#ahsoka x teen!sith!reader

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice

Summary: The young force sensitive underling of General Grievous is left lying in the muck when he retreats from Saleucami.

Warnings: Injuries, self harm, mentions of torture, in-world slur (clanker) and cursing (kriff):

Notes: Ok look I know Grievous wouldn’t have an apprentice for many reasons (#1, he’s not a sith) but I don't care.

Part 1.5 and Part 2 here!

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word count: 2,876

General Grievous, you, and the last few droids were waiting for your ship to soar overhead so you could escape. You and your general were equipped with grappling hooks, so getting out should be easy. Sure, you’d lose any foothold you hoped to get on Saleucami, and the miniscule number of droids left, but you’d live to fight another day.

The ship circled around, and your general launched his grappling hook up to the ship. It latched on perfectly, and he was lifted off the ground.

You weren’t so lucky. A blaster bolt had rammed into your shoulder and knocked you into the muck right as you were meant to launch the hook. The pain was so intense, it completely threw off your aim, the hook landed in the mud a few feet away, and you dropped your lightsaber.

Before you could think, a Jedi yanked your arms together and handcuffed you. He pulled you up by your shoulders so you were sitting upright in the muck. You winced at the touch.

“Kix,” The Jedi said, waving over a soldier, “They seem to be injured.” 

“I’ll take a look.” The soldier – presumably named Kix– was crouched down next to you, his helmeted head just a foot away. He was starting to peel back the torn sleeve of your shirt to examine the wound when you headbutted him, jumped to your feet and started to sprint.

The Jedi calmly pushed a button on a remote and a wave of electricity coursed through you, knocking you to the ground.

“I thought they might try to do that.” He said to the soldier beside him.

“Should I sedate them now,” Kix  asked, “Or wait till they headbutt me again?” The Jedi nodded to give permission, and Kix injected something into your neck. The world went fuzzy, then dark as you felt someone pick you up.

You smelled the world before you saw it again. The sterile scent of a medbay flooded your nostrils. Slowly you opened your eyes, and took in your surroundings. Bright lights, white walls, boxes of bacta patches and other medical supplies. 

You were still wearing your CIS robes, minus the saber, outermost cloak, and comms. You assumed the Jedi had taken your lightsaber, but the other two could be anywhere. Destroyed, even. 

Your right arm was in a sling across your chest, while your left was chained to the cot you were lying on.

You started to sit up, then noticed the soldier in the corner of the room. It was the one you’d headbutted earlier. He noticed you were awake, said something into his comm, then crossed the room towards you. He started to help you sit up, but you shoved him off. 

“I’ll do it myself.” You said.

“Okay then,” He shrugged. “General Kenobi will be here in a moment to speak with you. I’m just here to make sure you don’t try anything.”

You seated yourself cross-legged on the cot. The soldier stood next to you a moment longer, then removed his helmet. He had patterns of lighting on his head and lettering across his temple, but strangest of all, he was made of skin and bone, not metal as you had expected. You stifled your surprise. You’d never seen one of the Jedi’s soldiers without their helmets on.

“You’re a human.” You observed, keeping your voice monotone and uninterested.

“Of course,” said Kix, “What else would I be?”

“The soldiers in my command are droids,” You shrugged, “I assumed the Republic was the same.”

At that moment you sensed people approaching, and you turned just as the door opened to let in General Kenobi accompanied by a Togruta girl and a few clones with orange accents to their armor. Secured to Kenobi’s belt was your saber. Its intricate handle glinted in the lights, and you felt immense anger that Kenobi would have the gall to flaunt it in front of you.

You’d heard quite a bit about Kenobi, and had seen him many times before this, since Grievous was the one training you.

“Here to return my saber?” You asked.

“No,” Kenobi shook his head, “You’re not getting this back anytime soon. We’re here to escort you to your cell, if Kix clears you.” He glanced at the medic.

“They’ll be fine,” He said, “The shot didn’t hit anything important, but it’ll be a while before they can use their arm again.”

“Darn it.” You joked, “How am I gonna escape one-armed?”

“You’re not,” One of the orange-clad clones said, clamping a metal ring around your forearm. “This is a shock ring. If you try to take us out, run, or do anything besides walk to your cell, I will zap you. Additionally, this ship is currently in hyperspace, so unless you plan on breaking into the bridge, you have no chance of getting out of here.”

“Cody,” Kenobi said, “I think they get it. Let’s go.”

A few minutes into the walk, you passed a room full of strange equipment. Weights arranged above beds, probably used to press prisoners for hours on end. Huge racks full of round disks, long metal chords connected to chairs, and many more completely unidentifiable pieces of equipment.

“No matter which one of those horrible machines you use,” You nodded to the room, “I won’t give up information. Grievous trained me well.”

Kenobi looked confused for a second.

“First off,” He said, “That’s a gym. Second, we won’t torture you.”

“Why won’t you?” You asked, like it defied all logic.

“You’re a child.”

“So is she.” You nodded to the Togruta. “If I captured her I’d do whatever it took to get the information I needed.” Her eyes widened slightly, but Kenobi spoke to her.

“It’s okay Ahsoka, they can’t do anything to you. Not right now, at least.”

The rest of the walk was silent. You were finally deposited in your cell, and a ray shield created a wall between you and your captors. They exchanged a few words with each other, and Ahsoka was tasked with keeping an eye on you.

She pulled up a chair to the flickering red barrier between the two of you and sat, twirling the control for your shock bracelet between her fingers. Your robe was tossed in the chair next to her, along with your comms. They weren’t destroyed after all. That meant… 

“So.” She said after a minute. “What’s it like being evil?”

“How would I know?”

“You’re a Separatist.”

“And…?” You said, “What does that have to do with being evil?”

“Everything. You guys started this whole war!”

“We started to break away because of your government’s favoritism towards Core Worlds, ridiculously high taxes, and maladministration. Since then, we have taken in countless planets that the Republic neglected to even feed.” 

“But you mow down our soldiers like they’re nothing.”

“We’re not the ones who created an army of living beings to fight our battles for us. The Republic did that. We have no choice but to fight back.”

“You literally harness the power of the Dark Side!”

“It’s just an alternate style of force-wielding than the one you’re used to," you sighed. "It allows for more emotion.”

“If it allows so much emotion,” Ahsoka shot back, “Why aren’t you getting angry?”

“It’s not worth it.” You said. “I know I can’t convince you to change, and I’ll be gone soon anyway. On top of that, my General will probably kill you while tearing this ship apart.”

“... What?”

“You heard me right.” A smile spread across your face. “Grievous is on his way.” At that moment the whole ship jostled like it was falling out of hyperspace. An impact rocked the ship, and an alarm started going off. Ahsoka turned and started to run as someone sent orders out over the comms.

“Bye ‘Soka!” You called after her. “I’m sure you’ll put up a good fight.” 

