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#y’all think Plo could too
slimy-eye · 2 years
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Where did all the bullshit about Jedi not being allowed to love come from? They are allowed to love. They’re just not allowed to possess.
Do y’all really think Kenobi doesn’t love Anakin even after stating he did? Do y’all think masters don’t love their Padawan like their own kids? Or Padawans don’t love their masters like a parent? Do y’all think all the quotes from Jedi such as Yoda about Jedi being allowed to love were just blatant bullshit? Do y’all think Plo Koon didn’t love Ahsoka like a daughter? Or his Wolf Pack like his sons? Stop being dense. Jedi are allowed to love. They’re encouraged to love. They just can’t let attachment blind them.
When someone they love dies, they’re expected to move on, to grieve and then let go. Not wallow in their grief for the rest of their lives and put others at risk. They’re expected that, in a situation where a Sith goes, “you can choose to save your Padawan, but in doing so, I will blow up this planet and billions will die. Or you can save the planet and I will kill your Padawan.” To make the right choice and not let attachment blind them. To let their Padawan go and save the billions of innocent people on that planet. They do love. They just can’t possess. Marriage is considered possession to the Jedi. But Jedi aren’t celibate! Jedi fuck, y’all. They’re allowed to fuck. They’re not nuns lol. They just can’t let attachment blind them from their duties.
A Jedi can love. But they must also know when to let go. Anakin’s love for Padme is not what caused his fall to the dark side. It was his unwillingness to let her go. The Jedi knew this. Kenobi knew this. Kenobi literally had a love of his life once too. The difference? Kenobi let her go. Anakin could not. It is the inability to let things go, the desire to possess, which leads to the dark side. The Jedi are aware of this, and that is why they forbid marriage and attachment. They do not forbid love.
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jedimasterbailey · 7 months
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Hello there, Master Bailey! I hope you are doing well old friend. I absolutely love the creativity you put into the Jedi ask game, so if it’s cool w you, could you please do 12, 27, 46 for Ahsoka? Thank you! May the Force be with you! 💜
HI ALEXEI!!!!! It’s so good to hear from you 🥹 I’m doing well and I sincerely hope you are too! 💜 I will happily answer these questions for you and I’m glad you chose Ahsoka because given all the clownery with the show, we could use some positivity! 🧡🤍💙 And May the Force be with you always my friend! ☺️
(Original Jedi Ask Game Questions linked down below!)
12-Favorite Kind Of Missions
Rescue Missions. Ahsoka seems to be the most passionate when it comes to rescuing people in need. We see it right off the bat when Plo Koon in the first few episodes of Clone Wars, with Barriss in weapons factory, saving Mandalore against Maul, helping the Rebels against Vader, and stopping Morgan’s evil reign against a town, etc. Hell, one of her famous quotes is all about helping people in need so I would for sure say rescue missions. She isn’t kill happy like Anakin and she’s not into politics/negotiation like Obi-Wan, she’s like somewhere in the middle.
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27-What Are Her Feelings On Her Birth Culture?
Based on how Ahsoka dresses and the fact that she has the headdress that girls her age and species typically wear, it’s safe to say that she does respect and love where she comes from, but not enough to wear she’s like homesick or feels like she should be living in Shilli. I like to think that Shaak Ti and Ahsoka would go in field trips so that Ahsoka is educated on her roots. However, I believe Ahsoka is very content with her Jedi family which is why her decision to leave was so heartbreaking for her. Perhaps in the future, Ahsoka is able to visit Shilli and explore more of it when it’s safe to.
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46-My Favorite Headcanon About Her
That Ahsoka is in love with Barriss and that they found each other again and Ahsoka got the apology she deserves and they were able to make amends. We may not have seen much of their relationship on screen but based on the few interactions we’ve seen of them, you would have to be blind not to see that they care deeply about the other. We can just ignore the bullshit that is the Wrong Jedi arc (that didn’t happen what are y’all talking about?!)Their facial expressions and actions towards the other say enough and for Force sake cant these girls just have peace and happiness for once!?And can’t we see a couple in Star Wars not in tragedy!?
