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darthgloris · 5 months
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2AM THOUGHTS #7: Ahsoka and Obi-Wan teasing Anakin after his first time with Y/N
Anakin walked into the mess hall, smiling. He caught sight of his Padawan and walked to her table to sit with her.
Ahsoka looked up at her Master and grinned teasingly at him. She noticed the small mound of love bites on his neck that were partially hidden by his chest plate and the red scratches on the back of his head that disappeared into his robes.
"Good morning, Romeo." She smirked, looking at his tousled hair.
He rolled his eyes at her, still grinning like an idiot. "Hey, Snips."
"I trust you've had a pleasant evening." She stifled a laugh, looking at his messy ensemble.
"Oh, you have no idea..." He smiled and rested his chin on his hand, replaying last night's scenario over and over again in his head with a goofy smile on his face.
Ahsoka gave him a teasing smile as her cheeks were puffed with her breakfast cereal.
"Hey, what's going on here? You're late-" Obi-Wan began to scold him, but stopped as he noticed Anakin's neck.
"Anakin got laid." Ahsoka said in a singsong tone, smirking at his lovestruck expression.
"Ahsoka!" He said through gritted teeth.
"Don't yap at her, you do a terrible job at hiding the evidence." Obi-Wan smirked and nodded at the purple marks on his neck.
"Turns out they both do." Ahsoka spoke, looking at Y/N as she took slow steps into the room. Well, 'dragging herself' was a better way to put it.
Anakin turned to look at her, his ego inflated by the way she was walking, her hair tousled and her neck littered with purple spots.
"Hey, you." She smiled as she neared the small group, giving his head a quick, loving stroke before sitting down next to him.
"Hey, you." He replied, grinning as he interlocked their fingers underneath the table.
"Ahem."
Both their heads snapped towards their friends, who were looking at them with fond but teasing smiles.
"You kids have fun last night?" Obi-Wan asked, chuckling as Ahsoka snorted and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Shut up, Obi-Wan..." Anakin groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
Ahsoka looked at Y/N and wiggled her eyebrows at her, to which she blushed and giggled lovingly, both at her teasing and at Anakin's shyness.
"You're adorable." She chuckled and pried his hands away from his face, fixing his hair and putting the little curls back in place.
They were most certainly never going to hear the end of it.
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candyfloss5000 · 1 month
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Silently praying that this new season of the bad batch will encourage people to write more fics about the batch 👀
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biggestsimponhere · 10 months
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Star wars women you will always be famous. I’m in love with them.
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demonwoman · 7 months
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broken attachments chapter 1
summary: set (mostly) in canon with the star wars prequels and og trilogy, you are a young force-sensitive individual that grows up overlooked, and unseen in jedi society. but your relationships to your master(s) and colleagues will cement your story as one of great strength, love, and pain.
characters mentioned: plo koon, yaddle, qui-gon jinn, obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker
wc: 2.4k // pairings: obi wan x reader, anakin x reader
cw: slow burn. angst. eventual smut and mild romance. female/afab reader, but no descriptions of body type or species beyond that. pretty big age gaps. slight misogyny lean - the jedi council is sexist and i stand by that. reader has parents and two baby siblings in the beginning and is a kid in this chapter!!! the relationship she's developing with obi wan and qui gon are completely age appropriate
important note: reader is 7 years older than anakin, 12 years older than ahsoka, 2 years older than padme, and 9 years younger than obi wan
a/n: i guess i'm writing star wars fanfic now. i basically planned the whole thing, this "chapter" is purely setup for how the reader fits in the canon timeline. but canon star wars timelines are shit, so i apologize if the math doesn't math correctly. i couldn't decide if i was going to do this as star wars x oc, or star wars x reader insert so who knows, this could get re-written later as oc fanfic. for now it's a reader insert
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Prologue
The Order found you when you were eight years old. You were entertaining your siblings with their favorite trick, floating small colored rocks in a circle around them so they could try and grab it with their chubby, toddler hands. But your parents had kept quiet about your sensitivity to the Force, because they were reluctant to give you up to the Jedi. A Kel Dor in dark robes and layers of beige came up to you just outside of your home, introduced himself as Plo Koon, and promised to teach you to hone those skills so you could lift things heavier than a few pebbles.
How could you say no? The promise of power was alluring to any child, and you were enamored with his small, but mighty displays of the Force as he levitated your sibling just out of your grip. 
When your parents ran outside and tried to shoo away the stranger, you tilted your head like an inquisitive animal. Your baby siblings were cooing and drooling over their fists, trying to eat the rocks which you gently pried from their hands. You jumped up, and held your baby brother in your arms, cradling him as the tall man began to reassure your parents that he was not a threat. You could sense your parent’s apprehension, but as Plo continued to converse, the feeling of tension rolled away. As soon as your brother began to fall asleep on your shoulders, Plo turned to you. 
“Are you able to leave now?” 
“Now?” Your eyes shifted over to your parents, as your mother’s eyes began to shine with fresh tears. She refused to sniffle, but the sadness radiating from her was clear. 
“Yes.”
“Will I see mommy and daddy again?” Your voice quavered, as the reality began to set in. 
“The Jedi forbid attachments in any form.” Plo answered honestly, which jarred you. “However, I will permit you to say goodbye to your family if you choose.” 
How could you say yes? The decision was too heavy for any child to make. However, the current politics of your home planet worried your parents, and a heavy presence of rogue groups made them reconsider their earlier reluctance. At the time, giving their eldest child to the Jedi seemed to be safer than letting her be discovered by a group of morally dubious, or even evil Force-users. 
You hugged your parents and siblings, who were too young to understand the permanence of your leaving. Your mother’s sadness quietly overwhelmed your soul, and your father’s tight hug physically overwhelmed your body. But you let go, and allowed the will of the Jedi Order to take over your being. You felt a wave of peace come over your body, as Plo touched your shoulders with his hands, perhaps as a gesture of comfort. 
It was a core memory for you - the memory of waving goodbye to your home planet, the memory of your baby siblings crying in your parent’s arms as they waved goodbye. Master Koon helped you pack your bag, as you held his hand tightly. You never cried, and you never protested as he walked over and guided you to the passenger ship that would deliver you to the Central Temple on Coruscant. 
But you never verbally agreed to joining the Order, however. At least not that you could remember. 
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Episode 1: The Overlooked Youngling
A year later…
You were tumbling around, giggling and playing with the other younglings in the Temple. You had played what you thought was a hilarious practical joke on Yaddle, one that in hindsight, she allowed you to “get away with.” Levitating a cup of liquids was the lesson, and you managed to complete your task first, and it came as no surprise when you tried to splash the fluids in your cup in Yaddle’s general direction. But the other younglings loved it, as you were being tossed around with the Force playfully by her, before being dropped unceremoniously. Quick as ever though, you managed to land on your feet, swinging your arms to balance yourself. There was a slight twinkle in her eye as she reprimanded you for disobeying orders, but no real punishment was enacted. 
Brushing off your uniform, you and your friend Aayla frolicked through the halls of the Temple, saying hi to the Jedi you recognized. All of them smiled courteously at you, some even stopping to wave back as you two were holding hands and running around. Your olive-skinned Twi’lek companion was a few years older, and taller than you, so her running pace outmatched yours by a fair bit. Struggling to keep up, your legs were working overtime, and you weren’t paying attention to where you were running, so before you could react, a pair of much taller men appeared in your field of vision just too late. 
Barreling straight into the shorter one, you let out a loud “oomf!” as the two of you collided. He seemed just as surprised as you, but the force of your body did not knock him over. Having learned from Yaddle’s previous lessons, you flipped over somewhat gracefully for a 9-year-old, and landed with your knees bent, feet solidly planted on the ground. Better than last time, you thought. You peered over, to see Aayla hiding behind a marble column - unwilling to take the blame for what happened. 
“I-I’m sorry, Master…?” Your voice trailed off, as you stood up fully to meet the gaze of the taller man. Long, brown hair and kind features weathered with age, a body dressed in robes similar to the first Jedi Master you had met. 
“Uhh…Master…umm..” You struggled to come up with a name, because you had never seen him before. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment as you realized this was a completely new face. Sensing your oncoming shame, he filled in the blanks for you. 
“Qui-Gon Jinn.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair the same way Plo did. You had latched onto Plo early on in your training, but he was rather distant, so your initial warmth to him faded with time. He was merely the Jedi who found you, he had no interest in acting as a parental figure beyond that. You repeated his name, slowly saying the syllables until you could pronounce it with the best attempt a child could. 
“What’s your name?” Qui-Gon asked. You responded obediently with your name, an abrupt change in tone to your mischievous nature earlier. The younger one frowned at you, but said nothing. 
“This is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He gestured to the man who you made first contact with. His face was much more stern, but you could see the little Padawan braid tucked behind his ear, contrasting with his short, lighter-colored hair. “I believe you owe him an apology for bumping into him.” 
“O-Oh! Of course!” You bowed respectfully, hands clapped to your sides as your head tipped down. “I’m sorry Obi-Wan. It won’t happen again.” A few seconds passed, as you made note of his scuffed boots, your eyes flickering up to him. The intense stare was too much for you, though. You caught Aayla’s twin tails peeking out from the same column from earlier, and made a mad dash to reunite with her. 
“You should be more approachable, my Padawan.” Qui-Gon brushed the upper arms of his robes, before resuming his walk. 
“Why is that? She’s the one who bumped into me.” Obi-Wan scoffed, hands in his pockets. 
“She’s just a child. But quite the enigmatic one. Not many younglings have the coordination she has.” The Master Jedi observed. “You shuffled your feet unevenly from the impact. She landed quite firmly, despite it being her mistake.” 
“I fail to see how this feedback is relevant.” Obi-Wan’s jaw clenched, as he recalled the clumsiness of his earlier actions. 
“You were a youngling too, not too long ago.” Qui-Gon’s obvious statement led Obi-Wan to let out a sigh. “It’s important that we let the children be children. Many of them come from broken homes, and it is always best to be patient and kind with them.” 
“I see.��� Obi-Wan sighed, twirling his braid unconsciously. 
“After hearing her name though, I’m surprised to have met her. She shares a connection with you, if you can believe it.” He stroked his beard in further thought, prompting his apprentice to question further. 
“I remember seeing her name in the databases. Master Koon found her quite late, similar to you. But she’s progressing quite fast, from what I’ve heard from the teachers. You may run into her again sooner than you think.” Qui-Gon’s pace halted, as he turned to face his Padawan. 
“But she’s just a kid.” Obi-Wan’s comment was laced with irritation. 
“Do you doubt me, Kenobi?” Qui-Gon asked with no hesitation. 
“I do not, Master.” 
“Good.” 
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Episode 2: The Unofficial Padawan
Qui-Gon’s prediction manifested itself in only a few months, as you continued to train under the Temple. The Council had determined you worthy of Padawan status at age 10, but unfortunately, they could not find a Master that did not already have a Padawan, and you knew the rules. One Master, one apprentice. You cried quietly in your room alone, when the news was broken to you. 
The best that the Council could offer was that you tag along with a Master that was willing to care for you, and teach you the ways of the Force. You would not take the Initiate Trials, you were forbidden to grow a braid or signify that you were in any way related to the Master you were studying under. They were forcibly stunting you, and you knew it. 