You stayed in your cell, peacefully meditating as alarms blared and people sprinted through the halls. Eventually, blaster fire sounded in the adjacent halls, getting closer and closer. 

Your general turned round the corner, wielding his usual assortment of blades, plus a familiar red one. When he saw you, he slashed the control panel, disabling the rayshield keeping you confined, and tossed you your saber.

“Thank you.” You said, picking up your robe and comms from the chair. You tapped them, but they were dead. “Did you finally kill Kenobi?”

“I would have,” Grievous said angrily, “If I hadn’t had to come and rescue my worthless apprentice.” Taking the hint, you stopped talking and followed him through the halls, over bodies of clones, and to the entrance of his ship.

Once you jumped aboard, the airlock sealed, it detached from the Republic ship, and jumped through hyperspace. Shortly after boarding, Grievous called you to meet with him. 

“General,” You said, entering the room, and immediately kneeling on one leg to show respect. Your eyes stayed locked onto the floor, you didn't dare look up. Your face betrayed no emotion. He let out a long exasperated sigh.

“How could you be so easily captured?” He shook his head. “At least tell me you gained some sort of useful information from this.”

“No, sir. I did not.”

“BAH!” Grievous swung his arm and knocked the contents of his table to the floor. “Of course you didn’t. I should have lowered my expectations…”

“Sir, if I may ask, how did you find me? They disabled my comms.”

“I knew sooner or later you would be captured,” He said, the consonants grating on your ears as they always did. “I implanted a tracker chip in the back of your neck, below the skin.” Your eyes widened at this information, and at the lack of trust Grievous had for you, but you quickly returned your face to neutral.

Another moment passed. Grievous paced back and forth, occasionally muttering to himself about how much of a disappointment you were. 

“Is there a reason you’re still here?” He spat.

“Yes, sir,” You said, “Are you aware that the soldiers the Republic sends out to fight us are not droids, but rather living beings?”

“What kind of a question is that?” Yelled Grievous, “Of course I am! I have killed countless clones, how would I not know they were humans?” Suddenly he narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Learning this did not sway your loyalty, did it?”

“No, General.”

“Good,” He hissed. “Now get out of here.”

On the battlefield, you and Ahsoka crossed paths more and more often. Once, you got into a one-on-one battle, and you were mopping the floor with her, until her master Anakin jumped in at the last second. He fought with a rage you’d only ever seen from Grievous and Dooku before. 

It shook you deeply to see a Jedi lose his cool this much, but you appreciated his loyalty and protection over his padawan. Grievous, in contrast, never wanted an apprentice, and he made that clear to you. He often remarked that you were more stupid than a battle droid.

Really, he never should have had an apprentice. Not only did his personality conflict with the responsibility, he wasn’t even force-sensitive! Your force training consisted of teaching yourself from the texts and scrolls that he simply passed along to you. You were fairly sure he didn’t even read them, and Dooku just gave them to him.

Your lightsaber training was unorthodox as well, as it consisted of you independently studying even more writings on the forms, and a lot of sparring with Grievous. Even when you improved, he seemed keen to remind you he was leagues better with the blade, never letting you get the upper hand when you sparred.

Despite all of this, you were insanely lucky that Grievous was tasked with training you, instead of one of the Sith. Unlike them, he couldn’t read your mind, and see the secret doubts that festered there. 

Many small things about the CIS stuck out to you, especially after your brief abduction. The way Grievous spoke down to you, the hostility that everyone–including you–exuded, the small manipulations to get your way, how you never felt safe, and countless other negative aspects. Of course, the Republic was still the enemy. They’d left planets to die, and unfairly taxed and manipulated its members. 

They are the evil ones. Not the CIS, not you. Them, The Republic.

But sometimes, when you’re alone, trying to sleep and failing, you wonder if that’s the truth, or just what you tell yourself.

As you stalked the halls, flanked by a handful of idiotic droids, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the pictures carved in the stone walls. Vines hung down many of them, and moss crawled up others, and still the stories they told were nearly mesmerizing. 

A sudden clank pulled you back to the present. You rolled your eyes, another battle droid slipped on the wet moss.

“I told you to be careful, E-12.” You said while pulling E-12 back up to its feet using the force. 

“Waaoh!” E-12 said. Its actual designation was E4-312, but you’d shortened it for efficiency’s sake. It then lost its footing again, and slammed into the droid in front of it.

“Hey! Watch it.” The droid shrieked.

“Stupid kriffing clankers.” You muttered, cracking a small smile, and continued on your way. If slapstick humor was more your style, you might have enjoyed working with these droids. You turned your attention back to your mission, securing the half- destroyed temple. 

Grievous told you that an ancient relic was stored there, and the Jedi Council had a special interest in it. It was your job to stop them from retrieving it, even if that meant bringing what remained of the temple crashing down around you. 

You rounded a seemingly quiet corner, only to come face to face with Ahsoka and a slew of clones. 

You knew you and Grevious combined had more than enough droids to outnumber them. You ducked behind a portion of crumbled wall as the clones and droids started exchanging blaster bolts, and hailed your general.

“General?” You said into your comm, “They’re in the South Wing.”

“--Will — – – -soon — busy.” You heard, just barely able to make out those few words over the sound of blasters firing on your end and his. Sighing, you stood up, spinning your crimson blade in front of you to act as a shield. Ahsoka mirroried you, and she too stood, resulting in a temporary ceasefire where even lightsabers turned off. 

Silence fell, the two of you simply stared at each other, standing mere feet apart. Dust swirled in the air, catching the light coming from the exit far to your right. Your eyes landed on a package on Ahsoka’s back.

“Tano,” You began, “Just give me the artifact. It’ll be easier this way.”

“Over my dead body.” She replied.

“I don’t want to do this.” You ignited your blade, internally screaming at yourself.

“Don’t worry,” Ahsoka’s sabers light up, “I won’t make it easy.” 

A flash of red flew through the air, and half the combatants dropped to the ground in pieces. Your lightsaber returned to your hand, held in front of you, and yet the clones remained untouched. A pile of wires and metal lay where your droids had stood one moment before. One single bolt rolled to a stop by Ahsoka.

“What?” She asked.

“Go.” You replied.

“Why are you-”

“Just go!” You raised your saber and pointed towards the door, “Don’t let me change my mind.”

Ahsoka signaled to her men, who started streaming through the exit. She lingered behind, casting one final look to you. It was full of confusion and fear, but for once the fear wasn’t at you, it was for you.

“What are you gonna tell Grievous?”

“Let me worry about that.” You said, staring at the blade in your hand. Ahsoka nodded, and darted after the clones. You let their footsteps fade, steeling yourself for what was to come. 

Your comm chirped, and one of your general’s droids informed you that they were only moments away.