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kiwikipedia · 3 years
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Y’all think Tyvokka just went full Wookiee and ripped enemies’ arms out of their sockets?
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ironmandeficiency · 3 years
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mixed signals
pairing: plo koon / reader
word count: 1805
summary: according to your best friend’s padawan and grandpadawan, you and plo were a little too good at being discreet with your relationship. that was most definitely not the case.
req: can you maybe write about reader who constantly has flirtatious banter with obi wan and idk maybe anakin/ahsoka thought that they have something but really reader's in love with plo koon or has a relationship with him maybe? please,,, ty i love your fics bye im too awkward
a/n: this has been on my mind for a while y’all, i love plo so much it’s unreal. also i wanna see who gets my reference hehe
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ahsoka huffed and threw her hands in the air in exasperation. no matter how many times she tried to explain it to anakin, he didn’t seem to get it. the banter! the casual closeness! the over abundance of physical contact at random moments! to ahsoka, that translated to something more than platonic feelings between you and her grandmaster. “you can’t deny that there’s something between them, master! the touches, the tension!”
anakin doesn’t buy it in the slightest. he’s known obi-wan for years, not to mention he trained under him, and met you shortly after arriving at the temple. if anyone would be able to pick up on a hidden relationship between you and his former master, it would be him. “they’re just friends, ahsoka. trust me, they’re not hiding anything.”
that’s also another area anakin believes he excels in: hiding relationships. there’s a certain decorum that you and obi-wan would have to keep if you were truly together and nothing of your behavior hints at secrecy. nothing in the force hinted at an existent “thing” either, and that’s all the convincing anakin needs. the force may be cryptic and sometimes mischievous, but it never outright lied.
after drinking more water, ahsoka rose from the bench and poised herself in preparation for more training. the duo had been at it for a while with the precious down time they and the 501st were granted after three months of back to back missions.
“you really think you’re gonna win this time, snips?” training his padawan in the method of jar’kai was tedious at best and troublesome at worst. anakin wasn’t extremely proficient in the style (he wasn’t necessarily bad at it by any means but still) and he didn’t always know what needed to be corrected in her form. you, on the other hand, were highly proficient in form six and when able, you would help teach the young togruta the ins and outs of dual wielding.
“i can only get better from here,” she grinned and ignited her lightsabers, preparing to spar her master yet again. but her master was paying no mind to the young togruta, quick to sense a familiar presence entering the training gym.
“obi-wan, how was the mission? you should have been back two days ago.” anakin greets his former master with a smile. at the mention of her grandmaster, ahsoka forgets about training and is bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. your battalion was assigned a joint mission with the 212th three weeks ago, and obi-wan’s return meant that you would be back to do a much better job at jar’kai training.
both jedi generals could feel her excitement building in the force but when she tried to feel for you, you weren’t anywhere near the temple, or even on the planet. “master,” ahsoka directed to obi-wan a tinge of worry in her voice, “where is-“
“they separated from us to meet up with master plo on our way back. but don’t worry, both the 89th and 104th are due back within a day or two.” obi-wan was smiling as he spoke, knowing exactly why you took your battalion on a detour and delayed your return to coruscant.
your relationship with plo has become an insider’s not-secret secret throughout the order. only those that were among yours and plo’s most trusted friends were explicitly told the true nature of your relationship with the kel dor, and that number could be counted on your fingers. everyone else, on the other hand, was able to deduce the relationship from literally every public interaction between the two of you. everyone except for anakin and ahsoka, it seemed.
“was there a complication with their relief efforts?”
