laugh. "Come out, Taarak."

Taarak peeked out. "Hi!" he giggled, then hid again. This time his little orange foot poked out from behind the tree as well.

"Taarak," Obi-Wan chuckled, "Bwerani kuno chonde."

The youngling squealed and came running, then hopped into Obi-Wan's arms with glee. "Hi," he said solemnly, then dissolved into giggles again.

"Young man," Obi-Wan said sternly, tickling his dimpled cheek, "Did you tell Hinata to spit like that?"

Taarak had a little Basic, though he didn't seem to speak anything other than Toydarian yet. He laid his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder and blinked piteously.

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Interesting. That isn't something many Jedi can do without a lot of practice, you know. Influencing animals, yes, but not complex instructions. Can you say animaconnexio?"

Taarak just blinked and smiled, not understanding a word but counting on his powers of adorability to save him from getting in trouble.

"That's admittedly a mouthful. Most people just call it kenning." Obi-Wan booped his nose and then carefully stood. He planted Taarak on his hip and looked around. "It's a bit late for you to be exploring, isn't it? Where is Parna?" he asked him, looking down his nose at the kit. "Did you escape her?"

"Parrrnaaaa," Taarak sang. He gently scratched at Obi-Wan's itchy chin stubble.

"Goodness, we seem to be repeating a little bit of history here." Obi-Wan adjusted him and took off at an easy amble, on the lookout for a set of lavender lekku. "May as well start over. It didn't work out so well the first time around. She hates me now."

"Inde," Taarak said, patting his chest. "Inde baby."

"Yes baby, hmm?" Obi-Wan chuckled. "Tell me, young man, what would you do if I had to do something to save the life of the Chancellor of the Republic that hurt your feelings. Would you hate me forever?"

"Inde," Taarak said again, nodding.

"Yes? Oh dear. That's not very Jedi-like." Obi-Wan gave him a kiss on the forehead. He recognized the smell. Taarak had turned the pheromones on and was extra spicy, like asters in autumn. "Don't even think about trying to snare me, young man. I made that mistake once already."

"You're purple," Ahsoka whimpered, her Basic still heavily accented with her native Togruti dialect. "Help? ‘Soka help." She placed her tiny orange hands in his and he felt a wave of peace-love-comfort flow up his arms and down his spine like warm water. " ’Soka help," she whispered again, her eyes bright with tears; Obi-Wan realized that she could feel his sorrow like it was her own.

"This isn't like me, you know," Obi-Wan muttered to Taarak, still walking. "I am a Jedi Master. I am on the Council. I do not stew like this."

"Bup," Taarek said sympathetically.

"I must… I must move past this. I will return to meditating once we find Parna, and I will release my frustrations over Ahsoka's immaturity to the Force."

Taarak nodded.

"She knows better than this," Obi-Wan grumbled to Taarak. "The good of the Republic always outweighs the good of the individual. How has she forgotten?"

Taarak hummed and suddenly became very interested in the shape of Obi-Wan's ear.

"She'll either come around, or she won't. I cannot stay in limbo forever, begging for her affection like a dog."

Taarak stopped tracing his ear so he could bark in it.

Obi-Wan smiled at the boy. As sweet as he was, there wasn't that same spark that he'd felt with Ahsoka. Her absence ached in his heart in a way that Obi-Wan wasn't comfortable with. "You're an excellent listener, young man." Obi-Wan kissed his forehead again. Force help him, Togruta kits were just so blasted cuddly, he had half a mind to go take a quick walk around the entire Temple perimeter with the toddler before he got hungry. "I cannot force Ahsoka to forgive my deception. I must move on and allow her the distance she clearly desires. We are far too close, this proves it."

Taarak frowned. "Ayi."

Obi-Wan slowed and looked at the boy suspiciously. "Did you just tell me 'no,' Taarak?" he asked, trying not to smile and failing. "You don't like my plan? What do you think I should do, then, hmm?"

Taarak solemnly reached up, pulled Obi-Wan's face down, and rubbed his fat little lek on Obi-Wan's cheek.

He laughed and couldn't help but wonder how Ahsoka would react if she smelled another Togruta's scent-mark on him. She probably wouldn't care, he realized a moment later. Not anymore.

Obi-Wan sighed. It was much easier when Ahsoka was little, she could be guided towards the proper reaction. Now that she was grown, she was so… strong-willed. There was no consideration of nuance with her anymore.

