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saggitary · 2 years

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Ahsoka and the 501st Headcannons

- Ahsoka is known for going to the barracks to comfort troopers after a campaign. She will sit with them for hours and listen to them and offer a shoulder to cry on. It’s not uncommon to find a group of shinies huddled around her on the floor

- Speaking of shinies, some of them (esp when Ahsoka was still pretty small) they’d hug onto her like she was a stuffed toy, and she didn’t mind at all. If it made her trooper feel better then she would do so happily

- If a trooper finds something cool on a campaign, like a pretty rock or a flower, they will give it to her and she keeps all the little gifts they give her

- She has lets some of Torrent play around with her sabers, and even taught Fives some of the basic lightsaber stances so they could mock duel

- Ahsoka knows what kind of music each trooper likes and will share songs she finds that she thinks they will like with them. She also was able to barter for a portable speaker that they could keep in the barracks or rec room

- She and Fives started a prank war that eventually involved all of the 501st and the 212th

- Echo helps Ahsoka study because he’s actually enjoys reading ‘boring’ stuff. Jedi temple work is actually a lot more interesting than REG manuals

- It started with Jesse, but one day while he was bored in the rec room, he asked Ahsoka (who was doing course work) if he could try to do a push up with her sitting on him (like in some of the holovideos he’s seen). She says yes. Rex walks in to see Jesse doing pushups while Ahsoka is typing out an essay on his back

- Pretty soon there is a competition between the veterans in the 501st on who can do the most pushups with Ahsoka sitting on them. Hardcase held the record until Rex stepped in and beat him by double

- There is an ongoing debate on how tall Ahsoka is, she argues that you measure from the tips of her montrals, her men argue its the top of her forehead.

- “Why would you measure from my forehead my mortals are literally attached to my head, the ARE the top of my head!” “even if we measured from your montrals, you still short as kriff.”

- Because Togruta don’t have hair, she is fascinated by it. Originally she only messed with Anakin’s hair but soon her men started letting her touch their hair was well. She would sit there playing with it for hours if they would let her (and many times they did because it feels good)

- They began teaching her some sayings in Manda’o and in return she taught them a few things in Togruti

- they all complain whenever they have to fly with her, but in reality they prefer her flying to their generals (and she is actually a very good flyer but they would never admit that)

- If Ahsoka hears someone insult her or say anything inappropriate about her, she ignores it, you say something about one of her troopers, she will not hesitate to jump them (Rex has had to haul her away from many brawls)

- If the troopers hear someone insult them they ignore it, if someone catcalls or insults their commander that person better pray to whatever god they believe in because they are about to meet their maker

- Ahsoka and Anakin started a karaoke tradition with the 501st but it stopped after Ahsoka left the order

- After Ahsoka left the order the clones still found themselves picking up small gifts on campaigns, and some chose to keep them with them in case Ahsoka ever came back

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im-here-and-im-confused · 1 year

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Obi-wan - we've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Anakin will and will not eat.

Cody - Grass? yes!

Obi-wan - Moss? yes!

Cody - Leaves? Oh yes!

Obi-wan - Shoelaces? strangely enough yes!

Cody - Worms? sometimes!

Obi-wan - Rocks? usually no!

Cody - Twigs? usually yeah!

Obi-wan - Ahsoka's cooking? Inconclusive!

Rex - Right, and how...how did you test this?

Obi-wan - oh well we just handed him things, and said 'hey eat this'.

Cody - and if he ate it, he ate it.

Rex - Right okay, i don't know how im supposed to feel about this.

Ahsoka - WAIT SO IS THAT WHERE ALL OF MY SHOE LACES WENT!?

#star wars #star wars incorrect quotes #anakin will eat anything and almost everything and i will stand by this headcannon with my life #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex #the clone wars #codywan #501st #212th #clone wars 501st #clone wars 212th #501st legion #212th legion #incorrect quotes generator #there all a bit dumb #confused posts

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cerulianvermillion · 10 months

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Do the jedi have like. the star wars equivalent of sword dances? I mean lightsaber fights already look like dances, but like what about the ones that are actually intended to be dances? like imagine dancing with a lightsaber- that would be sooo pretty to look at. I imagine that obi-wan isn't like super good or an expert or anything, but there's a couple that he knows and loves and does really well, especially when he's on his own. Qui-gon was really good at many and taught him to do them and it stuck, and on those nights he was grieving he just dances listening to the force. Nobody dances quite like obi-wan, though. Like he doesn't know a lot of dances but he's really really good on the ones he does know, and plus points to the fact that obi-wan is probably also musically inclined.

Anakin is really good, too, like qui-gon, he caught it much more easily than obi-wan did. It probably started out as him accidentally seeing obi-wan do it when he was younger, and then trying to emulate and failing lmao, and then it became like, and alternative way of meditating for Anakin? like at some point Obi-wan realized that dance could totally work as a way of moving meditation and decided to teach anakin himself and enroll him in classes, and I think anakin would really get into it especially during the war. Padme would like it, she has an eye for stuff like this so sometimes she helps point out details to anakin.

Ahsoka learns from anakin because anakin is definitely the type to add sword dance into ahsoka's curiculum, but he prefers teaching her himself because he just so happens to be really good at it. Ahsoka would like it! like she's not as into it as anakin is but sometimes she practices when there's a lot on her mind or like, when she wants to show the clones what she learned. oh, the clones would absolutely enjoy watching ahsoka dance, and ahsoka would totally convince anakin to do it with her. Sometimes they'd convince obi wan. When she leaves the order she still practices, it's her way of staying connected even though she'd never come to realize it herself. And when (if?) the whole oder 66 thing happens, the sword dance is one of the few jedi culture bits that not many outside of the order knows, and she preserves it.

I like to think that she'll teach luke, one day. like maybe directly, or maybe she'll leave him a set of holo-recordings that he finds, and then luke would try to emulate and learn, and because he's Padme's and Anakin's son, he'd catch on and learn quickly. It won't be a perfect imitation, so Luke just uses his gut (the force) and adds new bits into the missing portions of the dance. He'd teach leia too, like leia is not super interested as luke is, but this specific aspect is actually super fascinating to her, so maybe she'll learn a bit, while also assisting him in doing some research about it. It surprised her how it helps her clear her mind.

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graylinesspam · 2 months

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Most people's hands develop calluses from wielding their lightsaber. Ahsoka has seen thousands of them. Puckering skin along the tops of their palms. Raised patches of skin across the side of their thumbs

There were differences between species, like the way that wookiee skin polishes to a near shine when it's worn against. Or the way the aquatic species scales would wear away until rough scar tissue replaced them.

