#ahsoka is a little sister to the clones

[saggitary]

501st Battalion’s Nightmare Repellent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nothing-but-flowers88]

Thinking about the clones after the war, not having actual last names and some coming up with ones to go by. What’s cute is that anyone a clone ends up marrying they’d just take that last name. Cody Kenobi, Bly Secura, cute stuff like that. Maybe some even adopt the name of their generals as a sign of honor, then there are ones that try to make one’s up

Ahsoka: what if your name was Rex Dex?

Rex: no

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons about everything and nothing

Ahsoka has a decent amount of allergies but only a handful are actually life-threatening and no matter how much she tells Anakin that it never stops him from treating them all the same

And by treating them all the same I mean he’s slapped some snacks out of her hands because he knew she was slightly allergic to it

In his defense the clones are really bad at keeping track of her allergies and because of that they have fed her a couple of things that were lethal to her and ever since then Anakin’s never really trusted them with food

Also in his defense Ahsoka once ate something she was highly allergic to on a dare (the poor clone didn’t know she was allergic) and all she did to remedy the situation was hand said poor clone her EpiPen before passing out

Unfortunately the clone didn’t know how to use the EpiPen so Ahsoka ended up passing out and Anakin and Rex had to rush her off to the med bay because they didn’t know how to use the EpiPen either 

Because of this incident the clones weren’t allowed to give Ahsoka food and there were a couple of signs that said “blue to the sky orange to the thigh” around the ship

I feel like everyone in Clone Wars is simultaneously touch-starved and tactile which is a very fun mix especially when I think about Ahsoka and everyone else because I like to think whenever Ahsoka asks for a hug 9.5/10 she gets one 

Master Plo is the most used to this cause Ahsoka’s been like this since she was a child and he’ll admit he’s spoiled her with hugs 

If you were to ask her what his hugs feel like she would say they feel like childhood or that feeling you get when you smell something that you could only find in your home when you were a kid

Obi-Wan is an interesting can of worms because he’s as tactile and touch-starved as the rest of them but he’s also incredibly touch-adverse which results in him declining hugs 5/10 because he just can't fathom touching someone in that moment

But when he does give Ahsoka a hug she’ll say there’s nothing like it and she would often describe it as a breath of fresh air and very soothing on stressful days 

Rex is most likely it give Ahsoka a hug bro is simply the hugger™ and she would describe his hugs as comforting if not a little awkward but grounding none the less kind of like hugging a weighted blanket just out of the drier 

She doesn’t get to see Padme nearly as often as she would like which means she tries to get a hug whenever she can and Padme will never decline her hugs if anything she initiates most of them

Ahsoka doesn’t remember her mom or her hugs well but if she had to give an example of what a hug from her mom felt like she would say Padme’s 

Anakin honestly isn’t comfortable with touching people he doesn’t know well but when he does feel comfortable with someone he’s clingy 

Ahsoka will never admit this half cause it’s embarrassing and half because she fears it would hurt the other’s feelings but Anakin’s hugs are easily her favorite something about the all-encompassing hug makes her feel safe and secure like nothing else 

But the funny thing is that sometimes he doesn’t really have the energy to hug Ahsoka so he’ll just put all of his dead weight on her which usually results in one of two reactions from her 

one. Is usually her saying “Hug me like you love me” or something along those lines to which he will squeeze the everloving force out of her or two. “Hug me like a normal person” which usually gets the smartass response of “Who said I was a normal person”

So it’s pretty obvious that Anakin and Ahsoka have their bigger competitions but they’ve also got little ones like who can make the funnier face when Obi-Wan is trying to do his work which normally ends with the duo hunched over laughing and Obi-Wan finding another place to work 

The: “Who can accurately make the noises Obi-Wan makes while stretching” challenge which just usually results in the clones worriedly checking in on them cause it sounds like they’re in pain

The: “Who can eat more ice cream” challenge always ends with Anakin regretting his life choices and Ahsoka doing the dishes because she feels bad 

Long story short they’ve got a lot of challenges cause they’re competitive little weirdos but the funniest part is they rarely keep score of who the winner is so they’re in an endless cycle of useless competitions 

Obi-Wan has slowly collected mugs for everyone he’s close with and they have a nice little home in his otherwise empty mug cupboard 

Anakin and Padme have matching from Naboo because Obi-Wan took them shopping when they were pretty young 

Padme can’t drink tea with them as often as she would like but when she can schedule a small tea break Anakin makes sure to smuggle all their mugs out of Obi-Wan’s kitchen

Ahsoka’s mug is possibly one of Obi-Wan's favorites it’s a good size and practical but’s also got nice intricate color-changing details because they both thought it looked cool

Cody and Obi-Wan’s mugs are pretty similar but their main difference is the childlike handwriting on the bottom of one that says “to: Obi from: Ani”

Rex doesn’t get a mug until later and it’s the most unconventional and inconvenient mug in all of creation the poor dude has to hold it from the sides because his hands don’t fit in the handle

And its design pisses Obi-Wan off every time he sees it the only thing that’s stopping him from smashing it into hundreds of little pieces is that Rex picked it so in the cupboard it stays 

Sometimes the group forgets that Ahsoka isn’t human which leads to very funny circumstances 

Like Rex losing a decent amount of credits trying to call Ahsoka’s “bluff” of being able to bench twice his weight 

Or at the fact that Obi-Wan was once hiding from Ahsoka and Anakin because he didn’t want the duo to see the extent of his injuries from a solo mission 

But he forgot that Ahsoka could smell and hear better than the average being so she was able to track him down pretty fast (she was also freaked out cause she could hear his erratic heartbeat and smell the blood so that wasn’t a pleasant experience for her) 

Or the number of times when she’s eaten an unholy amount of food just for Anakin to wake up at 3 am to find her scavenging for more cause she’s still hungry 

And let me tell you seeing some small hunched-over little creature with reflective eyes at that time of night would make even the chosen one screech like a banshee

[zealfruity]

please tell us more of this vision of ahsoka being aalya's padawan 👀

Here are their outfit redesigns, since I've never drawn Aayla, and my version of Ahsoka's S1 outfit changed a bit. I think the only thing that would change outfit-wise in this specific AU is that Ahsoka might try to mimic Aayla's look later on, or get something to match the 327th.

I don't have much honestly. I was just thinking about that one episode where Anakin got injured so Ahsoka joined Aayla and Bly to search for help and they met a group of peaceful leemurs. I really liked the dynamic and I just started thinking about what if they had become close, which led into me thinking about what it would've looked like if Ahsoka was Aayla's padawan. That led me into having a very vague idea of Ahsoka and Quinlan's dynamic, Ahsoka and Bly, and then how Ahsoka's relationships with Obi-Wan and Anakin would change. Idk how much would change in the wider story, but I feel like this change would make some things better, and some things worse.

[crashlanding-skywalker]

Anakin creates his own compliment words and he can get REALLY creative with them especially when they're directed to Ahsoka's partners (kinda turning them into insults).

[graylinesspam]

One of these days Ahsoka was really gonna have to confront the fact that explosions were very high up her list of strategies. And wasn't that a bit dramatic?

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Or basically the jailbreak scene from THE suicide squad but make it Star Wars.

His metal caf cup fell to the floor with a clatter, the last swig of cold liquid staining the floor. Cody’s heart was in his throat. Obi-wan’s face shone on the other side of the blue holoprojection; shock in the part of his mouth.

No one else in the room was moving, consumed by the advertisement being played by the holo-table. The foreground showed a pyke flanked by two Black Sun operatives. The Pyke was moving his hand in beckoning gestures as he droned on in his guttural language. Translations scrolled across the bottom of the screen.

And in the background of the video, slowly making her way to the center of attention as the recorder zoomed in, was Ahsoka, suspended from the ceiling in electric shackles. Her long red dress had been torn to tatters and her head hung limply.

One of the Black Suns gripped her by the back lek and yanked her head back so that the camera could capture her unconscious face. One eye was swollen shut and there was blood smeared in an indiscernible pattern across her face. In this low definition, it was hard to tell where she was wounded. Her face was almost misshapen from the swelling.

More text scrolled across the screen as the Pyke jabbered on in what counted as excitement for their species.

Cody’s fist slammed onto the table disrupting the holo in a waving blue blur. “They’re auctioning her?” he demanded.

Obi-wan’s hands had tucked themselves into his sleeves to hide the fact that he was gripping himself by the elbows. “So it seems,” he replied in a strained manner.

“We cannot let this happen.” Cody insisted. Several of the men surrounding them made noises of agreement.

“I’m afraid, as Ahsoka is no longer a member of the military, We’ll need council approval, even the Chancellor’s approval to use military powers to retrieve her.”

“Sir, you know as well as I do that there's no way we’ll be able to stop the vode from going after her. If we don’t organize this, it will happen anyway, and the loss could be greater.”

“I know that Cody. I’ll contact the council. See if I can appeal to them.”

The rescue of Ahsoka Tano was not a mission that was easy to sell. The council was torn between guilt for turning on her and bitterness that she left them. Several times the matter was almost sent higher up the chain for senate approval. But ultimately it was the amount of information that she possessed that turned their minds.

Coming off of the mess with Quinlin and Ventress they certainly did not want Dooku to get his hands on another highly trained jedi with a vendetta against the order. The kind of Sith that Ahsoka could make sent a shiver of dread down the backs of every Jedi master.

She had been a premiere padawan. A prodigy in terms of combat skill and the development of her own inherent ability. For another member of Yoda’s impressive lineage to fall to the dark side.