“is master plo okay?”
at first, obi-wan thought the two were playing up the naivety in jest. that they, like the rest of the order, pretended to be oblivious to the adoration and love that leaked through plo’s shields when he was around you. to obi-wan, those waves were impossible to miss and always expected because there was never a moment where plo didn’t worship you and take pride that you, in all your competence, remained devoted to him.
but when the stewjoni jedi probed the force for their typical mirth, all he found was genuine worry. did they truly not know? “there were no complications with the relief mission, no need to worry. now by all means, don’t let me interrupt your training.”
ahsoka stepped in front of him as he made like he was leaving the training grounds. “aren’t you going to stay, master obi-wan?”
“i suppose i could do with some entertainment for the afternoon.” anakin made a noise of indignance before attempting to catch his former master off-guard, kicking off another long bout of training that would last a good while longer than anyone intended.
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“biggs, it’s only the 104th. there’s nothing to worry about.” you try to reassure your commander but he refuses to budge. all you were planning on doing was spending the hyperspace trip from aleen to coruscant with plo. your battalions had just finished up a joint relief effort and biggs wasn’t worried about a thing then, so you weren’t quite sure what had his codpiece in a twist.
“that’s exactly what i’m worried about.” the mirth in his eyes betrays his stoic tone. “they’re animals, general, i don’t want them to corrupt you.”
your laugh rang through the bridge and several nearby troopers glanced your way, curious as to what antics you were pulling this time. when they were satisfied in the knowledge that you were only laughing, they resumed their duties a little lighter. “i’ll meet you when we get out of hyperspace, biggs. keep our men out of trouble while i’m gone.”
biggs saluted you as you boarded your aethersprite, you more than ready to spend more time with your husband. the war effort has made time together a rarity, both of you just close enough to be certain that the other is okay but nothing more. you yearn for the days where you could just sneak into each other’s quarters like padawans without a care. the times were much simpler and the galaxy was a lot safer, and the love you felt wasn’t tainted by constant worry.
but this stolen time between missions was more than you could ask for these days. it was hard being away from plo for such long stretches this often, and you took what you could get.
it was only moments between your departure from one cruiser to another yet your nerves were scattered as if you had been flying for days. you knew he would pick up on the melancholic tinge of your force signature before you even stepped foot on the venator. the mission you just completed had been a far more gruesome one than you’d seen in a while, and the horrors of what you saw weighed on you in many ways.
all you needed right now was plo. as you unhooked yourself from your aethersprite, you made up your mind that you’re not going to wait for the comfort of his embrace, all propriety be damned. the moment you see him, you’re gonna bolt for him. he’ll always catch you.
plo was entering the hangar as you jumped out of the small ship. he could feel in his bones the way the force sang as you approached and increased his pace. members of the wolfpack saw you break into a run, some knowing exactly why you were booking it and smiling when they see their own general beginning to rush as well.
he catches you with the force and lifts you slightly above his head. his signature has lightened immensely in the mere moments you’ve been within eyesight, tenfold once he let you down and you wrapped each other in a loving embrace. you pressed your forehead to his lovingly, not even bothering to hide the adoration and devotion shining through your force signature. a taloned hand holds your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek with gentle reverence.
“plo! i’ve missed you, my love.”
“i’ve missed you too, starlight. now before we rest, i have something to show you—“
“generals?”
the voice belonged to aurelac, a roguish lieutenant that’s made terrific progress towards arc training despite his missing arm. he sounded almost timid, which, if you know aurelac as well as you believe you do, is never a good sign. “i’m terribly sorry to interrupt such a joyous reunion, but i have general skywalker and commander tano requesting to speak with you both.”
you can’t contain the giggles that erupt when you see the holodisc aurelac was holding, the holographic forms of the jedi in question looking at the two of you in shock. “anakin, little ‘soka, what a pleasant surprise,” you can hear the smirk in plo’s voice and it only snowballs the laughter. “is anything the matter?”
your fellow jedi are paralyzed in their confusion at the sight. you and plo, wrapped in each other’s arms in a manner that is far more than simple camaraderie. anakin knew well the intimacy of such an embrace and felt like a fool. he’d been so wrapped up in deflecting ahsoka’s questions about you and obi-wan being romantically involved that he didn’t even consider the relationship you had with the kel dor jedi.