But Anakin's metal arm was incapable of wearing in the same way that flesh does. Given the choice between which metal he wanted to be stronger Anakin chose his hand. The grip on his lightsaber is made of some common alloy, something cheap and easy to replace. It's not a soft metal by any means simply softer than his hand. So the place where his fingers grasp it has worn shallow grooves in.

Ahsoka turns the hilt around in her hands analyzing the way his hands slide along the shaft as he wields his weapon.

She can see the shape of his fingers in the marks, the places he grips harder are worn roughly, tension scratches catching on the lines across the pads of her fingers. But there are other lines worn smooth and reflective. She's sure those are marks from his thumb sliding along the length of it when he switches his stances.

His hand is so strong. Strong enough to swing around the heavy lightsaber. Strong enough to wear away at the metal.

Your lightsaber is your life.

Ahsoka holds Anakin's in her hands.

She wishes she didn't. Wishes she never had to. She hates this part of their relationship. Being a padawan means being responsible for your master as much as they are for you. If he wasn't so reckless. If they weren't in a war. If the council would only take their lives more seriously. If she were stronger. better.

She's in the bargaining stage now. She can feel that.

She hates sitting beside his bed. Anakin was supposed to be strong. Stronger than her. Better than her. How was she supposed to hold his life in her hands. They were so much smaller. So much weaker than his. And he was so much. So much personality. So much presence in the force. So much responsibility.

She has no idea how Obi-wan carried him and the responsibility of being a master.

The weight of it is as heavy as his lightsaber in her hand.

But she will carry it. Until he's strong enough to wake again and take it from her. A jedi's lightsaber is their life. And so long as he is unconscious Ahsoka will care for it. She will guard it. The way a padawan is supposed to.

Force knows Anakin has done it plenty of times for her.

Headcannon that Jedi lightsabers are never supposed to be put down. It's bad luck and general bad safe guarding practice for them to be unattended anywhere outside of the temple. So partners are trained to look after each other's lightsabers if they are ever incapacitated. Regardless of what kind of partnership it is.

But padawans and masters especially practice this and it's like a huge trust building exercise.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #anakin skywalker #fanfic #headcannons?

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tragedy-for-sale · 2 months

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Bedrock Headcannons: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Bedrock headcannons are headcannons that I regard as a fact in the personality of a character I write about. They range from small details to a huge part of a character's backstory. These headcannons are a constant underlayer in all of my fics that involve these characters.

﹄『❝ Obi-Wan ❞』﹃

He cut his hair shortly after the war begun because Anakin made a comment he looked like Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan couldn't handle it.

Obi-Wan is very quiet and not just in the sense of him not talking a whole lot. But his steps, the swoosh of his robe, the smile in his eyes. He moves with grace which results in many people being taken off guard when he's in the room, as if he just appears. But he's also quiet in the way that you'd never know he was crying if you couldn't see his face, quiet in the way of showing love through always having snacks on him for Anakin, Ahsoka or any of his men. Whoever asks him first. He's quiet in pain and agony, in love and passion.

Obi-Wan feels extremely bittersweet about Dooku. He remembered how highly Qui-Gon regarded him, how they'd go catch up at a diner and how Obi-Wan always begged to go. He never knew the Dooku that Qui-Gon did and Obi-Wan has a hard time understanding how his master was trained by someone so vile. Everytime he faces the Count, he remembers Qui-Gon, and he remembers how much his master cared for this man that is trying to kill him.

He loves Coruscant in the rain. When he was younger, Qui-Gon would take him up to the roof of the temple and they'd talk until they could see stars. But if it was raining, they'd be outside splashing each other until they were soaked.

He doesn't go up there as often anymore, but the first year after Qui-Gon's death, Obi-Wan was missing all day. It was Quinlan Vos who found him, he was the only person still alive that knew about his hiding place.

Obi-Wan's 18th birthday was spent out on the streets of Coruscant. He snuck out with Quinlan Vos and Kit Fisto. The three ran into trouble and at the stroke of midnight, Obi-Wan was in tears, desperately hoping his friends would find him.

He was sent to Mandalore with Qui-Gon soon after.

Obi-Wan will go get tea with Padme when Anakin is still out in space. He doesn't say he checks on Padme to Anakin, but he'll say he caught Padme and they chatted for a while and that she's doing well.

During down time, he wears heavy robes because Obi-Wan is cold all the time. Especially when on the Negotiatior. If he's able, he'll always go sit in the sun, feeling the warmth on his face.

As the war progresses, the toll of it starts to affect him more and more. He starts to feel things more deeply then he ever had and he finds himself drowning constantly. Fear he's never known paralyzes him and he can't talk to anyone because there's nothing anyone can do. He's going to drown and he can see all the people he loves playing in the water not noticing he's been swept up by the tide.

Dex's Diner has been Obi-Wan's place for years, he brings only the most important people in his life there. Dex basically watched Obi-Wan grow up, he knows his favorite book, his deepest pain and insecurities, and how many times he's fallen in love.

Obi-Wan takes Cody anytime they're on Coruscant for leave. One night, it was late and after close, but it was in that little worn down diner that Obi-Wan and Cody celebrated their marriage, slow dancing to whatever jukebox tune was playing and holding each other tight.

After Order 66 happens, Cody feels drawn to the diner, he sits there for hours. Dex knows better to assume the identity of this helmeted man, but he always sits in Obi-Wan's booth and watches the door, expecting the love of his life to walk right in and apologize for being late. But Obi-Wan never comes, and there is never an apology.

﹄『❝ Obi-Wan ❞』﹃

#Obi-Wan is probably one of my favorite characters to write #choosing what headcannons I think the most important was super hard #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commander cody #ahsoka tano #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #sw #codywan #Bedrock Headcannons

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starwarsnerd111 · 1 year

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Jedi Headcannons - What music they like

Anakin

This boi just loves his heavy rock

I can totally see him playing air guitar while blasting Metallica

Then pretty much the whole jedi council bursting in to tell him to shut up.

Obi-wan

He likes old classics.

Like old 80s songs

I can see him just vibing with "Come and get your love"

While defeating the droids.

Ahsoka

I can see her just chilling with love songs

So much Taylor Swift

Anakin had to ban Ahsoka from listening to her

Yoda

This guy loves classical

Flight of the bumblebee is his favourite

(He likes to blast it as he bounces from one ledge to another as he fights droids)

Mace Windu

Greenday

Loves Greenday

Gets caught singing (horribly might I add) to Church on Sunday

Ezra

He loves alternate rock

Vibes with sabine to The Pretender

Kanan

Secretly, he loves pop music

When I say loves...

I really mean it

Hera has caught him more than once dancing along to this one song

Luke

He doesn't have a specific genre....

He just likes blasting Baby Shark to annoy everyone

After the incident, Luke was from then on banned from any source of music.