It would be a disaster. And it would do considerable damage to Obi-wan and Anakin.

And that was before considering the amount of information she had about the Republic’s military movements, their bases, hyperspace routes, tactics, and supply routes. She may be able to single-handedly topple the war in their enemy’s favor.

So the council ruled in favor of rescuing Ahsoka Tano. What they planned to do with her afterward was to be seen.

They had to find her first. Tracking the transmission was useless. Black Sun was too clever for that. But they could track all the major recipients of that broadcast. Money began changing hands. They were following the transactions as they were set in motion. It seemed everyone from flesh traders to Trandoshan hunters were bidding on her. She made a lot of enemies in her short time in the galaxy. And even more admirers which was never a good thing when you were a beautiful young woman.

Everyone could tell, however, that the auction was stalling. They were waiting to see if the separatist or the Republic would put a bid in. It was unlikely that the Republic could get the authority to do so in time, even if they were inclined to. But the separatists, at least the leader of the movement, Count Dooku, was able to make whatever decisions he saw fit with his own finances.

The splicers tracking the broadcast and splicing through the Pike’s network thanked every star in the galaxy that the separatists were dragging their feet, since it gave them more time to find her.

The puzzle piece that busted open the case was an old report of Blacksun scavengers harassing ships exiting the Kessel run. They’d been pursued by authorities and were chased back to a small base on the planet Randa. An uninhabited little rock in the Kessel system not far from Ord Mantel.

It took some digging to find proper aerial photographs from that planet but when they did the base was clearly visible.

It wasn’t much more than a duracrete box from what they could tell, but it would do fine to hold a hostage for a long period of time.

With even more long needless debates happening amongst the jedi and the Admirals Cody had his men gearing up for the extraction. Master Windu had briefly argued that his clones were far better trained in infil and exfil but a soft word from Ponds silenced him on the matter.

Absolutely no clone out of blue armor would have been able to talk their way into this mission if it hadn’t been Cody. The 501st were currently deployed deep in the belly of the war. It was the only way they would have been occupied enough to miss this. And as much as he was grateful for that, Cody would never be able to look his brother in the face again if he didn’t personally go to retrieve his vod’ika.

Besides, they didn’t want to waste any more time waiting for an elite squad. If Cody, as the marshal commander, was not elite enough for this mission, then he should hang up his helmet. He was going to bring Ahsoka home, no matter what.

Ahsoka woke to a terribly loud buzzing. Electricity always grated on her hearing when it was exposed so closely to her montrals. She was also displeased to notice that both her arms were asleep and her back burned in a way that indicated strain.

She cracked her eyes open as far as the swelling would allow. The room she was in was dimly lit but for the holocamera shining a searing beam of light directly into her eyes. She winced at that and her movement caught the attention of whoever was holding her here. A Pyke, with a big ugly gold helmet, was chittering at her in its unpleasant language. It chortled a little laugh as it leaned close and grasped her chin, tilting her face for the recorder.

She sneered at the foul little thing and tried to pull her head back.

It retaliated with a swift punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of her.

Ahsoka wheezed as she struggled to draw in air but it gave her a minute to asses her surroundings too. There was one more sentient in the room, a big burly guard with black sun tattoos on his neck. Just two then.

Ahsoka jerked in her restraints and snarled as soon as she had the air in her lungs to do it with.

The Pyke stepped close again to taunt her in a language she didn’t speak, she took the opportunity to sweep the feet out from under the short creature and send him sprawling to the ground. Disoriented from the water in his helmet moving so abruptly, he had no defense ready when Ahsoka slammed the heel of her stiletto into the glass eye of the helmet and shattered it, she could feel her shoe skewer soft flesh beneath and as he struggled away he broke the heel from her shoe leaving it lodged into his face.

She’d been leaning down to concentrate on the creature on the floor but as the bigger thug approached, Ahsoka bent at the knees and lept gaining height on the tall thug as he lunged to grab her by the neck. His open hand ineffectually collided with her chest as her legs wrapped around his torso and brought him in close to her body. At this distance and from this height it was no problem for her to aim for the black smudge of a tattoo over his windpipe and clamp down on it with her teeth.

A Togruta’s teeth were nothing to scoff at. Ahsoka tore the tattoo right off his neck and took a sizable chunk of flesh with it. As the second man dropped to the ground Ahsoka spat out her mouthful grimacing at the taste.

Taking a moment to gather herself she toed off her strappy heels with a bit of a struggle. Formal attire was not ideal clothing for a kidnapping.

With her bare feet she stretched her toes out to the still writhing Pike’s side and slammed her heel into his ribs, he collapsed down from his knees to his side once more and Ahsoka awkwardly stepped onto the little collection of buttons and lights on his wrist, rolling the pressure of her foot around until she pressed the right button and her bindings dropped her unceremoniously to the ground.

Once there she could slam her cuffed hands down onto the Pike’s face once again disorienting him and buying her time to retrieve the bindings key from the Black sun’s now dead body. Hands freed and swiping a blaster off the waistband of the idiot who hadn’t bothered to draw it on her Ahsoka aimed it at the Pyke’s head and finally put his writhing to an end.

She didn’t know where she was or how she’d gotten there. So she went over the information that she did know. She’d been attending a gala last she remembered. Then she woke up here, with a Pyke and a black sun. Oh and a recorder.

Ahsoka glanced back up at it unsure if she was still in frame or not.

Oh well, it isn’t like she’s never had an audience before.

Black Sun operatives almost never work alone. There’s got to be at least one more. Probably closer to five if this was a high-profile job where they’d been hired by the Pikes

So she readied her blaster as she slammed her hand onto the door’s sensor pad. Two guards stand on the other side of the door and Ahsoka has to fire on both of them before the door has finished opening. Both struggle to reach for their weapons before jerking violently and collapsing to the floor.

She’s no sharpshooter so it takes a couple of shots each to put them down even at this close range. She shoves down the familiar frustration at being left without her preferred weapons. There are probably countless guards and gang members left between her and the exit. And now there’s been blasterfire, so she has to move quickly.

Ahsoka shoves through the next door and into a short hallway; the grey stone walls dim but for a light at the end. When she reaches the end she realizes the light is coming from above. She is in a small atrium with windows over her head and connecting hallways in all directions. She takes a step back towards the hall she just exit and counts the others. Four plus hers makes five. Which way does she go?

That question quickly starts to matter less than the pound of boots on the ground towards her. The sounds echoed from all around her; impossible for her to tell what direction they were coming from.

She retreats further back towards the other guards that she killed and pilfers their blasters off of them as well. She’s far outnumbered here and she’ll need all the plasma power she can muster.

She settles down beside the open door, hoping to use this short hallway as a choke point. There are no other ways into the area outside of her cell, if they wanted to come get her they’d need to converge here.

She didn’t need to wait long before thugs started to enter her hall with their blasters already drawn.

Ahsoka leaned around the doorway and opened fire into the hall. Several enemies dropped to the ground bleeding or dead, and several more retreated back into the wider atrium to escape. As they ducked away Ahsoka made sure to fire again at those downed to make sure they’d stay that way.

These kinds of stalemates, the ones where both sides would wait for the other to peak out, they wasted time. The last thing she needed was to give them the time to call in reinforcements until she really was overwhelmed.

She needed a quick way to break out of here. Ahsoka looked down at her blasters and had a terrible idea. Thinking quickly she removed the power pack and the gas canister from one of the blasters and just a power pack from another. Gas canisters were almost indestructible from the outside They were as tough as beskar. You couldn’t even shoot one to explode it. But nonetheless, the gas inside was highly reactive. All blasters came standard with surge and shock protection to keep the power pack from accidentally igniting them.

But she’d seen before, mostly empty or defective gas canisters get off gassed so they could be disposed of without accidentally exploding anything. It was one of the more dangerous responsibilities of owning a blaster. If you screwed it up at all your face could be burned off.

Ahsoka scooted closer to one of the downed guards and retrieved a pair of binders from his belt She stripped the insulation from the connector point of both power packs and pressed the exposed metal together, immediately an acrid metallic smell began to fill the air. She secured the two pieces together with one cuff of the binders.

There were boots approaching her again and Ahsoka had to use the last blaster to shoot the approaching mirilian down.

She retreated again before the enemies retaliating blasts could hit her.

She quickly retrieved the firing pin from the disassembled blaster and carefully pressed it into the nozzle of the gas canister. The smell of gas is strong enough that she has to hold her breath as she clamps the other end of the binders around the canister.

The power pack has burned through the first layer of metal now and any moment it will spark into an electrical fire. She has to throw her little bomb as far down the hallway as she can.

She takes a steadying breath before reeling her arm back and leaning into the doorway, She force propels it as far as she can, over the heads of the thugs and down an opposing hallway. Dodging the next spattering of bolts Ahsoka throws herself to the ground and crawls quickly back toward her cell, The metal door squeaks as she slams it shut behind herself and scrambles even further into the room.

The explosion is sudden and spectacular. She’d been on battlefields with shells hitting the ground from aerial strikes and from cannon armaments. But this? This is like a volcanic eruption. A molten hot wave of air wrecks everything around her. The metal door is blown off its hinges.

It takes her time to right herself. The air is thin from the explosion eating up all the available oxygen and she’s grateful to the skylight she’d seen earlier, it’s likely been blown clean off and letting the atmosphere rush back into the space where it’d all been eaten up.

