#master plo and little ani au

[antianakin]

What if, instead of an Ahsoka and Obi-Wan age swap where Ahsoka still somehow goes through the Wrong Jedi arc exactly the way it happened because "Jedi Council Bad," it goes the OPPOSITE way?

What if Ahsoka does still end up getting framed for a Temple bombing, but this time, because she's literally a Jedi Master on the fucking Council, she has the ability to NOT do the stupidest thing possible in her situation?

What if she sees that key card left for her and immediately realizes it's a trap and just... doesn't use it? The clones are attacked and as they try to figure out who's done it, they see Master Ahsoka still in her cell, meditating, a key card sitting outside of her cell within arm's reach. I imagine the CG's interrogation of her goes a little like this:

"Where did this come from?" "Probably the person trying to frame me for murder." "Why would they give you a way to escape?" "Probably because it would make me look REALLY guilty of a crime I didn't commit and cause everybody to use up all of their resources to chase me instead of tracking down the real criminal."

And like. The camera in the cell might have lost audio at some point, but it didn't lose VISUAL so they can always go back and check and see that Ahsoka never left it during the time period when the clones were being attacked.

Even if she DID murder Letta, even if she somehow WAS in on the Temple bombing, there's clearly another person out there still to find, and that brings up a lot of questions without answers and no real conclusive proof that Ahsoka actually did anything wrong or was involved in the bombing, so there's no leverage that Tarkin and Palpatine can use to force the Council to expel one of their own in order to put her on trial. This gives the COUNCIL leverage because now they can demand that any kind of trial or sentence wait until they've caught this other person and found more conclusive evidence. It's VERY easy for the Council to stand behind Ahsoka because she's MAKING it easy.

And instead of having to spend all of their time chasing after Ahsoka, people like Anakin and Plo Koon can actually try to figure out the real culprit. In canon, it takes Anakin all of like... a few hours to manage this after Ahsoka is captured, but he has to spend a few DAYS trying to chase her down. Imagine what they could've done if they weren't stuck chasing a false lead?

Padawan Ahsoka does all of the stupidest possible things for her to do in the Wrong Jedi arc. I'd like to think in an AU where she's earned Mastery and been judged worthy of a seat on the Council, she'd be less stupid in the same situation.

Master Ahsoka is framed, yes, but she never gets expelled from the Order and therefore never chooses to leave it, either.

Because Master Ahsoka would've presumably been trained by Qui-Gon Jinn, not Anakin Skywalker, and while Qui-Gon was willing to butt heads with the Council, he didn't DISTRUST them or keep secrets from them or believe himself better than them. Master Ahsoka is a true Jedi, one not poisoned by Palpatine through Anakin's training of her. Master Ahsoka never has any reason to feel like no one would ever believe in her innocence. The Council would've literally proven how much they believe in her just by giving her the rank of Master and asking her to serve on the Council at all. She trusts her fellow Jedi, she trusts the Council, and she trusts the will of the Force, and that pays off for her.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello there!

Wdyt about Obiwans f!reader padawan is secretly in a relationship with our beloved Cody? What would master Jedi think? And how will he find out?

Thanks for your work tho! U r the best

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Summary: You and Cody have been in a secret relationship for what seems like ages, and finally your Master finds out.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Jedi!F!Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: Uh...Cody's a bit handsy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So to make this work, it's set in an AU. Obi-Wan was disavowed by Qui-Gon in favor of Anakin, so Qui-Gon is alive and Anakin is his Padawan. Obi-Wan's training was finished by Master Plo Koon, and he took his padawan a year after he was Knighted, she's the same age as Anakin. Obi-Wan has never hidden how Qui-Gon treated him, and so his Padawan has issues with her could-have-been Grandmaster.

“I should-,” A soft gasp cuts your sentence off, as Cody’s warm, far too tempting, lips trace a path up your neck to stop just under your ear.

“You should?” He prompts, his voice low and breathy as his hands drag down your body.

“Should leave,” You whisper, as you move your head so your lips are hovering just over his, “I’ve been here too long already, if anyone comes looking for you-”

“My brother’s won’t rat us out,” Cody murmurs, as his lips brush against yours, “Not unless they want to see what I’m like when I’m properly irritated at them.”

You laugh, and he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your laughter, and then your moans as he nips your lower lip and then soothes the spot with his tongue.

He breaks the kiss and you lean into him trying to continue it, pulling a breathless laugh from him, “Kriff, could kiss you for hours.” He says softly, before he attaches his lips to a spot just low enough that your robes will cover any mark that he leaves.

“If my master comes looking for you-” You trail off with a near silent moan as Cody nips on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Strategy meeting.” Cody replies.

“Oh? And what kind of strategy meetings involve you sliding your hands up my shirt?” You ask, shivering as you feel his warm hands on your stomach, and sliding up.

“Very…traditional types.” He says as he nips the red mark he just left on your skin, “He wouldn’t understand.”

“Cody,” His name is little more than a sigh as he kisses you deeply and presses you firmly against the wall of his office, his knee sliding between your thighs.

“Keep saying my name like that, cyar’ika.” He murmurs against your skin, “And you’re definitely not leaving my office.”

You open your mouth to reply to him, only to get interrupted by the sound of your comm chiming. Neither of you move for a moment, and then Cody sighs and presses his face against your neck, while you dig your comm out of your pocket.

Your free hand plays with the hair at the back of his neck, while you read the message on your comm, and you sigh, “I have to go.”

“Is something wrong?” Cody asks, his voice muffled by how he’s pressed against you.

“I doubt it. But he did say that it was an emergency.” You put your comm back in your pocket and slowly, grudgingly, untangle yourself from Cody. He gently helps you fix your robes so you’re presentable, and you favor him with a softest smile you can muster, “I’ll see you later?”

“I’m sure you will.” He presses the gentlest kiss against your lips, and then he takes a step back and then another one so he’s sitting on the edge of his desk.

You take a moment to make sure that you look presentable, and then you hurry out of Cody’s office, lingering just long enough to see his head tilt back and hear a low curse fall from his lips, before you hurry through the halls to your Master’s office.

You key in the door code and step into the room, only to pause when you see your Master pacing from one side of the room to the other, “What happened?” You ask.

“The 501st is calling for backup.” Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi says to you as he continues his pacing.

“...And you’re telling me and not the helm because-?” You ask slowly.

“Qui-Gon Jinn doesn’t ask for help.” Your Master says, his voice bitter, as he paces even faster. “And he definitely doesn’t ask for help from me.”

“Well, maybe it’s not Qui-Gon asking. Maybe it’s Anakin.” You offer as you hold out your hands to try and stop your Master from pacing, “We still like Anakin, right?”

Obi-Wan pauses, and he shoots you a look, “We have no problem with Qui-Gon Jinn, Padawan.”

“Sure. Aside from the fact that he disavowed you…just like he did to Feemor and Xanatos-”

“Padawan.”

“Shutting up.”

Obi-Wan smiles at you soothingly, “You’re not wrong, it’s just a sore subject.”

“Right. Which is why we won’t spit on Qui-Gon Jinn if he’s on fire, but Anakin’s innocent in all of this. And so are the men of the 501st.” You point out.

“Padawan,” Obi-Wan says with a sigh.

“Fine! I suppose we can spit on him if he’s on fire. But I will do so under duress.” You fold your arms, “Anyway, are we not going?”

“I think it’s a trap.”

“Well, obviously. It almost always is in these kinds of situations.” You point out logically. “So what’s the play?”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes, “I’ll contact the council and see what some of the others have to say.” He finally decides, “But, we do have something else we need to talk about.”

“Oh?”

Master Obi-Wan walks over to you and carefully plucks your robe away from your neck, “Spending time with Commander Cody, were you?”

Your face heats, “We’re friends.”

“Oh? I have a lot of friends and none of them give me hickies.” Obi-Wan says pointedly.

You hesitate, “It’s not his fault,” You finally say, “If anyone should be punished it should be me.”

“Padawan-”

“It’s not his fault. I didn’t pressure him into anything, but I started it, so it’s my fault-”

“Padawan!” Obi-Wan sets his hand on your shoulder, “I’m not going to punish you…or Commander Cody.”

“You…you’re not?”

“No.”

“...that’s super, but why?”

He smiles at you softly, “A question for a question, Padawan. Would you ever put Commander Cody’s life ahead of anyone else?”

You sniff, “Of course not! Not anymore than Cody would put me ahead of anyone else.”

“And that, Padawan mine, is why I don’t have a problem with it. Love without attachment.”

You pout at him slightly, “How’d you find out?”

“You and Cody aren’t half as subtle as you probably think you are.” Obi-Wan replies dryly, and then he pauses, “Also, Waxer let it slip.”

You stare at him, “You had no idea until Waxer let it slip.”

“I’m not going to admit to that.”

“You absolutely didn’t.” You say with a grin. “Cody and I aren’t Anakin and Padme, after all.”

“Padawan, a brick to the face is more subtle than Anakin and Padme.” Obi-Wan pushes his hand through his hair, “Alright. I need to comm the council, you need to go and tell Cody what’s going on.”