“Now or never.” You sighed to yourself. With a steading breath, you pressed your lightsaber into your side. The pain was sharp and burned like fire as you fell to your knees. You only pressed for a split second, then pulled it away with a pained gasp. 

Then you held it close to your upper arm, trying to ignore the pain from your side. In one quick motion, you slashed across your arm. With the last bit of strength, you turned off your lightsaber and chucked it across the room, then curled up on the floor, a pool of blood slowly forming around you.

Mere seconds later, you hear the clattering of Grievous and his reinforcements. 

“Where are they?” He immediately asked.

“They…” You said between gasps of pain, “They got… away.”

“I thought I trained you better than this.” He shook his head, then ordered his droids after them, then turned back to you. “Next time do not let them make a mockery of you. Who was it?”

“Ahsoka.” You choked out.

“Her again?” He asked, “It seems you have a nemesis.”

“Yeah… something like that.”

Part 1.5 here!

Part 2 here!

[gladiatorcunt]

- BEDROCK | XII.

you’re a bottled star, the planets align, you’re just like mars. you shine in the sky

cw: kinktober prompt (sex toys), reader has a pussy, age gap (ur bsf ahsoka’s former master!anakin (40’s) obi wan (50’s)’s padawan!reader in her early 20’s), dub con, implied obikin x reader codependency, dismemberment fantasies, reader is lowkey a stalker freak, no direct touching between anakin and reader ofher than chest fondling, strongly implied voyeurism that’s non consensual but unavoidable and unwanted by both of you, eventual sith!anakin, obi wan haunts the narrative, frequent use of ‘little one’, dead dove do not eat, reader became a padawan in their late teens

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kinktober 2024

“You know they’re going to expect their toys to be put to good use.” Master Skywalker shrugs and tiredly grumbles down at you.

You’re sprawled out on the bed, recuperating from the first day of your undercover mission. Your own Master Obi-Wan Kenobi was on one of his infamous negotiation tours, so to speak, you had never cared for them, you couldn't spin pleasantries like yarn any better than a Rakghoul could dance.

Obi-Wan could only stomach taking you on because you parallel Anakin in so many ways, Anakin could only accept his former master taking another padawan because maybe your added seriousness will ease the aggravation caused by the one before you.

You were just happy to be chosen, as any child-waited-too-long-unwanted-teenager plucked from the tense comfort of their home would be, even if that home is only a basic imitation of a shelter.

“I know, Master.” These blasted things, growing up the other padawans would giggle with you over these provocative missions, usually a padawan donning the skin of a schutta on the end of a leash held by their Masters. “Do they have to be so… unique?”

It was as nice as Obi-Wan would’ve wanted you to be, even in these circumstances.

Would he take on Master Skywalker’s role with as much confidence and clarity as the true born son of the Force? Rumors of both the men’s appeal and promiscuity do not guarantee a willingness to rut into a padawan, a dance of demons spoken of in the archives, a beast in the vein of and important to some future single world than your own.

“Unique? How so? I know you’re not like some padawans and keep to yourself, little one, but Jedi your age talk. I’m not naive, neither is Obi-Wan.”

Master Skywalker might as well have carved the kyber crystal of his saber into your face, the flame that crackles under the surface of your skin bears his scent, stormy as his heavy gaze often is.

“Apologies, Master, i never meant to-”

“Shush.” He chuckles, “You can call me Anakin, I hope you’re aware of that. Mace Windu is not going to barge in here and strike you down for being informal. It’s just us, little one. I’m not even your real master, just doing pet sitting for an old friend.”

You blink, lava swirling in your gut at the implication of being a pet before a person. “Anakin.” Your mouth twists around the unused syllables, never having referred to a master by their first name in your entire life. “But the mission, we’re supposed to um…… you said they’d notice if we didn’t do……. anything.”

Another chuckle, another curl tucked behind his ear. “I shouldn’t have to remind you that we came to this planet as a wealthy ship salesman and his controversially younger companion. This place is too seedy to not have eyes and ears everywhere, they’d take it as an insult if we declined to use their… gifts. The success of this mission would mean another smuggler and secret trader being taken down, Obi-Wan and I both think you’re ready for riskier missions like this one. You’ll do fine, little one.”

“I’m trying to release my fear and anger into the force, Master- Anakin. I thank you and Master for seeing this in me but I've never done anything like this before. Are people really going to hear us… have sex?”

“That’s why we’re speaking so softly, padawan, it’s not the noises they’re looking to witness, but you can never be too careful.” Anakin smiles, patting your cheek firmly. “And we don’t necessarily have to do anything like that, just use the toys and leave them on the bed for servants to find, messy and thoroughly used. The nobleman will be pleased, if the information painting him as a pervert is accurate.”

Obi-Wan wouldn’t have spoken to you quite so crassly, but he does like to tease you that the sand scratching Anakin’s tongue never goes away, there’s always another grain when you think it’s spotless and clean. Like the temple or one of the many mighty metal spires, the sterile trees of Coruscant.

You nod, nevertheless. “There’s no use putting it off. The schedule we studied says the workers will stop by first thing in the morning.” Your nerves are obvious, picking your nails, biting your lip, adjusting the folds of your skimpy outfit to conceal skin it will never stretch far enough to cover.

Anakin’s eyes soften, the wrinkles in his outer eye corners deepen. “I’m only sorry I won’t be the only one to hear you cum for the first time, but they’ll never touch you, and they won’t get to know what you sound like doing everything. Trust me, little one, you’re in the safest place you could be right now, my general vicinity.”

It’s not as funny, or as hot, as you’d expect it to be. As shy as you are, you’re constantly surprised by how quick you are to embrace arousal in the urge to renounce shame. If your blood temperature rises to a boiling point, the big ball of anxious knots in your knot could be singed through until it falls apart.

You do not feel any great embarrassment of the simple truth that you have a crush on Anakin Skywalker, many do, you’d be at the tail end of a long line of various species of various ages and with various expectations of what they want their bodies to go through.

It’s silly to be possessive of a man you only share a master with, who stops by to chat when he’s not tinkering away at something or doing some death defying stunt on a mission that’s going to drive the council to insanity one of these days.

You are jealous of Ahsoka Tano however, your closest friend, even after she’s transferred to another Master, the result of some great big falling out.

It is far better that you were not assigned to be his padawan, the Force would have bled with your desire and dissipated entirely to get away from it.

Master Skywalker picks up one of the toys lying there on the bed in between you, a realistic tongue that disturbs you just a bit more than it arouses you. He chuckles at the apprehension on your face and motions for you to get comfortable. He reaches around you with one arm and bundles you up in his lap, your back to his firm chest.

He shushes your nervousness sounds and attempts to ramble, not fully apologetic as he peels back the layers of your tunic top. Your chest bounces into view, free from the confines of the tight fabric. Anakin gives you absolutely no time to be shy about them, groping one in his free hand. The force beams with his amusement when you gasp, the calluses on his fingers feel like they’re marking the skin of your mound, he kneads and kneads for a moment, perfectly content to let you squirm until you can get used to what else he’ll have to subject you to.