But the only one who was willing to take you under was none other than Qui-Gon himself. The bright and cheery-eyed 9-year-old you used to be, morphed into a sullen and serious 10 to 11-year old. Qui-Gon taught you well, making use of the time you had with him by focusing on your meditation skills and basic combat, without the use of a lightsaber. But you were forced to only observe the lessons between him and Obi-Wan, unable to participate. It was maddening, but Qui-Gon emphasized patience and strength in your mental training to “compensate” for the lack of physical work. 
There were moments where your meditation skills surpassed Obi-Wan’s. You were no match for him strength and speed-wise, so you dedicated all of your energy into interpreting Force visions and learning the diplomacy behind what it took to be a peace keeper. Qui-Gon allowed the two of you to spar sometimes, but he would mainly ask you to act as a “training dummy” for Obi-Wan, testing his defensive saber skills while you shot at him with a blaster set to stun. You never apologized for successfully hitting him three times with the stun bullets, by the way. He knew you were getting the short end of the stick, and it helped him if you were channeling your annoyance into making yourself a legitimate challenge to him. 
You recalled one of the many conversations you had with Obi-Wan, while you two were away accompanying some Jedi Knights on a diplomatic trip to Naboo. 
“Are you jealous?” He asked, nudging your arm. 
“Of what, you? No.” You scoffed. “Qui-Gon’s teachings are enough for me.”
“I know you’re lying, ___. I’ve seen the way you stare at our combat training. I know you want to join in.” He tried to act in what he felt was sincerity, but it just wasn’t the right time for you. 
“So? There’s nothing I can do about it. I have no Master. I won’t truly progress without one, and the Council has yet to tell me that there’s a teacher out there willing to take me.” You shut the book you had been reading in your hands, and tossed it at him. “You should read up on your Naboo public relations, by the way. Stop relying on me to fill you in on all of the diplomatic policies.” 
Obi-Wan caught the book without looking, and remained quiet for a beat or two. “I could be your Master.” He mumbled. 
“You?” You balked, feeling a wave of heat creep up your neck. “Why you?” 
His cheeks flushed, but he cleared his throat. “The Council likes me, so they’ll probably knight me soon. Once I become a Knight, I can take on a Padawan. And I’d like to train you.” 
“Oh yeah? And why would I wait around for that?” You crossed your arms, feeling the ship start its landing sequence. 
“I would hope that you find a Master willing to take you before I get knighted, ___. But if this continues, I am willing to teach you. I can teach you everything Qui-Gon’s taught me, and we can learn together.” 
“Is that a promise?” You asked, making direct eye contact with him. There was no malice in your tone, no sarcasm. Just the shadow of a quiet girl asking for validation. 
Obi-Wan did not respond verbally, as one of the Knights asked for you to line up behind him. Your head was turned around so you did not see it, but he nodded in response. 
So you stayed within the Order’s limits. As the years passed, your public persona evolved considerably from the excitable and happy youngling, to the “Jedi trainee” that was perhaps too wise for your years. Wise, patient, and kind were all terms thrown around to describe you. Qui-Gon continued to train you the best he could, under the restrictions provided. What you lacked in training, he made up for by spending more time with you, reassuring you that he was your caretaker. And you felt it, you felt the genuine love and warmth he had for you, one that differed from the relationship he had with Obi-Wan. He treated you more like a daughter than anything else. But it did not adequately replace the feeling you craved, of having a real mentor that was yours and yours alone. 
It did not lessen the pain of being alone. 
So when you were sixteen, and the news broke of Qui-Gon’s untimely death on Naboo, you were numb. You were developing a blanket of apathy towards the institution you had grown up in, and the wave of grief you weren’t allowed to feel made that blanket reach your heart. But a spark of hope popped up, as you remembered Obi-Wan had said to you many moons ago. 
That spark of hope fizzled out immediately when you met a 9-year-old Tatooine brat by the name of Anakin Skywalker, and watched the Council appoint him as Obi-Wan’s sole Padawan. 
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tsireyasyawntu · 7 months
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hello!!! i rlly love ur blog & i saw ur requests are open— can i request an ahsoka tano x fem! reader where the reader gets hurt in a mission, and ahsoka finds out when she sees her in the medbay and rushes to her bcuz she’s worried and possibly with a soft ending?
it’s alright now
ahsoka tano x fem! reader
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a heavy sigh slipped past ahsoka’s burgundy lips, her lengthy fingers coming to softly press down on the temple of her head.
the sound of clone troopers and jedi shuffling around her echoed off each ship awaiting departure. Ahsoka’s own ship was preparing to set off when her com link went off— catching the beyond exhausted togruta’s attention.
her half lidded, hazy blue eyes traveled down to the small device, catching the sight of the repetitive blinking light. her hand removed itself from her face, reaching down and grasping the com- hitting the button on the left side.
A medical clone was shown on the screen, confusion replacing her exhaustion- watching the clone straighten his back upon catching her eye.
“Commander Tano- I was told to com you about Commander L/n.” The clone spoke, immediately catching every ounce of ahsoka’s attention. “what?” she whispered out, eyes flickering away in a tired manner before straightening her own back and completely indulging.
“commander l/n was brought into the infirmary due to heavy wounds and excessive bleeding- she’s stable, but I was told to contact you just incase.” as each word left the clones mouth, ahsoka’s already hazy mind could barley comprehend what was being said- heavy wounds?— excessive bleeding?— were you okay? what did he mean by “stable”? 
“send me the coordinates immediately.” she commanded, earning a curt nod before the call ended- leaving nothing but an aching hole in the pit of ahsoka’s chest.
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the fatigue of her mind and the pure exhaustion tickling every tip of ahsoka’s body rocked her thoughts as her boots met the floor in a repetitive motion- fighting every urge in her form to not sprint to your medical bed- consuming her breaths inside her chest in order to fight her wants.
She ignored the strange glances and stares from the padawans and clones she quickly rushed by- her eyes immediately snapping to the large numbers above a certain medical door. “CN-00678”. your medical numbers.
Ahsoka halted her movements, her outstretched hand pausing its eagernesses to reach for the door handle. her breath hitched upon her big inhale, eyes momentarily closing- absorbing the feeling of the air flowing through her lungs.
furrowing her brows— she embraced herself for what she might see when she pulled open the door to your room.
the creek of the unattended plastic door was the first noise she heard- soon followed by the familiar beeping of a heart monitor. it was in slow, steady rhythms- a sound ahsoka didn’t know she would be so happy to hear.
her ocean blue eyes skidded through the floor of the room, hesitantly looking up once the bottom of the hospital bed came to view.
her eyes slowly trailed up, your blanket coming to view and soon following with your silhouette.
There you sat, upright; book in your hand and staring right at her.
“Ahsoka?”
relief flooded every inch of her body- lungs deflating of stress.
she released the door and rushed to you, ignoring your small giggle as she wrapped her toned arms around your back, stuffing her head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. you hummed, dropping your book and grabbing onto her elbow, smiling into the desperate hug. you could tell she was scared, her body was shaking lightly, her breaths were deep and shaky. you hated seeing her like this- hated it.
“oh, ahsoka. I’m sorry.” you whispered by her ear, hands finding her back and massaging up and down. she didn’t say anything, only absorbing the feeling of being in your presence- in being with you.
her arms tightened their grip around you, squeezing you tightly yet so, so gently, as if you were glass- as if she knew where all your wounds were.
“i’m sorry, ‘soka.” she shifted lightly at your words, still not letting you go— and you wonder what exactly she was told. sometimes doctors seem to overreact and explain things in a way that made it seem as if the situation was much worse than it truly was.
“don’t apologize. don’t.” she whispered into your neck, the vibration of her voice tickling your skin. you nodded surely, smiling softly at her desperate touch on you although she couldn’t see it.
you both stayed like that for a while, soaking in one another’s embrace- holding and loving. You kissed her bare shoulder, lips picking at the peaking skin through the war armor.
“i love you. i’m sorry for worrying you. sometimes these doctors exaggerate things, my love.” you giggled out, but not missing how how she didn’t laugh.
“i… i’m sorry i didn’t come sooner.” your brows furrowed at her words, pushing her off of you to look her in the eyes.
“what? ahsoka, don’t you dare apologize. don’t.” you said sternly, catching her saddened eyes.
“i love you. i’m okay. you’re okay. we,” you motioned around you both to the room around you- to your bandages and to ahsoka’s armor. “we are okay.” you kissed her nose, smiling against her and leaning your forehead against hers- watching her teary eyes blink away the water of fear that has spilled through them.
“i.. i love you too.” she said back, and you wiped a small tear as it slipped down her cheek, kissing the place you swiped it from.
“i love you most.”
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anakiinhighwalker · 10 months
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How they react when you’re injured please? Thank you!
evil laughter. i woll make a part 2 if asked….
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— Obi Wan Kenobi
Poor Obi Wan. First it’s Anakin getting blasted and now it’s you in the medical bay getting patched up. He can’t help it at this point; he immediately assumes the worst. It’s second nature for him to worry about the people he cares about at this point. I don’t think there’s a day where Obi Wan doesn’t worry about something, which is both sad and kinda impressive for the old man (affectionately).
He has a bad habit of holding his breath before he sees you. It just adds to his feeling of being suffocated of hearing you get hurt. Is it melodramatic? A bit. But it just makes his love for you all that blatantly obvious; he literally can’t breathe if you’re not okay
Honestly, I don’t think it depends on the severity of the wound—Obi Wan will worry. He’s seen someone as powerful as his master get killed by a simple stab (although it was with a lightsaber). Obi Wan knows that any wound, regardless of how small or miniscule it can appear, can bring unseen consequences with it. Better safe than sorry is his motto, for anything really.
Constant testing, constant checking. I swear by the time Obi Wan’s done inspecting you himself, he’ll have a PhD.
It’s tough for Obi Wan to conceal his worry. He attempts to mask his worry with frustration towards the situation at hand but it can only convince so many people. You don’t know why, but Obi Wan always lets his professional Jedi mask slip when you’re any type of injured. He can’t ever seem not worried over you and there’s been too many close calls where Yoda raises an eyebrow at Obi Wan’s tenderness towards you.
He vents to Yoda that you shouldn’t be getting hurt and that it’s not fair. But he does it in his own, poised manner of venting. He’s very subtle when he’s venting because he doesn’t like to yell nor complain outright; It’s a quiet, seething type. Maybe there’s some untapped anger deep inside of him sitting about, piling up at the very fact someone had the opening to hurt you.
“This is ridiculous. How can the fleet expect to protect the capital if they can’t even protect them? They’re in the infirmary now and it’s because I was too distracted with droids.”
He’s just feeling too many things. Any anger he feels is stemming directly from the fact he wants to so desperately protect you from everything and anything bad. Don’t hold it against him if he’s moody or in a bad mood. Obi Wan loves you deeply—more than a man of his status should—so the aspect of harm coming to you unsettles him to a disturbing amount. That and mixed with his unresolved emotions towards his master’s death? The way the war has shaped and molded him? :(
Please please please reassure General Kenobi. He needs you to straighten him out so he can work properly.
— Anakin Skywalker (Deftones Liker)
It’s like Anakin adapted Obi Wan’s worrying but then added his little Ani twist to it and now it’s Anakin worrying AND being livid. This man has destroyed and mauled droids for blasting too close to you and I’m pretty sure if he could, he would’ve beat the shit out of the senator who messed with you. I don’t think Anakin has a chill button when it comes to you.