“Gotcha.” You turn to leave the room, and are halfway into the hall with your Master hot on your heels.

“Oh, right. Padawan,” Obi-Wan says cheerfully, “No multiplication.”

You sputter and your face burns, “I have an implant Master, remember.”

“I know. I just want to make sure that you remember.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” And then you turn to dart back down the hall with your master’s laughter echoing in your ears.

You reach Cody’s office and key in the door code, and step back into the room, “Waxer’s a snitch,” You announce to Cody, who looks slightly bemused to see you so soon, “Also, we might be going to help the 501st.”

“...We’re always flying to help the 501st, but what’s this about Waxer being a snitch?”

“He slipped and told Master about us.” You say with a sigh, “We’re not in trouble, Master doesn’t mind, but still. Waxer ratted us out.”

Cody’s expression becomes very even, “I suppose since you didn’t get in trouble it’s fine. But I will be putting him through the wringer tomorrow.”

“Not today?”

There’s a glimmer of mischief on his handsome face, “Lock the door, cyar’ika. Now that your Master knows, then I’m definitely going to take advantage.”

You giggle and press the button to lock the door, before you cross the room to his side. Cody immediately pulls you onto his lap and crashes his lips against yours, his hands sliding back under your top.

This probably isn’t what your Master had in mind when he sent you back to Cody, but you’re not going to complain.

[musewrangler]

Piett as a Jedi for the AU ask game? (Bonus points if Scraps is somehow involved)

Oh my friend. What a delightful one. :D K, here it goes:

His power was feared on Axxila. As a result he was taught to repress any 'weirdness' as his father called it, from a young age. It made him prone to terrible headaches and he was often ill, though he realized many years later, that his illnesses were more due to a small body that was trying to contain so much power.

The day that his powers unleashed in public was forever etched into his memory. He had been chased by the local bullies and cornered, where they proceeded to their usual beating, when he just couldn't stop the fire building within him. They were injured and a great deal of damage was done to surrounding buildings. He was sold to pay the debts this incurred, and given that he had demonstrated powers, he went for a great price. There were two years of misery as the slavers tried to force him to do things he didn't know how to do with the Force, and perform for crowds, so he was beaten frequently. Until one day.

Plo Koon had heard rumors of the child with special powers while travelling through the Celanon Spur. Being the soft heart that he was, he decided to follow those rumors up. Jedi children from this sector were rare, not least because they usually died at a young age in this very unforgiving part of the galaxy. And thus it was that he found a ten year old Firmus Piett, caged and hopeless and promptly released him. He contacted the Axxilan fleet with exact information on the slavers' and their location and while he was a more peaceful soul, he took great pleasure in news of their annihilation as he helped to heal a much too small boy, both physically and spiritually.

So Firmus grew up in the Jedi Temple, though he left more than most to travel with his master, and thus he had a love of space ships from an early age. He was unique in that he accepted he was not the greatest warrior nor the most powerful Force user. He was remarkably good with the lightsaber and he was one of the best tactical minds in his padawan group. And that was good enough for him. Perhaps because of this, he was not given command of an active duty division in the Clone Wars. Instead, he was stationed on Coruscant in a sort of general way to look out for the Senators. Kenobi had a 'feeling' about this and while Firmus was a little disappointed not to be in the stars, he felt useful.

He found friends in Senators Organa and Amidala, and he enjoyed their conversations outside of the Senate. They recognized his keen tactical mind in turn, and these meetings were good to both solidify friendship and lay foundations for what many would refer to as the 'Rebellion'. Marshall Commander Fox, nearing a breaking point, and silently bearing far too much on his armored shoulders, found himself back to back with Jedi General Piett during a Senate attack. Firmus sensed the great strain the man was under and in the course of having their injuries tended in the Senate medbay, he learned a great deal. So when Fox declared that he had no Jedi to appeal to, Piett allowed his mouth to curl and his eyebrow to raise. "You do now," he said.

[jessicas-pi]

okay nobody asked but I'm doing it anyway, more Medieval AU Incorrect Quotes

Rex: Ahsoka told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Ezra: What goes up but never comes down? Caleb: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

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Barriss: Stressed. Korkie: Depressed. Merrin: Possessed. Chopper: Obsessed. Caleb: Well-dressed. Cal: Impressed. Ahsoka: Chicken breast. Everyone: ...What? Ahsoka: I just wanted to join in.

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Ahsoka: We have a problem. Rex: No, YOU have a problem. I have a princess who keeps making them.

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Barriss: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Ahsoka: That's why I carry two swords.

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Omega: I love you both, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Cal: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Omega: Yes! Merrin: I am starting to feel sorry for you.

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Sabine: I think I might be in love with someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it. Ursa: Just rip the bandage off. Sabine: It’s Ezra. Ursa: Put the bandage back on.

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Ahsoka: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Ahsoka: Doesn't work when your bodyguard catches you sneaking out your window tho :/

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Ketsu: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

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Ahsoka: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Skira: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Adenn isn’t.

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Makheta: Rex is playing hard to get. Makheta: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Barriss: This is a mistake Ahsoka, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Barriss: But not today Ahsoka, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Cal: Goodnight moon. Cal: Goodnight tree. Cal: Goodnight ghosts only I can see.

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Korkie: Can you please be serious, for five minutes? Ai-kel: My record is four but I think I can do it.

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Caleb: So how was your day, kids? Ezra: We almost got surprise adopted! Caleb: What? Sabine: We almost got kidnapped. Caleb: Oh, okay. Caleb: WAIT WHAT?!

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Ahsoka: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Rex: What hints have you given them? Ahsoka: Well, I think about him a lot. Ahsoka: And sometimes I even think about talking to him.

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Merrin: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'I have not decided yet' is typically a good response.

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Plo Koon: How many children do you have? Shaak Ti: Biologically, emotionally, or legally? Plo Koon: Fair question.

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*At 3AM* Makheta: Why do we have different blood groups? Ahsoka: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

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Caleb: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Zeb: You were flirting with Hera. Caleb: So what? She's my wife. Zeb: You asked her if she was single. Caleb: Zeb: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

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Omega: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

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Ezra: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hera: Wasn't Sabine with you? Sabine: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Rex: Nothing in life is free. Makheta: Love is free. Korkie: Knowledge is free. Ahsoka: Friendship is free. Ai-kel: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. Everyone: ... Rex: That's illegal- Ahsoka: No, let him finish!

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Ai-kel: When I first met you, I did not like you. Lux: I'm aware of that. Ai-kel: But then you and I had some time together. Lux: Uh-huh? Ai-kel: It did not get better.

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Ahsoka: Am I in trouble? Rex: Take a guess. Ahsoka: No? Rex: Take another guess.

[cloneloverrrrr]

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It had been several rotations since the occurrence with Wolffe, his chip had been removed as had so many others. But he still laid in the med bay bed recovering.

Kix came up behind you silently handing you a hot mug of caf “thank you” you said weakly giving him a small smile. “He is getting better mesh’la, try not to worry too much. Why don’t you go home get some rest eh?” His voice is soft and his nature shone through. However he notices the fret displayed across your face “He is stable all he needs is rest. I will comm you with any updates go on home kid” he pulls you into bear hug. You sigh and relax into him “ thank you Kix” with that you take your leave.

The journey home was quiet your head could not focus. So much had happened… Palpatine was dead, Padme Amidala was now supreme chancellor Dooku was soon to face trial for his war crimes , Grievous had fled, as so many Jedi had sadly perished Anakin took Mace Windu’s position , Obi-wan and Master Plo continued with the war in their hunt for Grievous. Fives and Tup have come out of hiding and are back in the 501st despite loosing so many brothers.

Yet you still had so much to do in the Senate the last part of the journey before your Bill to ensure all clones could now choose if they wanted to continue in the army or choose other paths. You will not give up you’ve worked far too hard for this bill not to pass and considering what you’ve been through recently you are more determined than ever.

As soon as you got back to your apartment a strange sickly feeling creeped up on you this was something you’d never felt before so qualmish. Climbing into bed you hoped a cup of hot sweet tea would relax you… far from it you climbed over to Wolffes side, the sheets you both slept in felt like they had blown away in a storm that is now over. Burying your head into his pillow the tears roll down your face.

Those prayers to the maker better be answered you needed him back. Your Wolffe, your lover. You were debilitated, slowly your eyes closed and you drifted off. You slept through the night relatively well until the shrill sound of the new Comm Fox gifted you rings out and with a little yawn you answer.

It’s Kix his smooth kind pleasant voice on the other end “Crystal… Wolffe is awake and asking for you” you wipe the sleep out of your eyes “Oh Kix thank you!! I need to take a shower and I’ll… be..uhh excuse me” that feeling feeling is back you rush to the fresher and never in your life have you vomited like you did just now , between the retching and whimpers you hear a concerned Kix

“are you alright?”

“Yes I’m ok Kix just been feeling very nauseous recently and I guess it’s from what’s happened over the last few rotations” you slump down on the floor in the fresher “I will be over as quickly as I can”.