#jedi council #obi wan kenobi #jedi headcannons #star wars #star wars tcw #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #kannan jarrus #star wars the clone wars #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #mace windu #yoda #ahsoka tano #music headcanons #obi wan

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furious-blueberry0 · 9 days

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I think Togruta should have markings all over their bodies. As a treat.

#star wars #art wip #ahsoka tano #togruta headcannons #togruta

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8-beats-per-minute · 2 years

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Okay but do you think that when Ahsoka found out Padmé died she assumed Anakin had died trying to save her/avenge her because that’s what the Anakin she knew would have done for the woman he loved and that was pregnant with his child (because Ahsoka definitely knew about Anakin and Padmé?)

And since she hadn’t seen anything about Anakin she assumed he died in the process and the empire swiped it under the rug?

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theautisticcentre · 2 years

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AHSOKA TANO AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND

WARNING: SPOILERS

She has to learn another thing from Anakin: How to keep your relationship a secret.

Hope you're ready for tremendous amounts of love, affection and care, because like it or not, you're getting them from her.

Anakin always does what he can to make sure you two are paired together during missions. He claims it's due to your efficency as a team.

Padme is also well aware of your relationship, and, like Anakin, makes excuses for you two to be paired together. Obi Wan pretends not to know.

Even when you're with someone else, you both find a way to sneak in at least a kiss during a mission.

She has definitely taken you to see her home world at least once. Of course, Anakin had to help her find it, but let's not worry about that.

If you stay with the Jedi after Ahsoka gets expelled, you HATE everyone on the council (excluding Obi Wan and Anakin), ESPECIALLY Windu.

The way Anakin found out about your relationship was when a private kiss in her quarters on a ship...well, let's just say it was less a kiss and more a makeout.

If she's scared or upset about anything, she'll just snuggle into you, whether it be into your chest, your arm, etc. And you do the same with her.

If you leave the Jedi with her, then you both relish being able to openly love each other. Like, when you temporarily return, you'll both share a kiss right in front of Windu's hologram.

Kanan does admittedly need some time to get used to your relationship when you and the ghost crew first meet, since he was once a Jedi of the old order.

You have for sure changed your outfit to resemble hers at one point.

Cuddles. All the cuddles.

If you get injured, don't expect a medical droid to be the first person you see by your side on your hospital bed. Heck, she may even be found asleep on top of you in your hospital bed.

She teaches you how to properly use Form VI: Shien of lightsaber combat.

She's really sweet.

#headcannons #ahsoka tano #tcw ahsoka #star wars #the clone wars #star wars tcw #star wars rebels

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hannah-schooler · 2 years

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anyone who’s ever written about the clones helping ahsoka train HOW WE FEELING AHSKSLDLG

#tales of the jedi #ahsoka tano #ahsoka tano and the 501st headcannons

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blurredcolour · 2 years

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The Hunter's Moon | Part Six

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: In Austin’s absence, Toby finally takes the time to show you how he feels about your new relationship with a Hollywood Actor.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: VIOLENCE – [Physical Violence, Supernatural Violence, Gun Violence, Threats of Sexual Violence], Side Character Death, Serious Reader Injury, Wounds, Blood, Evacuation by Rescue Helicopter, Cliff Hanger, Supernatural Themes, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18 + Only

Author’s Note: Inspired by the headcannons of @sassy-ahsoka-tano, written with her blessing. Seriously, this chapter is A LOT! If you do not feel comfortable taking on these warnings, stop reading at the part about the cupcake. I will add a sanitized recap at the beginning of Part Seven.

Song suggestion: Army by NEONI

Word Count: 2812

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Mid to Late October

The alarm jarred the two of you awake on Tuesday morning, a rude reminder that you had to be at work in ninety minutes. Completely disoriented from your blissful and emotional day in bed, you struggled to place yourself in the pre-dawn light.

“You go shower, I’ll make you breakfast.” Austin’s voice pulled it all into focus and you kissed him firmly before hurrying to shower and dress. Coming downstairs, you smiled warmly at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a hot cup of your favourite morning beverage.

“You don’t really have anything to pack for lunch, why don’t I bring you something from the café?” He was wearing the blanket from the floor around his waist, like some kind of toga, as he had no clothing with him.

“That would be amazing, thank you.” You licked the jam from your lips before you kissed him, but he still licked his own, with a grin, as you pulled back.

“I’ll see you at noon then.” He pulled you close, pressing his lips to your temple warmly before slipping out the back towards his house.

The morning had passed slowly. You were fatigued from a notable lack of sleep, and so eager to see him, that the clock had slowed to a crawl. Every ring of the bell had you lifting your head violently, repeatedly disappointed, until at last he walked in carrying a tray of drinks and a bag of food. Thankfully, there were no patrons in the library at that point, so you were able to lock up, walking across the street to sit in the park with him.

It had looked sunny, so you had not brought your jacket, but the wind had shifted to the North and would probably stay there for the next several months. You felt immediate relief from the chill as he draped his leather jacket over your shoulders and you leaned into his chest, eating happily.

“Will you let me make you dinner?” He asked, chin resting atop your head.

You nodded eagerly, excited to taste his cooking, but also desiring to spend as much time with him as you could before he headed back to Cincinnati the next day.

“Can we use your kitchen? I have barely set mine up…”

“Of course, yes. I’ll give you my key and you can make yourself at home.” You replied without hesitation. You felt so close to him, that you had no concerns whatsoever.

Thus, you returned home that evening to a house filled with an amazing aroma. A three-course meal was prepared, the table was set, and Austin was washing the dishes wearing your grey, oversized knit scarf. Truly, the thing was as long as you were tall, way too warm for use in California, but you had held onto it as it had gotten you through library school in cooler climes.

He looked to you warmly.

“Can I borrow this? Cincinnati is freezing…” He pouted a little and you laughed warmly, nodding. You were happy to lend it to him. “Plus, it smells like you…I’d really like to have you with me…” He added.

Your heart melted and you hugged him tightly from behind, holding him with your arms around his waist and your cheek pressed against his back as he finished washing the dishes. He dried his hands before guiding you to the table where he spoiled you rotten with some of the best food of your life.

“I’m sorry I have to leave again so soon…” He murmured guiltily as you saw him to the door a few hours later.

“Austin? Do you love what you do? Not the crappy parts, like traveling and long hours and paparazzi. But the actual job?”

He looked at you, startled, before nodding firmly.

“I really do.”

You smiled warmly, cupping his cheek.

“Then there is no need to apologize. I’ll see you for the full moon in November.” You leaned up to kiss him. His lips met yours halfway.