"Please, p-please Bobi, open your eyes, open your… no, no, no, please no, Bobi please–"

Perhaps he'd gone a bit far with the blood pack. He was simply trying to be thorough, but there had been… a lot… smeared all over Ahsoka when all was said and done.

"Muh," Taarak said, patting his shoulder.

"I didn't need to have her discover my body," Obi-Wan conceded reluctantly.

He could still remember the blind, all-consuming fury that had overtaken him after watching Maul run Qui-Gon through. More than once he had bitterly wondered if Qui-Gon would have survived had the blow been just an inch to the left or right instead of directly through his spine. He'd been just a Padawan, then, not a Jedi Master; a Padawan that was almost ten years older than Ahsoka, and he'd still nearly lost his mind from grief after seeing his Master be cut down.

"No," Obi-Wan muttered. "I did nothing wrong. I took my assignment seriously. Nothing about it was personal."

"Ayi," Taarak said sleepily. His big, indigo eyes were struggling to stay open.

Obi-Wan sighed and petted his head, then spied a blur of frantic lavender lekku bobbing at the end of the hall. "I see Parna," Obi-Wan said softly. "Ready for bed, young man?"

"Eepy," Taarak agreed with a yawn.

Obi-Wan rubbed between his montral buds and was rewarded with a tiny purr. It was a different frequency than Ahsoka's.

"Parna!" Obi-Wan called.

The Twi'lek whirled around and gasped. "He is so fast!" she wailed, approaching at a jog. "Come back here, naughty boy. No more escaping!"

Taarak smiled dreamily at her and held up his arms. "Bye bye," he sang quietly to Obi-Wan.

"Bye bye, Taarak." Obi-Wan gave him one last head pat before relinquishing him to the young Crèchemaster. "First Togruta youngling, I presume?"

"Thank you, Master Kenobi," Parna sighed. "And yes– well, no, he's not technically mine, I'm still a Padawan. I'm apprenticed to Crèchemaster Veirexim."

"Veirexim?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the irony of Taarak being assigned to Ahsoka's Crèchemaster. "Well, tell him to keep an eye on him around animals. I noticed him kenning in the meditation room with Hinata."

"Really?" Parna looked at the kit, surprised. "Well, I suppose he's in the right clan, then. Animaconnexio is technically a form of Empathy, and Crèchemaster Veirexim is well trained."

Obi-Wan knew. It was the reason Ahsoka had been assigned to him, despite being the oddball in her all-male, all-human clan.

"I've done all of the Togruta modules, but I didn't realize…"

"Oh, they're quite fast," Obi-Wan chuckled. "I'd suggest keeping a marrow bone on you."

"A marrow bone?" Parna's brows went up.

"Yes." Obi-Wan pinched Taarak's chubby cheek. "He's teething and needs to chew, but more importantly it's very effective in luring back wandering kits."

"I'll keep that in mind," Parna said, blushing slightly. "Thank you, Master."

"Of course." He waved at Taarak then dropped his arm once they disappeared around the corner.

"Back to it, then," he mumbled to himself, and set off to find a meditation room on the opposite side of the Temple from the one he had started in.

Boba's eyes go wide in his fat little face. "Uh-oh." He peers down the vent and looks up, guilty. "Sowwy Wexsika."

Rex frowns and pushes his face against the vent. The tooka plush sits in the pipe's bend, black button eyes peering back helplessly. "Haar'chak." He flushes and guiltily looks around. Mama and Daddy didn't hear. He knows he's not supposed to swear, but he hears all the grown ups say it, so why can't he? "Di'kut," he snaps at his little brother, then reaches into the vent. His arm is too short to reach the toy, he needs Daddy. "Why'd'ya drop it down there again?"

Boba's eyes well with tears, his lower lip trembling. "I sowwy! Tawek I sowwy!" Boba reaches up to hug him but he stands up and stomps off. "Tawek!" Boba toddles after him.

"Dad!" He stomps angrily into the living room and winces at the too-bright fluorescent lights. They're supposed to be bright like sunlight since Kamino barely has any, just endless storms that spark lightning and boom thunder that shake the windows and scare his little brothers. "Daddy!" He scampers through his parents' room. "Daaad!"

"What?" Daddy pokes his head out of the shower stall, water droplets clinging to his skin. "What's wrong, Tiarek? Can't I take a shower in peace?"