Showered , dressed and ready to go you race over to the medical bay within the GAR. You find Wolffe in his bed Kix and a medical driod standing over him , he looks so helpless nothing like his previous persona when the chip was still implanted in his brain. He looks your lover again the beautiful Commander Wolffe you fell in love with.

You walk with amble pace towards his bedside… “Wolffe” you say gently placing your small hand above his. His golden honey and cybernetic eyes gaze upon you like the heavens have opened , his discerning look draws you closer.

“I’ll leave you too alone” Kix grins hurrying the medical driod away and flinging a Holopad it’s way. A horse whisper “mesh’la.. I’m so sorry for everything all the pain I caused, I tried to fight it so hard I really did” tears slowing filling his eyes. No one saw this side of him expect you he is fully vulnerable around you. “It’s ok my love I know” those soothing words lingered in his ears as he lifted himself up on his elbows with a slight struggle.

“Can I kiss you?” He purs.

“Kiss me Wolffe” and you lean in closer, he can smell that perfume your wearing it takes over his senses. It’s his favourite. Gentle lips crash into yours. A sweet kiss, a kiss that overwhelmed you, a kiss that brought that true happy feeling back.

The earsplitting sounds of cheers in the Senate as your Bill was finally passed. Clones now have the same rights as citizens they are free to leave the GAR and pursue other jobs, get married, start family’s do whatever they like.

After all this time it finally feels real. You couldn’t be happier for your clone brothers. It been two full weeks, Wolffe was finally cleared for duty and he had been sent with the 104th on a relief mission to Serenno. After Dooku’s sentence the planet had descended into chaos, some rebel insurgents had attempted to take control of the planet, killing innocents who only wanted peace , mindlessly harming anyone who stood with the republic. Again this morning you had that sickly feeling and you’d be craving Melioorun’s recently. Maybe a trip to see Kix would put your mind at ease.

Playing your favourite song and sip of that oh so sweet Alderaan wine you finish the final touches of your outfit a black and silver corset with thin straps ,tight high waist black sequin skirt with a slit up your right thigh, silver glitter knee high boots every part of this outfit accentuating your curves.

You throw on your long leather trench coat, because out of nowhere the winds blew cold. The nights on Coruscant seemed to be more darker and bleak. Feeling confident, you knew your lover would enjoy this ensemble you choose. However, it was a shame to have to cover it up due to the brisk wind. Wolffe had previously comm'd you to say he would be waiting for you in 79's. Many of the battalions were back on Coruscant to celebrate the end of the war, therefore 79s was hosting a celebratory party. You knew it was going to overwhelmingly crowded, but something glinted inside of you at the thought of the men having control of their own lives.  

Nothing filled your heart with happiness more, except the thought of being back in the arms of the man you love. The man you would give your last breath for. Wolffe finally has his freedom, this sparked a feeling that you weren't even sure how to describe. All you knew it was all consuming and liberating, it made you feel like you were floating deep into the sky.

Sat in the back of the speeder cab as it raced through the neon lit streets your heart is pounding in your chest , it seems like everything is back to normal. Well almost you wish this unwell feeling would stop cropping up.

The outside of 79’s was absolutely jam-packed. So many happy carefree clones enjoying every minute of this evening. Strolling in of course you got attention from the shinys or other Commanders who weren’t aware you belonged to Wolffe, mind, body, heart and soul.

You peered through the strobe lights and haze of smoke, your eyes focus on the usual booth in the corner Fox, Cody, Rex and your lover. They all smiled at the sight of you. They know just how deeply in love you and their Vod are. His eyes widened at the sight of you how beautiful how sexy you looked, he was thirsty for you. His appetite grew and grew. Pushing your way carefully through the sea of clones and nat-borns Wolffe stands up to greet you pulling you into his warm embrace. Cheers and whistles from his Vod as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms. “ Ner cyar’ika you look so fucking good” eyes shut he moaned into your bare neck before brushing you with light butterfly kisses. Content you hum in response melting into him.

The night couldn’t of gone better you have all drank to Hardcase and the fallen brothers, you’ve sipped so many girly cocktails even Wolffe tried one just for you with encouragement from his Vod’s , although from the look of improper disgust on his face you all can’t help but laugh “well at least you tried eh Wolf’ika” fox snorts out slapping his shoulder which earns him the famous eye roll.

Before you can get up to move to the dance floor Rex places his hand on your wrist “Mesh’la there is someone here who wants to see you” his soft voice always leaves you feeling calm, as he gestures you to the entrance you look up and see Fives with Tup walking in along with Kix and Jesse. A joyous smile spread across your face as you run upto them both drawing your arms around them. “Thank you for caring for us mesh’la” they both say in sync. Wolffes gruff exterior broke for if only for a little while as he watched you dance with his brothers. A sense of calm washed over him.

How did he get so lucky? A goddess, an angel maybe. You cared and fought for him his brothers to lead a better life. Men who had been bred for war and war only. Not now that’s all going to change, only for the better. After all the losses all the pain , the confusion, the hurt these men deserve only pure goodness to come their way. You were their light at the end of the tunnel.

An intense desire had been slowly building up all night between you both. Some illicit words whispered in your ear in the booth. Wolffe had pulled you away from the dance floor towards the fresher and locked the door once you were both inside. Standing in front of the dimly lit mirror Wolffe brought his head down to yours placing a kiss on your cheek.

The way his large calloused hands exploded your body underneath that outfit he clearly loved left your breathing shakey. He caught your eyes fixated on him whilst he his were practically glowing.

“Can you ever forgive me mesh’la?”

His tongue leaving a small trail down your neck towards your shoulder slowly pulling the straps of your corset down but his words pleading.

Leaning your head back into the crook his neck the smallest whimper slips out of you as Wolffe grabs your chin with his thick thumb and index finger forcing you to look back at him. “Wolffe” your sweet moans bring a devilish smile to his face “there is nothing to forgive” your sentence trails off.

Your lovers fingers cup at your breast desperately trying to pull them free from your clothing “oh my pretty girl lets go home” his hot breathe against your skin. You turn around grabbing onto the nape of his neck pulling him in for a chaste kiss both you longing for each other.

“but …we have to say goodbye to everyo…” your words only to be cut off by his lips brutally back on yours, his hands grabbing into the flesh of your thighs hiking your skirt further up roaming up to wet core.

“they are big boys they will be fine on their own”

Hot and heavy lips kiss you once more.

“now let’s go home bunny”.

Both of you full of concupiscent, your arousal soaking your black lace panties, so desperate for more of his touch. The need to get somewhere secluded made the seconds fly by. In no time at all you were back at your apartment. Your fingers felt like lead as you tried to key in the door code, the numbers flipping in your head in your urgent need for the two of you to be inside. Before the door had even resealed Wolffe was all over you, his corse black gloves inspecting every inch your body he could get his hands on. In the shadows of your apartment your face was so dangerously close to his that you could smell the nutty ropy fragrance of the whiskey he had been drinking.

Your tongue dared to come out and taste him, gently swiping across his rough lips. His mouth parts on command letting your tongue enter your lover's mouth. Your love for each other took over quickly. Devouring each of you in a heated mess of strongly rooted passion. His firm touch and deep kisses were so instantaneous and urgent. It all but overpowered your senses as it sought some unreachable terminus in your core.

Stumbling into the bedroom you eagerly strip Wolffe out of his armour and blacks , your mouth salivates and your pussy moistens the sight of your battle hard Commander stood there stark naked , his perfect thick veiny cock stood to attention. Biting your bottom lip to stifle any moans you push him back onto your bed “now watch me Commander” your voice seductive your eyes blown wide with lust.

Wolffes glowing eyes never leaving you, hungrily watching your every move as you slowly begin removing each piece of clothing discarding it to the floor revealing your pretty sheer thong. He inspects you as you move one of your hands down your stomach to your core.

“mmm Wolffe tell me you want me “

Two of your fingers begin dancing across your sweet pearl , the friction from the fabric paired with the action of your fingers is setting a wildfire ablaze within you. Your movement changes ever so slightly more intense. Wolffe continues to observe you quietly, the odd moans and groan as he begins jerking his thick length at a steady pace.

Laying on the bed, supporting himself with his elbows. You bite your lip at the sight. So spicy yet so sweet at same time, waiting just for you. His broad muscular shoulders are just waiting to be clawed at by you, as is his strong back so used to it. His abs tighten, as he watches your movements. Your eyes roll back as your body enjoys the pleasure. Heat ran through your body down to your core.

His lean legs hang down from the bed. For a moment, you wonder which god to thank for giving you this wonderful man. His face is shadowed, but his right side is clearly visible, his silver eye, and the legendary scar, that you caressed and kissed so many times when you snuggled in bed. He had not let anyone touch it before, he showed his tender side only to you.

On his caramel-coloured body, the light play of the cold yellow-pink-purple colored neon and the small room lamp was as beautiful as a modern painting. You look at this work of art and wonder how you are going to destroy it and judging by the hunger radiating from his eyes, Wolffe is looking forward to it.