Maybe that’s where the hotness in these missions lies, you both want this on a baseline level but there are things you have to bend your own line in the sand to allow. Pushing your limits under the shyness-inducing gaze of Master Skywalker in these uncomfortably close walls and on a mission where you’re free to be other people might very well be your only chance. You’ve never broken a single rule at the temple, you’re a shining example of what a padawan learner should be. Master Obi-Wan often jokes that he wishes you were around to be his padawan the first time around, but there’s always a note of sadness hanging onto his stilted laughter.

You arch your back against Anakin, bracing your hands behind you and burying them in his hair. He groans as you gently tug the curls, and gives it right back to you by lowering the realistic tongue to your left nipple. You flinch, the surprisingly cold silicone model of a muscle flicks against your perky nub on Anakin’s command, and he’s commanding it to torture you to death. Relentless flicks of the toy against your nipple make you squirm again, wanting so badly to be good but you’d much rather ensure the toy was in constant contact with your chest.

It’s the perfect temperature, you run hot most days, and the brief sensation sends shivers from your head to your toes, just a hint of pleasure since Anakin stopped his own touching, sitting as still as a statue as he works the toy on you. He hooks his chin in your shoulder to gawk, transferring the device from one slick nipple to the other until both are so thoroughly coated that it drips onto your soft tummy.

“See, that feels good right, little one? There’s nothing to worry about, this is all we’ll do until it’s time for bed and then we’ll put these things away.”

You nod, whining like a spoiled noble family member now, pouting when he takes the tongue away from your nipple and throws it haphazardly over his shoulder. You cringe, wondering if the loud clang it yells into the concrete floor’s ears reached those in the shadows, you were trying to ignore them but now that there was a single moment of quiet there lecherous eavesdropping was all you could imagine.

A thick hand clamps around your chin and jerks you in the bearer’s direction, Master Skywalker clicks his tongue against his teeth, “They’re nothing to you, especially not right now. If you’d only let yourself go, they’d fade away entirely in your mind, I was trying to be easy on you but clearly you’re in need of something stronger if your head is still on the surface of this planet.”

Something stronger, being a large vibrator, 15 inches and a swirl of mint green and lavender, in the shape of a tentacle, every suction cup has the ability to well… suck. These are all things Anakin relays to you while rearranging your form to his liking, legs spread wide over his thighs, arms behind your back but not restrained, and after some lifting, your robes in a beige pile by the gaudy bed.

Master Skywalker can be merciful occasionally, he doesn’t force you to make eye contact as he lowers the vibrating toy to the altar between your legs. He also doesn’t comment on the pitiful whimper you let out, the vibrations haven’t even started, but you feel the force explode in pleasant-happy-power-trip blood orange. You drink up the calming waves he sends to you, wrapping them around your naked form like the comfiest and plushest blanket, the waves you offer to him in return are clingy little ripples in a pond. Needy repetition of hints to feelings that cannot leave this room alive.

He gets a glimpse of a fantasy, for a mere second before it vanishes out of view, a tantalizing and fascinating shooting star.

“No we can’t stop, you have to let it out.” You raise your hips up higher, face down ass up, your holes wink at him in intervals, angel wings flapping in the corner of his mind, like all the love he has for you will leak out into his cum and if he can just go that, then everything will be fine.

The vibrator doesn’t start at an easy to handle low frequency, your howling is drowned out by the intense humming of its second highest setting.

Your hips jolt, Anakin works the toy in slow circles over your clit, cooing when you jerk and squirm around. Your already throbbing clit is pulsing so hard it almost feels like a constant pain, but you’re so karkking wet that you push your hips up into his ministrations. You chase after the persistent buzzing with more determination than any of your meditation sessions, suddenly cumming on Master Skywalker’s lap is far more important to you than all the missions in the world. Blurry blobs with their ears to the structure around you shift to crumble beneath your increasingly loud cries.

Your pleasure snowballs, Anakin’s earlier attention to your nipples the mountain out of a molehill and his current fascination with your cunt the crashing wave threatening to envelop you in its fold. Like the ones Master Obi-Wan used to tell you about on Kamino, angry and dark cobalt blue, lapping at the ankles of the once elusive white buildings. It’s easy to split yourself into different pieces, assign each one to a part of nature because the force is telling you that your pleasure is as natural as grief and plant life and twin cotton candy pink to red suns and love and mistakes and giant bone dragons with pearls for landmark hearts.

The steady pulsing on your clit punches the gasps out of you, a steady stream of short-for-breath aimless chatter. You’re soaking Master Skywalker’s lap all the way down to the bed, if you mentioned them he’d probably tell you to leave how you ruined them. The smell and stain would only bring you greater protection from being found out, yet your stomach twists at the thought.

The force blooms violet with your fear, as if you’re deathly afraid of your own orgasm, lazy unenthusiastic rutting into your semi-firm mattress back in the dorm is nothing compared to actually touching yourself with the intent to cum. You just got too scared the first time you tried to slip your fingers in your tight snatch and frustratingly resigned yourself to never understanding what your peers go on and on about. Giggling into their portions of bland oatmeal and exchanging charged glances, hormones are far more powerful when they’re being repressed.

Master Obi-Wan had no trouble modestly applauding your emotional regulation skills, unlike his former padawan you had less trouble settling the wriggling bundle of your feelings in a see through boat and pushing it along the stream of starlight until it gave way and became one with the connecting tissue underneath.

“You’ll lose your voice at this rate, little one.” Anakin huns into your ear, his mech arm holding you so tight to his chest his ribs might crack open and swallow you whole. “You’re a better actress than I thought you’d be, unless all this whining and carrying on is genuine?”

You can’t even get a word out before he presses the vibe closer to your pussy, the swarm of tiny little mouths the orchestra and the largest one at the tip of the tentacle hugging your clit the conductor. Your breath hitches as you tremble and whine, a high pitched thing that pierces the air. Anakin grins, lips split wider than the length of the cruiser the council provided to get her, he moves the toy up and down between your folds. A fake cock warming itself in the snug hold of your pussy, sending little jolts of phantom electricity to fizz and sparkle on your tastebuds through your core up out your mouth.

“I’m- I’m not acting, Master. Kark! You’re- ngh- going to, um, y-you’re going too fast, Master, please.” You beg, throwing your head back on his shoulder and counting the dots that make up the constellations in your visions.

It’s too much pressure, Anakin plays with the silk fabric of your outfit like it’s something for his hands to do, like he’s not keeping a vibrator right on your clit and holding you down so you have no choice but to take it. You can’t help but think of the ways your real master would be different, he’d try his hardest and wait out the time the longest but would that stuffy old man end up performing this same brand of torture?