"Boba dropped my tooka doll down the vent," he says, and rolls his eyes. "Again."

Boba sniffles, having caught up, and clings to his leg. "I sowwy." He looks up at their father with wet puppy eyes.

Daddy sighs, turns the water off, wraps himself in a towel and then follows the two to their room. He drops to his belly to peer inside the vent. "Osik," he grunts as he reaches down, all the way up to his shoulder. He grimaces as he struggles. "Boba–" he pulls his arm free, toy in hand. "Boba, what did I tell you about dropping Reks'ika's tooka doll down the vent?" Daddy asks wearily, handing the toy to Rex.

Boba hangs his head. "Sowwy Boo."

Rex's commlink buzzed on his arm and he startled awake with a wince. He needed to stop falling asleep at his desk. Reports be damned, his neck was killing him. He rubbed the achy part on the side of his neck and tried to remember what he had been dreaming about. Something with Boba and a tooka doll? Why a tooka doll?

He opened his messaging center.

[04:𝟺𝟶] 𝙲𝙲𝟶𝟷𝟽𝟷𝟹𝟼𝟹𝟼!𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝙵𝙴> 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

[04:𝟺𝟶] 𝙲𝙲𝟶𝟷𝟽𝟷𝟹𝟼𝟹𝟼!𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝙵𝙴> 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍: [𝟸𝟾𝚛𝚊𝟹𝚞𝟸𝚏𝙳𝟼𝟹𝟼.𝙾𝙾𝚇]

Rex raised an eyebrow and forwarded the attachment to his datapad before opening it. It was a clip from Wolffe's helmet-cam, and he was looking into a white room with a bed, a toilet, a sink, and– Dogma, that was Dogma getting a tight hug from Ahsoka.

She'd done it. She'd gotten in.

"Told you," he heard Wolffe say.

"Commander?" Dogma stood swaying in Ahsokas's arms. It seemed like he was in shock at the appearance of his Commander, but after he shook it off he hugged her back and started crying. "Commander, I'm… I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

"Don't touch the prisoner, Commander Tano!" someone bellowed with a screech of audio feedback.

"Ke'shabi nebat," Ahsoka snapped. Rex almost choked and wondered who'd taught her that. She cupped Dogma's face. "Ke'sushi, Dogma," she said quickly. "Gar cuy cin'kar'ta. Gar cuy jat'verd. Gar ru'cabuor Republika. Ni partayli. Gar vode partayli. Ni ven'akaani akay gar cuy yaim. Ne noy'ganar manda. Mhi ne'nibra."

"Now, Commander!" Rex caught a glimpse of the angry clone's armor; ARC Commander Blitz. Rex winced. He wasn't a bad man by any means, he just completely lacked a sense of humor.

"Do you understand? I won't stop, Dogma." Ahsoka pushed their vod's hair out of his face.

"On program!" Blitz roared.

"Commander, please don't leave me here," Dogma cried. Rex found that he was blinking back tears of his own, but reminded himself that Dogma was alive, and that's what mattered. As long as he was still alive, there was hope.

Ahsoka pulled him back into a hug. "I'm sorry, Dogma."

"On fucking program now, prisoner!" Blitz burst into the cell and roughly yanked her back by the collar of her robes, then pinned her arms at her sides in a wampa hug.

Dogma went for his sidearm. Wolffe began to curse and looked away from the window, trying to break through the door.

"No, no, no, fuck–" Rex stood up and his chair fell to the ground behind him. He held his breath and stared helplessly at the datapad screen, knowing that he couldn't change whatever was about to happen, but still feeling the panicked urge to reach through the screen and hold his brother back. His heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might burst through his ribs. "Dogma, no–"

Wolffe turned back to the window just in time for Rex to see his vod'ika break Blitz's hold and toss him in a perfect cetan jabat'lamirud throw over her shoulder and pin him with a bony knee to the throat.

Rex nearly went dizzy with relief and he couldn't help but cackle out loud. He'd taught her that throw. "Well done, littl'un, well done," he whispered fondly at the screen.

"Stand down, Corporal!" she ordered Dogma.

He immediately drew back to the wall and stood at attention. "Sir, yes Sir!" he barked. Rex saw life return to his eyes. He wondered if she had been projecting hope at him.

"Well I'll be damned," Rex heard Sinker mumble.