“Lay back” you command as you eventually remove your hand from your pussy. A good solider always follows orders and Wolffe obeyed laying back into the bed, leaking pre cum a sight you love. Standing above him as your hand ghosts over his jawline, you run your wet fingers across his lips an invitation he gladly accepts. Achingly slow you push your two fingers into his mouth flat against his tongue , he begins sucking at a leisurely pace savouring your taste. Maker how he has missed it. Wolffe looked so beautiful like this laid out on the bed sucking your fingers following your orders. Your solider doing as he is told.

“Ride me mesh’la, use me , use my body to make yourself feel good” his words so sexy rasping as he pulls you down onto his strong body carefully sliding you down his throbbing member.

Never before has Wolffe let you fully take control until tonight. “Good girl now ride me” heavy pants hissed between his teeth as you found your rhythm slow to begin with , the wetness from your fervour coated his cock.

Wolffe closed his hand around your neck licking circles around your nipple sucking every now again before moving onto your other side paying this one just as much attention as the other. The way your lovers thick cock stretches you out and fills you with the upmost pleasure is something you’ve never felt before until him.

Bouncing, rocking and grinding on Wolffes cock you feel a strong calloused hand smack your ass cheek not once but twice, his head tilted back the way his muscles strained in his neck it was taking all he had not to thrust up into you and fuck your brains out. He looked so beautiful like this.

“Ohh fuck- good girl just like that! Keep fucking riding me” his erotic praises laced with filth have your swollen walls fluttering so hard.

Your ass had always been one of the parts of you Wolffe loved caressing , but tonight he wanted more. Keeping one hand steadying your movements he moved the other to your mouth , gently tapping your full lips so you opened your mouth. The intense gaze dark with salacity , you suck on his fingers before he swiftly pulls them away to move his hold down to your ass once more.

The damp feeling of his fingers gently crawl down your cheek, soft yet devilishly massaging your back hole. Preparing you so he can pleasure every entrance of you simultaneously. Manipulating your hole with his finger while you ride him, you can't help but whimper and moan as you reach your peak. Your nails dug deep into his skin, clawing at his chest. Your pussy clamping so tight around him

"FUCK" is all you can mewl out between screams.

"Keep kriffing screaming cyar'ika" His agonising low growls waver, he was so close to spilling his seed inside of you.

You feel your hips stutter as your pussy convulsed around him your core exploding. Your cum filled cunt enjoying every second.

"That's it babygirl " He gasps, "Just like that"

Wolffe then groaned horsely. Your hips were bruised, your ass cheeks red and raw, your cum filled pussy inevitably sore. But that doesn't stop him. Wolffe wants more.

“I’m not finished with you bunny” the words sparked another wildfire within you. “Good” you whisper between pants.

Wolffe took this as an invitation and within one swift movement had you pinned down on the bed, the sheets you two fucked in ripe with your smells. He parted your legs so gently yet so starved. His tongue leaving a wet trail up your thighs, up your stomach towards your bare breasts.

Back arched as he made his way back down your body now purely focusing on your sweet sensitive pearl. His wet tongue flat against your clit slowly circling you each twist of his tongue more intense than before.

Pressure building up inside you as he fucks you with his skilled tongue while his thumb and finger roll your throbbing clit causing you to mutter incoherent words of rapture. Bucking your hips up as Wolffes tongue continuously delve into your wet cunt eating away at you like a starved man.

“uhhh shit don’t stop Wolffe … p-lease”.

You tightened your legs , grinding against his face wanting to feel as much as you could. Pleasure crashed over your entire body . Wolffes pace picking up, his strong hands held your thighs still as you squirm underneath him reaching your peak. The sweet tangy juices flow from your cunt all over his face.

Pulling your lover in for a kiss “I can’t get enough of you Wolffe” soft moans enter his mouth as you suck away the taste of you on his tongue.

“Who says I’m finished yet mesh’la” his words were a statement not a question.

That hand is back around your throat grabbing ahold of you hard. Before you feel his throbbing thick length slide into your slick pussy he kisses your temple. ⠀

“Are you ready for me mesh’la?” You look up at him lasciviousness plastered all over your pretty face. A wild and feral glint in his eyes.

“You’ll take my cock like a good girl won’t you Mesh’la”

There’s that demanding statement once more. Anticipation dances over your body before a slight burn takes over your soaked core. Wolffe stretches you, his thick cock dragging in and out of your walls completely splits you open, harsh and vehement. It hurts. A reminder that nothing or no-one will ever give you the same feeling he does. And it feels so good. You never want this feeling to end. The slapping of his balls against your skin mixed with the pained pleasure as he fucks into you relentlessly. Again and again and again.

“Mmmm Mesh’la” he rasps, “Fuck you take me so fucking .. g-good”

“Look at me” he growls, “Fucking look at me” his hungry moans send constant shivers up your spine.

“Don’t stop..” your sobs pitiful begging for more.

“You look so good underneath me” he praised once gasping as he tore you apart. His obscene grunting alone nearly had you on the edge of your third orgasm.

His control is lost you both come undone. Bodies soaked in glistening sweat. Stars and clouds completely blur your visions. Burning hot liquid pleasure corses through your veins, your blood. His warm creamy cum spilling deep inside you, dribbling out of your ruined little hole. Wolffe presses his panting chest against your sensitive tits, sucking on the pulse point on your neck. You suddenly feel calloused finger tips pushing some of his release back into your cunt. ⠀

⠀

The way your insides felt covering his cock had him in a state bliss nothing in the galaxy could replace or replicate.

For a while you both lay there , his cock softening inside of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as you stroke small circles into the base of his skull. Your love for him is truly intoxicating.

As morning broke soft streaks of sunlight danced through your curtains turning over you see Wolffe peaceful, his light snores bring a little chuckle to your lips. Suddenly the room begins to spin, you feel queasy, a watery feeling overcomes your mouth and throat. Rushing to the fresher you barely make it as the vomit leaves your body.

Drained , and not oneself you slump over the toilet seat and begin to sob uncontrollably , shoulders shaking your mind completely blank yet the confusion as to why you are crying leaves you pondering.

“Mesh’la??” You hear Wolffe shout out his voice dripping with concern. No sooner after you hear him scrambling about in the bedroom before rushing to your side. Kneeling next to you his strong hand sit across your shoulder while the other pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” His brows completely furrowed , lips narrowed. His face just as confused as you seem to be.

You feel strange. You've been more tired and exhausted for days. Maybe it's some type vitamin deficiency, an illness, maybe stress.

You had been eating more lately, even though it's not typical of you. Foods you would turn your nose up at only a matter of weeks ago. Dizzy spells happen more and more . The way you are now more sensitive to smells. Even smells you used to love are driving you mad. You almost threw up on Senator Organa's boots the other morning. You usually find the patchouli he uses so pleasant, but today it was like he was bathing in it. Too spicy too sweet, too thick.

Silence filled the room expect the odd whimper as you stare off into space , completely turning a blind eye to Wolffe and his constant questions repeating the same three words.

Suddenly something snaps in you , the realisation of this situation. A more demanding voice breaks your thoughts. It feels like your on a Star Destroyer crashing onto an unknown planet.

“Crystal what is wrong? Please talk to me…” the supplicating of his voice finally brings you to answer.

Not being able to even look him in the eye , you feel almost ashamed. Your head drops to the floor. Your voice trembling “I think … I’m pregnant Wolffe”. Your body shaking uncontrollably. There is that silence again. You could hear a credit drop to the floor it was that noiseless.

“Wolffe…?” Tears burning your eyes as the threaten to spill over running down your cheeks again. Stoney cold silence. For what seems an eternity Wolffe finally lets out a small grunt. His eyes study you however his expression is unreadable.

You reach your hand out to him but he simply just gets up to walk away, but your hand falls to the floor. The unpleasant nature of this silence is wounding. Completely and utterly throw into panic, you feel a pain in your heart. You are in a state of pure discomposure, time seems to stand still yet hours go by and you don’t attempt to even move from the fresher. Still clung to the toilet seat. Sobs coming in thick and fast until you hear your apartment door swoosh open and Wolffe is back. Standing in the doorway of the fresher you look up to his face but he is just stood there, surveying you, but inaudible.

Moments go by .. “I… I don’t know what to say , I was just shocked. I’m sorry my mesh’la” you can hear the apprehension within his voice. His eyes soft and gentle.

“It’s ok I understand” you reply. Your voice quivering , wondering how this is possible, is it real, what you both will do. Your heart is pounding in your chest , your mind running wild with thoughts you never thought you would of popped into your head. Would childbearing bring you two closer together or completely destroy everything you have. Wolffe breaks you out of your trance once more…

“Let’s go and see Kix to discuss our options?” He holds his hand out gracefully lifting you up into his cosmic arms. Wolffe catches your chin with his hand ever so gently forcing you to look at him.

“It will be ok mesh’la… Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum” before he slowly starts kissing the curve of your neck and across to your shoulder. Soft open mouth kisses. The ones you love. The heat off his body radiates against yours.