The kiss was slow, languid, as he committed every corner of your mouth to memory. You breathlessly watched him leave, that scarf wrapped around his neck up to his nose. From the steady stream of paparazzi and fan photos, you could see that the damn thing essentially stayed there, his nose buried in your scent. A message just for you.

It made your chest swell with pride; he was quietly letting you claim him. Your scent was also there to keep him company. You missed him terribly, but never said that to him once. He had more than enough burdens to carry, responsibilities to focus on, so you reserved your frustration at the separation for your best friend’s eyes and ears.

He did his level best to make the distance feel less. Sending you photos from his rental, taking you with him on several hikes via FaceTime, eating meals with you virtually. He confirmed he would be home for the next full moon, November ninth, because he needed a safe place to ride out the uncontrollable change that came with it.

Two days before Halloween, you stocked up on candy to hand out to the kids at the library. People from town did not bother with trick-or-treating near your house. An empty mansion, a crazy person, and one librarian were not worth the effort of driving out there. After a very disappointing turn-out last year, you were excited to hand out candy in town this time. After stashing it under the counter at the front desk, you drove home, looking forward to your days off.

You heard your phone chime with the sound you had set specifically for Austin, grinning to yourself, but remained focused on the road. You parked in your driveway and picked up the phone, flushing with your hand over your mouth as you watched the video of him swiping coconut icing off a cupcake he had found at a nearby bakery, licking and sucking the buttercream from his finger. His descriptions of how good the shop had smelled, how fragrant the cupcake was, sounded innocuous enough, but combined with the visual… the video took you right back to your kitchen floor.

– You’re delightfully filthy, Butler –

You fired off the reply, keeping an eye on the screen, looking for his response, as you climbed out of the car. Distracted.

Looking back on that moment, you had initially been awfully hard on yourself. Had wished you had noticed the Harley parked on Austin’s lawn, the fact that his lights were on, and that the front door had been wide open. Maybe you could have prevented it…

In truth, however, you were terribly outmatched and had not stood a chance against the fully enraged Toby. He had been biding his time, furious at your choice of Austin, anger simmering inside him until he had reached his boiling point. Until Austin was out of town and his scent no longer lingered on you. As you turned to grab your things out of the back seat, the blunt fingers of his right hand twisted into the sides of your neck, wrenching it painfully as he dragged you through the trees, flinging your body over the fence into Austin’s yard.

You screamed and flailed, feet scrambling across the turf. You tried to break away from the searing pain, but then you were vaulted through the air, crashing into the ground awkwardly. You scrabbled with hands and feet, seeking purchase on the dirt. You could taste the bitter flavour of adrenaline flooding your mouth as you finally made it to your feet, looking around wildly to locate the threat. Toby was right in front of you.

“You stuck up piece of shit.” He snarled before backhanding you, your head jerking to the side as you stumbled backwards.

“Toby STOP! Please, please stop.” You cupped your cracked lip, trying to catch the blood before it could stain your clothes.

“What’s that? Are you begging? Is that how you get him off? Begging for the pretty puppy dog with the pouty lips?”

He slammed his fist into your stomach, laughing coldly as you doubled over, wheezing in pain.

“Well, you don’t have to beg me…spreading your legs for that Hollywood slut. And where is he now?! Leaving you all alone. I have been trying to give it to you for MONTHS! But now I guess I’ll just have to TAKE IT!”

He was unhinged, beyond rational pleas. His hand snapped out at his side, wicked claws extending from his nails before he raked them across your chest, shredding your clothes, scoring the skin as he exposed it to his greedy gaze. The tears came unbidden as you stumbled back further, trying to cover yourself as he stalked closer towards you. You were running out space to flee, Austin’s house just behind you.

“His stench is no longer on you. I know no one is here to save you this time…” He growled coldly.

“Oh god…” you breathed, the hopelessness of your plight settling into your stomach like a lead weight.

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Austin had meant to surprise you, sending that message as he climbed into his SUV at the Placerville airport. He had checked your reply at the only light in town, licking his lips in anticipation of tasting you. When he had turned onto your road though, something felt off. Toby’s bike was on his lawn, for a start. He could see he had ransacked through his house as well.

Austin parked quickly and climbed out of his vehicle, head snapping towards the backyard as he could smell your blood. He started running along the side of the house until he heard your hopeless whimper. He had not changed from pure range in years, but it came to him easily. His clothes shredded and flew from his body as he launched into the air, landing on his back paws before launching again to slam into Toby’s side, flinging him across the yard.

He chased after him, snarling as his teeth ripped into the arm Toby raised in defense. He kept an eye on you as you stumbled off to hide amongst the trees, moving to keep his body between you and Toby. The force of Toby’s sudden defensive shift sent Austin stumbling backward before they crashed together again, a tumbling mass of fur, teeth, and snarls.

Toby landed a bite on Austin’s haunch, making him yelp before he kicked him off, going for his throat.

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You had not seen what had pushed Toby away from you – your sole focus had been to get away. As you reached the tree line, the snarls and sounds of struggle behind you registered in your brain and you turned to look. You gasped as you pressed your back against the thick trunk of a tree, not believing your eyes. Austin…what was he…No it did not matter why, you had just been grateful that he was here.

Your sense of elation was short lived, wincing at his yelp of pain. They were too well matched as they circled and clashed repeatedly. Eventually one of them would tire, make a stupid mistake. You watched breathlessly, silently rooting for Austin, chewing your lip savagely to keep quiet, not wanting to become a distraction.

The blaze of the muzzle flash had barely reached your eyes before the report of the rifle shot sounded through the backyard. Everything stopped, time frozen for a millisecond, before Toby collapsed with a wail of pain. The black fur melted from his body, limbs shortening and returning to his human form as he landed unceremoniously in the dirt. He was motionless. Lifeless.

You turned in horror to see Jonah standing at the edge of the trees, lining up Austin in his sights.

“Yeah, you know what that means, don’t ya Satan’s mutt?” Jonah slurred at a startled Austin as he continued his forward progress. “Genuine, pure silver with a wolfsbane core.” He crowed, gnarled finger fondling the trigger.

That revolting man stared down at Austin with murder glinting in his eyes and every fibre in your being cried out in flat refusal. Not on your watch. Not the man who had saved you twice. Not the man who had confessed to years of pain while crying in the safety of your arms. Not the man you were fairly sure you were falling in love with. No.

The scream that emanated from deep inside you sounded unholy even to your own ears. It was more of a battle cry, and it certainly startled Jonah, distracting him. Austin took advantage of the moment and charged. You threw yourself on Jonah clawing and beating at his head and shoulders. He yelped and struggled to get away from you, trying to push the mouth of the rifle against your body.