"That was for your safety," Ahsoka said softly. "I'm going to let you up now, Commander. No hard feelings, 'lek?" Once she was on her feet, she stayed between Blitz and Dogma. She was still protecting him.

"Out. Now." Blitz marched Ahsoka out with a firm hand on her rear lek and the clip ended, leaving Rex to stare at his horrified reflection in the dark-screened chat of the datapad. Blitz… Blitz was stationed under a fucking Togruta, surely he knew that he should never touch one on their rear lek, especially a female, without permission.

The relief of seeing Dogma safe was overwhelmed by the blinding rage of seeing his little sister be manhandled. He immediately sat and opened a 72-79 report. How dare he touch her there. That was… well it wasn't intimate like that, but intimate in the way that it was a sign of trust. That was for their clan-mates only, and Blitz had just grabbed it like she was a shabla misbehaving puppy, used it to walk her out of the room like it wasn't incredibly sensitive–

"Nature of complaint," he growled to himself. "At approximately–" Rex glanced at his chrono, " –0443, I witnessed Commander Blitz, ARC-2485, inappropriately handle the sensory head organs of Padawan Commander Ahsoka Tano via helmet-cam footage captured by Commander Wolffe, CC-3636, while on Kamino. Commander Blitz used the rear lek organ of Commander Tano as a handle to direct her out of a room–"

"On your feet, Captain." Cody rapped on the window above Rex's desk. "Come for a run with me before the shinies are awake. They keep challenging me to race them."

"I'm busy," Rex snapped, not looking away from the screen. "The mentioned organ is an intimate area of a Togruta female, the touching of which is reserved for their mate and their family unit–"

His door slid open and two hands clapped down on his shoulders. "It's not even five, vod'ika, why are you working on reports?" Cody asked him wearily, then leaned in closer. "Wait, is that a 72-79? Sexual harassment?"

"Wolffe sent me helmet footage from Kamino," Rex seethed. "I just saw Blitz grab Ahsoka's rear lek."

"Uh…"

"You can't touch that without permission, Cody!" Rex stopped typing and glared at his ori'vod. How did he not know that?

"Rex, I know for a fact you touch that all the time."

"I have permission."

"And how did you obtain that permission?" Cody asked with a raised brow.

"She gave it to me," Rex replied scathingly.

"Rex, stop." Cody yanked the datapad away and then slapped Rex's hand away. "I said stop, you idiot. How exactly are you going to explain that it's okay for you to touch it and not for him?"

"I just said I have–"

"I'm not talking about permission." Cody interrupted, rolling his eyes. "If it's an intimate area for–" he glanced at the datapad, " –for family and mates, then why are you allowed to touch it?"

Rex opened his mouth to protest, then closed it.

"Exactly. You're not either, technically. Drop it." Cody deleted his report and then tossed the datapad on his rack. "Did you talk to Skywalker yet?"

"No, Codes." Rex rubbed his neck and tried not to scowl. "I don't know what to say."

"Just tell him you noticed that Ahsoka was hiding an injury and refused to go to the medbay. Threaten to involve Kix. Doesn't matter when he says, just watch his eyes."

"And what do I do if he says yes?" Rex asked, leaning back in his chair. "Where do I go from there? Do I report it? Who do I even report it to?"

"Kenobi," Cody said immediately. "Don't tell me you've got no balls when I just watched you try to file a bloody sexual harassment report on a superior officer for touching her tail."

Rex very much wanted to argue that it was different, but for the life of him he couldn't explain how. "I really hate you sometimes," Rex mumbled.

"I know, little brother, I know." Cody clapped him on the shoulders again and squeezed. "Come for a run. You can practice with me, pretend I'm Skywalker."

He'd need an idea of how to start, first, but he followed Cody out anyway.

Chancellor Palpatine lived in the penthouse of 500 Republica, the same building that Padmé lived in. It meant that when Anakin went to meet him at seven in the morning for breakfast, he actually had to wake up two hours early instead of one so he could sneak back to the Temple and reapproach in the proper speeder.

"Master Jedi." Chancellor Palpatine's butler greeted him at the door with a deep bow. He was a tall, dark-skinned Human man wearing an impeccably pressed white tunic, black pants, and shoes so shiny that Anakin could see his reflection in them. "His Grace is waiting for us in the garden."

"Thank you." Anakin nodded at him and followed.