From the news broken earlier Wolffes possessive hold over you only grows stronger. He wants to protect you from the galaxy. His angel, his strength, cyare. The journey to see Kix at the GAR medical base filled you with much timorous, you appeared almost frightened of one's own shadow.

“Hello you two!” A jolly voice pops up from around the medical curtain , Kix with a spring in his step walks over to you both smiling. However the dark circles under his eyes and his heavy shoulders seem to say he was exhausted but continued on his removal of the chips for all of his brothers.

“What can I help with?” As he taps away on his Holopad before focusing his gaze back on you both.

You stutter and begin to look at the ground , before another wave of sickness befalls you. Without a word Kix grabs you a sick bucket. You retch, heave & gag for a good ten minutes. Wolffes strong gloved hand never leaving your shoulder unless he needed to pull your hair out of your face. Your hands continued to caress your stomach.

Finally Kix breaks the silence between you three among the sounds of spewing.

“Your expecting aren’t you Mesh’la?” The tone to his voice soothed you to no end but his words shook you to the core .Clearly you’ve finished spilling your guts into the bucket you look up at the warm smiling medic , your eyes in pure shock like a blaster bolt out of the blue fired into you.

“No I cant be! It’s impossible” your sobbing comes back with a vengeance , Wolffe holds onto you before speaking.

“We used protection , are you sure about this ?” A brow raises above that glowing cybernetic eye , his leg twitching trying his upmost to continue his composure.

Kix with a rather amused look on his face lifts the mug of caf to his lips before replying in a quite clearly dumbfounded tone

“Protection is not always 100% Wolffe , these things can happen. Perhaps I should give you two some space to discuss things?” His smile still there and his heart full knowing you are carrying his Vods child.

No sooner than uttering the words Kix leaves the room and offers you both some space. It’s like the room had gone completely inaudible, all you could do was cup your stomach. Thoughts raced through your mind you could not even begin to comprehend. Wolffe places a warm loving hand upon your shoulder which brings your mind crashing back to reality.

He clears his throat and in that for a moment has you confused because he only ever does this before giving his Troopers their orders, his voice then flounders before a short pause.

“Mesh'la, I know things have been difficult for us...but we haven't worker this hard for this long to come a part at the seams here...no matter what happens the two of us will get through this...together"

His voice gruff and commanding yet this is his only way to show you he is doing one's utmost to comfort you in the only way he knows how...to be a Commander. Your Commander.

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Plo Koon acting like a cat and breaking mugs while Wolffe's patience tried is hilarious! How did the whole thing end?

S AU C E ♥

I think it's the safest he can afford of causing mischief. It's not very 384-year old Jedi Master thing to do. But if it meant helping getting the his boys distracted for the Clone Appreciation party the Jedis are planning then he will do more.

So ended up with Wolffe's patience still intact and errantly procuring the mugs from the Corries for Plo to break, Plo would need to find more ways to entertain Wolffe.

Let us not forget Plo is also a ho for knowledge and his curiosity knows no bounds. Absolute no - fucking - bounds.

So how does it end?

If Plo casually pushed the 104th mugs off the counter to break, Plo would do the same but excruciatingly slow to the point of doing in-between things to really rile up Wolffe.

Imagine a mug with Fox's face in it, barely a breath away from the edge. Plo would precisely leave at so and check his datapad or comm someone with the most unimportant bullshit ever. Probably comm Kit about something he made up and Kit, bless my PloKit Heart, would get the hint and they'd chatter.

This will drive Wolffe up the wall because (1) it's Fox's face on the mug, (2) tease, and (3) it's Fox's fucking face on the mug about to plummet and break.

Let it be known that Wolffe is not above going over General Plo Koon's head but would never do so even tho the mug mysteriously fell to the ground and broke.

Plo then moves on to using his claws to scratch at the the walls and any surfaces making Wolffe twitch a little.

BONUS:

Itty, bitty force ghost Qui-Gon Jin is in tears, proud of his shot boii bff ♥

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HELLO FELLOW Star Wars SELFSHIPPER! Your s/I has a lightsaber in your icon so I’m gonna assume they have one TYVUYB. Since Obi is your dad, did he train your s/I? And since they are your familiars too, I wanna know about their relationship with Ahsoka and Annakin too! Maybe a little bit of friendly sibling rivalry going on? I’M SO CURIOUS

HELLO HELLO HELLO IM SORRY IM GETTING 2 THIS SO LATE !!!

yesss they do !!! <3 actually Obi is my brother !!! in canon i'm the oldest by two years, but in my AU's it depends / can even be younger than him.

Qui-Gon actually trained the both of us !!! He (in his usual fashion) fought the Council in order to do so. Basically the TL;DR is that I lost my original Master a few years back and ended up under the care of Plo-Koon temporarily while mentally recovering from the event. It was around then I met Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and ended up accidently forming a bond w/ them and that's that !!!

I should make a post writing out the full deets but that's the basics !!

as for Anakin and Ahsoka, we actually get along really well - not really any rivalry or anything. I helped care for Anakin in his early days at the Temple and he really looks up to me because of that. my relationship w/ Ahsoka isn't as fleshed out, but she thinks i'm cool nonetheless :3

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Rigged from the Start

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐓𝐁𝐃

WELCOME TO MY MASTER FANFIC PLAN!

I'm Ryn, and I've been working on a fanfic surrounding an AU for weeks now, and it's all coming together!

This AU is based off of @oifaa's Rebel's AU and RPs from @thistechnologicalterror, @passcode-8-1-0-8, @captain-tyrannosaurus, @there-is-another-skywalker, @zia-zia-bo-bia, @ginger-jedi-twink, @104th-plo-koon, @oona-the-trash-can-not-cannot, @little-wolffepup, @104commanderwolffe, @kaos-and-order, as well as art from @shyranno. I've gotten permission from all of them, and I'm excited to share this!

I will start posting when I have fifteen or so chapters already written, and go from there.

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The preview is under the cut!

UPDATE: THIS WILL BE POSTED ON AO3! You can find it here! You can find the wattpad version here!

UPDATED UPDATE

Preview:

Anakin Skywalker has fucked up.

Wait. Kriff. That's not right.

Because it's not his fault.

Anakin Skywalker tried to warn them.

Do or do not. There is no try.

But they didn't listen. They never did.

Listen, because some wars are silent.

And because of their ignorance, the Republic, the GAR, the Jedi Council, all of it is gone.

The path of ignorance is guided by fear.

Now, there's just a handful of battered Jedi, Clone Troopers, and freedom fighters left. The rest have gone into hiding, fearful for their lives.

The fight is done. We lost.

And for a while, Anakin has given up all hope. That is, until he hears a voice.

FULFILL YOUR PROMISE, ANI’IKA.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is tired.

The costs of war can never be truly accounted for.

He doesn't want to fight anymore. He's had enough.

Survival is one step on the path to living.

There's nothing left for him now. Everything he knew turned out to be a lie.

Truth was the first casualty.

Obi-Wan needs help. More than that, he needs closure.

Sometimes, accepting help is harder than offering it.

But that may have to wait until he hears what his former Padawan has to say.

A wise leader knows when to follow.

Zia Ma'a needs to run.

You can change who you are, but you cannot run from yourself.

She's parenting a child she didn't even create, and her girlfriend has been reported dead.

But what is grief if not love persevering?

Zia vowed to leave her past behind her, looking to a new future after the war.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

But with the dawn of the Empire on the rise, she can't just sit there while people are suffering.

Freedom is never free.

Which is why she doesn't think twice when accepting Ahsoka's offer.

One must let go of the past to hold on to the future.

Theodosia Skywalker feels helpless.

Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself.

The galaxy thinks she's dead. Her brother and niece have gone missing.

Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?

Everything in her life just seems to be crashing down around her.

Grief is a recurring battle. Heartbreak is an frequent enemy.

Evil has corrupted the path she was on, and now, she has no choice but to forge a new one.

If there is no path before you, create your own.

But Theo soon realizes that the Empire doesn't have as tight of a grip on the galaxy as it thinks it does.

There is no such thing as Greater Good, but there is such a thing as Great Evil, and it will win if you don’t stop to Think.

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PREQUEL TRILOGY:

1) Forgotten Lullabies- After Qui-Gon Jinn's death, Obi-Wan Kenobi is placed under the tutelage of Master Plo-Koon for a year. While he is training to be a good Master, Anakin is being taken care of by Mo'er Siri Tachi.

2) Cuts You Deep and Leaves a Scar- Home is where my mom is.

Or, Anakin has a panic attack for the first time.

TW: Graphic description of Panic Attack.

3) Two Pathetic Life-forms- Obi-Wan's two little pathetic life forms have something in common. A mysess flower and Anakin Skywalker.

4) You and I, Mirrors of Light- What if marriages were not forbidden for a Jedi Knight? Then Padmé and Anakin didn't have to marry secretly.

Original concept and chapters by- Jennifer_Perry12 & JustAnAuthor

Recently adopted by- SunriseMcAsh

5) |आत्म दीपो भवः| Retrospection- In the moment alone on Mustafar, a devastated Anakin meets a budding and pure flower--- Baby Anakin.