Not that Master Skywalker is much younger, from your position on his lap the signs are aging are right above your face. The cheek scar you learned months ago he’s had for decades The wrinkles, eyes, mouth, forehead, the permanent halfway tense halfway slack skin from all the stress he endured in the war, the ghosts living in his irises, his weathered hands splayed out burning hot steam to the touch on your belly. Right above your womb, he could just dig in and sink his fingers metal and skin knuckle deep.

“Aren’t you adorable? You’ve been taking it so far, you haven’t fallen yet, little star, I bet you can keep going. Stop rushing this, just relax and feel these hungry mouths coaxing you to splash against them, settle into their demanding chants.” Anakin soothes, unhurriedly dragging his blunt nails over your love handles, “I would say this body is wasted on those arid robes, on the Jedi Order, you’d be such a beautiful dancer like you were after dinner, but Obi-Wan would kill me if he found out.”

The dinner with the nobles, the party afterwards, the target had his lizard tongue hanging from his mouth when he asked you and the other “accessories” to put on a show. The force twirled in displeased crimson skies then.

You don’t insult Master Skywalker’s intelligence out loud, but you both plainly speak frequently to the same word of the day calendar.

You want to give him one of your arms, unholster your lightsaber and sever the flesh from your spirit. He wouldn’t be able to use it and you wouldn’t ask him too, he can just have it, so he can understand how alike you are, to know that you too will always wander around with a missing part of you. But how can it be truly missing if you gave it willingly? Master Obi-Wan can have your lonely other, in a fiery pyrrhic instant you are pure force and limbless.

You’d roll the turquoise pendant of the necklace he’d bring you, a souvenir from a stubborn vendor on an outer rim planet, in the lines on your palm like it’s one of his eyes.

Anakin suffocates the vibe in your pussy and doesn’t let the suction cups breathe until you’ve spontaneously combusted, before you can say knife

“It’s not funny, I really didn’t like it, Master.” You liked it too much, the flickers of yellow embers in his eyes, his grip so tight on your chub that you pictured him with sharp black claws, shacking up with a man you barely know but at the same time are too close to.

You used to fall asleep recounting the details of Anakin’s life and accomplishments, each tidbit represented a sheep for you, the biggest punishment to you back then meant being banned from the archives or blocked from news sites on the holonet.

You studied the man whose shadow you would wear over your robes like a shawl, until you were convinced you could jet set off to Tatooine and be able to point out which patches of sand his feet had tread upon. You just never once stopped to consider that he was doing the same with you, what kind of sun bothers himself with the comings and goings of a dead star so far away from their incinerating orbit.

“I don’t like that you like when i’m scared, it makes me feel… sick.” You could cum so hard you’d fall off the temple roof into Coruscant’s lower levels, be one of the ghosts wandering throughout the dreary gray tunnels but instead be moaning for cock that’d still be alive.

“I’ll hold your hair back and nurse you back to health, I’m in for it if I give old man Obi another padawan death scare.” He wiggles the digits of his mechanical arm sardonically, he knows what you mean but he also knows that you don’t mean it so he gives you the same amount of humor he sensed in your mutterings.

Master Skywalker is appreciated for his ability to be both tremendously serious on the battlefield and lighthearted with his colleagues, Anakin loves to tease shy early 20 somethings who volunteer him to be the replacement caretaker for their own master. He tosses and turns that night, not because of the impending result of the mission, all he’ll say in his husky morning voice is that he had a bad dream. You should make a break for the cruiser after embarrassingly exchanging pleasantries, Master Obi-Wan and the rest of the temple are expecting you home before your scheduled progress testing sparring session.

For now, the vibrator’s highest setting will be the instrument, the conduit to the music your moans create, interwoven with Anakin’s hot musk. Oil and dirty water.

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One Lass Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059 by Kenob1s "One day you will ask me which life is more important mine or yours, I will say mine, then you will walk away not knowing you're my life" Two padawan spark a forbidden romance and have to face the consequences of war. [AshokaTano x Oc] [Season 1- Season 7 of the Clone wars] Words: 256, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Female Character(s), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Clone Troopers (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Jedi Council (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, Jedi Characters (Star Wars) Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Original Female Character(s), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Jedi Reader (Star Wars), Fluff, Angst, Useless Lesbians, Sith Magic & Rituals (Star Wars), Friends to Lovers, One Big Happy Family, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lightsabers (Star Wars), Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Father-Daughter Relationship, Brother-Sister Relationships, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Sad, Everyone Needs A Hug, Gay, Teen Romance, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Temple (Star Wars), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Spoilers, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059

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x teen!reader / x child!reader / x daughter!reader / x gn!reader / x platonic!reader / x sibling!reader / son!reader / romantic!reader / ftm!reader / mtf!reader / padawan!reader / jedi!reader / sith!reader / rebel!reader / empire!reader

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Main Masterlist

PREQUEL ✧ CLONE WARS ✧ BAD BATCH •

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Between Good & Goodbye ** - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader: Instead of Ahsoka Tano, you were the one who got blamed for the bombing in the Jedi temple, and instead of Ahsoka leaving, it’s you who leaves (coming soon)

Be Here For You ** - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader: You are Obi-Wan’s Padawan and he comforts you when he felt your anxiety after the mission you both were on (coming soon)

Promises ** - Obi-Wan Kenobi x padawan!reader: You died in order 66 and your master Obi-Wan can’t let go of you

One of us ** - Bad Batch x teen!reader: you meet the bad batch and you find out that you are actually a clone, but they doesn’t seem to trust you until you and Echo has a one on one conversation

Survivors Guilt ** - Bad Batch x teen!padawan!reader: you survived order 66 (coming soon)

Late Night Talking ** - Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!jedi!reader: you and Obi-Wan confess your feelings for each other (romantic)

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Attachment of a Child ** - Obi-Wan Kenobi x padawan!reader: a bunch of fanfics about Obi-Wan and his new/second padawan/the reader (entirely platonic)

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Being Ahsoka Tano’s best friend would include ** - being Obi-Wan’s padawan and Ahsoka’s best friend would include - Ahsoka Tano x reader

KENOBI ✧ ANDOR ✧ ROGUE ONE

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Dating Reva Headcanons ** - soft headcanons on dating Reva - Reva x gn!reader

ORIGINAL ✧ REBELS

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MANDALORIAN ✧ BOBA FETT

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Best Father of the Year ** - Din Djarin x teen!reader: how I imagine Mando would be like if he was the father to not only Grogu but a force sensitive teenager (coming soon)

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Flying Buddies ** - what I imagine it would be like to be best friends with Poe Dameron - Poe Dameron x reader

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The Holocron's Table of Contents

I'm Em. This is my masterlist. Feel free to check out my works on AO3 linked below. Minors (under 18) DNI with Explicit content (will be marked as Rated E). Antis and hatemongers fuck off.