"Anakin!" Chancellor Palpatine was already fully dressed and seated casually at a small glass table with legs made of a complicated braid of black wire. The table had a vase full of tiny Nubian flowers of pink and red that smelled like citrus, and around it were tiny plates of pastries and tarts. He stood as Anakin approached and beamed at him. "Let me thank you for saving my life once again, dear boy. You are a marvel. The Jedi don't know how lucky they are to have you."

Anakin tried not to blush. The Chancellor had always been too kind to him. "I simply did my duty as a Jedi, Your Grace," he said, ducking his head.

"Oh, lad, there's no need to be humble," the Chancellor chuckled, then patted him on the back. "Have a seat and share breakfast with me. Would you like some caf?"

Anakin nodded. "That would be great, Your Grace."

The Chancellor snapped his fingers at the butler, who delivered a delicate porcelain cup with a pad of bantha butter floating on top, just the way Anakin liked it. He stood at the ready with his arms crossed behind his back once Anakin had taken a sip and made a face of appreciation.

"What a stunning morning." Chancellor Palpatine held up a small plate with a slice of Nubian fruit tart to Anakin with a wink. "Shuura fruit. Your favorite."

Anakin put down his caf then took the slice with a grin. "Thank you, Chancellor. I'm flattered that you remembered."

"I take pride in knowing everything about my friends." The Chancellor smiled and took a bite of a flaky pastry. "How was your trip to Toydaria?"

"Fairly uneventful." Anakin tried not to eat too fast. Padme was always reminding him that wolfing down his food was rude.

"I understand that you brought a baby back with you."

Anakin smiled. "Yes. Taarak Na'Hane-Bata. A Togruta youngling."

"A Togruta? Whatever was he doing on Toydaria?"

"He was adopted. His parents were Toydarian." Anakin finished his tart and gingerly wiped his hands with a cloth napkin. "Togruta younglings are very affectionate. Next to Humans, they're the most commonly adopted race of youngling in the Republic."

"Oh, what is that phrase?" Chancellor Palpatine asked, thinking. " 'There's no word for orphan in Togruti,' I believe it is, yes?"

"Yes, Chancellor. That's just a saying, though, there's hundreds of dialects of Togruti and a word for orphan in most of them. The saying refers to their sweet nature, it's not literal." Anakin blushed, hoping that he hadn't just been rude.

"It's a wonder any of them are given up, then." Chancellor Palpatine sipped his caf.

"Many of them are stolen," Anakin conceded. "The operation on Xior-Cal that my Padawan dismantled was a disturbing example of the industry. Dol Sylen had been breeding Togruta infants to be sold like tooka kittens, as they're in high demand for adoption."

"I remember your reports. A vile man. Your Padawan was lucky to have escaped him unviolated." The Chancellor frowned. "I do hope that Taarak wasn't one of his… kittens."

Anakin had had an unfortunate amount of time to think about it, and the probability was high. Not that he was necessarily a product of Dol Sylen's horrific farm, but that he was probably sold into slavery and then 'adopted' by rich, well-meaning parents who went to less than reputable agencies to find the exact child that they wanted. Ahsoka had told him how important clan was to her people. If a child's parents died, they'd be raised by other family members without hesitation; in fact, family members would be fighting each other over who got to raise them. She'd even joked that they were as bad as Mandalorians and tended to walk off with unattended children left in public. They didn't often, if ever, give them up for adoption willingly.

Additionally, many children that were sold into the adoption industry were native to the southern continent of Shili. Taarak was definitely southern; not just because he had similar coloring to Ahsoka, but because he had venom glands. It was a vestigial trait, one that was almost completely absent in the north but occurred in around twenty-five percent of all Togrutas native to the southern continent. Thankfully his venom hadn't actually developed yet, because Anakin – and Cody, unfortunately – had been gnawed nearly down to the bone by the teething toddler.

Ahsoka once had venom glands too, but the Temple had removed them when she was five. Eliezer Gretch had called Anakin a stupid slave who couldn't read in front of her. She had lunged forward and bit him like a rat, then the next day she'd been booked for surgery.

The possibility of Taarak being a product of the slave trade had certainly made separating Taarak from his loving Toydarian parents easier to bear. Even though they'd been the ones to contact the Temple and seemed to genuinely want the best for him, the fact that they had probably bought him like a pup from an adoption agency sat wrong with Anakin.