You grabbed at it with both hands, wrenching it from side to side, trying to pull it out of his grasp. The second shot sounded, accompanied by a searing, hot pain punching into your right side. You stumbled back, hand automatically putting pressure on your flank, making you hiss in discomfort. You felt strangely disconnected from yourself as a hollow, shrill, disembodied laugh bubbled up your throat.

“You’ve done it now, you fucking old loon…you just shot a human…” Your feet continued to propel you backward in a disordered set of steps as everything started to feel cold. Darkness narrowed your vision, shrinking your sight down to a tiny dot before it all went black.

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Watching your body crumple onto the ground wrenched a savage howl of pain from deep within Austin. Jonah was scrabbling with his ammo, desperately trying to reload the rifle before Austin could reach him. Despite the urge to tear out his throat, Austin chose to slam all four paws into Jonah’s chest, driving him backward into the trunk of a tree, knocking him unconscious. The rifle flew from his limp, cruel hands and Austin kicked it even further away before shifting back to his human form, finding the pile of Toby’s shredded clothing and quickly pressing it against the wound in your side.

“Fuck there’s too much blood.” He felt frantic but hope flared as he saw your eyes flutter open.

They traced along his utterly naked form, and you gave him a lopsided smirk.

“Heaven…” You breathed weakly, and his lips drew into a thin line, not finding that choice of word particularly funny.

“Don’t you say that now, put pressure here, hold on.” He grabbed your right hand and pressed it to the pile of rags that were slowly turning red. “I’m going to call for help, I’ll be right back.” He said to you, his eyes brimming with tears, before dashing to the car and grabbing his phone and a pair of pants from his bag.

He relayed a very convincing story to the 911 operator about a jealous thug and an insane neighbour. A series of horrible events that had left one dead and one very injured. It was convincing because it was true. He simply failed to relay all reference to werewolves. He was back over you, still talking on the phone tucked against his chin, putting more pressure on your hand over the wound, making you moan in pain.

“I know, I know guardian angel I’m so, so sorry…” His free hand stroked your face soothingly as the sound of the helicopter blades beating through the air grew closer. “They’re almost here, we’ll get you all patched up.” Tears were streaming down his face freely now, but he tried to smile at you bravely.

Your left hand came to rest over his on your cheek, your brow crinkled with pain and concern for his tears.

“I think I’m in love with you…” You murmured through shockingly pale lips, the split from Toby’s slap on the lower one oozing blood.

He did not have time to respond. The rescue paramedic dropped in from the sky on a cable – the trees were too tight for the helicopter to land – and he quickly started an assessment of you as they lowered the stretcher basket. The paramedic wrapped the rags to your side tightly with more bandages before he and Austin worked together to load you into the basket, sending you up into the helicopter.

“We’re going to the hospital in Placerville. We can’t take you though, no room. I’ll let them know you’re coming.” He clapped Austin on his bare shoulder before clipping back onto the dangling cable and disappearing up inside before the helicopter flew away.

Austin was left standing amongst the wreckage in the gathering dark, the distant sound of police sirens growing closer.

“I think I’m in love with you, too.” He whispered tearfully to no one at all.

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501st Battalion’s Nightmare Repellent

The first time Ahsoka fell asleep in the barracks was while comforting a shiny after a hard campaign. The next time was after being practically dragged there by a certain set of trouble making twins intent on making sure she got rest. After that it became more common for Ahsoka to find herself in the barracks.

Soon the members of Torrent began to notice how much better they slept with the little togruta around. Some found that they were finally able to fall asleep, others found that they were finally able to stay asleep, rarely waking up from nightmares. It didn't occur to them that this was a Force ability she used, most of the time unconsciously, until she’d had to give Denal a sleep Force suggestion after he’d woken up in a panic and couldn’t calm down. She was soon given an unofficial designated bunk.

That bunk regularly had a shiny curled up in it beside the little togruta, sometimes 2 would cram in. Other times an older member could be found there. Ahsoka had grown used to falling asleep by herself and waking up with someone at her back. She had also grown used to waking up in an entirely different bunk. Hardcase had a habit of snatching her off her bunk and carrying Ahsoka to his own bunk to sleep. If there was a shiny with her, he'd haul them both to his bunk. Fives had also taken up scooping her off her own bunk and carrying her over to Echo’s bunk to sleep, he was usually too tired to haul her up the ladder to his own bunk.

After difficult campaigns Ahsoka would usually sleep in the area with the most shinies, dragging thin mattresses to the floor so more troopers could join her. Her gentle presence helped calm them after days running on adrenaline, her stories of old Jedi and old wars kept their mind from the terrors they had just witnessed, her shoulder to cry on made them feel human. More than once Anakin has gone to the barracks looking for his padawan and been unable to find her due to her being hidden by a trooper’s wide shoulders.

If Ahsoka knows that she will not make it down to the barracks she sends a message so no one stays awake waiting up all night.

After a few months with the 501st, Ahsoka began to spend more time in the med bay as well. Once she learned how to block out other people’s pain better, she made herself useful to comfort those injured and offered her limited knowledge of Force healing to keep others alive. For particularly unruly members she would just climb into the bunk to keep them in place. She also learned that it took more stress off of the medics, and having had Kix end up in her bunk more than a few times, she knew they needed the support.

When Ahsoka herself needed comfort, she would usually clamber into Echo, Rex, or sometimes Kix’s bunk as they were the closest bottom bunks for her. Echo in particular usually woke up when she settled in, shifting her over to the wall side so he could block out the rest of the world from her.

After the Citadel, the only person able to get Fives to sleep was Ahsoka. They’d usually curl up on Echo’s old bunk and shake themselves to sleep. He’d cling to her as if at any moment she would slip away too. If Fives was having a particularly bad night Rex would climb in because he was strong enough to hold the ARC still when he woke up thrashing, while Ahsoka worked to calm his mind and send him back to sleep.

The 501st didn’t notice just how much Ahsoka did for them during the night until she was gone. Quite literally gone, disappeared seemingly without a trace. The only evidence she had been on Felucia at all were her poorly hidden lightsabers. When they had finally returned to the Resolute after 2 full days and nights of searching the planet for their lost commander, they were all exhausted. Jesse, Fives, and Hardcase fell asleep on her bunk, trying to find any comfort in her absence. Rex and other older members were woken multiple times by their own nightmares and the shouts of other troopers who needed comfort. Only after they had returned to Coruscant and the barracks were almost empty, most of the 501st out drinking, did Rex curl up on Ahsoka’s bunk. He prayed to whatever gods would listen to protect his little sister where ever she was in the galaxy. When she finally returned to them, Torrent didn’t bother fighting over who got to stay with her, they just piled the mattresses up on the floor and stuck her in the middle. Anything that wanted their vod’ika would have to get through them. For the first time in a week and a half, they all slept.