your laughter has gotten to where even your husband is shaking lightly simply because he’s holding you. you wish you could stop for a brief moment, but each time you catch a glimpse of anakin and ahsoka you start up again. aurelac can’t keep a straight face either and his amusement (and the slight shaking of his shoulders and the holodisc) does nothing to calm you.
ahsoka snaps out of her daze before anakin does, giving a short reply. “nothing’s wrong master, we just wanted to wish you a safe return.” banthashit. you don’t have to be there to sense it. she’s most definitely not fine and you have a sneaking suspicion as to why. “master obi-wan told us that you took a detour instead of coming to coruscant with the 212th, and we wanted to check on you.”
“we are perfectly fine, ‘soka,” you reassured with a teasing lilt in your voice, “we’ll be on coruscant soon. i hope you’ve been practicing your jar’kai.” you give the young togruta a wink.
anakin clears his throat awkwardly, his prosthetic hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “um, we’ll let you go, i’m sure you both want to rest.” you weren’t paying attention to plo’s farewell but you gave them both a small wave as the blue light crackled away.
“now where were we, my flower?”
“i think you had something to show me.”
“ah yes, now come along dearest.”
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echos-newlegs · 3 years
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Hello again! I'm here to fullfill my promise of asking for a Rex one based on your prompt list, especially excited after the beautiful work you did with the Tech one <3 So how about 46 for our Captain? I had thought of a Jedi!Reader situation, bit it's up to you really, just have fun!!
Double Trouble
Ahh thank you, I'm always open for writing for my boy Rex 🥺 send as many asks as you want m'dudes 😌💕 but thank you sm, that means a lot tbh!
Rex x Jedi!Reader: "Isn't it illegal?" "I mean, probably?"
Warnings: slight angst? No established relationship. Y’all just like each other. Anakin teasing you and Rex.
Word count: 1.9k
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“You’ll never get what you want from us.” Rex spat as you stood in the corner of the room, strapped up to a machine. Grievous only laughed at that. His gravely, robotic voice echoing threw your ears. It annoyed you more than anything. How he seemed to think he could get the whereabouts of your base from you and the captain. “Oh, I don’t expect them to crack, clone.” He mocked. Leaning into Rex’s space. The Captain keeping his ground. “Why do you expect I would?” He snapped, and that made him laugh again.
He only tittered as he walked between the two of you. “It doesn’t take a Jedi to sense a connection between the two of you. I saw the way you tried to save the General over here.” He mused with a sigh. “It’s orders, to save the Jedi.” Grievous shook his head, hands resting behind his back. “No, not like this. General Tano got hurt and you cared, but not like when they get hurt. What are they to you? Do you really think a Jedi could love a clone like you?” He taunted, Rex darting his eyes down.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. A habit you often found yourself doing due from hanging around the 104th most days. “You’re wasting time, Rex and I are merely friends, I’m not even his General. I serve another Battalion under the watch of General Plo, you’d think after all our encounters you’d know this, droid.” You drew out the last name with a smirk. Though that smirk quickly faded when you felt your body begin to tingle. A surge of electricity shooting through you that had your fists and jaw clenching. Eyes shooting open and then closed as you arched your back with a shriek.
“Stop it you’re hurting her!” Rex screamed as he fought against his restraints to get to you. Grievous was right, Rex felt attached to you. You could even say he loved you, but he would never admit to it. He only hid back the feelings— Which seemed to only make them worse.
Grievous hummed in amusement. Stopping the shock. Watching as your body went limp. “Your attitude never seems to change, General. You hang around Skywalker too much.” He wasn’t wrong, between hanging around Skywalker and Wolffe your attitude was horrendous. “You say that each time we meet.” You scoffed, shooting a glare up to the general.