"So," Chancellor Palpatine finished his caf. "How goes Ahsoka's quest?"

"Not great," Anakin admitted. "There was nothing to find on Kamino. Someone had erased all of the information on the Cuy'val Dar from their archives."

"How unfortunate."

"They're going to Geonosis to look for Fett's armor," Anakin continued. "Ahsoka's hoping that there will be some sort of backup there."

"And she expects to find it?" The Chancellor raised a brow. "He's been dead for quite a while."

"I highly doubt she's going to find anything, but she is skilled in seeking out the auras of objects. If anyone can find it, it'll be her."

"Really?" The Chancellor looked impressed. "I don't think you've spoken of this ability before."

"I taught her how," Anakin grinned proudly. "Well, sort of. I explained how I would do it in theory. Her Empathy allows her to experience it in a more visual way, I think."

"Ah, yes, her Empathy." The Chancellor gestured at his butler, who quickly refreshed his cup of caf. "What a fascinating Talent that she has. It's hard to comprehend someone having such control over the emotions of others. It's a frightening concept."

Anakin laughed out loud. "I suppose so. In a lesser person, it could be dangerous, but she's…" Anakin smiled and looked away. "She's phenomenal. She's stubborn and reckless, but she's also kind hearted and pure. She only uses her gift to help. The thought of using it to hurt people repulses her. I don't think she would do it even to save her own life."

"What about yours?" The corners of Palpatine's eyes crinkled with a kind smile.

"I…" Anakin paused, unsure. "I don't know. Hopefully it would never come to that."

"Oh, indeed. It would be a sad day for such a pure-hearted young woman."

"Agreed." Anakin's smile faded. He didn't want to think about what it would do to her spirit to use her Talent like that. He knew firsthand that she would endure anything to help him, now.

"What's wrong, Anakin?" Palpatine was looking at him with concern heavy in his eyes. "Did I say something to upset you?"

"No, no of course not." Anakin looked away. The Chancellor had been a trusted confidant for years. He'd never judged him, not even for what he'd done to the Tuskens who had murdered his mother. He could be trusted.

He certainly couldn't ask Obi-Wan about it. The best case scenario would be him removing her from his tutelage. Worst case he'd be expelled, though he wasn't sure if watching Ahsoka be trained by a new Master wouldn't actually be worse in a way.

"After Obi-Wan faked his death, I…" Anakin hesitated.

"It's alright, my boy, you know that whatever you tell me stays between us." The Chancellor squeezed his shoulder.

"I didn't handle it well. I was spinning, and I ended up hurting Ahsoka," Anakin admitted quietly. "She was only trying to take care of me, but I just wanted to be left alone and she… she wouldn't. She wouldn't leave me. She–" Anakin broke off and closed his eyes, ashamed.

"What happened, Anakin?" The Chancellor's concern was clear.

"She wouldn't leave me," Anakin repeated, almost in a whisper. "I grabbed her arm and I… I didn't mean to squeeze it that hard but I just wanted her to go, and I…" Anakin looked at his mentor, sick with guilt. "I broke it. I squeezed it so hard that it snapped."

"Oh, Anakin, that's…" The Chancellor looked troubled. "That's terrible, but it was an accident. We both know you would never do such a thing in your right mind."

"Of course not, but I still did it," Anakin replied miserably. "It woke me up out of whatever dark pit I'd been stuck in. I healed it immediately and she's okay, just a little sore, but I can't get the look on her face out of my mind. She was so afraid." Anakin swallowed hard. "I broke my Padawan's arm because I couldn't control my anger and grief. I failed her."

"No, Anakin, you made a mistake," the Chancellor assured him. "A serious mistake, but a mistake. You were grieving and lashed out."

Anakin shook his head. It wasn't a good enough reason. He still should have been better.

He did feel a little better now that he'd admitted it to someone, though, almost like the secret was an infected boil that had needed lancing. He took a long, slow breath before finally looking up at the sympathetic, concerned face of Chancellor Palpatine.

"Are you afraid that she'll resent you for it?" The Chancellor asked in a kind voice.

"I was, at first," Anakin admitted with a nod. "But she forgave me immediately, and afterwards, she… she still didn't leave me." He stared at his boots. "I broke her arm and she didn't leave me. Not for a second."

The Chancellor was silent for a few moments. "Do you think that she will report this incident to Master Kenobi?"