Her dress, formerly wide and flouncy and crimson red had been singed in a strange way making the outermost layer melt in on it’s self and shrink. And the color had been streaked with black at the knees from touching the floor.

In fact, all surfaces have been thoroughly singed. Black carbon scaring mar the stone around her. The dead bodies she’d left behind have been blown apart and burned black. Even the ground is too hot to touch. So Ahsoka scurries over to where she can see a pair of boots, whose feet are still laced in them.

She can hunt bare foot just fine but the ground would singer her feet if she tried, so she resigns herself quickly to the borrowed boots.

When she walks back through the doorway, what’s left of the atrium and the surrounding hallways is just a crater. There’s nothing left here that could even resemble a weapon. It’s the sight of the fallen walls and the exposed rock that finally reveals to her that she’d been underground this whole time.

She continues through the wreckage into what appears to be another hallway, long this time with proper metal prison cells lining the walls. From one cell ahead a black sun operative jumps out with his blaster drawn on her. Ahsoka reacts quickly grabbing his arm aiming it to the side and punching him squarely in the nose. As his head reels back she realizes how young he is. 15 maybe 16. He drops his blaster out of surprise and pain. She takes pity on the kid and slams him into the cell door jarring him terribly. She swipes the knife from his belt and throws him in, slamming the bars shut.

Acquiring another blaster was somewhat advantageous even if this pathetic little pistol had such low plasma power. And not a moment too soon as another armed thug rushed into the hallway. Unfortunately, he also looked very young.

That bleeding jedi heart would get her killed one of these days.

She grabbed the barrel of her own blaster with her non-dominant hand and used the other to grab him by the firing arm. She turned her body yanking him into her back and slammed her elbow into his face. When he dropped his blaster she reared her arm back and slammed the butt of her blaster into his head. Then she rolled him into the cell beside the other, who was hissing and spitting at her.

She was looking for the exit now. Ready to get the hell out of this fuckin pit.

She rushed out into the next room and found it was a hoard. Crates were piled in the center with various valuable-looking goods stacked atop them. Ahsoka thought she saw some vibroblades and even some fancy rifles. What caught her attention in the worst way was the wookie pelt. Laid out like an akul pelt. Sadness rose in her as she stepped closer.

Laying across the spread pelt was something else. It was long and made of Wroshyr wood from Kasyyyk. She could tell by the color and the pattern of the grain. On both ends it was capped with a long metal casing that ended it a spike at one end and a flattened spearhead at the other. She’d never heard of wookies using spears before. The closest thing she knew of was a war staff.

Maybe this was from some small tribe with obscure traditions. Or maybe this individual simply didn’t live by the traditional ways of his people.

Either way, Ahsoka was grateful to come across such a weapon. Though different from her separated twin blades, there was still a lot of familiarity between the techniques used to wield them.

And there’s something more than that. On her home planet, any good hunter's weapon of choice was a spear. Sure they had arrows and hunting blasters and the like, but a spear was the most versatile and ideal weapon for hunting in the grasslands. Ahsoka herself had trained with one briefly before the war started. But she hadn’t been home in some time.

Still, it felt right to find a weapon so like that of her people waiting for her in a place like this, when she was most in need of one.

She hefts the weapon up, it’s nearly as tall as she is well-worn wood grain as soft as leather against her palms. The metal cappings are in gold and they shine in the dim lighting as if polished to a mirror shine.

The girth is almost too thick for her hands. Certainly wider than her saber hilts had been. But on rare occasions, she had been forced to train with Anakin’s saber, and the thickness of that hilt coupled with the wide metal grips had nearly torn her palms to shreds. There were calluses there now that held onto the wood well.

She spins the spear slowly between her hands, getting a feel for the weight of it. At least the weapon is balanced, despite the different metal ends the weight is distributed evenly and it twirls with little resistance between her palms.

She can hear shouting ahead, whatever is left of the blacksuns that hadn’t been stationed near her cell and thus dispatched by her explosion are starting to rally themselves. She can hear them opening an armory of sorts, the metallic sounds of blasters being loaded are familiar enough that she could recognize it without the context of the moment.

So Ahsoka spins the spear until half of it is tucked under one arm and sticking out behind her. She marches resolutely through the last two dim storage rooms until she swings a door open and finds herself in a large open room.

Across from her is a group of various sentients. Black sun tattoos are the only similarity between them. Well, that and the look they give her as they raise their blasters.

There are six that she can see in front of her. Although just to the left of the group there's an open door that must be the armory. Who knows how many more are inside.

As they take aim, she takes a defensive stance, turning mostly to the side so less of her body is easy to target even as lowers her center and braces the spear against her chest.

The first two blasts are easily absorbed by the spear, so easily that it prompts her enemies to advance faster than she anticipated. She turns on the balls of her feet and swings the spear decisively the end tipped with a blade slices through a man's throat blood spraying in an arc as she continues the moment of her turn and jabs the spiked end into another’s chest.

Now this is the smooth rhythm of a fight that she’d missed.

All of this fighting with blasters and explosives has been grating on her. The fluid swing of a blade is what she’d always been meant for.

Pulling her spear free of his chest she whips the spear around again in a quick upward arc slicing his belly open. Her second opponent falls clutching his gaping abdomen.

She must dodge blaster shots again as the other four fan out trying to surround her but she is faster and more experienced than them. Ahsoka dodges quickly to the left and pins one woman’s foot to the floor as she tries to back away; then slams her elbow into her face. Releasing her foot causes the woman to crumble to the floor and a well-placed stab of the spike ends her life.

The others are approaching together now, trying to hem her in. Ahsoka responds with a wide sweep of the blade grazing all of them. Choosing one target she flicks the blade over their extremities slicing them shallowly. They stumble in retreat aiming their blaster at her chest.

She dodges and two blasts are exchanged the opponent in front of her and the one who’d been aiming behind her fall to each other's blasts.

One remains and as comfortable with the killing as Ahsoka has become in the war, she’s never relished it. She slices the old man’s throat open with a viscous jab of the blade letting her spear point fall with the body and aim itself at his chest. Two wounds in less minutes and he is dead.

It’s an unfortunate fate but Ahsoka cannot afford to mourn the deaths of men intent on killing her, not in a galaxy this cold. So she turns her eyes and her mind away from the deed as soon as it’s finished.

There are no more enemies cowering in the weapons store.

She wanders through the door at the far end of the room and finds a set of steep stairs. The walls are softer with soil rather than stone. She must be reaching the surface now. Up the stairs is a dank room with a single folding chair and a buzzing light affixed to the ceiling. It smells like a cellar but the way the light shines through the cracks in the walls makes her think it’s probably more like a shed. She’s on the surface now, finally. There’s one wooden door between her and freedom and Ahsoka doesn’t hesitate to brace her hand against it and push it open.

On the other side is nothing that she expected to see.

A black visor tilts back suddenly in surprise at coming face to face with her. Standing close enough to not allow her to step out of the door is a clone, but not just any clone, because even with the pale green moonlight Ahsoka can identify his armor with no thought at all

“Ahsoka?” he demands as if she shouldn’t be here.

“Uh, yeah, Cody what are you doing?” She asks bewildered.

“We-” Cody cuts off, incredulity coloring his entire countenance, “We were going to rescue you.” By the end of his statement Cody sounds resigned in that way he usually does when he finds himself forced to cooperate with one of Anakin’s inane plans. Baffled yet resigned.

All around her troopers in yellow armor move from their positions surrounding the dingy little surface building and gather with her and their Commander. The bemusement in their demeanor brought an unexpected note of joy to her chest. Her hand follows it resting lightly over her heart and a grin stretches across her face.

“Awe. Me? Cody, you were gonna rescue me?”

“Yes.” Cody sighs hand rubbing uselessly against the brow of his helmet. “We had to fight with the council and the navy board to get the clearance too,” his tone had migrated into irritation now.

“Well I can go back inside, you can still do it.”

“Get to the ship Tano,” He bites out.

Cody steps back to allow her through. She gathers the tatters of her fluffy red skirt in one fist and hefts her bloody spear in the other. Cody gives her a once over noting all the singe marks and slashes; bruises hiding under soot streaks. “Did you blow your way out?”

Ahsoka casts him a puzzled look. “Didn’t you see the crater on your way in?”

[aspenstarflare]

A little good ol’ polaroid doodle of Jesse and Ahsoka

[sah-14ribe]

just finished season 3 of Clone Wars and I could easily do a entire study on Anakin and Ahsoka's relationship.

But for now what I can say is that Anakin is truly capable of anything for her and I want to cry.

[w0lfwren]

anakin making an effort to drop snips after mortis cus he thinks ahsoka actually hates it but while she’s on onderon he says it Constantly because he’s just so worried about her and her heart when he can’t physically look after her.

[kalevalakryze]

March On

For Bo-Katan Week Day Two: wedding/marriage Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Ahsoka Tano, Captain/Commander Rex (CC-7567) Warnings: mentions of loss & grief Summary:”Ahsoka, wait.. you can’t go out there like that,” Bo-Katan started, her hand resting heavily on a bare shoulder. The Togruta spun to face her, Bo had to look away at the mirrored reflection of loss and pain. She’d buried everyone she knew, and Bo understood, she also understood that allowing Ahsoka to throw herself at the Imperials with nothing to protect her would be dangerous. “Look, I don’t know how much it’ll help a Jetti,” The Mandalorian made quick work of peeling away the upper half of her armor, before unzipping her flight suit to reveal the heavy vest she wore beneath it all, dark blue with beskar alloy woven into the fibers. Ahsoka’s markings furrowed as she watched the redhead remove the under armor. “Bo-Katan…” The Togruta understood what the relinquishing of armor meant to someone, especially when the Kryze crest was emblazoned across where the human’s heart had been. “You don’t have to… you aren’t Mandalorian, it doesn’t have to mean anything-“ Notes: injury mention, mentions of loss, but it's soft and I love them , for Bo-Katan Week, Day 2, Marriage/Wedding. Word Count: 2,755

AO3 Link: here!