After Umbara Ahsoka was worried that her men wouldn’t want a Jedi in their bunks and opted to keep her distance to give them time. She also wasn’t sure she was ready to face the now empty bunk of yet another one of her closest brothers. This was quickly changed when Jesse showed up at her private quarters door still visibly shaken from a nightmare and asked if he could sleep in her bunk. With Jesse completely curled around her that night, it really began to sink in for her how young they all really were, despite fighting in a war no one asked for. The next night she carefully approached the barracks only to find multiple people already hunkering down around her bunk.

One shiny in particular (well she couldn’t really call any of them shinies after Umbara) had a tendency to curl up in Fives bunk. However, it wasn’t long before the ARC was called out again for a mission. The next night Ahsoka woke up to hear someone shouting and promptly shook the trooper named Tup awake. He stared at her in fear and she had no doubt that he’d been dreaming up Krell. After a few coxing words he followed her back to her own bunk and settled down. The next morning she woke up to find the younger trooper curled into her front with his head tucked into her chest. He soon became a regular occupant in her bunk.

Not long after Kadavo Ahsoka had to drag Rex from the training rooms to her bunk because she knew he had hardly slept since the mission (She hadn’t either but she wasn’t going to admit anything was wrong). Mindful of the still healing wounds on his back she promptly sent him to sleep. When he woke a few hours later she gave him the painkillers Kix had left with her and sent him back to sleep. She did that the rest of the night and the next night until he finally began to look less like a walking corpse.

During the investigation into the temple bombing Ahsoka didn’t stay in the barracks as much, the night that they found the real culprit the 501st’s little vod’ika crashed into her bunk and didn’t wake up for 12 hours. That was the last night she ever slept in the barracks.

The 501st hardly slept at all after Ahsoka was arrested and chased through Coruscant. Their battalion was locked down in the barracks lest they go out and impede the search because they had a ‘bias’ against her, though it was probably warranted given the look on Fives’ and Jesse’s faces when they heard she was being pursued. After she was captured again they expected the Jedi Council to give her a trial and let her go, because they all knew there was no way in the 9 Corellian Hells Ahsoka Tano could have been the one behind the bombing and the deaths of the prisoner and the troopers. To hear that she had not only been found guilt but thrown out of the Jedi Order itself sent icy fear through all of them. How could their little commander, their vod’ika, the one that slept in the barracks and rocked terrified shinies to sleep, that chased away their own nightmares so that they could finally rest, do something as terrible as this?

The battalion as a whole listened in on her trial, and they had never been so relieved to hear their general’s voice cut in to save her. She wasn’t guilty, no she was betrayed. They all knew that the Jedi would have to let her back in, they would need to atone for their own betrayal of their commander. But then the little togruta had arrived at the barracks, arms wrapped around herself and only a small sack around her shoulders. She was leaving she told them through barely contained tears. She was leaving and she was sorry.

The battalion was devastated, but they understood why she was leaving. She had been betrayed by the very family that had raised her. She said goodbye to each trooper, saving Torrent for last. She wiped away Tup’s tears and winced slightly at the sheer force of Jesse and Fives’ hugs. Rex held out a pack full of credits and ration bars and finally let the depth of his grief show. He clung to his vod’ika for a long time before finally releasing her.

The days following they didn’t sleep. When they had to ship off to their fist mission without Ahsoka, the void left in her wake was apparent. The medics noted how much more sedative and painkillers they had to dispense now that Ahsoka’s calming presence was gone. The veterans were woken up more often to go help their vod with nightmares. General Skywalker was doing poorly as well, it didn’t surprise Rex much when he showed up in the barracks looking like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He didn’t help much with nightmares but it was more the sense that they were all grieving together at made them rest a little easier.

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-Star Wars Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Caregiver!Poe Dameron

Flip!Poe Dameron

Caregiver!Qui Gon Jinn

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Caregiver!Han Solo

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Regressor!Kylo Ren

Caregiver!Obi-Wan Kenobi + Regressor!Anakin Skywalker

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Caregiver!Finn + Regressor!Poe Dameron

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Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Han Solo

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Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

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secretsolarsystem · 1 year

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I would love to see an actor+Obikin au from you. I loved the interviews ewan and Hayden agve us an I would love to see Anakin and Obi-Wan in the modern world or any other world being actors. Do you think they would like each other?

bestie thank you sm for your patience...obviously got this a hot minute ago BUT!!! I am happy to say I have a short little something for you <3

this is inspired both by my refusal to let my time doing oral history go to waste and the fact that Ewan and Hayden are Aries men (it's actually only briefly mentioned but I think it's something we as a community need to acknowledge)

so pls enjoy this 1.5k modern au, actors au, my oral history skills have struck again! >:D mwahahahaha, welcome to my headcannon that Obi-Wan would absolutely be an Elton John stan, "we're both gay and british" !!! :D

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This week, the Coruscant Sun was lucky enough to snag interviews with the main cast of the new film coming later this year, Luminous Beings. Ever since the trailer dropped last week, giving audiences riveting teasers of action, romance, and a story sure to keep viewers on the edge of their seats, no one can stop talking about how much they can’t wait to see this star-studded movie.

Although, star-studded may not be the only thing this cast is – could they perhaps also be star-crossed? As the Sun sat down with leading lady Padmé Amidala and breakout actor Ahsoka Tano, we couldn’t help but ask what everyone else has been chomping at the bit to know: what is the deal with Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Ever since the press tour began, fans couldn’t help but speculate that the relationship between Skywalker and Kenobi may be more than professional. With lingering glances, smitten smiles, and familiar touches, it seems these two may have stepped out of their characters as friends and work partners and have become more-than-friends and perhaps even partners, sans ‘work.’

Here’s what Amidala had to say on the matter in her exclusive interview with the Sun last week:

CS: Can you tell us about the dynamics of the cast? You’re working with a familiar face, aren’t you?

PA: Yes! It’s so nice to work with Anakin again. You can tell he’s grown so much since that short film last year. I mean, if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be the lead of a full-length feature, right? He’s brought a new depth of emotion to his acting, but he’s still his charming, goofy self when we’re not rolling. Always playing pranks on everyone, doing silly stunts and getting himself hurt…It’s never a dull moment with Anakin, to be sure.

CS: We’re just as happy to see you two reunite! Have you made any new friends on set?

PA: I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I do think I’ve become really great friends with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Of course I’ve seen his work and seen him at events and such, before but to work with him has been such an honor. He brings so much to this film aside from his name: his grace, his knowledge, his understanding of the inner workings of movies and their characters. I think he’s really elevated everyone’s work without stifling anyone’s interpretation. And outside of work, he’s just amazing. So many stories, and – don’t tell anyone I told you this – he’s really good at karaoke.

CS: Oh, you have to tell us more.