He’s too worried, in fact. He can become overbearing very quickly if you don’t check him. I’m talking Obi Wan’s checks but combine that with constant questioning and no chill at all. Anakin will very quickly overwhelm both the nurses and you with his frequent checking. So much so that you’re not sure if you’re secret relationship will be so secret afterwards (not that it was hidden that much in the first place tbh).
It’s even worse if Anakin can find the person or thing that hurt you. Whoever let Anakin roam free with his lightsaber and no therapy is the TRUE menace to society. Because the DAMAGE he will do if he’s unrestraint, oooh Lordy. I’m not even sure if I can say Anakin won’t kill a man for hurting you. You’re way too precious to him to care about someone else’s well-being, and especially if that person hurt you? Bye. They’re goners.
Obi Wan doesn’t panic, he silently worries. Anakin does panics and probably gets overwhelmed from how much he panics. He makes Ahsoka and Rex worry with him unknowingly with how he paces about. He, like his master, also has a habit of constantly checking your wounds and injuries to reassure himself that it’s not that grave. I honestly think Anakin puts a fairly decent amount of guilt on himself since he feels like he couldn’t protect you despite being such a highly regarded Jedi.
Would cry a little in all honesty. Anakins very emotional and he needs you to tell him to relax and to calm down because I really think Anakin can’t do that himself. He puts so much time, effort and love into your relationship that if you were to leave in any way, I don’t think it’s too far off to say Anakin would be shattered.
Angry venting to Obi Wan and Rex. If he doesn’t vent, he paces and overthinks and scowls. Honestly, at this stage is when Anakin could be really be tempted by the dark side if he’s not reassured your recovery. I think ROTS speaks for itself lol.
Once you’re safe and healthy, the way this man is so relieved and he always reminds you how much he loves you.
— Ahsoka Tano
Old trauma flares up. Ahsoka saw so much as a teenager during the Clone Wars and she’s still seen so much now as a leader for the Rebellion. The fact you’re harmed? What’s she suppose to do? Like her master, Ahsoka feels self pity and guilt at the fact she could not stop blaster fire from hurting you.
Ahsoka was never a crybaby when someone got hurt or died, she only has a faded memory of crying a little when Obi Wan was fatally ‘shot’ by a bounty hunter she doesn’t even remember the name of. So she won’t cry when she hears of your injury. But the way any Force sensitive person could feel her sorrow. I honestly believe Ahsoka’s guilt and deep melancholy would have a domino effect on people.
She’s learned to keep her cool and to be refined like a Jedi in combat because if she’s not, she could end up like him. Ahsoka, both with time and with becoming a leader, has learned to remain calm and quiet during tough times. Her quietness is both for good and bad. Good for others, who assume their leader is not afraid and unmoving at the Empire’s threat. But bad for herself—she becomes recluse and guards even the most deplorable, horrid feelings with mental guards.
Sort of pushes you to the back of her mind. She has to focus on the success of the Rebellion and how to undo everything the Empire has done; Ahsoka doesn’t have time to grieve or feel sorry for herself. She has to step up as the leading command of the biggest revolt against the Empire.
Silent over-thinker who really needs a break. She mimics Anakin’s nervous habits without even thinking. Pacing in her room, overthinking, scowling, it’s so ironic how she can be so similar to Anakin when she doesn’t paint herself as a wise, strong and sort of ethereal leader.
When you’re okay, Ahsoka asks everyone to leave you to be. And she finally lets her guard down and hugs you tight, so afraid she would have lost you to whatever battle you were fighting. She was so ready for the pain of the loss that it always gives her a happy surprise you’re always bouncing back better. It’s kinda sad to say, but Ahsoka has been surrounded by loss her entire life so the possibility of you leaving isn’t as frightening as it should be. She doesn’t know if thats healthy.
You kiss her cheek and she stops dissociating. You clear her blurry, rushed thoughts and soothe her sorrows and traumas. :)
— Luke Skywalker
This boy is human disaster Anakin Skywalker’s son. He’s practically BESTIES with worrying and overthinking! He doesn’t mean to worry, since Luke believes the Jedi way is one with mental stability and without struggle of overbearing emotions. But tuen again, Luke’s also a Skywalker. He attempts to appear this graceful Jedi who won’t freak out but we all know Luke is worrying his bowl cut off thinking about you.
I dont know if it’s a Skywalker family thing, but Luke really worries himself horribly thinking about the fact you might, even for a split second, die. That grave idea of death haunts him even if it doesn’t show behind his cool attitude and collected persona. He just deeply cares about you; he adores you beyond measure so the lingering thought in the back of his head of your demise is something that just—frightens the poor guy.
Although worried, he will put heavy amounts of trust and huge amounts of pressure (unknowingly) onto the doctors and medics doing everything they can to ensure you don’t pay an early visit to Luke’s hot dad. Like he’ll put a gloved hand onto the medic’s shoulder, tighten his grip a bit and go, “They’ll be okay, right? I don’t have to worry, right?” with his imposing stance and intense stare. I swear Luke sometimes scares people without meaning to.
Fighting himself a little bit. One side is like, ‘your feelings are valid, Luke. You have every right to be concerned over them—what if they pass like aunt and uncle?’ but the other side is like ‘No Luke, you need to be the Jedi that your dad and that Ben Kenobi wanted you to be.’ so often Luke is between the rift of wanting to feel as selfishly as a human feels but also feeling as selflessly as a Jedi would. What an unfair world, unfair circumstances too. Neither of you deserve this outcome.
He loves visiting you anytime he can, he loves having Han bug you to check up on you even if Han does tease you a little because your leg is broken. (Thank Luke for getting you stuck with Han Solo for the next few days. Fyi, Han is not the greatest bedside nurse. He’s probably the worst bedside nurse. He won’t even put on the hot nurse skirt, either!)
Not much else. If you get better, Luke recovers from his limbo of constant infighting in that noggin of his. If you don’t, well, we don’t have to go down the rabbithole that is Luke’s easy susceptibility into long periods of depression. Stares HARD at older Luke.
When you get back and moving, it’s just a relief for him. :)
— Padme Amidala
Eerily calm, like very eerily calm. I don’t know how she can stand to be so calm but it’s honestly very just Padme for her to not outright show so much explosive emotions; that’s not how she was raised, afterall. Even in her most dire moments, Padme can cry yes but I don’t feel as though she’s the type to have earth shattering outbursts although she does experience. She’s just never displayed them.
It eats at her though, no matter where she is. There she could be listening to some senator go on and on about their trade routes and how the Separatist scum have crested rifts in business and all Padme can think about is you. Just you. Your well-being and recovery is the only thing so very valuable to her in those moments.
She visits often and her aura of calm and poised position comforts you. At least one of you has the ability to remain so level-headed even during such difficult times. Her lessons and etiquettes in manners really kick in, her back sat straight and her gentle hand on yours everything but out of place. Padme is so gentle and softspoken with you that it shocks you she can be such, well, a princess even when shit hits the fan. She really is ready to be a professional senator, isn’t she?
Will argue with nurses and doctors to see you. I don’t care, that woman is doing everything in her power to constantly check up on you. Even if it’s getting Anakin to get up from his couch to check on you or getting 3po go make the journey into the medbay. You’ll either grow exasperated with her persistence to check up on you or you’ll find it incredibly attractive.
Her handmaidens make sure you’re okay too after you’re discharged from the hospital. Sabé stays with you throughout your whole recovery when Padme can’t be with you. And when she is with you, I dont think I can explain how caring she will be. How simply and utterly devoted Padme will become to taking care of you—it will probably make others jealous that such a beautiful woman loves you so much.
Chats with senator Organa about you. Discussing your situation and Organa being the amazing person he is, comforting Padme’s each and every worry. He also just kinda likes the gossip Padme tells him. Not to mention, you and Padme are cute together lol he loves to see y’all thrive.
Kisses. So many kisses. She sneaks in cheek and direct kisses whenever she can; Sneaky kisses, gentle kisses, adoring kisses and apologetic kisses. Padme will do all she can to see you smile, because your smile is the most precious thing to her.
— Mundi
idk but he’ll prolly hit the california girls dance on u lol for getting hurt
ditches u for one of his other wives (is that still canon???)
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The types my favourite Star Wars characters would fall for:
Includes Obi-Wan Kenobi, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Ahsoka Tano, and Captain Rex
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Obi-Wan Kenobi:
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Obi-Wan is a man who needs some escapism in his life. He has devoted his entire life to the Jedi order, and he had followed the rules with much devout, but from time to time, things get too overwhelming for him. He’d fall for someone who’d shield him from those moments. A person who offers him solitude and warmth. It doesn’t necessarily have to be an affectionate s/o, words can have a large impact as well. Remind him that he is still there, and that the war will be over someday. Grab his hand, run your fingers through his hair, anything to get his mind off of the things going on in his life. A person to run to, who he can confide in. No one even knows about you, and Obi-Wan is keen on keeping it that way. Though Anakin has somewhat of an idea who you are, he’ll never say it, much to the delight of Obi-Wan. He even helps his master cover up when someone mentions you.
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Leia Organa:
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No one can convince me that Leia doesn’t absolutely adore authors. She loves to read when she has tiny moments to herself, and her collection is huge. She used to aspire to write a book herself one day, but she abandoned the idea after Alderaan fell. But then she meets you. And she reads your works and becomes inspired all over again. Because the language you use? Your manner of writing? Immaculate. She’ll ask for tiny blurbs often, being incredibly invested in your current works. Though her dreams of writing have long left her, this does not mean she wouldn’t want to not help you. She actually gives you a lot of inspired through stories told orally. The things she went through deserve to be written down, whether she does it or not. One day, you’ll surprise her with a bundle of the stories she told you, but written down in beautiful calligraphy. She becomes absolutely ecstatic. The usually stoic and stern Leia just bursts out laughing in glee, clutching the book in gratitude as she flips through the pages. After that, you cannot expect her to ever let you go.
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Han Solo:
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Han would be attracted to someone who is confident in every single definition of the word. Someone who knows exactly what they say, and means it. Someone who acts on promises, but also does things for their own if they want to. He’d be the person to fall for someone who goes to the mall in their pyjamas. Someone who genuinely doesn’t care about what others think. Bonus points if you like to make witty and/or sarcastic remarks. Playful banter is his way of flirting, and having someone who returns that gesture, makes him feel all woozy inside. Run along with his age old arguing with Lando, and this man is done for. This doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be exactly like him, but if you are able to match his energy, he falls. And there won’t even be a question about it. Sure, he approaches you out of looks at first, but once you return his pick up line with one of your own, he freezes and simply stares at you. He’d probably say something cheesy along the lines of “where have you been my entire life?”.
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Poe Dameron:
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GIVE THIS MAN A SUNSHINE S/O! Someone who makes him smile without missing a beat. Someone who runs around spreading glee to everyone around them. You’d think he’d be into the Han type - if you will - but he has a soft spot for the genuine things in this universe. Someone who is willing to try to make others happy, more than they wish to be happy themselves. And once he gets to know you, he begins to see this problem. Don’t get me wrong, he still loves the fact you are willing to cheer every single person up, but he sees it goes at cost of your love for yourself. And this man will remind you exactly how much you should love yourself: words, actions, affections, gifts; you name it, he does it. And he tends to pick up on your habits. Once it becomes too much for you, he’ll sit somewhere quiet with you and reverse the rolls. Now, he is trying to make you laugh. With jokes, stories or stupid faces. He doesn’t care. The first time he met you, he slipped over a droid because his eyes were glued onto you. You have always seen it as something he simply is: he is a clumsy person. In truth, he isn’t. He knows you think this, but you simply surprised him at your first meeting. But the incident made you laugh so much, he ‘accidentally’ walks against objects occasionally. Just to hear you laugh again.