The minute they’d cleared away the suddenly hostile Republic forces, Bo-Katan Kryze had sent out search parties, a dozen kom’rk class fighters taking to hyperspace to try and find the Jetti and her men, with the hopes that whatever had happened to the blue and orange clones that had left behind, had avoided the clones transporting Maul. 

Bo-Katan hadn’t been able to shake the unease, or the soldiers who’d flocked to the planet under the banner of an ‘Empire.’ When her scouts reported the wreck of Ahsoka’s ship, and the mass grave that resided on the desolate moon, along with a single platinum saber, the weight of the loss settled in. Bo-Katan had come to terms that all she’d care for were doomed to be lost. So she focused her attentions to Mandalore, because, even she couldn’t lead a planet to ruin, right?

The Niteowls and all who allied with her often found themselves forced off planet to avoid imperial sympathizers. They had fled to Ithor to throw Imperials off their trail, while bringing the fight to the ancient planet as well, holing up in Tafanda Bay to keep their cover among thousands. It was in the city streets that they’d spotted an all too familiar set of montrals, where Bo-Katan had given chase, and observed the look alike phantom as she attacked clone troopers, never killing them, but instead taking them down and allowing a hooded accomplice to drag them further off. 

At some point to her chase, however, Bo-Katan had lost the mysterious Togruta. The Mandalorian had stepped aside to go over her information, and hopefully pull an attack patterns from what she’d learned, when an arm slammed into her chest and forced her against the wall. The beskar protected her from the worst of it, though there was an unnatural force to the way the woman’s copper arm pressed into her, keeping her immobile even with her larger frame.

“Ahsoka…?” Bo-Katan breathed as she stared down at the woman pinning her to the wall. There was no way it could have been anyone else, she’d never seen repeated markings on anyone in the entire species before, and Ahsoka’s eyes were just this… certain shade of blue that Bo-Katan had never been able to place.

“Bo-Katan, what are you-“

“Commander, what’s going on?” A clone’s voice spoke, Bo turned her head to the side to stare at the blue painted jaig eyes on a white trooper helmet. 

“Oro’nas, it’s okay Rex,” The arm against her chest sagged, and suddenly Bo-Katan was grabbing her elbows to help keep the Jetti up. 

“What happened to you guys?” Bo questioned as she slung Ahsoka’s arm over her shoulder, arm pulling around her waist to hold up her dropping weight. 

“Tell you about it in a minute, do you have somewhere safe we can go?” Ahsoka grumbled, fingertips grasping at Bo-Katan’s armor to keep herself standing. The smell of burnt flesh reached Bo’s nose behind her helmet, her head tilting down to follow the smell, finding the decent sized burn across the Jetti’s shoulder.

“I do, and a medkit, come on,”

“Rex, I need you to go back to the others, they’re going to need you when they wake up,” Ahsoka spoke to the Clone, who looked like he’d wanted to argue, his weight shifting between his feet as his head turned back and forth between the two women and further down the alley. “I’ll be safe, I need you to keep them safe, now,”

The captain’s shoulders dropped when he realized he’d lost, before he straightened himself and leveled Bo-Katan with a glare she could feel through both their visors. He didn’t need to speak for Bo to nod her head in their silent understanding, then, with a final look, he was disappearing into the darkness of the domed city. 

Ahsoka’s weight was increasing as the Togruta dropped into her arms to steady herself, paling fingers grasping at the hood of her singed robes to yank over her head. The tip of her right Montreal poked from a hole in the worn fabric, but other than that, it served its purpose in concealing the woman beneath her. 

Bo-Katan made quick strides in rushing Ahsoka back to the motel she’d scraped enough creds to get for a couple nights. The other Niteowls had all split up to keep their tails harder to find, so she didn’t have to worry about raising any alarm when she shoved into the room with the pain-drunk Jetti. 

“Ahsoka, hey, c’mon,” Bo called as she lowered the younger woman onto the edge of the bed. “I have to take off your robe to get to your shoulder, but I need you to tell me it’s okay,” And maybe, two years ago, if they’d been in this situation, Bo wouldn’t have even cared enough to get the Togruta to safety. But she’d grown since then, had grown in all her losses since The Clone Wars started, even. 

She’d wound up having to cut the fabric the rest of the way off the Togruta, where she quickly learned that being a fugitive Jedi was in no way easier than being an ‘empire hating traitorous Mandalorian’ The blaster burn wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but the physical and emotional exhaustion was clearly catching up to her, Bo could almost guess with a certainty that Ahsoka had been moving nonstop since the Republic’s fall, something she could relate to a little too well these days.

Bacta and bandages were doled out across damaged skin, a burn here, a laceration there, an ugly dark bruise over there. Bo-Katan was careful with each application, projecting the care she knew her own injuries needed onto the younger woman on her bed. 

Ahsoka, who had been in a blissful state of limbo between wakefulness and slumber, blinked up at the Mandalorian as she worked, markings furrowed so tight together that Bo could almost feel her think. “What?” The redhead snapped instinctively, once she finished packing the medkit away and finally let her own eyes meet the startling blue of Ahsoka’s. 

“The Jedi are gone,” She answered, instead of offering a reasoning for her staring. “There were chips in the clones heads’ to control them�� Palpatine is a Sith,” She turned over in the bed and curled herself into a tight ball. “We didn’t see any of it coming,”  

Bo-Katan paused, hand hovering just inches away from the young woman’s leg, her brows furrowing. What the kriff was she supposed to say to that? How could she say anything to offer comfort or sympathy in any genuine manner, when all she’d felt since everything went to shit had been numbness? “Rex and I. . . We’ve been trying to free as many as we can, but it’s not safe for any of them for me to be near them,” 

“You’re going to use me as a way to ditch them,” Bo stated, lips pressing into a thin line as the Togruta’s head nodded against the sheets. 

“It’s not safe for them-“

“But is it going to be safe for you? Where are your sabers? You don’t even have a blaster, or any kind of protection, do you even have a ship?” There was an incredulous high note to her voice, expressing how the entire plan sounded like bantha shit. “gar shuk meh kyrayc, you need to give yourself time,”

“I think you’re the last person who can say anything about taking time, Lady Kryze,” There was an edge to her tone that Ahsoka didn’t typically carry, not the Jetti she’d known. But then, she’d died, hadn’t she? Even if it was Ahsoka Tano’s body in front of her, the kid who she’d met on Carlac, or the woman who’d helped her lay siege to her home and drive out the Sith’s Shadow Collective, until the Clones had razed their work to the ground. Ahsoka had to become someone different, in a war where she stood with very few behind her, and no reinforcements against the entire Grand Army of the Republic’s resources. 

Ahsoka was getting up, Bo-Katan’s hand still hovering as she stared at the Togruta’s jerky movements, the way she straightened herself up and brushed away dirt. “I know the risks, and the consequences that come with it, I’ve accepted them a long time ago,” 

When she moved for the door, Bo-Katan stood, finally reaching out and grabbing her arm to keep her still. She knew the Jetti could throw her off if she’d wanted, but still the mandalorian took a breath. “Ahsoka, just wait, I can’t let you go like this,” The woman spun, fiery blue meeting the soft off-green of her own, and Bo forced her shoulders to relax, even if her fight instinct wanted to kick in at the sight of a practically cornered apex predator. 

Bo-Katan forced herself to look away, to stare at the hard line between the orange and white of her facial markings, the catch the way skin furrowed in simmering anger and resentment, feelings she knew the jetti preached against, but none of which she could blame her for. Not after she’d had to bury and watch everyone she loved die. 

“Look, I don’t know how much it’ll help a Jetti,” The Mandalorian made quick work of peeling away the upper half of her armor, tossing it onto the bedspread before unzipping her flight suit to reveal the heavy vest she wore beneath it all, dark blue with beskar alloy woven into the fibers. It wasn’t a common practice among most Mandalorians, to double up on their armor, in fact, the armored vest had only been produced by the New Mandalorians who gave up their armor, she’d found that piece in her ori’vod’s closet after her death, made to help her survive an assassination attempt (she didn’t want to think about Satine’s chance of survival if she’d been wearing it when Maul killed her, it hurt too much).

Ahsoka’s markings furrowed as she watched the redhead remove the under armor. “Bo-Katan…” The Togruta understood what the relinquishing of armor meant to someone, especially when the Kryze crest was emblazoned across where the human’s heart had been. 

“You don’t have to… you aren’t Mandalorian, it doesn’t have to mean anything-“ Because it technically was an exchange of armor, it meant more than the spare clothes she’d given her on Mandalore, because it meant she cared enough to ensure protection. 