आत्म दीपो भवः -- means 'self-realization'. It is the path to move on and look ahead for a brighter tomorrow.

6) Master Tano- Generation swap AU: Ahsoka is 5 years older than Ani, Obi-Wan is 16 years younger than Anakin. Chaos!

STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS (2008)

1) Anakin, Ahsoka and ice cream- 5 times Anakin gave Ahsoka ice cream, 1 time it was for everyone.

2) A Bond That Must Not Break- Anakin is affected by midichlorian virus. It's deadly for normal Force sensitives but Anakin's chosen one priviledges strikes back, he's not gonna die but suffer. Now, in his quarantine days, will Anakin find a person he lost years ago?

3) Broken Promises- Ahsoka is lost... and found in somewhere strange. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka talks and... I am really bad at summary.

4) Haunted Nights- Anakin gets hallucinations after Obi-Wan's fake death.

5) Let me bee- Anakin is told that he's spoiling his padawan, so he tries to keep a barrier between Ahsoka and him. But it completely breaks when Ahsoka gets attacked by bees.

6) We Have Each Other- The council needs Anakin's reaction.

How was it? Was it enough?

7) Once Again- "What do you mean you can't?"

Obi-Wan asked, frowning.

Master Che shook her head, "I don't think I can make an antidote for him."

"Oh kriff."

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I would suggest you to read @delless03's 'The Dust' for a better understanding of this story. Basically, Ventress turned our problem magnet General Skywalker into a 6 months old baby. And... there's no cure.

ORIGINAL TRILOGY

1) Luke's Wish- For Luke Anakin is like a god. He tries hard to be close to Anakin, but fails. Will Anakin break the barrier of respect with parental love? ❤

Hello there!

I am SunriseMcAsh, but you can call me Shree. I am originally an author on AO3.

I love history and literature of any sort. Currently obsessed with Star Wars. Favorite characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker. I never saw the sequels so, no opinions on that.

Absolutely no 18+stuff here. And very minimum amount of shipping, including Anidala

I love you guys and want to share happiness.

[hopefulstarfire]

Late night thoughts bc I can't stop thinking about the Plo takes Anakin on as a Padawan AU

So I saw a tiktok about Shmi that stated that she had found out about what happened on Naboo and Qui-Gons death from Watto who heard it from some associates and she writes to the Council to like ask if her baby is okay and they don't answer her.

If this had been the case, for this AU, Plo speaks up, saying they still had a duty to be compassionate to people and she should at least know her son is safe. He actually plans to write the letter in spite of anything the Council says, as it's his Padawan and he is at least understanding to the concerns of people.

It's probably while in writing this that he and Anakin are having a long chat and Plo knows this boy misses his mother and they have to try and teach him how to have attachments in a healthy manner. And then Anakin talks about his dream. He wants to go back one day and free all of the slaves. Including his mother.

Plo sits back for a moment. There is true kindness coming from the trauma this little nine year old has endured. He understands even more where a lot of this boys fear and frustration had come from. Like oh the pieces are finally coming together and he has a better idea on how to help this kid.

He also knows that slavery is abhorrent. And that his old buddy Qui-Gon probably had plans to try and spring the boys mother somehow once all had been said and done on his final mission. Because Qui-Gon played by his own fucking rules.

Cue Plo sending a quick message to his dear niece Sha to watch Anakin for a few days and him going to Obi-Wans room in the middle of the night, and this tired newly knighted Jedi is just eighty levels of confused as to why one of the Council is at his door.

"Get dressed, young Kenobi. We're heading to Tatooine and doing something to make your Master proud."

Obi-Wan really has no clue what the fuck he's talking about, and this is probably not gonna look good, but Plo is on the Council and who is he to argue with a Jedi Master?

They hop on a ship and go all the way to the Outer Rim, to Tatooine, with Plo filling Obi-Wan in on the way. He isn't sure if it's the best idea.

"The Council has made it clear that his attachment to his mother could be dangerous, Master Plo Koon. They almost didn't take the boy because of it. Bringing her back to Coruscant would --" "Ease the boy's mind that his mother is not suffering under slavery and clouding his mind further with fear. And give him hope that his dream of freeing all of the slaves, a noble and selfless dream, may one day be achieved. I agree wholeheartedly, young Obi-Wan."

He has Obi-Wan try and help him navigate his way to the city that they had crash landed near. It's about this time in trying to navigate through the city they meet with one of Padmes handmaidens, who was sent to look for Shmi and to pay to free her and bring her to Naboo. "Perfect, she can have a nice residence until we can eventually move her to Coruscant." "It may be easier just to let her stay on Naboo--" "Perhaps. Perhaps not. We shall see."

They eventually find Wattos shop and he's initially reluctant to part with her, regardless of the amount of credits offered. Shmi is plenty of help and he's already lost little Ani bc of the Jedi. But we know in the books Watto was actually kind of worried about Shmi and let her be bought and freed by her eventual husband. He eventually relents here as well ans takes the full amount of credits.

Shmi doesn't know what to expect but she did not expect two new Jedi and a Naboo Royal Handmaiden at her door. She hadn't even expected a response back from the Jedi, but here is her son's new mentor, who's very eager to learn about his new Padawan -- what foods he likes the best, ways that work to comfort him, what he can do to help him adapt and grow into a fine young man.

They help Shmi pack and Shmis still just flabberghasted and a bit emotional. She misses her son and now she knows he really is in safe hands. And now she's freed, when her whole life has been spent being separated from family and being forced into a life of servitude. Now she's free. She can be whatever she wants, do whatever she wants.

Her leaving Tatooine feels like years and years of weight on her shoulders are gone.

When they bring her to Naboo, she asks to write a note to Anakin and Plo promises to bring it to her. She asks him and Obi-Wan both to look out for him, be there for him. A promise both of them intend very well to keep.

They return to the Temple and Plo knows all was worth it when he sees Anakins eyes light up and feel nothing but joy and hope beaming off of him at the news.

He asks to write his mother back and to write a letter to Padme, to thank her, and Plo helps him do so, sending them off. And if his new Padawan wants to continue to write those letters, seeing as it helps keep him focused and grounded and happy, Plo sees nothing wrong with it.

Plo also finds a new friend in Shmi. He knows the importance of life, of finding that importance and compassion and he sees her as someone who is just as kind, determined and strong. They become really good friends through their letters and should she move to Coruscant, set up and never having to want for anything ever again, who is he to not stop by maybe once a week or so with little Anakin in tow to have tea with her?

Shmis cooking is also far greater than anything served at the Temple so there is that added bonus as well.

I also would like to believe that, during the Clone Wars, the Wolf Pack know that, while on shore leave, if they need a place to relax and find a good meal, they are to go to Shmi. She also helps get them and the 501st some civvies to wear. They're nothing fancy, but they're clothes all the same, ones that aren't just their regulation blacks and their armor.

And she totally helped Plo get the Wolf Pack emblems on his vambraces. Just saying.

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

[padawansuggest]

Okay but AU where Jaster never died, Jango’s suoercommandos were never killed, Jango never went face to face with Dooku and crew (and tbh let’s just get rid of Palpatine cause he was the one that orchestrated that whole thing), Jango grew up on Mandalore as the heir apparent alongside Arla without any issues with the New Mandalorians because they all had the common goal of removing Death Watch forces, Jango eventually gets scouted to work on the cloning project but instead of it being an army they’re looking for a physically advanced null to clone so they can have a baseline for genetics testing and Jango says yes as long as 1: he gets two kiddos (Boba for him and Omega for Arla cause it amuses them and they Wanna be parents and Jaster keeps subtly mentioning grandbabies) and also that the cloners are obligated to either adopt the children out, or send them to force schools if they have a midi count, so that happens and Jango has a son and niece now, and they all just chillin till one day Boba comes home with another boy around the same age as him named Din who’s legit sooooo shy and skittish around droids but likes that the adults all immediately take him in because Boba chose him as family and so that’s the new baby and now Jango has TWO babies and they all grow up together (Omega comes home with a teenage Fennec one day and the adults are all ????? But accept that there is ANOTHER sibling) and one day young adult Din (a handsome fellow with extreme social anxiety that causes him to rarely ever take off his helmet but it’s not the Creed, it’s just his fear of people looking at him same babe same, who’s a good solo bounty hunter and and speaks like 15 languages but can’t string together a single sentence on his thoughts in any of them) wanders back to the palace (where Jango is aging but in charge of both the TM and also his ailing father who’s probably gonna outlive them all but gaining some memory issues let’s be honest) and Jango is all ‘how was work?’ And Din is all ‘??????’ *holds up green infant* and that’s when it occurred to Jango that he hasn’t seen Din in person in over a year and a half and how the FUCK did Din not mention adopting a child in all that time and Din explains that they could have found a Jedi station to drop him off at but literally whenever he tried they were followed and the kid almost grabbed again so can Jango plz call that annoying redhead Jedi he claims he doesn’t flirt with so the council member can send someone to pick up the child that he is not attached af to he promises he just thinks that Grogu is the softest most amazing most perfect absolutely precious creature in the whole universe and he’s NOT attached thanks and they send Obi-Wan (who’s reluctant to admit that his memory is going super fast and Anakin claims it’s because Obi-Wan is probably using the force to keep his hair from losing colour) and Plo who are all ‘lmao this child has BONDED with you’ and they overalls decide that Din is his dad now so he should get both hometime with the baby AND visitation rights, and Din is all ‘???????????’ And Jango is all *laughs himself sick at the idea of Din being in the Jedi temple cause Din would probably cry if a stranger spoke to him above a whisper lmao he’s gonna have to send Din with Boba or something* and now Din is wandering around the Jedi temple with Boba behind him, hiding around corners because he Saw People and ew he doesn’t want someone to look at him and then Grogu feels his presence and starts a stampede out of the garden with the other toddlers who are all ‘!!!!!!!!!!’ To see his Buir and Din is all ‘oh thank god my security blanket’ and refuses to put the baby down and little 12 year old Luke and Leia come out after them because their special mission of the day was to keep the toddlers out of Master Yoda’s herb garden and they’re all ‘👁👄👁’ at pretty Mando giving off anxiety in the force and beat the savage toddlers back to the garden and it’s a beautiful thing and Din has a baby and siblings and cousins and he’s loved and taken care of.