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Din Djarin:
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Din is very much tough looks, sweet heart. His type would not be someone exactly like that, but he would completely into someone with a kind heart. As a bounty hunter, he’s had his fights and quarrels, so something kind is rare in his eyes. He’d meet you at a local pub, looking for his bounty, when you offer assistance. In your defence, you had no idea he was hunting. You thought he was going to visit an old friend of him. And that is what he initially told you. But after your entire journey, he found himself taking your kindness to his advantage. And it got you into some pretty serious danger. After finishing his bounty, he went back to get you. To properly apologise, for a start. And then you met Grogu, and the click was immediate. Your soft voice, gentle touch, cooing eyes. And that is when he knew he was done for. Now it’s all sunshine and sunshine protector with him. He will be the last person to ever take advantage of your kindness. Anyone else tries and they’re gone. Ironically, it is somewhat endearing.
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Ahsoka Tano:
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Ahsoka has a lot of energy. Sure, she can be calm, didactive, and observant, but she is a raging ball of energy. Lots of impulsive actions, whether they are good or not. She’d love someone who’d go with her head first into stupid decisions, but who could also tell her to calm it every so often. On missions, she is almost always at your side, or at least near you. When she tells the troopers to stay out, you can almost figure out her next move. Please, run to her and tell her to think it through, or at least to wait a little longer. She tends to be stubborn and will sometimes react that onto you, but she doesn’t mean it in a bad way. There will be times she has a huge dip in her mood. When she has spent all her energy, which usually happens after battles or rescue missions. Her face is planted into the pillows, groaning in exhaustion. Then, all she really needs is you to lay next to her. To use you as her pillow when you do. Your gentle breathing and the beating of your heart does miracles to her head. 10/10 would recommend Ahsoka cuddles.
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Captain Rex:
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Listen, Rex is exhausted. Like, 90% of the time. Completely done and half asleep. When he arrives back on Coruscant, he doesn’t return to his quarters. He runs straight to your apartment, tearing his armour off the second he sets foot in your room. You’re usually already fast asleep around the time he comes back home. He will wash up quickly before joining you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a soft kiss in the crook of your neck and silently bidding you goodnight. He doesn’t need someone who will wake up for him, or get him gifts. Of course, the gesture goes appreciated, but he loves to simply have someone there for him. Someone he can go to after the war and simply lead a domestic life with. Baking apple pie, making the bed, grocery shopping, adopt a pet, maybe even marriage or kids. That’s what he wants most. He’s simply looking for someone who can offer that to him. Someone to settle down with, even when he is still in the midst of the war.
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Praise Kink with Ahsoka Tano
Kinktober Day Ten!
AHSOKA TANO X MASC FEM!READER
Word Count: 3.6K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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WARNINGS: Swearing, praise kink, shower sex, tecnhincally interspecies (even though she's humanoid), human x togrutan, fingering (r!giving), pussy eating (r!giving) sub!Ahsoka, dom!reader, lots of star wars nonsense that is totally accurate (I know too much)
SYNOPSIS: 2 years after Order 66, Ahsoka finds herself on planet Socorro in a mining town when she is paired with you during one shift rotation. She always admired you from afar, and then when you called her a 'good girl' during work... It was over for Ahsoka before she even knew it.
DISCLAIMER: This is set 2 years after the final events of The Clone Wars season 7. Ahsoka is 19 for this, she is not underage!!
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Two years… It had been two long years since the order had come down. Order 66… the command that destroyed not only her life, but her Republic. Everything had fallen, and after two painfully long years, she was still hiding behind a fake name, and a fake life.
Ahsoka Tano was dead. No name Ashla had taken the driver’s seat. And her entire life was now different than she’s known in her entire existence.
Traveling from sector to sector, simply escaping the Empire’s grasp, it was difficult to not only make “friends” but remember a time where Ahsoka wasn’t just someone who did manual labor for credits to survive. When she escaped a planet after the Empire arrived, which was on so many occasions, she was forced to resort to either thievery or stowing away on a cargo freighter, hoping that wherever her next destination is, it wasn’t under Sidious’s control.
It's how she found herself on Socorro. It would make sense that this planet was off the Empire’s radar. The gold system was too far out of their jurisdiction, and it was extremely low profile to operate the spice trade routes that were close to the planet’s surface. Places where pirates would stop to refuel before continuing on their run.
But beyond that, it was a mining planet. Found on the asteroid belts was the rich material Doonium. Starships wouldn’t exist without this metal, and every day Ahsoka would take the short-range transport to the asteroid belt to participate in the mine, and then return to her incredibly shitty apartment and her shitty life.
Mining was brutal work. Ahsoka witnessed her fellow coworkers on many occasions use a pain damper before getting off the shuttle and suiting up for work. Due to her vigorous training at the Jedi Academy, however, Ahsoka had a massively high pain tolerance. She took blasters point-blank to the shoulder and was Anakin Skywalker’s padawan for Force’s sake. She could handle the mines without a pain damper.
But there was one other person that she’s never seen use any patches or stimulants before suiting up in the mine… And that was you.
Ahsoka noticed you when she first arrived at the planet. Some people assumed she wasn’t the type of girl that was used to hard work, and so many men had tried to help her with the heavy lifting, but she showed that she was more than capable of carrying her own weight.
You didn’t attempt to help her. You saw her and barely passed a second glance to her as you pulled on the mining suit on the right side of the changing station. Ahsoka was on the left side, and she tried her best to not glance over her shoulder at you, but it wasn’t easy.
Your body was strong… muscles rippled over the surface, and many scars creasing into your skin as you pulled the pants of the suit over your legs and zipped up the front. Ahsoka noticed that you were already sweating, your undershirt sticking to your back as you simply ignored it and tugged on the top half and zipped the rest of the suit on before adding your anti-grav boots, so you didn’t sail off into space.
Ahsoka was so busy watching you test your boots to make sure that they were working that the sound of someone getting her attention nearly made her fall over. The shift leader began to debrief the miners before they headed out and Ahsoka quickly pulled on the rest of her suit to not slow anybody else down.
“Listen up,” The shift lead shouted over the commotion. “We got reports yesterday of carbon leaks on the asteroid’s surface! Everyone triple-check your boots! You get hit with a carbon geyser, you will be launched into orbit, and we will not be sending a ship out to get you. Let’s make some money today, folks!”
Ahsoka snapped on her helmet and saw you simply walk past her. At standing almost half a foot taller than her, it was hard not to notice you… She didn’t like how her heart raced when she saw you working in close proximity with her all day long.
You checked your blaster for almost the fourth time, swearing loud enough that she heard you through the short-range comm channel. “Damn it, this thing is on the fritz.”
“Do you know what’s wrong with it?” Ahsoka questioned as she checked her own mining laser out of paranoia.
She watched you pause in the walk, and you twisted the barrel off and pulled apart the cautionary pulser. “I think the cooling unit is misfiring,” Was all you said before putting the weapon back together. Ahsoka felt her stripes darken at seeing how fluidly you took apart your weapon and put it back together, like you had been doing this forever.
“Hope it doesn’t explode,” Ahsoka mumbled, stepping around your assigned ore crawler droid and locating a small vein of Doonium. Very carefully, she used the laser to cut out the portion of the metal before she got down on her knees and wretched the material free with her hands. You stood by her, making sure that she was safe during the extraction process and Ahsoka placed the Doonium on the droid to carry for you both.
The silence between both of you was somewhat uncomfortable and Ahsoka attempted to make conversation as you located your own mineral deposit. “How long have you been doing this?”
You shrugged, tucking the blaster in the holster on your thigh before crouching down and chipping away parts of the asteroid’s surface to extract the metal.
“Hard to remember. I used to count the rotations when I first got here… now it’s just another day after almost seven years.”
SEVEN YEARS?! Ahsoka gaped at you, seeing you effortlessly pull the ore free and hand it off to the droid. No wonder you were fucking jacked with all of that muscle. Her eyes focused on your biceps which flexed inside of your suit, almost like the material was your second skin. On someone else it was baggy, but it fit you like a glove. Her heart raced even faster.
“I can hear you breathing hard,” You said after you stood up, looking over at Ahsoka and watching her eyes widen behind the glass mask on her helmet. “You getting tired yet?”
Ahsoka spun her blaster dramatically and smirked a little. “Please, we just got started.”
“Settle in then, sweetheart,” You smiled back. Ahsoka ignored how her stomachs flipped when you called her that. “We’re in for a long day.”
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Definitely one of the longer days for poor Ahsoka. She spent almost the entire fucking shift staring at you whenever you showed off your incredible muscle and strength. And whenever it was her turn to extract a vein of Doonium, you stood right behind her and made sure she didn’t accidentally drop the metal on your mining droid or herself.
You were carefully using the laser on the asteroid wall where a pretty large deposit was and Ahsoka was tasked with making sure it didn’t fall and break open the surface.
“Easy,” You carefully cut out another section of the wall and Ahsoka kept both hands on the ore while she was slowly lowering it down. Why did this metal have to be so damned heavy. “Easy… don’t let it fall—”
“I’ve got it, relax,” Ahsoka said with no real bite in her voice.
You rolled your eyes. “Ashla, if it breaks the surface, a carbon deposit can break open and blast us into space. You want that?”
Ahsoka stayed silent, rolling her eyes a little but taking your advice, nonetheless. She took her time and slowly lowered the vein down to the ground and you marked it with a metal tag for the larger droids to retrieve later.
“Perfect, good girl,” You teased. Ahsoka felt like you just reached into her chest and squeezed her lungs. Why did those two simple words send her spiraling? Her body had never felt hotter in her entire life than after hearing you say that to her. “Whistle’s gonna blow in a few. Ready to head back?”
“Definitely.” Ahsoka deactivated her laser and watched you do the same. She was thankful that the gun didn’t overheat, or that either of you had busted a carbon deposit, so all things considered, a successful day.
When you two returned to the shuttle, it no longer felt like you were strangers. Which meant Ahsoka stood closer to you while you were stripping off your suit. Ahsoka was in the middle of unstrapping her boots when the zipper sound had her look up very briefly. She saw you shimmy the sleeves off your muscles and almost lost her breath when she saw how your undershirt had hiked up, sticking to your sweaty skin.
You didn’t notice, or pretended not to notice her staring as you stretched your arms up, shirt going up even higher and showing off the underside of your breasts in the process. Ahsoka immediately looked back down, and you noticed how her lekku stripes went even darker than before. 
“We’re the only two that finished so early,” You sat down next to her and removed the boots while Ahsoka was fumbling with the zipper of her suit. “You gonna shower in the port or wait til your planetside?”
Ahsoka shook her head. “Nope. As soon as this is off, I’m getting in the fresher. I don’t want to be sticky going back, that’s the worst feeling in the world.”
“Depends on where said stickiness is,” Ahsoka immediately inhaled roughly, looking up at you while you smirked and leaned back a little bit where you were sitting. What exactly were you implying? “You know… the best kind of showers are the save-water kind?”
“I d-don’t understand what you—” You reached out and before Ahsoka could realize what you were doing, one of your fingertips trailed down the side of her right lekku. A shudder raced over her entire body and she couldn’t stop the tiny whine that left her mouth.