Ahsoka reached out to take the armor, rubbing the stiff metal woven material between her fingers. “The clones taught me a lot about Mandalorians, everything they’d passed down between each other from their donor,” Her anger simmered into nothing, then, and Bo was able to relax for real. “I used to ask, when I saw pieces traded off between the battalions, or when Kote started to wear Master Kenobi’s robes…”

“Ahsoka, if you’re going to leave them behind,” Bo-Katan’s hand slid from her bicep to her free hand. “I want you to join my clan, if… if you want, so you aren’t alone,” She knew the Jetti and the Mandalorians’ had different views about death, but they’d all believed that no one was ever truly gone, and if Bo-Katan managed to die still considered a Mandalorian, she wanted her march to be with Ahsoka, even with the rift the world was forcing between her and those she loved. 

“You have a saying, don’t you ? When you offer this?” Ahsoka’s fingers interlocked with Bo-Katan’s, the redhead squeezing as she nodded, calm, for a woman who was practically standing topless into the Jedi equivalent of a kicked tooka.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.” Bo-Katan explained, weight shifting from foot to foot. “I know, that we’ll be apart often, I may never see you again,” Ahsoka’s head nodded solemnly at this. “But, we’d always be together, even if the entire galaxy is against us, keeping us apart, I’ll still be there,” 

When Ahsoka moved, Bo-Katan had half a mind to tense up or fight back, because really, when Ahsoka’s arms wrapped around her neck, the redhead had to come to terms with how long it’s been since someone hugged her. The body armor was pressed between them, Bo-Katan’s arms wrapped tight around her waist as Ahsoka’s fingers once more scrambled for purchase, this time, against bare skin instead of her armor. “The Jedi code forbids attachments,” Ahsoka pointed out in a whisper, bringing something akin to a cocky smirk to the human’s lips.

“Then it’s a good thing you aren’t a Jetti, if you accept, you’ll be Mandalorian by right.. though we don’t have a witness,” 

“The force can bear witness, no one’s ever truly gone,” Bo let herself believe, for just a moment, that maybe it was true, that maybe the feeling of being watched not as prey, but with care, could be Satine, or hell, even Pre, before he’d gone nuts. 

“Alright,” Her hands moved to take the armor and help slide it over Ahsoka’s shoulders, raising the fabric so it wouldn’t catch on the bandaging job she’d done on her shoulder, “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” Once again, Bo took Ahsoka’s hands in her own, thumb brushing against bruised knuckles as she spoke, finally forcing her eyes to lock with Ahsoka’s own. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Ahsoka echoed, her hands squeezing Bo-Katans. Both of their faces lit up in a small smile, before the shorter woman was leaning up to capture Bo’s lips in a kiss that was more toothy smiles than anything. 

“I know you have to go, but would you consider staying? Just for the night, and I’ll get you what you need when you have to go,” 

Ahsoka seemed to ponder this, though the way she’d lowered herself back onto the bed beside Bo’s armor told her enough. “Alright, but I still have to give you something, it’s part of the exchange… I don’t have any armor, but do you think you could get a hold of some orange and white paint?” 

It had been easy enough to fulfill the request before midnight had struck the chronometers, and soon enough, Bo-Katan was helping pack gear into a bag while Ahsoka worked on her left pauldron on the other side of the room. “Should I be scared about what you’re doing?” She called over the noise of the Togruta sanding away paint echoed off the thin walls. 

“No, I mean, probably, I’ve only ever painted plastoid before, but.. it’s fine,” 

“gotal’ad, help us,” A white paint tipped brush was thrown at her, thumping harmlessly against the pillow she’d raised to deflect it. “That paint was already there when I rented the room,” Bo decided with a nod of her head, before she went to secure the bag,

“Anyways, I’m all done,” Ahsoka used the force to call the brush to her hand, before dropping it onto the little fold out table in the corner. When she presented the repainted pauldron, Bo-Katan blinked. 

Blue trim, orange background, and the white markings that were etched into Ahsoka’s face since birth. She knew it was important to her, enough so that the clones had bore the marks to express their admiration and love. She didn’t see it as a secondhand gesture, but the honor of being seen as worthy to wear it. It was the marking of clan Tano, truly. “I’ve always needed some more color,” Bo pointed out with a smile, offering her shoulder for the Togruta to fit the pauldron back on. “It looks good,” She confirmed, leaning to press her lips to Ahsoka’s forehead, a smile tugging at her own as she pulled back. 

The duo didn’t sleep the rest of the night, but when it was time for Ahsoka to go, they both felt more relaxed than they had since their time before the siege. Bo-Katan had led Ahsoka to the shipyard to watch her go in the small freighter she’d secured the night prior. As she’d watched the ship’s thrusters engage to take the newly minted Mando into the greater galaxy, Bo-Katan let her fingers touch the paint on her pauldron. There was no doubt in Bo-Katan's mind that this would be the last time they would see each other like this, at least... for some time. "Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la"

Translations: Jetti - Jedi oro'nas - gloves off/stand down gar shuk meh kyrayc - you're no use dead ori'vod's - older sibling's Kote - 'Glory' used to refer to Grand Marshal Commander Cody, CC-2224 Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors. gotal’ad - maker/creator Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - not gone, merely marching far away

[rosmariner]

Cody had teased his brother relentlessly about how quickly he’d become protective of Ahsoka, joking that she might as well share their face and have been born from a tube. 

I adore Rex and Ahsoka's sibling dynamic, and I really like how you brought Cody in as an older older brother!

Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned down and nudged her with his shoulder, knocking her slightly off balance. “What I’m trying to say is it’s easy to think we’ve all got our shit together at a distance. Jedi, clones, even other padawans. But everyone is on their own path. Sometimes we are burning brightly, sometimes we're close to burning out, and sometimes we’re relying on the ones around us to hold us up, and all of that is part of life. Doesn’t make you any less or the general any more. Just means you’re doing it differently, and from what I know of General Skywalker, different comes with the territory. You’re doing alright, Commander. You’re finding your way, just like the rest of us, and no one can rush that. Not even The Chosen One.” 

This is soooo good, as one of Cody's lines and as general life advice lol!

Congratulations on 800 followers, and thank you for sharing more of your writing!!!

Congrats on 800 🥳 !!!!

For a quote-ficlet request, Commander Cody and Ahsoka Tano (underappreciated duo imo)! “What did Skywalker do now?”

THANK YOU SO MUCH and THANK YOU very much for the ask! I completely agree that they are an underappreciated duo! I hope you dig what I came up with!

Rating: T

Warnings: language, extremely fluffy sibling dynamics

Word Count: 1.6k words

“Ah good. Anakin’s returned.” 

Cody glanced up just in time to see the 501st’s gunship landing in the hangar of their Venator. The doors hissed open, and he felt himself already doing the mental tally in his mind, checking off brothers as they stepped out one by one. Their numbers still appeared to be mostly intact, and Cody felt himself relax slightly, especially when he caught a glimpse of a pair of painted blue Jaig eyes emerging from inside the ship.

“I’m curious how his mission went,” General Kenobi remarked. “Hopefully, he and Ahsoka were able to hold the line on the eastern front. That will make recapturing the capital city much easier.” 

Cody had a sneaking suspicion that things hadn’t gone quite according to plan. They rarely did when his general’s former padawan was left unsupervised. The first glimpse he caught of Skywalker’s new padawan only seemed to confirm that suspicion. He could already see something was off in the way the young Togruta’s shoulders slumped as she strode off of the gunship. Her eyes were glassy, and her teeth were digging firmly into her bottom lip. She was clearly trying to keep her head up and put on a brave front, but something had battered her, and judging by the fact that she had no visible injuries, Cody suspected it was her master. His mouth turned downward in annoyance.

What did Skywalker do now? 

It wasn’t that he thought Skywalker was necessarily cruel for the sake of being cruel; he just hadn’t wanted a padawan, a fact that he had made abundantly clear to that padawan despite her not being at fault in any of this. She was a child, one that had been placed on a transport and sent into a warzone. And Anakin had yet to accept that fact and adapt to it, something Cody couldn’t understand. 

We always took care of the cadets. Always protected them when we could. Always looked forward to mentoring them so that they would be able to stay safe. Why won’t he do the same for her?

Rex had told him what Skywalker had been subjecting his padawan to for training, and quite frankly, it enraged him. While Cody was as stringent about preparing his men and their counterparts for battle as anyone, he vehemently disagreed with Skywalker’s methods for a multitude of reasons. 

Firing on a teenager, even with stun bolts? Unacceptable. 

Rex had confessed how much he hated it after a few rounds at 79s, and while he had to support his general in front of his men and toe the line, watching the young Togruta’s confidence slowly slip away under her reluctant master’s constant berating was beginning to wear on him as well. Cody had teased his brother relentlessly about how quickly he’d become protective of Ahsoka, joking that she might as well share their face and have been born from a tube. 

But in spite of all of his teasing, he understood it. He couldn’t deny he felt a certain level of protectiveness over her as well, as did Kenobi. When he’d found out that his general had initially thought she was assigned as his padawan, Cody had allowed himself to think about how things might have been different, how she’d have been leading with him rather than Rex. He’d liked the thought of having her around, but he also knew Ahsoka had had a positive impact on Rex, and that the two of them working together had maybe tempered some of his brother’s recklessness. 

Kenobi would have been the better choice, of that he was certain. His general was empathetic to a fault at times, normally very cognizant of the feelings of the people around him. However, at the moment, it seemed that his general was completely focused on his former padawan, oblivious to the mood of the young Togruta as he strode by her, absently resting a hand on her shoulder in greeting as he passed. Cody could see the touch brought her little comfort as Kenobi continued past, not even sparing her a second glance as he greeted Skywalker. Anakin was obviously in a foul mood, his brows knitted together in his trademark scowl. Ahsoka turned and looked over her shoulder at master one more time as he exited the gunship, clearly hoping for some sort of reprieve, but Skywalker pointedly ignored her, meeting Kenobi and walking off with him in the opposite direction with Rex in tow. The captain of the 501st removed his helmet as he fell into step behind them, his gaze lingering on Ahsoka as she slumped off before he turned and met Cody’s eyes with a pleading look. The unspoken ask was clear. 