FANFICTION

Star Wars

Mhi Solus Tome (The Bad Batch) Rated M WIP Updated 22APR2022

Summary: 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." Clone Force 99, like many other commando squads, is often in dangerous situations. After another commando squad is wiped out preventably, a GAR doctor become the first medic assigned directly to a commando squad. She finds far more than initially bargained for with the Bad Batch. The Opportune Moment by princecollywolly

Those Who Shape Us: A Clone Wars Anthology - UPDATED 10JUN2022

The New Padawans (Rated G)

Larel Corusca was fifteen years old when her Jedi Master was killed at the onset of the Clone Wars. Now she and Ahsoka Tano are on their way to meet their new masters on Christophsis to continue their journey to become Jedi Knights.

I Failed Them (Rated T) Graphic Violence

“Padawan Corusca,” came Master Windu’s stoic voice, practically forcing the teen to look up. “Per Master Kenobi’s report, you were sent on a patrol with a complement of 12 troopers and one AT-TE. Only you returned alive. Such a loss requires further explanation.” or Padawan Larel Corusca recalls the loss of her squad on Felucia to the Jedi Council

Screaming (Rated M) Graphic Violence, Torture DD:DNE

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Transporting humanitarian supplies to a small Mid Rim world was the sort of mission any Padawan could handle on their own, but things quickly took a turn for the worse when General Grievous caught up with Padawan Corusca's ship. (Inspired by the following Angstpril 2021 prompts: Screaming, Alone, and Bedside Vigil) DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

A Master's Promise (Rated T for grief, mourning, Deception Arc)

In the aftermath of her Jedi Master's death at the hands of a bounty hunter, Larel Corusca does her best to cope as best she can despite feeling like her world is falling apart once again. Inspired by Angstpril2021 prompt "You Lied To Me"

Em's Holodiaries (WIP Series)

Emilia Omek was brought into the Korriban Sith Academy with nearly no memory of her previous life. With the potential she showed in the Dark Side, the Masters embraced her and she did everything to excel. In time she saw through the foolishness of the Brotherhood of Darkness and took her chance to walk away. These are her stories.

Running Away (Rated M) Graphic Violence

Emilia Omek had never truly meshed with the ways of the Brotherhood of Darkness. On Ruusaan she takes the first chance out she can. Why die with a bunch of easily manipulated fools?

Inspired by this prompt by @peachieprompts

TCW Modern Military AU

All the Time in the World- Captain Gregor x Female Reader (EXPLICIT) (MINORS DNI) AO3

Reblog the story on tumblr with a comment to vote for QYTGregor Adult Fic Contest!

You're a dancer in the New York City Ballet. You met Marine Spec Ops Instructor Captain Gregor during Fleet Week two years ago. You fell hard and fast and you've missed him more than words can say. He comes up from Camp Lejeune on leave early to surprise you.

TVDU

Breaking Points (Rated M) Graphic Violence, Alcohol Use, child abuse (UPDATED 24MAY2022)

It has been said that we are bound forever to those with whom we share blood. The loyalty of family is said to be unyielding, but everything has its breaking point. When a pair of siphoner twins, Genevra and Jonathan start pulling threads on the secrets that hold their coven together, how long will their loyalty to their coven and to each other hold out?

Game of Thrones Fics

A Tale of Wolves and Dragons (Rated M) Graphic Violence, Age Gaps (Updated 8JAN23) (WIP)

When her twin went north to join the Nights Watch, Sarra Snow knew she only had one choice. She would have to go south with Lord Stark to the Capital. Pulling threads and pushing boundaries brings to light truths that may have been better off lost to time. Many paths lay before her. She must make the right choices for herself, for her kin, and maybe even for the realm.

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[nimata-beroya]

Since I've been re-vamping my blog a bit, adding some fun stuff, I thought that a new self-promotion post was also in order. So here you go, an improved masterlist of all my works published on Ao3 and all other content I make here on Tumblr (Updated: Dec, 2022).

I'd appreciate your reblogs and comments if you enjoy any of my works 😊🤩🥰 Give the creator some love 💕💕 But if you like none of those options, you could buy me a ko-fi ☕ instead!

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Rescue in Ryloth (complete, 670 words)

Teen | tw violence| one-shot | fix-it

The rescue of the Syndullas in Ryloth goes differently than it was planned

Rough Awakening (WIP, 9365 words of ?) ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw violence | 4 of ? Chapters | emotional hurt/comfort, whump, angst.

The Batch finally rips Crosshair away from the Empire’s clutches, but things don’t go so smoothly once he’s de-chipped.

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

Tomorrow Is a Good Day for Someone Else to Die (complete, 1152 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 3]

Teen | tw referenced violence | one-shot | whump, bullying, minor injuries, blood

The life of Crosshair and Tech in Kamino as cadets has never been easy.

Seeing Red (complete, 1097 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 6]

Teen | tw canon typical violence | One-shot | whump, serious injuries, blood, pre canon

The Bad Batch goes on their first mission to the battlefront. Things take a sudden turn south.

We Don't Leave Our Own Behind (complete, 1469 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 8, 9 & 11]

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, dehydration, abandonment, season 1 finale fix-it

Hunter respects Crosshair's choice not to join the batch again, even if it's a karking ass-stupid decision. And yet, love, loyalty, and a tad of guilt —okay, okay… a lot of guilt— don't let him make the same mistake he did before, abandoning his brother.

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Or the one where the batch goes back for Crosshair after leaving him stranded on the landing platform in Kamino.

Claiming the Soldier (complete, 919 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 4]

Explicit [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] | Tw sexual content | one-shot | smut, BDSM, femdom, male sub, x reader

You and Wrecker hit a life-changing milestone in your relationship.

More to come

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

3 Long Days (complete, 1573 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Days 10 & 15]

Teen | no warnings | one-shot | whump, anaphylaxis, delirium

When Ahsoka falls ill, Anakin doesn't leave her side.

You're Still There, I know (complete, 2101 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 25] ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, canon divergence

Riyo feels like she lost the man she loves. If only Fox would talk to her and explain why.

How to Save a Life (wip, 4027 words of ?) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 2,3, 16 & 31 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Mind Control"]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 2 of 3 chapters | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, post order 66, canon divergence, canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, sequel to You're still there, I know.

No matter how much he screams internally or how many times Fox tries to kill Palpatine, or how many times he blames himself for not realizing the enemy was under his nose all this time, nothing changes. His body remains out of his control, only moving when Palpatine finally dismissed him from the office. He walks out like the automaton he has become, his mindless body following the orders of the Sith Lord.

Riyo will die at his hand, and there’s nothing Fox can do to stop it.

Something In the Dark (complete, 2569 words) [Foxiyo Week 2022 - Day 1 + Whumptober 2022 - Day 10 (Alt prompt)]

Teen | no warning | one-shot | Implied Torture, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, mutual pining

Senator Riyo Chuchi and Commander Fox have an unexpected encounter in the darkness.