“I’m not trynna assume, Ashla,” You started, gently putting your thumb and forefinger to her jaw and tilting her head up a little to look in her eyes. “But… I feel like we’re both into each other… Maybe we do something about this intense tension?”
“There’s no tension between us,” Ahsoka cleared her throat and bit down on her full bottom-lip. You simply chuckled and scooted closer, taking hold of her chin and forcing her to look up at you. Those deep ocean-blue eyes made your heart pound.
“Want you to look me in the eyes,” You started, your voice gruffer than normal. “And tell me you don’t want me to fuck you.”
The silence between you two was almost comical as Ahsoka gaped up at you. That was literally the only thing you could possibly need as you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, right next to her lekku that shivered with contact. “Let’s go, pretty girl. Let me make you feel good.”
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Momentary lapse in judgement and giving into her carnal desires was something she had never done before. This was as uncharted as the territory gets for the ex-Jedi. Up until this very moment, Ahsoka had never been touched in an intimate way… And now she was experiencing pleasure like she’s never known before.
Can she say that she went through her whole life without touching herself? Hell no. Ahsoka wasn’t some purity saint… but she couldn’t fathom this ever happening to her.
The second you two were alone in the showers at the port, you were pushing her into one of the stalls and stripped off every single piece of clothing attached to both of your bodies before you turned on the water and got to work.
Ahsoka expected a lot of things… but you getting on your knees in front of her and spreading her legs apart wasn’t one of them. You smirked under the spray of water, noticing the markings from her face were also littering her body from her forearms to her thighs, and even on her pelvis just above her cunt. You were borderline hypnotized, stroking your fingers across her outer thighs and slotting between her legs.
Ahsoka felt ridiculous. At just 19, she had no idea how to please anybody. If you asked for her to return the pleasure, Ahsoka was terrified she was going to let you down.
“W-W-Wait, wait, wait, hold on,” Ahsoka scrambled, reaching for your hair and giving it the softest tug to pull you away before your mouth could touch her. The look of disdain was written across your features and Ahsoka felt like she was already letting you down. “I just… give me a second, this is…”
“Ashla,” You spoke her fake name and for a second, she wondered what it would sound like if you said her real one. Very slowly, you stood up from your knees and in front of her, frowning and taking the blunt force of the water streaming down from the showerhead. “Calm down… we aren’t doing anything wrong. We’re both adults, we can do whatever we—”
“That’s not it,” Ahsoka pressed her hands to your chest, her orange skin contrasting against your human tones. “It’s not that I’m… I’ve never done this before. I don’t—”
“Oh, Ashla,” You cooed in the softest tone she’s heard from you. You once again got to see her stripes darken and it was so beautiful to see how a Togrutan blushed up close and personal. “This isn’t about me. The only thing on my mind is to make you feel good.”
“But that isn’t right,” Ahsoka pouted. “I should… I should return the gesture, shouldn’t I?”
“Oh please,” You dropped forward, one of your massive forearms going just up above her horned montrals, making her stumble back and inhale harder than intended. “Forget what you know about sex, Ashla. Let me show you a new perspective.”
To be fair, she didn’t know much… Of course, when she felt your fingers slide across her abdomen and dip between her legs, she swore that she felt the sweet caress of the force all over again. Your fingers slid between her slick folds and Ahsoka had no choice but to grab your shoulders and press her back into the warm durasteel wall of the fresher.
“That’s it,” You breathed, pressing a soft kiss against her lekku and sending another shockwave through her body. Your fingers were so gentle against her, in contrast to her initial thoughts of what you had in store for her. “That’s it, good girl… feels good, Ashla?”
All she could manage was a soft nod, leaning her forehead against your chest. You smirked, resting your chin between her horns and continued to whisper soft praise to her. It seemed that it was a weakness she didn’t know she had.
“You’re so pretty, Ashla,” You gently kissed her face again, fingers sliding from her clit down to her entrance and making her inhale sharply. The miniscule things Ahsoka knew about sex was this, and she had read it would be painful. “So pretty, and so wet for me… You’re doing so good, aren’t you?”
How does she respond to that? Does Ahsoka just stand there and take it? Is that really what you wanted? It didn’t seem like you were complaining. If anything, you were getting off on this too. Very slowly, you knelt down a little more and Ahsoka dug her fingernails into your shoulders, bracing for the feeling of your middle finger slowly pushing inside of her.
“Nnnnhhh…” To her surprise, there was no pain. A strange sensation of fullness, but there wasn’t a sting… You paused, pulling back and looking down into her almost glowing blue eyes. Ahsoka panted, chest rising and falling harshly as she fought to catch her breath.
“Does it hurt?” You questioned. “You want to stop—”
“N-No, no, no, please,” Ahsoka’s hand went to your wrist before you could pull your digit free from her cunt and she had this look of pleading desperation that made your entire body shiver. “I’m fine… It’s just not… what I expected it to f-feel like…”
“Yeah?” You smirked, slowly pushing your middle finger deeper into her and watching her face contort with pleasure. “Oh, that feels better than you thought, doesn’t it sweet girl?”
“Mhmmm… Y-Yes…” Ahsoka whined in an almost pathetic tone. She hardly recognized her own voice at this stage. You took your time stretching her out with your single digit, basking in her soft sounds and how she was attempting to stay quiet in case someone else was finished as early as you two and someone caught you both.
But you had other ideas. “Ready for another, sweet girl? Hold on to me… that’s right, just breathe for me sweetheart…” You pushed a second finger passed her folds and sunk it inside of Ahsoka, making her entire body tense and she instinctively lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around your hips. You chuckled, admiring her muscular legs in the process.
“Such a good girl… Fuck, you’re doing so well. Tight, pretty pussy stretching around my fingers,” Ahsoka tossed her head back, smacking it against the wall and rolled her hips forward against your hand. “Bet this is just what you needed, yeah? Been dying for someone like me to come along… and fuck you like the good pretty thing you are?”
If Ahsoka thought this felt good, she was proved wrong as soon as you twisted your fingers upward and pressed them against something inside of her pussy that made her knees shake and her eyes cross behind her eyelids. You grinned like a wild Nexu. “Oh, did I find it, love? You like it? Right there?”
You pushed against that spot again and Ahsoka moaned without a care in the world, eyes rolling back in her head as she couldn’t do a damn thing but stand there and take your thrusts and your words. For a brief moment, she had forgotten everything… And she was just another miner, being dominated by the hottest woman she’s ever met in her life.
“Let’s make those sounds a little louder…” You stepped forward, her leg lifting up a little higher as you began to vigorously pump your fingers in and out of her. Ahsoka immediately saw fucking systems behind her eyes, trying to bite back her cries of pleasure as you reangled your hand and pressed your thumb down on her clit. “Good girl… good, that’s right, you’ve been such a good girl for me, taking me so well. Yeah? Like when I rub your clit like that, Ashla?”
The Togrutan cried out. “P-please… Oh, please…”
“Please what?” You taunted.
“Please don’t stop…” Ahsoka didn’t know exactly what was coming. You continued to rub her clit with your thumb, thrusting those beautifully strong fingers into her cunt and mumbling against her lekku like you were whispering prayers in her ear. You kept praising her, just giving sweet words and watching her body tremble on your caress.
“Oh yeah? Want me to keep going?” You smiled. “Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Gonna cum on my fingers?”
The ex-jedi was so gone inside of her head that she almost forgot her name.
You wanted her to cum so badly, but Ahsoka immediately frowned when she felt your body weight off of hers. Her eyes opened wide and she looked down, watching you get back down on your knees and slide between her thighs. “I can’t fuckin’ take it anymore. I need to taste you so bad—”
Ahsoka reacted to your tongue on her clit like it was fire in her soul. The sound that came from her throat echoed off the walls and she reached down, grabbing your hair and grinding against your face. Your tongue slid all over her clit while your fingers pumped in and out of her tightness at a pace she didn’t expect a human could possess.
Ahsoka’s nails bit into your skull and you smirked on her cunt, lapping at her and fucking her as good as you could give. You knew she was close, but she didn’t know. For all Ahsoka knew, her heart was about to give out.
You muttered against her pussy. “Come on, pretty girl… cum for me… come all over my face.”
“Ohmyg… Oh that feels sogood… Please don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
You made the obscenest sounds as you began sucking and licking her clit at the same time as you prodded her sweet spot, watching her body roll forward and buck into your face. Her hands felt strong on your hair but when you felt her muscles tighten on your fingers, you knew that she was cumming on your mouth.
Ahsoka felt like the force was choking her lungs, her muscles flexing at once and fire sparking behind her eyes. Shivers of pleasure raced from her body down to her toes as she faced the pleasure, not fighting her carnal desires for once. She gave in to you, and you brought out the most intense feeling of ecstasy she’s known before.
“Oh, sweet girl,” You muttered into her pussy. “Taste so good… Just like that, cum on my face…”
Ahsoka rode out her high until it felt like needles stabbing her in the heart. She began to yank your hair a little harder and practically begged you to stop. Ahsoka could see your face glistening and it wasn’t from the water racing down all over you.
You carefully took hold of Ahsoka’s jaw and before she could protest, you bent down, pressing your tongue against her lips and basking in the heaviest kiss she’s experienced in her entire life. Ahsoka whined and slid her hands up to your hair again, gently tugging on your locks and whining on your lips.
The kiss was electric, and Ahsoka was reluctant to pull away. You smirked.
“Good girl… So proud of you. Took me so well.”
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The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2
Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.
Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers
Notes: Part 1 here.
Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader
Word Count: 4,031
Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.
Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.
One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.
A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 
Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.
When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.
Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 
But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.
Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.
Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.
“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.
“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”
“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.
“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”
“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”
Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.
“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”
“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”
“Well, I can’t hide you here.”
“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 
“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.
“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”
A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.
“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 
“Of course, ‘Soka.”
When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.
Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.
Why did you let me go?
And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.
I don’t know.
From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.
She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.
Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.
You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 
“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”
“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”
“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.
“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”
“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”
“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”
The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.
“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”
On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 
Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.
“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”
“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.
“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”
“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”
“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”
“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.
A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.
“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”
“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”
“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”
“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”
“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”
“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”
“He was nine.”
“Oh.”
Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 
“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”
True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.
“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.
“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”
Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 
She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.
One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.
You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.
But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 
After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 
“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”
“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 
“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.
“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 
“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”
“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 
And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.
“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”
“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 
“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.
“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”
“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”
“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”
“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”
“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”
You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 
When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 
The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.
“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.
“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”
The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 
“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”
“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”
“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”
The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.
“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.
“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.
“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”
And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 
She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.
It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.
Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 
It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 
The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 
It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.
“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.
“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”
“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.
“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.
“I’m so sorry.” He said.
“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.
“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”
“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”
“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.
“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.
“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”
“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 
“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.
“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 
Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 
“You let me believe I had a future here.”
“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”
“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 
“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 
You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 
It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.
After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 
The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.
Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.
Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 
They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 
“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 
“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 
Those words hung in the air for a moment.
“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 
The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.
From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.
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Anakin Skywalker - To no ones surprise he's our little emo of the group! He doesn't wear a ton of white though, just blacks, greys, and dark greens (rarley), heavy on the black clothing tho.
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Ahsoka Tano - I had a rlly hard time figuring out what her style would be tbh, but after a lot of scrolling through pinterest I found it. Her outfits are super laid back and comfy kinda thing, and I don't really think she would love super cropped shirts, but a little bit would be fine with her. I also think she would put eyeliner on her waterline and I don't think she likes acrylics. White looks and blue look amazing on her.