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Found this old post and started thinking about it again

So prequel era co-ed frat au

Disaster linage

Yoda — the GGG Big. Been at college for ages. No ones how long. He likes being mysterious like that. He's the frat's president

Dooku — the GG Big. He was expelled from the frat before Anakin got there. He's either in grad school (same college) or he lives in town now

Qui-Gon — the G Big. He graduated in the winter of Anakin's first year so he only knew him a short time. Basically dropped off the grid

Obi-Wan — the Big. Frat had to many new members and forced Obi-Wan to take a Little. He's on a 5 year master track, this is his last year (super senior)

Anakin — prodigy child who skipped a bunch of grades prior to college. Has all the scholarships. Also on a 5 year master track. In his third year (junior) at age 18 or 19

Ahsoka — the Little. Freshman. Frat had too many new members again and Yoda volunteered Anakin to be a Big without consulting him. She's mad Anakin isnt old enough to buy her alcohol

Everything else

House is on-campus so they are not known as the party frat or anything. They have more rules to follow bc on-campus so some consider them the boring frat

Yoda (he has to), Obi-Wan (hes prob the secretary or something and therefore has to), and Anakin (its cheaper) live in the house. Ahsoka lives in the freshman dorms

Padme is in a sorority Anakin's frat has long standing beef with and the frat forbids any "fraternizing" with. The sorority's house is off-campus. Padme moved out of the house her last year and now has a place she shares with a few of her sorority sisters

Padme in grad school????

Anakin comes home late most of the time or stays "out" all night. Obi-Wan pretends he doesnt know Anakin is sneaking off to be with his girlfriend. Ahsoka is too swamped with gen-ed homework and clubs and frat stuff to really notice in the beginning

Ahsoka actually knew Plo Koon before college and he's one of the reasons she joined the frat

Mace is either a senior or super senior. Depa is senior or junior. Caleb is a freshman who's hazing involved everyone pretending not to know his name (and so now everyone calls him "Kanan")

I have no idea what anyone's majors are

Or what the clones are. Cousins? Actual clones? Rex and Ahsoka have a lot of the same classes and partner up a lot

Feel free to drop your own ideas in a reblog

[swbumblebee]

Mace Windu found himself in a singularly unique situation, and for the first time in a very long time felt something akin to nerves. The fate of the entire galaxy depended on his ability to connect with a small boy.

He looked down at the blonde child trotting happily next to him. Worlds away from the shielded young man who, last time, used to stalk the corridors of the temple, or the angry teenager who had radiated resentment.

Ten-year-old Anakin Skywalker hadn’t seemed to know quite what to make of the Korun Jedi. There had been suspicion there, at first. Understandably. Mace and Plo had discovered very quickly the Force had spat them out around six months after Naboo, and everything was still very raw.

He felt the shame of his words in that other life creep up on him. The first order of business when he had picked Anakin up that afternoon had been an apology. Starting from a foundation of trust was the cornerstone of their plan; save Anakin Skywalker, save the galaxy.  

The Master of the Order had given speeches to Kings and Emperors. He met with the Chancellor on a weekly basis and once had to improvise a poem to save a man’s life.

But this, this was the most important thing he would ever say.

He had knelt to be eye level with the boy and spoken from the heart.

“Anakin, do you remember our first meeting?”

The boy nodded silently.

“I have thought about our meeting a lot, and I would like to apologise.” Blue eyes got wider and the surprise in the Force was tangible. “I am afraid we did not live up to the ideals we should, and we did not support you – I did not support you” he corrected himself “as I should have.” He bowed his head a little before resuming eye contact. “I know you have a good heart Anakin, and I know you will be an excellent Jedi.”

This time.

He pushed sincerity into the Force and smiled a little.

“I am very glad, Padawan, that your Master is so stubborn. And you are proving us all wrong.”

After Mace’s apology had been awkwardly accepted, he moved them swiftly on to the hanger, picked up two spanners and then asked politely for Anakin’s help modifying his fighter.

And that, as they say, was that.

Three hours later and it was a completely different boy who walked back to the flat with him. He lit up the Force like a bonfire, bouncing along chattering away about droids, pod racers and all the planets he was going to see.

The Master smiled down at Anakin, who gave a heartbreakingly easy smile back at him. Blue eyes wide and trusting.

Mace thought he might need a lie down. A wave of intense sorrow threatened to overwhelm him for a moment when he thought of all that might have been, had they only paid more attention the first time around.

He shook himself out of it and sent a wave of warning to Plo as they neared the door to the Kenobi/Skywalker temple flat.

Plo had been on Kenobi Duty whilst Mace had been making a start on Phase One of the plan. Force only knows what awaited him in the flat. He half expected to find the young man wrapped up in blankets being force fed soup whilst Plo sang a lullaby.

His friend did go overboard sometimes. And he was damn near unstoppable when faced with a being in distress; Kenobi didn’t stand a chance.

Mace braced himself as Skywalker, no, he corrected himself, Anakin bounced through the doors with a joyous cry.

“Master Obi-Wan! Guess-“

“Shhh young one. Your Master is sleeping” Plo’s gentle voice cut him off.

The scene before them was sickeningly sweet and Mace rolled his eyes fondly: Plo was sitting on the sofa, propping up a fast-asleep twenty-two-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Anakin, go and change into something clean.” Mace instructed very quietly, giving the child a light push towards the refresher. As soon as they were alone he rounded on Plo.

“You were supposed to bolster and support” he said, careful to keep his voice soft despite his exasperation “Not…cuddle him!”

Plo gave a dismissive hand gesture with the claw not stroking ginger hair, and would’ve shrugged if he didn’t have Obi-Wan’s head lolling against his chest.

“I did. And then it was nap time” he explained simply.

Mace shook his head. He would be on Kenobi Duty next time, and by Force they were going to actually address issues this time around or die trying.

Anakin re-emerged in clean tunics, standing unsurely in the doorway to the cozy living room.

Well. No time like the present.

He knelt down to the small boy’s level.

“Anakin” he said seriously. “We need to be gentle with your Master for a while.” Concern flooded the round face as Mace spoke “he’s strong, but he’s dealing with a lot, and he’s very tired.”

Large blue eyes flickered over his Master’s slumbering form, and back to Mace, glinting with understanding.

“He’s really sad” the child observed quietly, and the intelligence behind the simple words drifted over to Mace in the Force.  

He nodded.

“You’re a Jedi now Anakin, we look after each other. Can you look after your Master?”

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not perfect. It was one of the crucial misunderstandings that doomed them all last time; Skywalker had placed Obi-Wan on a pedestal so high he was outraged whenever his ‘perfect’ Master faltered. Kenobi was an ideal to Skywalker, instead of a real person. He believed his Master incapable of empathising with the mixed up, troubled young man Skywalker grew up to be.

Pushing him towards Sidious, and the dark.

And believing him utterly capable, nobody offered support in training Skywalker and Obi-Wan had given absolutely everything he had to raise the boy, resulting in a Jedi Master who was scarily competent but completely incapable of caring for himself.

Not this time. This time, they would do better.

Anakin gave him a serious nod, and Mace stood up solemnly. Plo was carefully untangling himself from Kenobi, gently lowering the sleeping man to lie flat on the sofa with a few clever twists of the Force. Mace rather suspected his friend was applying a sly sleep suggestion, when Obi-Wan didn’t so much as twitch at the movement.

Plo bowed to young Ani, raising a giggle from the boy.

“We will be back on Primeday Padawan.”

“May the Force be with you Master Plo and Master Mace” the Padawan in question chirped, already moving to take the discarded mugs from the coffee table as they left, giving his supine Master a gentle pat whilst he snored softly.  

The time travelling Master’s grinned at each other and Mace let out a long breath.

They had a long way to go, but this was a good place to start.

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Hope you enjoyed this first snippet of my “Mace and Plo go back in time and fix the Kenobi/Skywalker team and save the Galaxy” AU! 