PA: All I’ll say is he’s a big Elton John fan.

CS: So when are we getting an Obi-Wan Kenobi and Elton John collab?!

PA: [laughs]

CS: While we’re on the subject of these co-stars of yours, we’ve got to ask: do you know anything about what’s going on between Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

PA: Oh you have to ask, do you?

CS: [laughs] The readers will have our heads if we don’t!

PA: [laughs] Oh, I believe you. I’m afraid it isn’t my place to speculate on what they do outside of work, but there is a sort of magic between them when we’re on set. It’s like they’re each a half of the same mind. When one suggests a line change, the other has a new line in response in seconds. When one tries changing up the blocking, the other meets them move for move. And Anakin, you know, is a bit newer to the acting scene, and you can see him just absorbing every word of advice and praise Obi-Wan has for him. Obi-Wan, too, is eager to not only encourage Anakin throughout filming, but learn a thing or two himself. You can tell they genuinely respect each other and like working together, which has made the overall process of working all together really wonderful.

CS: So they’re all smiles when they’re together? That’s very cute, wouldn’t you say?

PA: Sometimes it’s cute, sometimes it’s nauseating.

CS: [laughs]

Later that week, we managed to sit down with Ahsoka Tano to discuss her first ever movie role. Of course, though, we had to ask the young star what she thought about the rumors surrounding Skywalker and Kenobi.

CS: You’re working with some pretty big actors for your first ever movie. That must be exciting!

AT: It is, and everyone’s been so welcoming and helpful. Anakin’s become a sort of older brother, always looking out for me but ‘making sure I stay humble’ – which is his nice way of saying he can pick on me, but no one else can.

CS: [laughs]

AT: And Padmé’s been so nice. She’s someone I can really confide in and go to for advice about a lot of things, acting-related or not. And Obi-Wan – he’s the best, but also intimidating.

CS: Intimidating?

AT: I mean, not in the way most people think, I guess. He does come to work on a motorcycle in a leather jacket and all that, but the second he’s not on his bike he’s in big sweaters and he wears these ridiculous glasses when reading over the script. But I guess because of his experience and the faith he puts in us as colleagues, you just really don’t want to let him down.

CS: Wow, that’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself, especially as someone who’s starting out.

AT: Yeah, but like you said, I’m putting it on myself.

CS: Do you think any of your co-stars feel similarly?

AT: I think Padmé’s always been sure of herself and her skills, which I really admire. Anakin is the cockiest guy you’ll ever meet, but I can see him looking for Obi-Wan’s approval a lot.

CS: Speaking of which, what do you think of the two of them? Of their dynamic?

AT: Well, first thing’s first: both of them are Aries men. So it’s utter chaos with either of them around, and it’s just impossible when they’re together.

CS: Oh? What makes them so ‘impossible’ together?

AT: When they’re getting along, it’s disgusting. All their smiles and the whispers in each other’s ears to make the other laugh, the way Anakin will rest his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder to read over the script in Obi-Wan’s hands even though Anakin has his own copy, the way they have to sit on the same end of the couch, even if no one else is sitting on it.

CS: That sounds pretty adorable.

AT: I think it’s gross, but I haven’t even gotten to when they aren’t getting along. They’re equally stubborn, even if Anakin goes hot where Obi-Wan goes cold. When they disagree about something, you do not want to be in the same room as them. Anakin yells, sometimes he throws things. Obi-Wan gets this really severe look and tone, and can say some nasty things. It’s hard to watch, honestly- Oh shit, this is all on the record, isn’t it?

CS: It is, is that alright?

AT: Eh, I guess their lovers’ spats can be known beyond the set.

CS: ‘Lovers,’ you say?

AT: [rolling her eyes] Nice try. Ask them about that, ask me about my job.

Ouch, but fair enough. We’ve done our best to get these possible love birds to sit down and talk, and readers, we have succeeded! Be on the lookout for an exclusive Obi-Wan and Anakin – or ‘obikin’ as some devout believers have dubbed them – next week!

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“Jesus, Snips,” Anakin groaned, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands. From where he sat next to him on the same end of the couch, Obi-Wan ran a soothing hand along his back.

“It’s really not so bad,” he tried, earning a muffled scoff from Anakin. “Really, what’s so bad?”

Bringing his head up, Anakin shot Obi-Wan a look of incredulity. “The way we’re always together? Our lovers’ spats? The way this paper claims we’re a couple and their interviews did nothing to dispute that?”

Laughing, Obi-Wan brought his hand up to caress Anakin’s cheek. “We’re not so subtle though, darling. We have to take some responsibility.”

Anakin pouted. “Never.” Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan moved his hand to tug at Anakin’s shoulder until he was tucked under Obi-Wan’s arm, their temples pressed together. “I just…I like our little bubble, Obi-Wan. I don’t want it to burst yet. I don’t want this to not be just ours anymore.”

Running a soothing hand along Anakin’s arm, Obi-Wan turned to press a kiss to his hair before smiling. “Then we’ll just have to have some fun in our interview, won’t we?”

Pulling away, Anakin looked to Obi-Wan with wide eyes. “We don’t have to pretend to hate each other, do we? I’m a good actor, Obi-Wan, but I don’t know if I could pull that off. Well- No, I definitely could, I just don’t want to.”

“No, we don’t have to pretend to hate each other,” Obi-Wan assured. “We can just…Be our normal selves.”

“But that’s what got us in this mess,” Anakin frowned.

“We’ll be our normal selves,” Obi-Wan repeated, “but if they ask us anything, we don’t give a straight answer.”

Anakin’s frown deepened. “But if we’re our normal selves, they’ll think we’re dating.”

“But they won’t get confirmation that we are. Keep them guessing.”

A small smile started to form on Anakin’s face. “Why would we do that, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan shrugged, smiling still. “It could be funny. Plus, it’ll be great press for the film.”

Now smiling fully, Anakin moved to straddle Obi-Wan, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders while Obi-Wan’s rested on his waist. “Oh, Obi-Wan, I’m so lucky to have a friend and coworker as smart as you.”

Laughing loudly, Obi-Wan voiced his agreement before surging up to kiss Anakin’s smiling lips.

prompt collection on ao3

#to answer ur question...I think they'd bite each others heads off #sometimes out of anger sometimes from aggressive kissing :]#ask #prompt #my writing #obikin

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graylinesspam · 2 years

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Kix is smitten with their new commander. Jesse knows that better than anyone considering the fact that his baar'ur won't shut the kriff up about her.

He's used to his baar'ur getting an itch about the things he was fascinated by. He's studied many things with his medics acess to the intergalactic web. Any subject that caught his fancy could be poured over and discussed for weeks.

But never has he been so obsessed with a person before. And never has it made Jesse so jealous.