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Commander Cody - Cody loves his flannels and pull overs. probably the sneaker head of the group, his go to shoes are white air forces and he keeps them pristine.
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Captain Rex - Foot ball jackets and cargo khaki pants. That’s it, that’s the tweet. Fr tho khaki looks so good on this man, and he loves wearing it with blues. When it gets hotter he just turns to big shirts and baggy pants
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Commander Wolffe - 100% would levitate towards darker colors and he wears lots of black and white shit. He looks so good in wife beaters and he knows it, and don’t even get me started on leather jackets on this man. Lordddd. Overall his style would be more laid back then some of the other guys, he prefers to put his time into 'more meaningful' things
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Obi wan Kenobi - He would like lighter earthy tones I feel like, white under tones to all his outfits and colors like his robe colors. He would wear lots of sweaters and sweater vests
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Being Ahsoka Tano’s best friend would include
Pairings: Ahsoka Tano x reader
Imagine: being Obi-Wan’s padawan and Ahsoka’s best friend
Warnings: idk, Ahsoka leaving the order (I swear I can’t watch those episodes bc I cry every damn time, not because she’s leaving the order but bc she leaves people who care for her)
A/N I love Ahsoka and it’s a wonder I haven’t written anything for her before, but here I am writing for my fav girl so I hope someone out there will enjoy this <3
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Becoming friends as soon as you both met, which was when you were still in training to become a padawan, which means you grew up with each other
You’d study with eachother
Hype eachother up if one of you is feeling sad or stressed, literally just helping eachother with emotions and anything in general
Ahsoka running to you filled with excitement to tell you she’s becoming a padawan and her master will be the one and only Anakin Skywalker
You doing the same to Ahsoka when you found out your master will be the one and only Obi-Wan Kenobi
Gossiping with each other
Getting in trouble together
Pranking people together with Fives, Waxer, Boil and a few others, you tried once to prank Cody, lesson learned you will never prank Cody again, he wasn’t to happy to have his helmet filled with blue and orange glitter (he still can find glitter to this day)
Obi-Wan now has to deal with three children (you, Anakin and Ahsoka) while Cody has to deal with more than five children (You, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, Boil…)
Did I mention getting in trouble together
Being another headache for the Jedi council and those who tries to protect you both and those trying to keep you out of trouble
Training your lightsaber skills with each other, being an excellent match because you always end up even because by know you know every move the other will make
Calling each other names that you hate just for the fun of it
If anyone else were to call either you or Ahsoka those names you would both go into protective mood, no one gets to call you two that but you two
Always defending and protecting each other, if it is when you get in trouble with the council or when you fight for example General Grievous doesn’t matter
I hate to write it down but sadly I think I need too after all it is a big part of Ahsoka’s life. When Ahsoka gets accused of the bombing I believe you would 100% side with her, you’re best fiends siblings after all and you always have each others backs. You try to help her prove her innocence but it didn’t go exactly as planned. We all know what happens and so when she decided to leave you were heartbroken, you couldn’t care less about the order you only cared about Ahsoka. You knew it was what she wanted so you let her go but you were still sad over it, and selfishly tried to convince her to stay because you didn’t want to be without her, after all you were practically siblings and grew up with each other. In the end she told you it was for the best and that she didn’t trust the order anymore, she’d always trust you and she did try to keep in contact with you but it was hard with the ongoing war
Then comes the times in the order without Ahsoka, and if I’m being honest I think you would kinda mope around when you thought no one was looking becasue you missed your best friend so much, your bad days become even worse because you didn’t have Ahsoka to cheer you up, but you managed as did Ahsoka who missed you as much as you missed her
I believe Obi-Wan would do his best to comfort you even though he knew as well as you that it would never be the same as Ahsoka comforting you and cheering you up, but he did his best, and that’s all you could of asked for
Anakin and you probably talked about Ahsoka a lot with eachother or avoided the topic all together
However Plo Koon talked to you about Ahsoka all the time
Skip to Ahsoka coming back with Bo-Katan to save Mandalore from Maul (why does autocorrect keep wanting to change his name to Mail), you convinced your master to let you come with Ahsoka, and so a new adventure started for the two of you
Then there’s order 66 and you, Ahsoka and Rex barely escaped
You and Ahsoka stuck together after that never leaving each other sides scared you would lose eachother again let’s not forget you got frequent calls from Rex and Obi-Wan talked to you sometimes through the force (but not much he was in hiding after all and so were you)
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2AM THOUGHTS #5: Ahsoka snitching on Anakin to Y/N about his crush on her
Ahsoka looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes with a small smile.
"What?" Y/N asked.
"My Master." She replied simply.
"What about him?" She wondered, looking back. She saw Anakin already staring at her with a charming smile. As soon as she met his eyes, she smiled back and offered him a small wave, which he returned gladly. She giggled at the thought of having his attention and turned around, returning to her conversation with the Padawan.
"That." Ahsoka deadpanned.
"Oh, come on, he's just being sweet." She dismissed with a wave.
"Is he?" She asked rhetorically. "You think he's sweet, you should hear the way he talks about you."
"What? What does he say?" Y/N wondered.
"Ugh, you have no idea! Do you know how many mornings I've spent listening to him whining over you and going 'she's such an angel, I don't know what we did to deserve her', 'I wish I could spoil her with everything she ever wanted', 'I'd leave the Jedi Order in a heartbeat if she asked', 'Maker, she's so intelligent, she makes everyone here look like a dog'-"
"Wait, wait, what?" She interrupted. "Anakin said he'd leave the Order for me?"
"He did. You turn him into mush just by existing," she confirmed. "He wants you so badly that if you complimented him, he'd die."
The realization of what she meant to him was a bit overwhelming, yes, but it made her happy. The happiest she had ever been. "That's... wow."
"What are you going to do about it?" Ahsoka asked.
"I... I don't know, I mean... he's amazing. He really, really is." She sighed, sitting on a rock.
"Do you like him?" The Padawan pushed, although she knew the answer as clearly as anyone with eyes.
"Of course I do, who wouldn't? I mean, he's sweet and kind and gentle, he's handsome, he's smart, he makes me laugh, and- oh."
Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, amused. "Gotcha."
"All right, then, I'm going to spend time with him more often." Y/N concluded.
"Starting now. Go." Ahsoka said and gave her a little push to where her Master was working.
Y/N walked closer to Anakin, who smiled brightly when he caught sight of her. "Hi."
"Hi," she replied, chuckling softly to herself. "What you doing?"
"Oh, just fixing this speeder. It got hit pretty bad during the battle." He sighed, hands on his hips as he examined his work from afar.
"How'd you fix it?" She asked, smiling fondly as she scooted closer to him.
"It's just boring stuff, you don't want to hear about it." He dismissed.
"No, tell me. I'm curious, I want to know." She smiled, resting her chin on his metal armour to peer at the ship. Through the Force, she could feel the butterflies erupting in his stomach. He loved when she took an interest in him and she knew it. Meanwhile, she felt sparks running through her body at the feeling of his toned muscles on her skin.
He let out a breathy chuckle before beginning his engineering rant. Her heart swelled with cuteness overload as he explained every step and every detail to her, and he looked so happy while doing it, as if one of his recurring daydreams had finally come true.
She wrapped her arms around his middle from the back, briefly nuzzling into his neck before turning her attention back to the ship. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the muscles of his abdomen through his robes. Anakin froze as he felt her touch engulf him.
"Y/N..?" He hesitated.
"Yeah?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't make her pull away.
"Are you on death sticks?"
"No, Ani." She laughed, nuzzling her nose into the short curls on the back of his neck while she smiled.
"Well, then, um..." he hesitated. "...could you do this more often?"
"Aw, of course." She smiled as he melted into her embrace. He rested his hands on hers and continued explaining the final steps, every once in a while looking back to see her face.
When he finished, he was smiling like a happy child, finally getting the love and care he needed. They were both blushing furiously and smiling like idiots.
Ahsoka watched from afar with a smirk on her face, proud of her newfound matchmaking skills. Her heart burst with happiness as she saw Anakin press a kiss to Y/N's forehead, looking down at her as if she were his whole world.
Finally, the pining was over.
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candyfloss5000 · 3 days
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Domino twins shenanigans
*sometime on Kamino*
Fives: What's the matter with you?
Echo: nothing
Fives: You've been all broody since last night. *gasp* since jesse brought y/n a drink at 79's!!
Echo: *shocked* I'm done with this conversation!
Echo: *speed walking away*
Fives: *chasing after him* Echo! Echo! Stop or I'll scream!
Echo: *sighs and turns around*
Fives: do you like y/n?
Echo: *flabbergasted* you're just projecting!
Fives: no, if I was projecting, I'd say, "do you love y/n?" Cuz I love y/n. I said "like".
Echo: *as red as the lava on Mustafar* I- why would you- you sound ridiculous!
Echo: *runs away*
The rest of the 501st who were eavesdropping: the plot thickens
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aurora-starwars · 6 months
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The lack of Ahsoka x reader fics is criminal…
That being said, despite my requests being closed, please send some Ahsoka x reader requests!
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demonwoman · 7 months
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broken attachments chapter 3
chapter 1 | chapter 2
summary: you begin your padawan relationship with anakin on alderaan. and your first "lesson" does not good the way you expected, at all.
characters mentioned: r2d2, yoda, obi-wan
wc: 4.1k (!!!) // pairing: anakin x reader, obi wan x reader
cw: slow burn. possessiveness. anakin is extremely cocky and jealous, bordering on mean. use of pet name (stinger) which will continue throughout the story. improper master/apprentice dynamics. a kiss!!!! (but not actually). reader and anakin fight with lightsabers, it goes rather awry. slight fluff at the end
a/n: i'm still on hiatus but wanted to post this as a way of saying "thanks for 888 followers!" 8 is a good number to me hehe. also i told you we would be getting to the meat and potatoes. this is some good shit to me, i love tension and resolution with anakin
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“C’mon little one, throw your stuff up here.” Your new Master opened the hatch from his shuttle. The scuffed yellow paint was in desperate need of a fresh coat, but with the way Anakin treated his ships, it would no doubt be damaged by the time he landed. The two of you were sent to Alderaan under the guise of having a more peaceful environment to train. But with the way he was lamenting about not being able to see Padmé, you began to see why the Council really ordered you two off-world. 
“Do not call me little one.” You muttered under your breath, tossing your luggage straight at his head. It missed him by a hair, but he chuckled at your frustration.
“Well you are little to me now.” Anakin shrugged, referencing his newfound height over you. “And you’re my Padawan, so you have to listen to everything I say.” He grinned, motioning at you to come join the pilot’s seat next to  him. 
“Yeah - if I do that, I’ll be dead in a month.” You rolled your eyes, using the Force to jump and land on the balls of your feet in the seat. You slid in and buckled yourself in, and saw a familiar blue astromech cross your peripheral. The happy chirps confirmed itself - R2D2 was just behind you, making sure everything was running correctly. 
“Aw, come on ___. Have some confidence in me.” The young Skywalker sighed. “I know I’ve never done this before, but I feel like I could teach you some pretty sweet skills. Maybe get you to beat Obi-Wan for once.” 
“Right now, I have more confidence in Artoo to get us to Alderaan than I do in you.” You replied flatly, eyes scanning over the central flight console. 