High Above the Ground (complete, 1513 words) [Foxiyo week 2022 - Day 3]

Mature | tw mild sexual content | one-shot | smut, fluff, domesticity, no order 66, slice of life

Fox's very good, even if a little frustrating, start of a day.

More to come

Kadala (complete, 1197 words)

General | no warnings | one-shot | hurt/comfort, fluff

Mando returns to the Razor Crest after finishing a job and gets help from the little guy.

Drifting (complete, 359 words)

General | no warning | one-shot | angst

Din has seen death up close more times he can count and escaped it just as many. This time, he might not.

Sandawuni Va Umtidagir (WIP, 1524 words of ?)

Teen | tw violence | 2 of ? Chapters | canon-compliant, missing scenes, headcanons

The life of Din Djarin, beroya of the Mandalorian covert in Nevarro, turns upside down the moment he accepts the commission from the client. The quarry he’s after is like any other he has hunted before. He doesn’t expect to form a bond for a lifetime, nor the things he’s willing to do to protect the foundling.

Ramaanla (1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 4, 17 (alt prompt) & 19 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Hiding an Injury"]

General | TW mention of blood | one-shot | Whump, knees buckling, stabbing, hiding an injury, Mand’alor the reluctant

The duty of the Mand'alor is to look out for all Mandalorians. Sometimes, however, Din Djarin forgets to take care of one in specific: himself.

Magical Exhaustion (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 27]

Note to Self: Don't Get Kidnapped (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 30]

More to come

Help, I'm Alive (WIP, 2101 words of ?) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 14 & 31]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 1 of 2 chapters | whump, trapped beneath debris, serious injuries, disaster zone

Ezra had imagined many times that he’d die in the heat of a battle against the Empire; he’s had several close calls already. But in his wildest dreams, he never foresaw that his death would come when a temple fell on top of him.

Road to Lira San [Series] (wip, 12,577 words of ?)

PARTS: One ~ Two ~ Three

Teen | warning; violence | 3 of ? works | angst, fluff, canon-compliant, whuump

Agent Kallus never imagined that the day he gets stranded on the Genosian moon, Bahryn, with the rebel Captain Garazeb Orrelios is the day he starts a journey to redemption. The path is not easy, full of risks, but it might be worth it when happiness such as Alexsandr has never known is waiting for him at the end.

An Explosive Situation (complete, 1897 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 1]

Teen | tw canon-typical violence | one-shot | whump, hurt Alexsandr Kallus

After a solo mission to the planet Dela goes south, Kallus finds himself in a tight spot. The Spectres go to his rescue, but the actual saving turns out more complicated than expected.

Deconstructed Reality  (wip, 2.946 of ?) [Kalluzeb Minibang 2022] ~~ playlist

Teen | tw referenced torture and genocide, mind control, PTSD | 2 of 4 chapters | canon divergence, Bahryn with a different ending

What if Alexsandr Kallus has been a rebel all along, even if he doesn’t remember?

Running Out of Air (Complete, 1442 words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 5 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Clawing at Own Throat"]

Teen | TW Violence | One-shot | Whump, strangulation, force choking, implied beheading, implied massacre, nightmares

Kallus faces his worst nightmare yet.

The Tables Are Turned (3.1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 25]

Mature | TW Implied sexual content | one-shot | mention of BDSM, whumpers are the good guys and the bad guys are the whumpees, role reversal, psychological torture, interrogation

Captain Rhamis of the Imperial Army takes the night off to indulge in his vices. Little does he know that his evening will go very differently than he expects. Instead of satiating his base urges, he falls into a trap, where former ISB Agent Alexsandr Kallus and Rebel Garazeb Orrelios force information out of him.

More to come

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The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,032

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka was grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

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Cyborg's Apprentice 1.5

Summary: During a space battle, Reader breaks away from the mayhem to follow Ahsoka as she tries to escape.

Warnings: Crashing, cold, snuggling for warmth

Notes: I mentioned this briefly in Cyborg’s Apprentice 2, and decided to write it. It takes place between CA1 and CA2. Part 1, part 2

Gn!reader, Sith!reader

Word count: 1,783

Bolts blazed by, a small explosion rocked your ship. In your wake, a streak of smoke. You were so close. The Republic’s base was on its last legs when you saw her. Ahsoka Tano’s ship came hurtling out. 

Now you, Grievous, Skywalker, and Ahsoka were locked in fierce battle. Although your ship was producing a worrying amount of smoke, Tano’s ship was in much worse shape. It listed worryingly close to hitting things as it flew.

You could tell she wasn’t in full control.

Abruptly, she changed course, as Anakin tried to divert your attention.

“General,” you said, watching the light from Tano’s ship streak into the distance.

“Go after her.” He barked. “This battle is already won.”

Wordlessly, you calculated her course and copied it. You were pushed back in your seat by the familiar force of the hyperdrive. 

You circled a planet close. Too close. You had to drastically overcorrect to stay in orbit. The jump must have knocked something out.

The planet was mostly land, only small speckles of ocean peeked through the thick blanket of cloud cover.

Far ahead, you spied Tano’s ship. It was hurdling downward much too fast. Even from so far away, you could feel her fear. It sparked your own.

While you couldn’t do anything to stop her plummet, you knew that, you still brought your fighter into a nosedive down after her. The atmosphere ripped off whatever few functional pieces of equipment still, miraculously, held on through the battle and hyperspace jump.

You closed your eyes tight. The ship ripped through rioting storm clouds, then canopy before carving a scar into the rain soaked ground. You took a breath, shuddering and slowly opened your eyes.

There was no way you were flying off this planet, at least not in this ship. The windshield had shattered, shards of glass sting when you moved. Every piece of metal was either bent, busted, or otherwise broken. A thin layer of water sloshed at your boots.

You raised yourself out onto the grass though the jagged rim where your windshield used to be. The muddy ground was so soft, comforting almost. You lay there, staring up into the clouds as rain pelted you.

You could stay there forever. Just lie there, peacefully sinking in the muck.

Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. No.

Tano was out there. What if she was hurt?

You sat up after allowing yourself one more moment in the muck. When you did, you noticed the cold that had seeped through your robes. The wet exacerbated it.

Trailing across the sky, barely distinguishable from the clouds, was a plume of smoke. 

Wrapping your cloak close around your shoulders, you stood and started in the direction it came from. In less than an hour of traversing the endless vines and slick, moss covered roots, you found Tano’s ship. Circling it in dread, you noticed a trail in the mud leading towards a nearby cave. Before allowing yourself hope, you checked the cockpit.

It was empty. A sigh of relief nearly emptied your lungs. It was wild how much you cared about this girl. Finally relieved of at least one worry, you followed the mud path into the cave. Your lightsaber, lit up so you could see better, bathed the cave in red. 