He prided himself in being the most important person to his baar'ur. They'd chosen each other as platonic life mates after both of their batches had been scattered to the winds.

Kix was Jesse's medic. And Jesse wan kix's specialist.

They were a pair.

But now there always seems to be a spunky little pre-teen nesting in the share cot in the medbay when he wants to come in for his midday gossip.

Or tucked under his baar'ur's arm after duty when they're supposed to be relaxing in the rec room.

And sure, Jesse likes the kid ok. She's funny for sure. But he doesn't know why she has to be around all the kriffing time.

Some of Torrent have adopted her outright. It's the first time he's heard the word vod'ika spoken since they were all training under Alpha 17. And this one isn't even a clone.

Jesse doesn't understand what they're all enamored with. She's just some kid they all have to listen to.

They're trudging through a marsh the first time the commander gets shot. Honest to the maker shot and not grazed.

It's just a special squad from torrent. Two scouts and a specialist. And the commander of course. They're supposed to be scouting for seperatist scouting parties or any artillery tracks.

Not any serious work.

They don't notice the sniper droids perched on a ridge a click to the east until the bolt zips past Jesse's shoulder.

Two more blasts pop the air, a burst shot rifle apperently.

The second shot should have pierced right through his chest. But instead, Jesse found himself thrown forward, familiar invisible hands yanking him out of the line of danger. A perk of working with jedi.

But the last shot lands with a sizzling wet sound and the smell of burning flesh.

The party scatters and dives behind all manner tall plant life to disappear from the sniper's sights.

Jesse catches it, the moment the commander slides steadily through the mud and onto her knees behind a stalk tree.

She clutches her upper arm eyes wide and far off. Red bleeds between her fingers.

Kriff kriff kriff

There are a few more bursts of fire as he slides through the mud towards Ahsoka. Then a few more as all three troopers make a break for it.

Ahsoka slung across Jesse's shoulder.

She went surprisingly easy. As light as she was he almost threw her completely over his shoulder when he scooped her up. She weighed a lot less than a six foot soldier in twenty pounds of plastic armor and weaponry that's for sure.

Jesse had to adjust his hold as the mud and blood that was slowly sullying her abdomen compromised his grip.

"J-Jesse"? She asked dazed.

"Yes, sir."

"Did I get shot?"

"Yes, sir."

He was almost sure that in that moment they were both thinking the same thing. "I wish Kix was here."

When they'd retreated to a safe distance Vere tapped his pauldron. "We need to get her bleeding under control."

Bleeding. Right. Why would a blaster wound be bleeding?

Jesse paniced as he lowered her to the ground. He's trying to remember what Kix has told him about blaster wounds.

Usually, the plasma burns the wound closed. Bleeding could be a result of a nicked artery. Or, hopefully, the muscle had been penatrated at an awkward angle with her arms outstretched and lowering them had torn the burn open as the muscles shifted.

He really hoped The general's padawan wouldnt die on his watch.

She looked dazed. Eyes wide and fast away. Hand still clenched hard over her wound. She was clearly in shock.

Vere produced a roll of gauze and a small bacta patch from his belt.

"Alright vod'ika, let me see" he crooned soothingly to the distressed youngling.

Alsoka barely budged and Vere shot Jesse a look.

She's young, small, losing blood. And she's probably never been shot before. She's totally checked out.

Jesse's hand wrapped around hers and eased it away from the slick flesh so that Vere can fashion a makeshift tourniquet from the gauze roll.

She doesn't make a fuss during the whole process but flinches away when Vere starts to clean the area with spare gauze.

Jesse grabed her hands in his and pressed them to her lap. "Look at me kid." He waited until her hollow eyes moved to his face. "It's gonna be alright. Vere's gonna clean you up and we're gonna find Kix ok?"

It takes a moment but she nods slowly.

She isn't much more present for the trip back to camp. Eventually, Jesse lowers her from the shoulder carry and cradles her in both arms.

She's conscious but not present. Eyes slowly moving over his helmet every few minutes only to wander back the the foliage over his shoulder.

"Hey Jesse," she pipes up when they've almost made it back. "Am I really gonna make it?"

He's almost startled by the question. By the gentle sincerity in it. The hoarseness of her voice and the still unfocused gaze slipping over the face of his helmet.

"Course kid, it's just a flesh wound. No big deal."

She nods but he doesn't know if she believes him.

He doesn't know if she thinks she's slowly bleeding to death in his arms. He doesn't know how she feels about it. Other than her overtly calm reaction. She could die at any time really. They all could. Has the youngling already resigned herself the the concept of death on the battlefield?

Her hand covers his where it grips her shoulder and Jesse picks up the pace.

They burst into the camp with their sights on the medic tent. Jesse doesn't notice when the others split away to give the war tent their report.

He only notices when Kix looks up to see them coming. He's not wearing his helmet and Jesse notices when his face falls for only a second, the anxiety below revealed before it melts back away.

"What do we have?" his baar'ur asks in a measured tone as Jesse moves to drop her down on the closest cot.

"Blaster wound to the upper arm. It started bleeding a lot at first but Vere fashioned a field tourniquet and it's been dry for thirty minutes or so."

Kix has to sew the wound shut. The kid has to be restrained. Jesse grips her hand and her opposite shoulder as leverage to keep her still.

She squirms and cries through the whole procedure. But she makes it out only a little worse for wear. The distance has begun to clear from her eyes. The color returns to her skin. Kix gives her something for the pain and she finally eases into sleep.

Kix isn't going anywhere, however. He's stationed at her bedside. Only leaving to tend to the two other injured troopers.

Actually now that he thinks about it Kix might be coming back for him. Jesse is the one that hasn't left Ahsoka's side. He sat himself on a cot beside her. Kix does his rounds on every patient and comes back to sit next to him.

He wonders idly why he's sitting there but doesn't feel any urge to leave.

Kix is staring at him. "What is it baar'ur?"

Kix shakes his head for a minute then smiles his loose mischievous smile. The one reserved for Jesse. "She's getting to you. I told you she would"

Jesse rolls his eyes behind his helmet.

"She just got shot. Excuse me for worrying about the shiny."

Kix shakes his head again. "Not a shiny anymore. Surviving s blaster wound is a right of passage."

"Eh, she's still just a kid. No changing that with a little hole in her arm."

Kix looks at him for a moment. "It isn't her first right if passage y'know. Those teeth she wears, had to kill the monster that grew them herself. By her people's standards that makes her an adult."

Jesse grimaces. "Battle scars and trophies huh. So that makes her all grown up."

"About as grown up as you are." Kix snarks back.

"I'm not calling her vod'ika." Is all Jesse says. Stubborn denial slowly dying in his voice.

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