Anakin shook her head. "She's not speaking to him at the moment," he said with a humorless laugh.

"Well, that's fortunate." The Chancellor fell silent again. "Do you… no, nevermind. I shouldn't ask that."

Anakin turned his head. "What is it, Chancellor?"

"I…" Chancellor Palpatine hesitated. "I hate to even propose this, but I feel as though I may be remiss if I don't. Is there any chance that she may reveal this information to him when it would be… advantageous to her?"

"What?" Anakin said, his voice cracking in surprise. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it. "Like– like blackmail? No, never. She wouldn't. She's not ambitious."

"You're sure?" The Chancellor raised an eyebrow. "I only ask because I would hate for an accident to derail your entire career."

"I'm positive," Anakin said. "She just wants to help people and be a good Jedi." Anakin played with the straps on his glove. One of them had been almost severed by Taarak's chewing. "She's never cared about power."

"I find that hard to believe," the Chancellor chuckled.

Anakin looked up. "Believe it," he said earnestly. "She truly doesn't. All she cares about is serving the galaxy."

"That's a rare quality in a person," the Chancellor said quietly. "To be as selfless as you claim she is. I am glad that you have such an apprentice, Anakin. It sounds like the two of you complement each other most agreeably. And she certainly seems loyal to you."

"She's as loyal as they come." Anakin smiled as he said it, truly appreciating how true it was for the first time. "She'd never betray me. I trust her completely."

"Then I will say again how glad I am that you have found such a devoted apprentice."

Anakin nodded. He was lucky, despite what Obi-Wan would say.

"You should bring her the next time we meet," the Chancellor said pleasantly. "I so rarely get a chance to see her. She impressed me with her tenacity when making her case for Boba Fett's release."

"Thank you again for that, Chancellor. I know Ahsoka appreciates it."

"Before we depart," Chancellor Palpatine said, steepling his hands with a guarded expression on his face, "I, ah, I was contacted by Senator Burtoni before you arrived. It seems that there was an incident at Tipoca City. Ahsoka apparently decided that they should leave in the middle of a hurricane and threatened to shoot down their weather matrix tower if they didn't release her ship."

"They locked her ship down?" Anakin frowned. "They had no right to do that."

"I am led to believe that it was a safety precaution, to prevent the ship from being blown off of the landing pad," the Chancellor replied.

Anakin chewed on the inside of his cheek. "She'd never do something that drastic without a good reason," he replied. "I'll talk to her."

"Thank you. I'd hate for a diplomatic incident to arise because of a misunderstanding."

"Don't worry, Chancellor. I'll get to the bottom of it."

"I trust that you will." The Chancellor smiled broadly. "You've never let me down, Anakin. That's something I very much appreciate about you."

Anakin blushed into his caf. "Thank you, Chancellor."

"Well, I suppose it's finally time to start the day." The Chancellor finished his cup and stood. "It was a delight to see you again, Anakin. I wish your Padawan luck in her endeavors, and…" he paused. "Do not be too hard on yourself when you've already been forgiven. You are only Human, after all."

Anakin bowed, deeply grateful for his reassurance. "Thank you, Chancellor."

"Perhaps…" the Chancellor paused, then smiled. "You should buy her a nice gift. Girls her age love presents, and if I recall correctly Togrutas delight in collecting small trinkets. Something to do with their more animalistic nature, I believe."

Anakin knew from Padmé that because Nubian aristocracy was exclusively Human, they tended to speak with a certain level of bluntness about the traits of Near-Human races. Chancellor Palpatine didn't hold any prejudice or malice towards them – the Chancellor didn't seem to hold malice towards anyone at all, in his experience – but Anakin still didn't like it when he used terms like beastly or animalistic. Anyone else would have gotten a death glare and a sharp correction, but Anakin simply bowed his head and bid him farewell.

The butler led him through the apartment and had just closed the door behind Anakin when a call came through on his commlink.

"General Skywalker." Rex's hologram popped up.

"Morning, Rex. What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could speak to you about something when you have a moment." Rex looked nervous. "It's… about Commander Tano."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "What about her?"

"I, ah," Rex's hologram rubbed the back of its neck awkwardly. "I believe that she's hiding an injury to her arm, Sir. I'm concerned as to why."

Anakin froze. "Oh?" he asked, trying to sound like his stomach hadn't just dropped out of his body and right off the edge of 500 Republica.