“Now, if you want your Jedi to live, you’ll tell me where the base is.” You didn’t want Rex to tell, but you knew he would crack at this rate. Not only the stress of the war was on his shoulders, but you could sense how he felt about you. You were quite fond of it, until now. Realizing it was a weakness on both ends. Rex was a good friend of yours, and you admired everything about him, but this? This worried you, if maybe you should have distanced yourself like your consciousness told you to a month ago.
“I won’t,” Rex said, after catching your look of worry. “Not to Seppie Scum like you,” He spat. You gave him a small, worrisome smile as he gave you an apologetic look. ‘It’s okay,’ You mouthed to the Captain as another surge shot threw your system. Voice straining as you screamed. You could feel the tremors run in and out of your body. Gasping for air as you fought to keep your body functioning. Then it all went dark.
Rex panicked when you went limp. His eyes shooting wide. Tugging at the restraints as he let out a choked cry. “General!” He exclaimed, and Grievous let out a cackle. “How interesting, A clone and a Jedi.” He scoffed. Leaning close to Rex. “I would have never guessed.”
When you woke up you were on the cold floor. Body sore and stiff. Your throat felt like it was in flames. Rex holding you in his arms. Noticing this as your vision cleared. “Am I dead?” You spoke hoarsely, with a crooked smile. Rex smiled softly, glad to see you still had your sense of humor. “Thankfully, no,” You sighed, which hurt even more than breathing. “Did he get anything from you?” He shook his head ‘no.’ You nodded, moving to sit up. The captain helps you up to lean against him and the wall. “Do you think anyone’s looking for us?” You asked, and Rex nodded. “For you? I’m sure Plo and Anakin have everyone searching far and wide.” He added as you lean your head against his shoulder.
He smiled faintly, your hair tickling his neck a bit, though he kept his hands to himself. He had to remind himself as you dozed off again that you were doing this because you were hurt. You wouldn’t lean on him any other time. This meant nothing.
Rex was right. The moment that General Plo got word that your mission with the 501st went south he and Anakin were racing to make a plan— a semi chaotic one. With an equal amount of quick decisions and thorough thinking between the two. You were like Anakin's little sibling, he wasn’t about to let you spend any more time with the Seps than you had to.
When you woke up again you were being nudged awake by Rex. Sirens were blaring and droids were running too and fro. “General, I believe our rescue is here.” Rex spoke. That got you smiling. Helping yourself off the floor as he pulled you up. “How are we getting out?” You asked, but it seemed the moment you did a droid was approaching your cell. “You’re being transferred, both of you.” The news made the two of you give each other a glance. Almost as if the undiscussed plan was working itself out in front of you. “Is that so?” Rex asked as the door opened and the droid approached you both with restraints. Once close enough Rex took the opportunity to attack.
Once the droid was practically dismembered and the Captain now held his blaster. It gave you the opportunity to realize you had no saber, or cloaks, and Rex was stripped of his armor and weapons. Left in only his boots and blacks. “What’s the plan, General?” He asked, and you groaned as you stretched. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d like my lightsaber back.” He smiled at that, “I think I know where they stored them, too.”
The two of you take off down the hallway as quick as you can manage. You attempt to fight the pains shooting up your leg as you clung to the captain for dear life. His hand rubbing your side here and there. Though you thought nothing of it.
“There,” he stated.
He pointed over to a doorway a droid just exited. “They stopped us here, took our weapons and armor and took them through there.” He nearly whispered in your ear.
You pondered, thinking of what you could do. Until you got an idea. “Let’s go over there, then.” You spoke. Watching as he furrowed his brows at you. “General,” “that’s an order.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Helping you over to the doorway.
You hacked into the system. Opening it with a breeze. Something Anakin taught you along the way. The two of you squeezing into the storage room. Spotting your lightsaber in almost an instant. “We need to be quick, Captain.” You informed him as you lean against the wall. Hooking your holster to your hips. Pulling on your robes and some of your other items that were taken.