Anakin tsk-tsked, his pointer finger wagging disapprovingly at you. “Backtalk already? I may have to punish you for your insolence.” But the shit-eating grin on his face was enough to tell you he wasn’t being serious at all. 
“Punish me all you want, Ani. Just stop calling me little one. At least come up with a better nickname.” The slight innuendo was not lost on you, but it did make Anakin’s eyebrow raise a little. 
“Oh, I’ll take that as a challenge. How about sourpuss?”
“No.” 
“Kiddo?” 
“Stop it.” 
Anakin rattled off a list of increasingly stupid names, as he was preparing the ship for liftoff. One part of you wanted him to shut up and just fly in silence, but the other part of you was grateful that he was being himself and talking for the both of you. 
It was only a few minutes after reaching hyperspace when Anakin had his “Aha!” moment. 
“Stinger!” He made a little finger gun, and pointed it at you. “For all the times you shot me and Obi-Wan with that damn practice blaster he always made you use. You were really good with that thing.” He murmured, as the memories of being stunned by that blaster began to resurface, his face twisting slightly. 
Your face was at this point scrunched in a permanent frown, but it was the only pet name of which you did not verbally protest. 
“Stinger it is.” 
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After landing the shuttle on its designated landing pad, the two of you, with Artoo in tow, were escorted by Alderaan officials to receive your housing assignment. Jedi were never given lavish quarters like the politicians or ambassadors that visited Alderaan, but their accommodations were still more comfortable than the rooms in the Central Temple. Of course - separate rooms, on opposite ends of the hall. Not next door neighbors, but it would have to do. After the Alderaan official unlocked the door and handed you the key card for entry, you set your single bag down, and unclicked your lightsaber from your belt loop. 
The kyber crystal you had chosen from your trials hummed, from deep within the saber hilt. You could feel its resonating frequency, too quiet for any civilian to hear - but you were attuned to it. Perhaps one of the more creative endeavors of the Jedi was designing and building their own lightsabers, and yours was no different. You had labored over it for many hours, to the point it almost concerned your colleagues that you were taking too much time - but when you presented your finished product, everyone agreed it was worth the extra time. 
The hilt was polished platinum, with a sleek diagonal cut at the top that resembled the blades of your homeworld. Your saber had not seen many real battles, so it lacked that experience and scuff you so desperately needed. Despite most Jedi holding their single saber with two hands, your hilt was light enough to be held comfortably just with your dominant hand, so you trained almost exclusively with that grip. The top half of your hilt was embellished with etchings that almost resembled tattoos on human skin, all curling around an inscription of your family surname in very small lettering. You had forsaken your familial attachment long ago, so your name was your only “Jedi approved” attachment to what you had left behind. 
The bottom half of the hilt was not as thick as the top, and it was wrapped in cloth, to give you more friction so you were less prone to it slipping from your hand. The button to ignite the saber was an unraised, rectangle shape, almost invisible to the naked eye, but it rested comfortably where your thumb sat. At the end of the hilt lay a secret button, its true intentions you kept even from Master Fisto. 
You turned on the saber, watching the blade come to life. The indigo color was uncommon for a kyber crystal, as your fellow Jedi often carried a lighter hue, but you felt the darker shade suited your personality more. It hummed as you waved it around carefully, eyeing the sharp tip of your saber with longing. You felt the Force flow through you as you wielded your blade, and with it - peace. 
But that peace was soon interrupted, when you felt a familiar, annoying presence behind the door. 
As soon as Anakin knocked, the door automatically slid open, and you turned around, eyeing him cautiously but turning the blade off. A soft smile crossed his features. 
“No, show me. I want to see it.” 
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You smirked, waving the hilt in your grasp. He rolled his eyes but chuckled at the silly joke. 
The two of you exchanged blades simultaneously, tossing in each other’s direction and catching each other’s respective hilt with no issue. The heaviness of Anakin’s blade was not a surprise to you, but you found the circular button and watched the sky blue hilt erupt to life. Anakin had a little more trouble finding your hilt’s button, but once he felt for it and a soft click! noise popped, his breath stopped in his throat when the indigo of your blade glowed against him. It’s beautiful, he thought. 
He waved it around experimentally, as did you. You needed a two hand grip to properly balance the hilt of his saber, whereas he almost felt clumsy holding yours due to the weight difference. 
“It’s lighter than I expected.” Anakin observed passively. 
“That’s because I hold it with one hand.” You replied, turning Anakin’s saber off. He continued to wave yours around, striking a few starting poses. 
“You know, that isn’t super practical in battle. You can cut through standard droids no problem with this, but anything that is armored is going to give you a tough time.” He clicked the main button off, and peered over the rest of your hilt. 
“That’s because you haven’t seen what I can do with it.” You tossed Anakin’s weapon back to him, and he returned yours back. “I’ll show you when we spar.” 
“I mean, I’ll beat you anyway, but I’m interested in seeing what this “secret” is.” His eyebrow quirked up. 
Your heart stopped for a moment. “How’d you know about that?” Did he see the button at the bottom of your blade? There’s no way he could’ve figured that out, right? 
“I can sense your hidden agenda with this blade, ___. You don’t hide very much within the Force. We’ll have to work on that, too.” 
“Fine.” You grumbled. “When are we training, anyway? You haven’t given me any kind of schedule.” 
“How about…right now?” Anakin tapped his index finger like he had put forethought into this, but you knew he was just deciding his teaching hours on a whim. “I’ll meet you in the training grounds at 18:00.” Glancing at the clock beside your bed, that gave you approximately 20 minutes to prepare for whatever tomfoolery your new Master was crafting. 
A pit of dread began to grow in your stomach, thinking of all the twisted possibilities of what training with Anakin would be like. But you swallowed your anxiety, and agreed to meet him in twenty. You asked for this, after all.
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Alderaan’s environment, like its politics, was soft and easy to mold. The dirt and clay beneath your boots gave in with little resistance, but did not sink into your shoes. Anakin had sent you the coordinates to a nearby forest, just on the outstretches of Aldera, far enough from civilization where the two of you could train free of distractions. Shuffling and making boot prints in the ground, you were waiting for your Master, who was five minutes late to the training session he scheduled. 
Typical. 
You pondered whether to call him on your comms, or to just wait it out. Even with the strict Jedi training imposed on him, the boy could never keep a schedule if someone’s life was on the line. It seemed pointless to idle around however, so you stood perfectly still and closed your eyes, convening with the Force, almost praying to it for extra patience. A thin, cooling sensation enveloped your eyes in particular as you tried to meditate and breathe, hoping to exhale all your frustrations away. 
It was at that moment, when the forest quieted itself unnaturally, that you detected a presence. 
Unlike the creatures roaming around, or the faraway steps of city dwellers escaping into its lush greenery, this presence was almost invisible. But its tension, its signature crassness was unmistakable. It was Anakin. 
He had been watching you the whole time from afar. 
Swallowing your prey instinct away, you ignited your saber and held it up slowly, and kept a hand on your belt, eyes still closed. Circling around, you paced around the forest floor, your feet stepping as quietly as you could manage. 
The stiffness of a forced inhale emerged, and your eyes opened, your intuition leaping before you could let your thoughts slow you down. You jumped into a nearby tree branch, and from your holster, grabbed a blaster and aimed tightly at the source of the noise. One, two, three shots were fired, before you heard a quiet “ouch!” and saw a gloved hand brush off the singed robe. 
You jumped down right to where you had shot right as his lanky body came into full view, landing low on the balls of your feet. Your lightsaber was on full display, its muted glow illuminating the features of your face as your Padawan braid whipped around and hit you lightly on the cheek. Anakin was imposing, with your bent over posture you didn’t even reach up to his chest as he chuckled, and held his hand out. 
The blaster in your non-dominant hand budged, and you gasped as he used the Force to take it away from you. He caught it, and tucked it away on his belt, before motioning for you to stand up and put your weapon away. 
“That was…not bad, for the first lesson.” Anakin’s eyes bore into you, and you avoided a direct gaze with him. A thin wave of shame rushed over your body when you felt disappointment behind his tone. 
The first lesson? 
He continued. “I wanted to see how long it would take you to notice my presence, when concealed by the Force. And for your first time, you were a bit slow, but not shabby.” Anakin paced in circles around you, eyeing you like an apex predator casually observing its prey. 
“What I don’t like however, is your dependence on a blaster. You know what Master Kenobi says about them, it’s an uncivilized weapon.” His hand brushed over your blaster on his belt loop, making you frown. “We need to wean you off of it. The relationship between Jedi and their lightsabers is exclusive to us, and we need to cultivate that with you.” He unholstered his own saber, turned it on and pointed it directly at you. Your blades hummed together, you two could feel the effects of the Force rolling off of it. But you could feel Anakin’s raw strength from the Force radiating off his arms and into the blade - it was almost overwhelming. 
You opened your mouth to formulate an excuse, but after Anakin’s eyebrow raised, you shut yourself up real quick. It wasn’t worth the petty squabbling - he was the Master, and you were the apprentice. 
“I apologize for not meeting your standards, Master Skywalker.” You stood up, and disengaged your weapon. “What can I do to improve?” Your voice became flat, and almost mechanical as you mentally began taking notes on how to better yourself. 
“No need to apologize, Stinger.” The use of your newly-acquired pet name made your ears perk up. “Let’s do one quick sparring session. Just so I can see what I’m working with.” Anakin bent his knees, before leaping away and standing in the middle of the forest floor, inviting you to do the same. 
You joined him as he resumed his circling pace. He ignited his saber, signaling to you to do the same. As soon as you prepared yourself for his attacks, he lunged at you and the fighting began. 
Even knowing how powerful Anakin was, was not enough to prepare you for his physicality and prowess. He spun his lightsaber in one hand before attacking, nearly knocking your blade out of your hand and causing you to grip it tighter. He was relentless in his offense, attacking and slashing at you with little mercy, as you were forced to resort to defensive strikes to try and balance things out. You couldn’t get a word in, you were too focused on maintaining a steady stance. 
“What’s the matter, apprentice?” He shouted, aggression laced in his voice. “Are you going to keep defending yourself, when are you going to take offense and hit me?” Your blades kept clashing, the sounds echoing throughout the forest floor as he kept you in that tight circle, alternating between pacing and running. You did not respond, but when you sensed you were reaching the end of your usability with your one-handed grip, you jumped back and turned your saber off. 
The reaction surprised Anakin, which was enough time for you to pull out your “secret.” You gripped your hilt with both hands, and pressed the main button to reignite the blade, and in a fraction of a second, your non-dominant hand pressed the button on the bottom of the hilt. The hilt itself extended a few centimeters to accommodate for your two-handed grip, and Anakin’s eyes lit up when he saw the height of your blade extend as well. The length of your blade was now several centimeters taller than his as you charged at him with your ‘new’ weapon. 
Anakin nearly fell back as you put the full force of your power in one elegant swipe. His stance weakened, which was what you were hoping for as you lunged and aimed for his shoes. He was forced to jump up as you swiped and switched back to a one-hand grip. You used the Force to push him back a bit, further causing physical imbalance as you spun your lightsaber in a similar fashion to his. When Anakin was knocked back by the push, he fell to the ground up against a tree. The moment he looked at you, seeing your robes flowing around you, wind picking up and swirling around your being was when he realized –
You are a legitimate threat. 