"Yes, Sir." Rex swallowed hard. "Like I said, when you have a moment."

"Alright." Anakin's voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "Alright. We'll, um, we'll talk soon."

Something in Rex's eyes changed. "Thank you, Sir," he said quietly, then disconnected.

Anakin leaned against the Chancellor's door and tried not to panic.

Notes:

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS cetan jabat'lamirud: kneeling over-shoulder, name of the move Ahsoka used to toss Blitz (in judo it's called a seoi nage throw, which translates to 'over-back' or 'over-shoulder' throw) Ke'shebi nebat: fuck off Ke'sushi, Dogma. Gar cuy cin'kar'ta. Gar cuy jat'verd. Gar ru'cabuor Republika. Ni partayli. Gar vode partayli. Ni ven'akaani akay gar cuy yaim. Ne noy'ganar manda. Mhi ne'nibra: Listen, Dogma. You are pure hearted. You are a good soldier. You protected the Republic. I remember. Your brothers remember. I will fight until you are home. Don't lose spirit. We won't fail. TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Bwerani kuno chonde: Come here please OTHER NOTES Porg Eyes 2 electric boogaloo ayyy lol. SO there's a weird kind of… not plot hole, but inconsistency with the whole Padawan age thing? So in Legends, if they weren't chosen by 13 by a Master they were sent to the Agricorps as a washout. That almost happened to Obi-Wan. This is all fine and good except when Ahsoka shows up, everyone is like baby??? Baby padawan??? Tiny, too small, not old enough??? In part I know this was because she was originally intended to be 11-12 and was retconned to 14 later on, but to make it logical in my brain I'm adjusting it to where if they weren't selected by 16 they got sent to the Agricorps and Ahsoka's 14 year old ass was at the very beginning of the normal range for being a Padawan and she was short for her age lol

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[just-prime]

*rubs temples* How is it that for all Filoni’s critique of the Jedi’s philosophies, SO MUCH of his work is basically a PSA for why Jedi practicing non-attachment is Good, Actually?

Maybe, if Sabine had learned the value of letting go, not allowing her emotions to rule her -

It just. I know they’re not going to use this! And they could! They could make it about how Ahsoka was afraid of the wrong things, by refusing to teach people because of their anger risks a self-fulfilling prophecy or *something* substantial! Not what this light show of a holding pattern was.

*also rubs temple trying to figure out how the fuck to phrase this*

Because here's the problem...Filoni doesn't think attachments are bad (not exactly at least) but ends up creating "critique" that are all so disjointed that none of them tie together well enough to make any fucking sense. So the natural response is to go, maybe the thing he's trying to critique is actually right because he is being so incompetent about how he is critiquing it.

If that makes sense...?

Like, lets even just looking at the Ahsoka show in a vacuum of the interior rules that the show have given us.

Ahsoka is a jedi, Sabine is a padawan, Anakin was Ahsoka's master and the only one who ever actually cared about her.

Filoni really enjoys kissing Anakin's ass, something that we saw a ton during the lead up and the advertising with the whole "Anakin was the coolest and awesomest and the bestest Jedi to ever exist" shit.

And so it's fucking hard to actually critique the Jedi and their flaws (of which there are many) when Filoni is out with logical fallacies galore! And writing Mortis as a way to justify his own personal headcanons about how The Force with a capital F effects good and evil, and how attachments tie into the equation.

Again, Filoni is knocking down canon left and right, regardless of if he created it.

The Jedi have a no-attachments rule.

REGARDLESS of the moral or ethical or Anakin related consequences of this...It still exists, and Filoni shouldn't just get to have his cake (Ahsoka being a Jedi) and eat it too (her being totally okay with attachments and everything that comes with them)!

It's like I've brought up in previous posts about this, the example I always go it is that midichlorians exist in the Star Wars universe, regardless of if we think they are stupid or not, they are there. The Prequels firmly established them, and many other properties since then have cemented them. And I'm not saying George Lucas's word is law (the man has a lot of WEIRD ideas) but I am saying that Filoni clearly doesn't give a shit as he runs free with the keys of the castle and no one in the writers room but himself.

I hope that made sense. This show was unique in its way of pissing off the pro jedi folks, the anti jedi folks, and the jedi neutral folks all in one fell swoop due to its inconsistency.

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