You looked over, watching as Rex made quick work of his armor. Your eyes dragging over his form a bit too long. “General, everything alright?” You thought he was oblivious to your actions. Until you saw him nervously rub the back of his neck. You couldn’t see the blush that his tan skin hid, but you could feel it. He was nervous in a sense, and you thought it was adorable.
You smiled, shaking your head. “All is good, now let’s get out of here.”
He nodded at your comment. Holding his blaster with one hand, and you with the other. “Captain,” you spoke, and he looked over to you. Watching you as your eyes scanned the room. “How much do you trust me?” You asked, holding up some detonators.
His eyes fell onto them. Lips turning up into a smirk. “With my life,” “good.” You spoke. Looking from his eyes to his lips. The two of you share a lingering stare.
“You guys are painful to watch, just kiss already.” A familiar voice speaking from in front of the two of you. “Miss me?” Anakin spoke as you and Rex caught his form. “Not one bit,” you quipped. Making Rex have to bite the inside of his cheek to hide a chuckle. “I know you did. Don’t lie, now, whatcha doing with those detonators?” He asked, and you smirked. Holding one between your fingers. “Blowing this bad boy up, of course.” “You got my attention.”
Anakin knew you wanted to blow something up. You and Hardcase were known for having that destructive personality. Rex honestly loved how you seemed to bond with each one of his brothers in some way or another. They all loved how for a Jedi, you were nothing like one. You were different, in big ways and they loved it.
Anakin ordered Rex to take you back to the rescue ship anyways with your condition. They needed to run once the detonators were set, and well— you weren’t in any condition to be running. You understood though.
You watched from the cockpit once Anakin returned as the ship blew. Grievous had escaped, as per usual. But you destroyed one more of his ships, successfully. “He’s gotta hate you by now.” Anakin commented, and you snickered. Still using Rex to lean on. “Isn’t it illegal?” He asked, and you looked up to him. Watching as his eyes fell to yours. His lips so close to your own. “How many ships of his you’ve destroyed.” He joked, his voice lowering a bit. You smirked, shrugging. “I mean, probably? But since he’s a Sep it doesn’t count. Double negative, that’s how it works, right?” Rex snorted, rolling his eyes. His hand absentmindedly snaking around your waist. “Sure.”
You were on cloud nine. The affection was euphoric, but leave it to Anakin to ruin a moment. “So what’s going on here?” He asked, and Rex looked at him with a shocked expression. As if he forgot he was there. Removing his arm from you as you pushed back from him a bit. “What do you mean?” Rex asked, and you played with the end of your sleeves. “I don’t have to be a Jedi to sense the tension between you two, are you..” he trailed off. Looking back and forth between the two of you. “Screw—“ Rex nearly choked and your face heated up to a max. Both your eyes going wide. “What? No! No, Makers no—“ you corrected, but that wasn’t enough for him.
“Then Rex, buddy, you need to do something and make a move. Y/n won’t, and I won’t tell anyone.” Walking past the Captain, patting his shoulder. “You’d make a cute couple, I could see it now.” You were going to kill Anakin when the ship landed, it was final.
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snippy-tano · 3 years
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Can I request for Wolffe, in which the reader comforts Wolffe after he gets his cybernetic eye?
Y’all are really coming for me in terms of sappy requests but I am here for them. Thank you for this really adorable request. Wolffe deserves all the comfort in the galaxy. And I am more than happy to write about it and give it to him. He deserves it.
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Scars
From the moment you’d heard that Wolffe had been injured, you’d hardly slept. 
You spent most of your time refreshing your comm messages, hoping some scrap of news would appear telling you that he was okay. All you’d heard was he’d been injured by Ventress and that was enough to plague your nightmares for days. 
You knew about her reputation. You knew what happened to clones who went up against her.
It made you sick with worry. 
And no one was telling you anything. 
No matter who you tried to reach out to, you already got the same response.