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Plo Adopts Boba AU idea thing

IDK what this is exactly but i was bored and wrote it so I'm gonna post it. Just thinking about what if Boba ran out of angry juice. I can’t hold onto being angry for more than like half an hour so he has to deflate at some point as a kid for like naps and moping time. So here’s that plus some Plo.

When Plo took Boba in to keep him out of prison, he wasn't sure what to expect. Certainly, he figured, there would be anger and attempts at escape. Possibly there would be fights with the other clones. He thought he'd need to lock up the weapons and have a constant clone assigned to Boba's side to keep him from sowing chaos and destruction in his bid to get revenge. 

What he actually got was... none of that. Boba was quiet and avoided the clones but never tried to harm them or make any attempts to flee. He didn't argue or fight the orders given to him. Just did what he was told so he could return to the small private bunk Plo had managed to arrange on the ship for him next to his own. He was almost timid really. It was a child who's anger had failed him and who saw ghosts of his father all around him but was never seen himself. Wolffe watched him like a hawk for the first few weeks, but did any of the clones really see Boba? He wasn't considered one of them from what Plo understood from Wolffe's debrief. It took all of Plo's willpower not to swoop the small child in his arms and promise him he wasn't alone, wouldn't be alone again. But he knew that wouldn't be appreciated. Instead he played the long game. 

He slowly integrated himself into Boba's habits. Joining him for meals, leaving books he thought Boba would enjoy on a shelf in his room, asking Boba's opinions on matters before making his choices even on little things like what meals should be planned for the next week or if the brown robes or light brown robes brought out his skin more. (The last had earned him a rather dramatic expression of exasperation that Plo recalled fondly whenever he needed a smile.) With Plo's acceptance, the clones followed suit. They wanted to be near Plo so they would also end up near Boba and Boba was not shy with opinions when listening to their conversations. Soon the clones got used to Boba's interjections and eventually they came to encourage or ask Boba to join in the discussions. Boba opening up and connecting to his brothers was something Plo found he was very proud of managing to arrange. 

The weight of grief on the boy's shoulder's grew lighter and a bright child eager to please and share information soon was uncovered. Boba had an amazing memory even compared to his clone siblings. He loved history and philosophy and Plo did his best to nudge Boba towards Obi-Wan through suggestions of talking with Cody who Boba claimed to have known on Kamino. Boba took to leadership easily and flourished under praise and gentle guidance. Plo almost wasn't surprised that it was Boba who pieced together who the Sith Lord was through old recordings his father had saved on the Slave One and a very awkward prank call to Dooku where the Count confused the hooded figure of Boba for his master in a fit of sleepless exhaustion.

No. Boba was nothing like Plo had imagined he would be in the beginning, but he was very pleased with the person he had become since.

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Cin Drallig didn’t have Clones under his command. We know this, he wasn’t a General, he was the Battlemaster and head of the Temple Guard Security. But I propose an AU.

It starts with a small choice. After a long day of standing and doing quite literally nothing for hours on end, the Temple Guards who were on the day shift disperse into Coruscant. Technically not against the Jedi Way but going to get inebriated or just bar hopping for the fun of it— or worse, getting into the semi-illegal, underground, lower level fighting rings— wasn’t exactly something that the Jedi looked favorably upon.

But the Jedi Temple Guard get restless after standing still for so long, especially the newer Guards, and Cin pretends he doesn’t see when a group of his kids Guards come stumbling back in the early morning hours with credits won from a gambling match and wide grins.

Anyhow, like any other Jedi, the Guard do have friends among the rest of the Temple, so they know of the Clones and have obviously seen them when Jedi arrive and leave the temple with their Battalions, Companies, Platoons— you know, the usual. After a while, the Guards just... start showing up at 79s and interact with the Clones while there. Which is weird because, first of all, when dressed in civvie clothing, the Guard are practically unrecognizable as very few see their faces, but secondly these are just random Jedi coming up to Clones and buying them drinks, playing card games with them, or thanking them for their efforts on the Front.

Several ask for stories about the time on the Front because “We’re stuck on Coruscant and sure, the duty to protect the Temple is really important but we were all trained by Master Drallig beyond our own Padawan training. I’m pretty sure Master Drallig is just as restless as we are too” and they want to know about what they’re not allowed to go and see themselves. Of course, War is horrible, and more than one Guard is horrified about whats going on— especially when a certain Jedi’s battalion gets back Krell you bitc h im talking about you— and they all learn about the casualty numbers.

The Guard does talk in their free time, their masks have coms built into them— and Cin has an earpiece to keep in contact with the Guard as well. Though they seem to forget that he’s on their group link and they all start talking during shifts while they stand outside the doors or in the halls about the War and the Clones and, whoops, one of them lets it slip that they cant believe that the Clones are supposed to fight Darksiders without Lightsabers. Like sure, Blasters do damage, and certainly more than one Jedi has been gunned down ( “Rest in the Force, Master Di” is echoed through the link ) but really! Theres only so much their Armor can do for them! A lightsaber would cut through it like flimsi.

Cin, of course, startles them all by asking for confirmation that the Clones— who he had been told were all trained to be very skilled in combat— had no Saber training because remember, Cin and the Temple Guard knew very little about the Clones because they were told that “it’s not I mportant to tell you all, as you won’t be working with the Clones”

Once he has confirmation that no, the Clones didn’t have any Saber training and were expected to go up against Darksiders like Ventress and Dooku with just blasters and their bodies, he just sighs.

The next day he brings three of the Guard and also Bene with him down to the Barracks— and a shit ton of practice Sabers. And who else was there but the Clone Dad ™ we all know and love? That’s right, and guess who thinks training the Clones to use lightsabers is a great idea and “Well, now I wonder why I hadn’t thought of it first, Master Drallig”? 

Plo fucking Koon.

So of course, the 104th is put through what the Padawans had called “Training Hell”— especially since the Clones don’t have years between deployments like the Initiates had before becoming padawans. The Six forms are taught, Cin brings in more of the Guard who have mastered their respective Forms and Bene has fun with the Boys ™ as well because she goes through katas with them, wipes the floor in practice duels with others, and now the Guard has to compete with the 104th (and Plo) spoiling Bene.

( ”You’re spoiling my Padawan, Master Koon” “[laughter] your padawan? I think you mean ours” “If that’s the case then our men should know not to spoil her so much. The Guard do a fantastic job on their own.” )

( This is, of course, without even bothering to ask the Council or the GAR’s higher ups, this is all on his and the Guard’s own actions— its easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. But hey, if Plo Koon was on board than Cin has a leg up if it get brought to the Council anyways. )

When the 104th leaves for the Front again, guess whose Clones are next— the 501st. This time the rumors are going around that the 104th is suddenly more vicious than before and the 501st is eager to know what happened while they were on shore-leave. They soon regret it, because Training Hell is— well— Hell. Anakin and Ahsoka have flashbacks to when they went through Training Hell and Bene laughs at them.

Slowly, each Clone battalion, platoon, company and so on are being trained by a near constant rotation of the Temple Guard, Bene, and Cin— and their own Jedi as well. A few knights that Cin personally trained— like Serra Keto— as well join in when they can. Cin puts in a request to go to Illum and gather more Kyber Crystals for more “training sabers” but half the Council who know and approve of Cin’s actions already know— the man’s planning on making at least a thousand lightsabers for the Vode to pass around.

The Temple Guard have a Lightsaber Building Night where they assemble the “training sabers” together and talk about their Clones because the Vode might have their Jedi Generals, but the Guard have claimed all of the ones they’ve trained as theirs too. Especially the Coruscant Guard.

Bene happily gives Fox, Thorn, Thire, Stone, and Hound their lightsabers first, having assembled all of them with Serra.

(And now for the angst)

It’s all well and good— the GAR starts gaining more ground, less Clones are dying.

And then Operation Knightfall and Order 66 hit.

The Jedi on the ground cannot possibly raise their sabers to these men that they helped train, cant possibly defend from blaster shots while also blocking lightsaber strikes that were taught under the Battlemaster’s strict teaching because he taught them to keep them alive—

And in the Temple?

Well, after Grand Inquisitor murdered all the Guard he could find, even after everything, those that remain are just horrified as they are forced into battle with their vode. Certainly, Cin’s job of protecting the Temple from the Clones is much harder than before, now that they’re armed with Lightsabers and it hurts because “by gods what have I done, I’ve given them the means to kill us all—” but also “I trained these men, they were like the Guard, like my sons—”

Instead of Vader, Cin’s murdered by six lightsaber wielding clones after a split second of faltering because gods he can’t.

And for a split second, when the sabers enter his body, the Clones behind them jolt awake— horrified as they realize that it’s Teacher Drallig on the other end, face twisted in pain as he falls and it’s little Bene’s choking gasps that are behind them as Vader strangles her to death.

But that split second is over too soon, and the Sabers are removed and the Clones move on— good soldiers follow orders, after all, and Teacher Drallig and Little Bene the Jedi Battlemaster and his student were just Traitors, after all. Good soldiers follow orders.