Keep an eye on her. 

Cody gave him a short nod, and Rex responded with a grateful grimace before he disappeared out of the hangar with their commanding officers. 

Ahsoka had made her way over to one of the large windows on the hangar deck and was hugging herself tightly, staring out at the starfield before her. Cody ran his hand through his short-cropped, regulation haircut before sighing to himself and striding over. She didn’t turn to look at him when he stopped next to her, her eyes only briefly flicking over to where he stood before returning to the empty space ahead of them. 

They’d had a few interactions, all of which were brief and simple, but this time, Cody wasn’t quite certain where to start. He didn’t want to drag Skywalker through the mud in front of her. As far as he understood Jedi tradition, she was permanently bound to her master, and they had to figure each other out. Driving an even larger wedge in between them wouldn’t help things, and it would only make Rex and his brothers less safe if their two Jedi leaders were at odds. But she wouldn’t want to be coddled either, that much he’d gathered from her personality. She was a good kid, as stubborn as her master, but above all, determined to prove that she was competent, that she could do this, that she would do this. It just might take more time than she had patience for. 

Cody wet his lips. “Would you like to talk about it?” 

Ahsoka shrugged, but he could see her eyes were still glossy. “Same as always," she muttered. "I disappointed Master Skywalker again. Did something wrong, and apparently, I somehow should have known better.” She sniffed. “I know he didn’t want me, and I’m trying so hard to be a good padawan and a good leader, but I don’t have it all figured out yet, and I feel like I can’t learn it all fast enough. Like I’ll never be good enough.” 

Cody nodded, thinking for a moment before taking a deep breath and wading in. “You know, no matter how many times I come up here, I never get used to the number of stars I can see from this deck. More than I can from any planet’s surface.” 

The padawan was quiet for a moment before dipping her chin in agreement, not questioning his abrupt change of topic. “They’re really pretty.”

“That they are. But you know, it’s always funny to me how they all look the same from here,” he noted. Ahsoka turned to him, raising one eyebrow in curiosity, clearly wondering where he was going with this. Cody pressed forward. “They’re all different when you’re up close. Some are burning hot and blue, while others are cooler and red. Some are massive and others are smaller. A few are part of a binary system with two stars, some have even more than that, relying on one another to keep things in balance, but you can’t see them separately from here. Some are at the beginning of their life, others moments from going supernova or burning out. All so different, but from here, they all look the same.” 

Ahsoka rocked on her heels. “I suppose that’s true.” 

Cody flexed his fingers, glancing over down at her to see if his hastily cobbled-together metaphor was landing. She was clearly mulling it over, but he decided to maybe be a bit more clear rather than letting her meander towards his meaning. There were enough riddles and metaphors in her Jedi training.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned down and nudged her with his shoulder, knocking her slightly off balance. “What I’m trying to say is it’s easy to think we’ve all got our shit together at a distance. Jedi, clones, even other padawans. But everyone is on their own path. Sometimes we are burning brightly, sometimes we're close to burning out, and sometimes we’re relying on the ones around us to hold us up, and all of that is part of life. Doesn’t make you any less or the general any more. Just means you’re doing it differently, and from what I know of General Skywalker, different comes with the territory. You’re doing alright, Commander. You’re finding your way, just like the rest of us, and no one can rush that. Not even The Chosen One.” 

A smirk tugged at the corner of Ahsoka’s lips as she recovered her balance and shrugged. “You mean to tell me you and Master Kenobi don’t always have things figured out?” 

Cody chuckled quietly. “If we did, do you think I’d have a clip on my belt specifically for when I recover his lightsaber?” 

Ahsoka giggled, and Cody warmed. “Don’t tell him I said that though," he whispered.

The young Togruta grinned. “I won’t.” She leaned against the clone commander slightly. “Thanks, Cody.” 

The gesture took him aback slightly, but he reached down and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Of course, kid.” 

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[kayberrie]

Cute clone thoughts

When the 501st first meet their new Commander, they're annoyed. Why should they have to deal with a youngligh, especially in the middle of a war? Ahsoka's just a liability.

But eventually their Mandalorian instincts kick in, and they can't just watch this child bounce around the walls unsupervised. So I present you with these thoughts;

Rex, making sure that she eats before every battle. If she hasn't, he'll pull out a ration bar from some secret pocket. He's the reason she's so healthy.

Echo, helping her study for her Jedi tests, even though he doesn't quite understand all the material. He's the reason she never fails a test.

Fives, showing her the best ways to prank their brothers. The first time that shaving cream shows up in their food, he's incredibly proud. He's the reason she's banned from ordering suspicious supplies.

Hardcase, sneaking her midnight snacks and gossiping with her until 3 in the morning. He's the reason she can eat three tubs of ice cream in as many minutes.

Jesse, teaching her the secrets of the ships and weapons even though he's not technically supposed to do that. He's the reason she can sneak through the Venator without anyone noticing.

And Ahoska is the reason they all smile a little brighter, the reason that their dreams aren't quite as bad, the reason the 501st is so damn protective of their commander. Because that's their little sister, and they're her big brothers.

BONUS

Kix, handing her a cute sticker and gently wiping away her tears after giving her shots because she's scared of needles. He's the reason she's not anymore.

[motherofdogs1010]

A Jedi in Arrakis VII (Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: 18+ only, jedi!reader, pinv!sex, fingering, angst, fluff, mentions of death, somewhat-canon Dune PT. 1 & 2, Paul is somewhat canon, talks of questioning the Force and teachings, spoilers for Dune Part I and II, eventual marriage

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Series Masterlist

The journey to Sietch Tabr met them with danger as they eventually stumbled across Harkonnen soldiers descending from a ship. The body of Jamis having been left as a decoy as the Fremen told them to hide amongst the rock so that they may be able to handle the Harkonenn soldiers that she soon caught on were following them.

It was the sound of a thumper that eventually drew them away from where they hide, she watched as the soldiers floated up towards the top of the rock structure where they hide, not wanting to face a worm while the sun soon began to become eclipsed.

It wasn't until Harkonnen soldiers began to fall from the rock above them as they moved along the bottom that it began obvious the Fremen had been awaiting the soldiers.

Swiftly and efficiently killing them.

It seemed that was what being on Arrakis had come to.

Killing to survive as her, Paul and Lady Jessica killed the stragglers that had managed to escape the surprise attack. BB had some action too with zapping one of them in order to Paul to kill one.

Lady Jessica had assured them that her and Paul's unborn sister were well before they bore witness to the Fremen lining up the soldiers to extract water from their bodies.

It was fascinating to watch as they utilized water from the body, seeing the mechinism suck out the water until their skin was so tight against the bone they were mummified.

"Do you drink the water?" she asked, Stilgar chuckled.

"Not this one. Too dirty from all the chemicals, but good enough for cooling systems."

Unfortunately, the sight was too much for Lady Jessica as she soon vomitted, Stilgar having told her not to let it out but unable to stop it.

"Are you alright?" she asked, Paul parroting her question.

She nodded and dry heaved.

Eventually, the water was all collected, the bodies piled up and a thumper left for a sand worm to come and devour the bodies as they continued their journey deeper into the dunes.

"You fight well", Chani said.

"Thank you", she replied.

"Was it only you under your Master's training?"

"No, I had another companion, her name was Ashoka." A small smile came onto her face at the memory.

Longing fell upon her at the mention of Ahsoka because it brought up memories of home, of everyone. She wondered if she'd ever actually see them again, but the longer and deeper she went into Arrakis, the further that flew away.

"We were like sisters, her and I", Y/N sighed, a sadness seeping in her chest.

She knew she was going to have to accept she'd never see them again. Her life was here now, not back on Naboo or training under Anakin.

She just hoped everything was okay back home with the Clone Wars.

Sietch Tabr was amazing.

Tall slabs of rocks with writing carved into to, perfectly placed holes where light seeped into and the sound of indistinctive chattering echoing in the halls as Stilgar led them further in.

She glanced at Paul as he nodded, assuringly but soon they were met with hundreds of Fremen shouting angrily at them and screaming Jamis' name over and over again. Paul grasped her hand as BB beeped in fear before she heard countless words echoed over and over again.

Stilgar had them taken to what she guessed was like a communal area for the community as there were countless little groups spread about, taking. They had removed the stilsuits in favor of the muslin cloth clothes provided and sat in their own little area, BB decided to hibernate for a bit.

"They're calling you The One Who Brings Light", Paul whispered to her.

"And you the Messiah", she replied back. "You must teach me the language. But tell me, who is this person they call me?"

"The belief that the Messiah will come with their lover, the One Who Brings Light to free Arrakis from its chains. They will come with a Blade of Light and wield it in battle against the enemy, helping free the Fremen and bring peace."

"And how do you feel about their thoughts of you as their Messiah?"

Paul was silent.

"You can tell me, Paul", she said, "I will not judge."

"Conflicted", he answered, "a part of me hates it but the other part wants to sway the non-believers to my benefit of getting to the Emperor. So that I may avenge my father and my House."

"Your father did not believe in revenge", Lady Jessica spoke.

"I do", Paul retorted.