All those years of watching you get defeated by Obi-Wan time and time again. All those times of you begrudgingly being held back by his former Master’s teachings, not because Obi-Wan didn’t care, but because the Council made him hold back on giving you what you deserved. All those years of being told that he was special, and more powerful than everyone else (save for perhaps Yoda) - it all came to a crushing conclusion that even at the end of the day, if he did have the skills and the strength to crush you, you managed to sneak in something that threw him off guard. 
Anakin only smiled, which disarmed you as you were in predator mode. He just stood up calmly, and reengaged his weapon, resuming his familiar patterns of slashing and striking. 
Hearing the huffing and puffing of your breathing was a sign to him to quit the session. Anakin shuffled away from your elongated blade, and turned off his saber, his hands going up to show surrender. You sighed, and wiped the sweat from your brow as the adrenaline ebbed away, leaving you with tired limbs. Fighting with such a long blade tired you out immensely, which he immediately took a mental note of. Your saber was shut off, and your knees knocked together as you almost fell backwards. 
You didn’t need Anakin to catch you, as you avoided tripping and falling, but he was there anyway. You felt the leather of his glove touch your upper back, keeping you firm on your feet. 
“Good job. Let’s go home.” He whispered, his eyes sparkling with pride. You groaned, taking heavy breaths as the weight of your exhaustion fully set in. 
“Did you walk here?” Anakin asked. “I used a speeder. Let’s go back, you can ride with me.” 
You nodded, adjusting your robes and feeling around for your missing blaster. When you recalled it being in Anakin’s possession, you pointed at it, asking for it back with your eyes. Anakin looked confused, before realizing what you were nonverbally asking for. 
“Oh, you’re not getting this back. In fact –” he paused, and took the blaster and aimed it right at your face. The brazen motion shocked you, eyes widening in panic. “Let me see that braid. Pull it out.” 
You were unsure of what his intentions were, but you obeyed. Untucking it behind your ear, you moved all of your hair to one side, leaving the braid by itself. With a click of the trigger, and a sharp zing! sound - you almost cried out, but realized he didn’t hit you. But then the smell hit afterwards, the singe of burned hair. You looked down and gasped, seeing the seashell Master Fisto gifted you, on the ground. 
There lay the end of your braid, burned off by your blaster that your Master was wielding. Your eyes welled with tears, as you finally spoke for the first time since the beginning of the sparring session. 
“How could you do that?” You whispered at him, voice shaking in anger. You pawed at your now freed hair strands, feeling how he had severed a few centimeters off. 
“He’s not your Master anymore. I am.” Anakin concluded, before spinning the gun absentmindedly and placing it back in his belt. The nonchalant nature of Anakin’s voice almost triggered you to shout at him. You picked up the pale white seashell from the ground, and held it close to you. 
“Listen to me, ___. You’re my apprentice now, and you are to obey my commands as your teacher. I want you to forgo your attachment to Master Fisto. He let you go. And you chose to follow me. So, come.” He patted the seat of his speeder. “Sit behind me. It’s been a long day.”
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You looked at the Alderaan sun setting, turning the sky into rich shades of lavender and orange. You avoided looking at him, but climbed in the seat behind him, holding his back close to your chest. He thumbed your cheek, to check for any signs of blaster fire (it was a clean hit, and you both knew it) before he started up the speeder and got you both back to your temporary residence. 
On the way back, the exhaustion and sadness of your loss fully took over your body, and by the time he parked and turned off the speeder, you had fallen asleep. When Anakin got off, your body slumped forward, but again, he caught you. He chuckled, looking at your sleeping form, eyes peacefully closed and breathing even. 
Completely unconscious to the world around you, he quietly carried you in his arms to your room, without attracting the attention of any guards. Opening the door with the key card he found in your pocket, Anakin placed you delicately on your bed, and removed your outer robes and unclicked your saber from your belt. He inspected the bottom of it, finding that hidden button and circling his thumb around it carefully. 
The serenity of your features warmed Anakin’s heart. He knew you were a good fighter, wise beyond your years and full of potential. It pleased him greatly to be able to work with you in such a close regard, as he gazed over your tightly curled fist, containing the small seashell from Master Fisto. 
A tinge of regret washed over him, as the weight of his actions settled in. He knew your five years with Master Fisto were important to you, and knowing that he only had a year with you before his ‘real’ Padawan was to be assigned to him made him almost…jealous. He wanted to be your real Master, and he wanted to train you to be the best Jedi Knight he could imagine. Not better than me, of course. But better than everyone else, that’s for sure. 
I wish I had more time with you, he thought to himself. But he brushed your stray locks of hair away from your face, and saw your Padawan braid, rapidly unfurling from its tightly woven style. Anakin pulled off his gloves, and repaired the damage he caused, in the only way he knew how to. 
When you came to only a few hours later, the sky was inked in the midnight hours. Most of Alderaan had gone to sleep, and you were disoriented and confused as to how you even got back in your room. But your stomach grumbled, and you turned to find a small dinner on a serving cart, covered by a metal cloche. Your fist untightened, as you saw Master Fisto’s seashell in your hand. A tear slipped out this time, traveling slowly down your face before stopping at your chin. 
You wiped the tear away, and ate your room temperature food in silence, staring listlessly at the wall. It was very late, and you figured Anakin was asleep, so it wasn’t worth bothering him at this hour. But when you got up to put your food away on the serving cart, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the cloche. 
Coughing and almost choking on air, you ran to the nearest full mirror to look at yourself. Your braid was completely redone in a style you did not recognize. It was not messy nor clumsy, it was in fact quite intricate and beautiful. And at the end of the braid, lay a thin silver chain wrapped tightly around, almost choking the hair in place. The end of the chain dangled with the ends of your hair, blending in nicely. 
“Oh, Anakin,” you breathed, touching your newly braided hair. The sensation of it woke Anakin up from his slumber - he could sense your realization echo through the hall of your room. He bolted up and almost raced to your room, but stopped midway through the hall and sighed, before shuffling awkwardly back to his room. 
The possessiveness of Anakin’s decision to chop your braid off had scared you, but seeing what he had done to ‘apologize’ for his behavior softened you to your soul. To no one in particular, you pressed a gentle kiss to the bundle of filigree decorating your braid. 
Anakin’s heart began to race as he felt your emotions swell in the Force, before quieting down for the night. And he did not get a wink of sleep that night. 
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tsireyasyawntu · 6 months
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when memories snow
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ahsoka tano x fem! reader
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synopsis: an unexpected person pays you a visit , and it changes things for good.
authors note: no authors note, just some ‘soka angst<3
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the dim light from your porch’s lamp shined precisely in the crack between ahsoka’s aching skin and the coarse fabric of her dark cloak. Her blue eyes creased under the brighter light, body shaking— hand queasy as she rose it to the familiar wooden door.
The pounding of her heart in her chest was so loud, it was almost the only thing she could hear. Her breaths were heaving- as if she had ran here. sweat coating every inch of her beautiful orange skin while she stare holes into the wood before her.
She could hear shuffling inside, she could make out the small giggles you made from what she assumed to be a book you were reading— you loved books. romance books. ahsoka remembered specifically finding them for you while she was on her missions when she was a Padawan, always thinking of you and how you would react to such a silly book. She never understood how you could read those things, how the words of the love story could affect you so deeply. She would never forget the flushed laughs you released, the cute tint of pink on your skin.
She shook her head- dissolving such silly thoughts of you. Those days were over, long gone for good.
The small hum of an all too familiar tune echoing off the walls sent her hard into a spiral, basically leaping out of her chest.
ahsoka allowed her eyes to shut for a short moment, reminiscing to the old tune.
When Ahsoka would tell you about the nightmares that would plague her sleep— you would comfort her, tell her everything would be okay. You’d sing a small tune- the tune that your mother would sing you when you were small. she remembers you saying how it stuck with you- how it had become something you sang when you were content, calm. when you were with someone you loved.
a frown molded onto ahsoka’s lips, brows furrowed in sorrow. Realization that she had left. Not just her master, but the order— and you. god- what was she thinking? Greif flooded her.
Ahsoka new that when she walked away, that it would include everything about her past life. but, she didn’t want you to be apart of her past life. she wanted you to be apart of her life now- To be with her.
with a shaky sigh, ahsoka straightened her back and blinked her sorrowful eyes- bravely knocking twice on your door.
The soft hums came to a stop, shuffling could once again be heard— but, this time, it was approaching the door.
apprehension flooded Ahsoka’s body, mind running miles at the thought of what you might look like sought her out. She hasn’t laid her blue eyes on you since you both were fourteen- four years ago. Surely you were to be different- older, perhaps taller- and no doubt in her mind, more beautiful.
footsteps approached the door echoed off the skull of her head, a nervous flush flying through her chest when she saw the door handle turn— and stop stopped when you pulled open the door.
You weren’t much taller- perhaps an inch or two- your hair was longer, much longer— your features had matured, your lips had grown, your eyelashes finally fit your face, god. you were everything she wanted— you were better than she imagined you would be, even all these years later.
though, the look on your face whooshed her thoughts away. It was one of confusion- shock, too. Bewilderment, anger, sadness- but, mostly, the deep sorrow of your eyes resembled those of whom missed someone dear to them.
silence ate at her skin like infectious bugs, gnawing down at her flesh painfully as the thick air between you both made her ears ring.
your eyes scanned her face suspiciously, as if she wasn’t there- as if perhaps she was a hologram, or a clone. someone else- someone similar.
“Ahsoka?” you asked skeptically, still holding the door handle. You stared at her in disbelief, almost denial- had you not thought you’d ever see her again?
she couldn’t find it in herself to reply to you— her throat suddenly as drained of moisture as the lonesome planet Tatooine. Your eyes slowly widened when the realization that she was indeed, truly standing before you after all these years.
before she could blink or even breathe— she felt two all too familiar arms wrap around her. Ahsoka’s eyes blew wide, surprised by the sudden full-body contact of your form on hers, your head in the crook of her neck. She hasn’t realized how much she really did miss you until now.
Your scent, your touch, your smile and voice— you were like a missing dream. Hesitantly, she wrapped her shaky arms around your body, scared- as if you were going to vanish.
the embrace that held you two together was long- silent, deep, filled with many unsaid words spilling out from hidden spaces inside you both.
You only pulled back to look at her face. Gosh, she was beautiful. so beautiful you couldn’t believe she was real.
“maker, ahsoka. I.. i thought you were..” you shut yours eyes, sighing deeply and shaking your head. “are you okay? do you need anything?” you asked through heavy thoughts— opening your confused eyes and blinking many times before trailing them across the Togruta’s face. Ahsoka didn’t say anything, her lips parted lightly while she stare at your face as you spoke, as you moved.
“i— what am i— come in, please.” you ushered, your own wobbly hand reaching for hers and delicately leading her inside your longtime home.
you shut the door behind her, shooing your loth cat, Noni, out of the way as she tried to rub herself against ahsoka’s boots out of familiarization.
Ahsoka didn’t sit on your couch until you did, tossing some messy pillows out of the way in order to clear a space for her.
you didn’t know where to start— what to and not to ask, what to and not to do, where to look and where to begin.
You took a moment to take her in, her lekku have grown longer, she finally grew into her big features, her lips were as beautiful as you remember, her eyes as alluring as they were all those years ago— still so you could get lost in them.
“you… don’t have to talk, ‘soka. not if you don’t want to. we can just.. wait.” you whispered, watching her lost eyes scavenge over your hand on hers.
“wait however long you need.”
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