A second, green light flicked on near the back. It rose in a feeble attempt at a defensive position. 

“It’s okay!” You said, lowering your saber. “It’s me, Tano. Just me.”

“Oh thank Maker,” Ahsoka lowered her blade as well. “I saw the red blade and assumed the worst.” By now your eyes had adjusted to the dark, and both of you flicked your blades off. 

“That’s usually a safe bet,” you said, clearing a small space in the middle of your cavernous refuge. 

Next, you dragged over a small armfull of leaves and twigs which were thankfully kept dry under the outermost lip of the cave. After carefully arranging these components, you held an especially crispy twig against your lightsaber. A  small tendril of smoke rose from it.

Soon, you had a modest if not roaring fire. You beckoned for Ahsoka to come closer before you turned and spread out your cloak on the ground to dry. 

Silence reigned for a moment as you both basked in the fire’s heat.

“Careful, now,” you said as Ahsoka scooched even closer to the fire. “Don’t go bursting into flames. Then I’d’ve crashed on this soaked planet for no reason.”

She laughed, really more of a single puff, but heeded your warning. The two of you had a complicated relationship. In public you had to uphold the masquerade of being arch nemeses, but in your private correspondence, encoded and encrypted multiple times over and in these extraordinarily rare moments you had alone together, it felt clear where your loyalties lay. Or at least who they should be with.

You with her. And her with you. 

The sun had set, the only light danced on the walls from the flames.

“Do you think anybody’s gonna find us?” You asked, growing somewhat anxious about the time passing.

“Of course,” Tano shrugged. “I activated the distress beacon on my ship.” 

“D’ya think it still works?” You raised your eyebrows. 

“Hope so.”

Silence returned, broken a few moments later by Tano’s question. 

“Did you mean it?” She asked.

You tilted your head to inquire more.

“In your last message  you said you’d…” she paused, voice full of poorly restrained hope. “Well, implied that if you could, you’d join me.”

“Of course I meant it, Tano.”

“So if the Republic gets here first, you’ll really come with me?”

You nodded. A promise unspoken. 

As the night wore on, the storm still raged outside, and the cold intensified. You were shivering, wrapped in your now dry cloak and huddled next to the fire.

“How are you not cold?” You asked in awe.

“What’d you mean? I’m freezing!”

“Then why aren't you shivering?”

“Y/n, I’m cold blooded.” She watched your face melt in surprise. “Did you seriously not know? I’m a Togruta, for goodness sake!”

“You’re kidding.”

She didn’t even blink, probably too busy wondering how her friend could be so stupid.

“No.” You shook your head. “I’m not letting you freeze your fingers off. Come here.”

You lifted your cloak, wrapped it around her, and held her close. Her skin was like ice. She leaned onto your shoulder. Slowly, as she unthawed and drifted off to sleep, you lowered the two of you to the floor of the cave. 

While stone was the only thing that cushioned your head, you made sure hers was nestled onto your left arm. Your other arm curled around her. You rested your chin on the top of her head and, after ensuring she was wrapped in your cloak as well as she could be, you let yourself drift off to sleep.

You woke up to Ahsoka’s communicator chirping. She wriggled out from under your arm and, stepping over the burnt remains of the fire, sat against the opposite wall.

She spoke quietly with her commander for a few minutes. You only caught a word here or there. Soon enough she closed the channel and the little blue hologram dissipated.

“They’re here?” You asked. She nodded. If the Republic had finally arrived, then why did Tano look so worried?

“But they’re not alone,” she explained. “There’s Separatist forces already on the planet.”

“How?!” You asked, hopes of running from the Separatists with Ahsoka now thoroughly dashed.

“They must’ve picked up my distress signal.”

“Guess it still functions, then.”

The two of you came up with two plans. If the Republic showed up, both of you would go out to meet them. Ahsoka would explain that you were defecting and… Well, after that you couldn’t really plan. The second, worse, option is that the Separatists found you. This was far more likely, seeing as they were already on-world. If you heard the clanking of droids, Ahsoka was to hide in the furthest darkest recess of the cave.

You’d go out to meet them and say she’d got away. Hopefully they were only tasked with retrieving you.

“And if they aren’t?” Ahsoka asked.

“I’ll handle it,” you said. “But… Please stay quiet. Maybe do some of your weird Jedi meditation mumbo jumbo.”

“It’s not weird!” She protested, “All you have to–”

You shushed her, then indicated the tunnel exit. Muted by the still pouring rain and dampened by the muddy slush, but still audible came the shuffling sound of droids marching along. 

No time to say goodbye, you put back on your cloak and perpetually pissed off face and sauntered out of the cave, leaving Tano, your only and thus closest friend, to scamper as far back as she could go.

“About time,” you said, exiting the darkness.

They looked up at you, stupid little faces blank of any emotion. Not happy to see you, not upset at the mud getting worked into their gears and joints. Just blank.

“Commander,” one acknowledged you as it walked past.

“Where are you going?” You stopped the droid as it stepped across the cave’s threshold.

“We have orders to scour the planet until we find the orange padawan.”

“I figured that much out,” you spat. “Why are you going in the cave? Do you not think I would have noticed if the Jedi scum was huddled next to me? Let us continue the search somewhere more plausible. And don’t insult me like that again.”

“But, Commander,” It began, examining the device in its hand. “There’s a heat signature in there.”

“I made a fire to keep from freezing to death. Fire is hot. Must I really explain everything to you?” You turned towards the jungle with a flick of your cloak.

“Roger, roger.” A chorus of robotic voices replied.

Assured they’d follow, you tramped into the dense forest. A droid’s comm beeped. 

“Yes?” It said, then paused for a moment. “They’re right here.” He passed the device to you. “It’s the General.”

“General,” You spoke into the comm. “How can I assi–”

“We’ve searched the southern valley, and I’m sending more troops to assist in your northern search.” He abruptly closed the channel. 

“‘Apprentice!’” You muttered to yourself, mocking his voice, “‘Good to see you’re alive. How are you?’ ‘I’m great, thanks for asking. I’ve only crash landed on an unbearably rainy planet and been forced to betray one set of allegiances today.’”

“What’s that?” Asked a droid.

“Nothing,” you sighed. A Republic ship screeched through the air above you and landed in the clearing of Ahsoka’s crash, now far behind you. 

Good, you thought, at least she’ll get home safe.

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A Strange Pair 🔪😢&☁️, Part 2 ☁️

Warnings: Description of reader (hair), abusive & unsupportive parents, food insecurity, loneliness, nightmares

Fred Weasley x reader, gn!reader

The Herbologist and the Forest Spirit ☁️& a lil 😢

Warnings: Cuddles, fem reader, mentions of Cedric's death.

Neville Longbottom x Half-forest-spirit reader, gn!reader

Have a lovely day!