Soon enough, they were served a meal. It had a similar consistency to porridge and the flavor was like blue milk with the added spice that gave it any edge. It was nothing she hadn't handled heat wise, her tongue favored heat.

"There is spice in the food", Paul said, blinking.

Stilgar called for Lady Jessica and they watched as he led her away.

"I wonder what they want with her", she pondered.

"Who knows."

Once they finished eating, she rested her head on Paul's shoulder and he sighed. He intertwined their hands as they sat in silence before Paul whispered, "I've missed you."

She looked at him, "I've been here beside you."

"No, I've missed you, darling."

Her eyes widened slightly before she shyly whispered, "Paul."

He leaned his forehead against her, "I am but a man. A man with a beautiful woman that loves him. Is it so shameful that I've missed said woman? A woman that I've only had the pleasure of only sharing a single night with."

She sheepishly looked away, heat reaching her ears and cheeks as Paul chuckled.

🪐

It turned out that the Reverend Mother was dying, no other Bene Gesserit woman present being suitable and Lady Jessica accepting the role.

"You should be honored to accept it", Paul said.

"Is it the highest title?" Y/N asked, Lady Jessica nodded.

"Very."

"Is it different here?"

"Each culture does it differently", Lady Jessica explained. "So I have no idea what will occur."

Y/N saw it in her eyes: she was afraid and Paul voiced it to her.

"Reverend Mothers are tasked with holding the memories of all those that came before so I'll be given centuries of pain and sorrow", Lady Jessica said, her eyes tired and heavy.

"Is it lethal?" Paul asked.

"For men."

"But you will be alright?" she asked, concerned.

"Yes", Lady Jessica reassured. "I am not a man."

They followed the others outside to where Lady Jessica entered a cave opening with the other Bene Gesserit sisters as her and Paul stood outside it, other groups of Fremen sat under tarps to protect them from the harsh sun as they waited.

BB let out a series of beeps and Paul chuckled.

"I'm beginning to understand you", he mused, BB waited for a moment before popping open a compartment and giving Paul a thumbs up.

"Now he and I won't be able to gossip about you", she teased, Paul scowled playfully.

"I have amazing qualities, no need to hide between your hands to gossip."

She smiled at Paul as he grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers and she felt a sense a peace.

The sun felt hot against her back as she looked around to find Chani sitting under a pitched tent that was low to the sand with what she assumed were her friends as they laughed and spoke.

"Do you think they believe?" she softly whispered.

"No", Paul answered. "But it doesn't hurt for us to mingle with the locals."

Moving towards Chani's group, BB easily rolled over the smooth sand as Chani looked up at them as they approached.

"Hello", she said, Chani and her friends nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hello", Chani echoed.

Her friends eyed BB, who rolled cautiously closer to her and Paul as Paul spoke, "you don't believe in all this, do you?"

"No, we don't", Chani replied.

"These are old Southern beliefs", another answered. "Southern tribes believe a messiah and his lover will come to deliver us from evil."

"So, you don't believe in the Lisan al-Gaib and The One Who Brings Light?"

"We believe in Fremen." The way the woman spoke, she could tell that here in the Northern tribes, this belief went deep. "You want to control people, you tell them a messiah will come. Then they'll wait for centuries."

It was then that they heard Stilgar speak in Chakbosa as he emerged from the mouth of the cave before saying, "now, we must pray."

He moved towards a separate group where there were older Fremen, watching them get down to their knees and begin to pray as they laid their heads on the sand.

"And him?" Y/N asked.

"Stilgar?" Chani questioned, Y/N nodded. "He's from the South. You didn't hear his accent?"

Chani and her group laughed at her and Y/N felt a bit of embarrassment.

"You have an odd accent", a male in the group said. "All formal and diplomatic."

"With odd hair. Two lumps on either side of your head."

"She's not from here", Paul defended, "she comes from another galaxy. She crashed landed here on Arrakis with her Droid trying to get to her Resistance Base."

BB let out a series of beeps.

"It's alright, BB", she said, patting his head. "They're curious."

Silence befell the group for a moment or two before Paul asked, "what will happen to my mother?"

The question drove the group to speak in Chakbosa, which left her and Paul looking at one another.

"She will be alright, Paul", she reassured. "Your mother is strong."

Paul's mother was a Reverend Mother now, but that alone had brought discourse in the tribe.

The process had drained her of her energy and the Sisters were encasing the woman ins a type of shroud to allow her to be carried back.

"I think they are arguing over you", she said, moving a piece of hair from Lady Jessica's face. "What will you do?"

"I will try to resolve this."

She listened as Paul agreed with Chani and her group, claiming he was not the messiah and that his mother's survival was due to her training as a Bene Gesserit.

"And what of The One Who Carries Light? She has come!"

"I come from a place where many yield such blades", she said, "I am not a liberator. I am still a student in my craft."

"All I ask is that you allow us to learn your ways and let us fight beside you", Paul announced. "That is all we ask."

~

It was near dusk when Lady Jessica emerged from her slumber with bright blue eyes and a new aura to her as Paul sat in her new room that had been occupied by the previous Reverend Mother.

"Are you two alright?" he asked, Lady Jessica nodded.

"Yes, she was frightened for a moment, but she's okay."

Paul relaxed at the statement before his mother continued, "she speaks to me."

Confusion filled him, his unborn sister... is speaking to her from the womb?

"She believes in you... in both of you."

Lady Jessica grasped his wrists with wild eyes, "she says only one step remains and Paul, you will become the Kwisatz Haderach and Y/N will rule by your side. Only one step, Paul! You must do what I did!"

Paul felt a fear like never before enwrap him but he couldn't move away

"You must drink the Water of Life! It will free you! You will see!"

Paul could not get the conversation out of his mind for the remainder of the day.

As part of their immersion into becoming one with the Fremen was learning how to cross the sand and survive properly. A tent and food was given to them as BB was to say with Lady Jessica as soon the suns fell into darkness as they continued their crossing.

Stilgar had warned them against the possible dangers of being deep into the sands, even saying demonic lizards lived in the sands that would try to trick your minds.

"You two sandwalk like a drunk lizard", a voice echoed. "You aren't even in worm territory yet."

She looked to see Chani sitting on a dune watching them.

"I thought we were doing well", Paul panted.

Chani stood as she sandwalked slowly to them, "you must break up your rhythm."

She came to them, showing them, "but you must make your steps wider."

Chani came to her and forced one of her legs to slider farther, "you bear more weight so your steps must be longer."

She wobbled a little as she forced on not falling over at the new stance.

"Now, that's interesting because in the film books I've studies--"

"Paul, are you about to question a Fremen on how to properly do this?" she asked with a raised brow.

Chani blinked at Paul, "come, both of you. Follow my steps."

With Chani's demonstration and help, sandwalking became much easier.

Soon, Chani had proved to become a friend to her and it made her miss Ashoka more than ever. She was the only one to believe in her and Paul's training, helping show them the ropes of learning and Y/N found Chani to be a kind person underneath the stern exterior she displayed.

She demonstrated how the windtraps worked, how to properly string tents and the beginnings of understanding Chakbosa.

🪐

Sitting in the tent, she ran a brush through her hair as the flap opened and looking over her shoulder, she saw Paul walking in his loose tunic clothing.

Standing up from the large cot, she walked over to his as he grasped her hips and pulled his close to her.

Being here among the dunes had proved to be a different type of difficult under the hot suns and unforgiving environment, but had somehow brought her and Paul into a new level of intimacy.

She stared into his eyes as she caressed his cheek before Paul leaned down, meeting her lips in a tongue filled kiss that left her thighs clenching as she fisted his shirt. Their lips clashing, tongues gliding over one another before Paul began to trail his lips down to her neck and finding the one spot he knew made her shudder, abusing the spot as he brought a hand up to her breast.

"Paul", she gasped as she felt her cunt clench and clit throb.

"I know, darling. Let me finally show you how I've missed you."

He pulled away and helped her take off her muslin nightgown, revealing her bare body underneath.

Her thighs felt sticky from the wetness coming from her. It had been so long since she had first been with Paul and it felt as if her body was shaking with need, her cunt feeling so slick and wet for him.

Walking backwards, she sat on the cot as Paul moved to take off his shirt, exposing to her his lean frame that she so loved. She brought a hand to his abdomen, trailing it down to palm at his obvious erection that Paul had as she helped him remove his pants.

His heavy cock leaked pre-cum and looked angry with need as she went to grasp it, but Paul shook his head.

"Please, don't tease me, darling. I need to be inside you."

Laying back down on the cot, she felt Paul tug back down as she yelped a little in surprise to find his kneeling at the foot of the cot.

"I just need a taste, my love."

She parted her legs, shyly as Paul brought his thumbs to her lips and spread her. His mere touch making her moan and whine as he cooed, "oh, love, you've missed me as I have you, haven't you?"

"Yes", she whined, "oh, Paul, how I've missed you."

She could only imagine how she looked to Paul as he cooed further, "your clit is so swollen, love. And I bet I can-"

She cried out as he slid two fingers in, her slickness allowing such a action to occur as he begun to slowly thrusting his fingers into her. She shivered as his fingers met that one spot in her that made her arch her back as Paul's hot mouth encased her clit, sucking on it as slowly as his fingers moved.

"Paul, please. I need more", she whined, "please."

He released her clit in a grin, "more, love? Do you not want to be made love to?"

She felt his fingers move in sped, her eyes rolling back as they begun to move in a deeper and rougher sped that had her moaning like those whores she had heard of on Azar.

"Or is it you want me to fuck you like a whore?"

"Yes", she began to sob as Paul's fingers bullied her cunt.

She had never pictured herself to be such a person but as Paul slid yet another finger into her, she tried to grasp at sides of the cot to keep herself grounded.

"Your cunt is so greedy, she just swallows my fingers."

It was then Paul brought his other hand and pressed down where her womb was and she cried out, he moved back to sucking on her clit in a harsh manner. The pleasure seemed to increase and her toes curled tightly, tears streaming as her cunt seized, squeezing his fingers as she felt her orgasm wash over her like a tidal waves.

Her legs slightly shook as Paul lapped at her clit, his fingers beginning to slowly slow in sped before he pulled them out.

She panted as she opened her eyes, watching as he stood and looked at the mess she had made on his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking at it and he moaned at the taste.

"You taste so sweet."

"Paul, please. I need you." Y/N could see that Paul's cock seem to be leaking so much and looked so red at the tip.

It seemed her wish finally came true as Paul between her legs, she grasped his face and brought their lips together in a moaning mess before they both cried out as Paul slid home into her.

Their arms wrapped around one another as their hips began to rock, Paul's cock bullying her womb practically as they breathed the same air, their bodies so intertwined it was hard to tell where she began and where Paul ended.

Her nipples rubbed so deliciously against Paul's slick skin that it only fueled her lust.

"Ah, I-I... love you, Paul!" Paul's hips seemed to rock even faster, the slapping of their flesh could surely been heard in the camp.

"I-I love you too", Paul grunted before he pulled out and left her whining as her cunt throbbed. "Turn over, I want to try something different."

She panted but curiousity filled her as she went onto her hands and knees, hearing Paul shuffle behind her before she gasped as Paul slid into her.

It felt so much deeper like this as Paul once again began to move.

Sex was forbidden among the Jedi Order and she could understand why as Paul had her soon drooling like a whore, letting all of the Fremen in this camp hear how she was begging for it all.

Her elbows soon enough gave out under it all, letting her top half fall to the cot as she bounced in time to Paul's thrusts.

She felt that familiar clenching as Paul brought a hand to her clit, rubbing it as he mouthed at her back.

Her second orgasm had her feeling like she was floating and shivering that she missed the warm sensation of Paul's cum filling her up, but once she did feel it, she moaned at the full feeling.

Collapsing soon from it all, they found themselves in a sweaty, lovers' embrace as their hearts tried to calm down and their lungs try to get more air back in them.

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons that took me forever to edit

I feel like my last couple of headcanons have been mushy so I’ve decided to write some shit Ahsoka and Anakin do that piss each other off 

Ahsoka bites the skin around her nails all the time and most of the time she won't stop till they’re bleeding 

Anakin’s tried literally everything in the book to get her to stop 

He tried putting spices on her hands forgetting that she likes spicy food, he’s tried painting her nails (like that’ll do anything) but she keeps picking the paint off, now he just uses the force to remove them from her mouth 

That’s gotten a few growls from her but at least it makes her aware she’s doing it but it doesn’t stop her from bitting them a couple of seconds later

Honestly he’s given up and just sits in silence while she complains about the pain

Anakin paces whenever he’s even slightly nervous and she can tell how nervous he is depending on how fast he moves 

If he’s just kinda anxious he moves pretty slow but if he’s like one shirt caught on a door handle away from a panic attack he’s teleporting 

When Padme told him he was gonna be a dad he was ecstatic for about 24 hours but after that some invisible timer went off in his head he booked it to Ahsoka’s house (she lives down the street cause of course she does)

Walked into her room and woke her poor sleepy butt up with all his pacing 

Girl swears to this day he broke the damn sound barrier with how fast he was moving 

She just wordlessly sat up and patted her bed cause she knew she wasn’t gonna get any sleep until he did 

She sat by him and listened as he rattled off all his worries and only really stepped in when the darker thoughts surfaced when it was all said and done she turned to him and said “Now let me kriffing sleep” 

Should he have probably left the room yeah but he got a total of 30 minutes of “sleep” that night so it’s not surprising that he knocked the fuck out of

Padme was a little bit alarmed to wake up without Anakin but was quickly soothed when she read Ahsoka’s message “Your nerf herders with me” 

She knew the pregnancy would dredge up some unhappy feelings and she also knew Anakin can’t think clearly if he doesn’t have Ahsoka to sort through the bullshit in his head 

She just got ready for brunch with her two favorite people and smiled cause she knew Obi-Wan and Rex would join them for dinner with or without an invitation 

When Anakin and Ahsoka were living together they would kick each other out of their own bathrooms 

Why? Well Ahsoka said Anakin’s had better lighting and water pressure and Anakin would do it to spite Ahsoka because he knew it would piss her off  

Slowly but surely their stuff gets moved into each other's bathrooms and it’s a weird amalgamation of crap 

Also when they were living together Anakin would ask Ahsoka if she was hungry before cooking and she’d often say no because she didn’t want to impose but his cooking always looked and smelled good 

So half the time girl would just end up eating some of his food when she thought he wasn’t looking 

At first he was like “Snips you said you weren’t hungry” to which she would respond “Yeah I wasn’t hungry then but I am now” after that he starts making more food on instinct cause damn that girl can eat 

Anakin gets back at her pretty easily tho by taking the first bite of her food whenever they go out to eat his excuse is that he’s “making sure it’s not poisoned” he never does this to Padme cause he respects her too damn much 

And he can’t use that trick on Obi-Wan and Rex cause the former taught him the trick and the latter has a bullshit detecter built-in 

Both Anakin and Ahsoka pull that trick on the twins tho (which gets them a quick scolding from Padme) 

Speaking of the twins it’s not surprising that as they grow up they realize that their auntie isn’t human so of course like any normal child they have questions and Anakin being the little shit that he is spots an opportunity for some laughs 

So he turns to the twins all serious-like and goes “Well my loves we actually found your auntie in a dumpster we have no idea where she came from” the twins are distraught and go to the nearest adult who just so happens to be their uncle Rex 

And Rex also being a little shit backs up Anakin’s story with so much sincerity that even Anakin believed it a little bit 

The twins being the angels they are apologize to their auntie for her terrible origin story with tears in their eyes and her reaction more than made up for the swift ass-kicking the boys got  

When Anakin was taller than Ahsoka he made her life hell by making fun of her every time something was even slightly out of her reach

He would make a big deal about grabbing it for her while commenting about how the temple’s architecture wasn’t made with the “young ones” in mind 

Obi-Wan has turned multiple blind eyes when Ahsoka socked the shit out of his arm when he tells one too many jokes some days

When she finally grows taller than him she makes the biggest deal about it and no one can blame her 

While Anakin is the pilot Ahsoka is easily the navigator she often jokes that Anakin wouldn’t find his way out of bed without help 

Which is funny cause he often acts like a herding dog with her putting his hand on her back or holding her arm to guide her 

But he’s wrong 9/10 times so it’s not uncommon to see Anakin guiding her in one direction and then see him get dragged in the opposite direction a couple of minutes later  

[amirahsoka]

anakin reassuring ahsoka

one of the reasons why i love clone wars anakin so much is that he always paid attention to ahsoka, especially when ahsoka wasn’t aware of him watching her. in the Onderon Arc, especially, when obi-wan suggested that ahsoka should stay back to supervise the rebels, anakin asked her something along the lines of, “are you sure you’re up for this, snips? or do you want to go back to coruscant?”.

the next part (in the same Arc) when ahsoka and the rebels reported to holo-obi-wan and holo-anakin, anakin was the first one to realize ahsoka’s unease and taught her a lesson of purpose vs. feelings.

in the same Arc, ahsoka seeked help amidst a war on Onderon. when obi-wan said they couldn’t interfere with the rebels due to diplomatic reasons, anakin went to ask hondo to illegally send extra missiles to help ahsoka (he’s a consistent menace, true to his name).

anakin always made sure ahsoka was okay and that has always been what makes me cry for them.

#he would burn the world for his little sister ur honor

#i cry every single time thinking about them

[lazerswordweilder]

What if instead of his finger Anakin wore his wedding ring on a necklace, because it would be suspicious if he had a wedding ring and he’s worried he’ll lose his other arm and if he loses the necklace that means he’s lost his neck so no matter anymore right.

What if Anakin gifted his mother a japor snippet too (the necklace he gave Padmé in a Phantom Menace), and after her death he added it to the necklace with his wedding ring because now they’re close and how he wishes they got to meet.

What if when Ahsoka left, she gave him one of the Akul teeth (from her headdress) and he added it to his necklace next to his mother and his wife because she was his little sister and his family not just an apprentice.

What if Anakin never got anything from Obi-Wan, symbolism for his loyalty to the Jedi order (which prohibits attachments and presumably memorabilia) and how it distances him from Anakin his master his brother why doesn’t his brother love him as much as he does.

What if the clones have nothing to give despite them being family. Except one day on a mission, one of them finds a piece of wood and together they carve and paint it into a helmet and Anakin adds it to his necklace they said it was a joke but it wasn’t they can’t believe he really cares.

What if after Padmé died, Anakin managed to get both her ring and japor snippet and he adds them to his necklace. Wedding rings are meant to be kept together after all. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY-.

What if even all these years later, Vader cannot bring himself to get rid of these memorabilia, and he still wears them. Hidden from sight by his suit, but always a heavy weight on his neck which feels so suffocating one moment and so grounding the next.