[“I’m sorry but you’re not authorized to receive that information.”]
You nearly threw the comm unit the first time you’d been told that. And every time after that.
All you wanted was some news. But no one was telling you anything and you were ready to break into the facility he was being treated in. Regulations be damned.
You’d always been close with Wolffe. You joined the 104th not long after the incident with the Malevolence. Wolffe had been struggling after that and you’d done your best to help him. It wasn’t easy, especially not at first. He wasn’t as welcoming as you had expected and most of your early attempts at comfort or friendship were very promptly shut down. 
But after a while, you started to notice that he didn’t actively avoid you in the hallways. He’d show up at the end of your shift claiming coincidence (it never was) and he would walk you back to your quarters. You found yourself enjoying every moment you got to spend with him.
He was still a bit tense and rigid, but you could see the cracks in his grumpy exterior growing with every visit with you.
It wasn’t until you’d heard about his run-in with Ventress that you realized the blooming feelings in your chest were more than just friendship. At the thought of him gone, you realized how much you loved him.
And now you worried you’d never get the chance to tell him.
Until you heard he was back.
You overheard a few troopers talking in the mess about how the Commander was back. You swear your heart nearly gave out. You really couldn’t stop yourself from running up to the troopers and asking them to tell you everything they knew.
Apparently he’d just gotten back and had been cleared for duty. But the biggest shock of all had been that in his fight with Ventress he’d lost one of his eyes, it having been replaced by a cybernetic one. 
Your heart broke. You had no doubt that Wolffe hated it and would be ashamed of it. It didn’t matter to you, it never would, but you worried he might think it would bother you. 
But you could never find him.
You spent the rest of the day trying to find him aboard the flagship. He always seemed to disappear just before you arrived somewhere. Once you were pretty sure you caught a glimpse of him, but he vanished before you could call his name.
It became clear pretty quickly that he was actively avoiding you.
A few of the troopers had noticed and said they’d tell him you were looking for him, which you appreciated. But you didn’t think it would make much of a difference.
So you shuffled back off to get some work done. 
He’d come to you when he was ready.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
You were in your small closet of an office, working on some reports that General Plo had asked for. A cold cup of caff sat beside you and your eyes burned from lack of sleep. You’d long since given up on keeping your uniform regulation and instead opted for comfort, undoing the first few buttons of your top and letting your hair fall out of your bun. It wasn’t what an officer should look like, but you were too tired and heartbroken to really care.
It was ridiculously late when you heard a soft knock on your door. 
You looked up, blearily glancing at the time. “Come in.” Your voice was raspy, but you didn’t care. 
Your attention shifted back down to your data-pad. The door slid open. You figured it had to be the General, coming to get your reports. “I’ve almost got all of the reports done General. I’ll get them to you within the hour.”
But instead of General Plo, another voice responded.
“I’ll make sure to let him know.” 
You froze, your hands poised over your data-pad. Your heart pounded in your chest as you forced your eyes up. 
Wolffe was standing in your doorway, his bucket tucked under his arm. He looked the same. Standing tall and proud like he always did.
Your eyes swept over his face and fixed on his right eye that was now a milky-white color with a scar stretching over it. You felt your chin start to wobble.
Before you could stop yourself, you were pushing back out of your chair and rushing around your desk. Wolffe’s bucket hit the floor and you were in his arms seconds later. 
You’d never hugged him before.
He was always a little uneasy in that department, all the clones were really. But you’d dreamed about the first time you’d get the chance to hold him. And now you were.
And it was perfect.
Your breath hiccupped in your chest as tears freely flowed down your face. You clawed at the back of his armor and head as you pulled yourself as close to him as you could get. Your feet weren’t even on the ground anymore. Wolffe had at least not rejected your hug because his arms were wrapped tightly around you, like he was also afraid you’d disappear if he let go. 
It was heaven.
“I was so worried, Wolffe. No one would tell me anything no matter how many times I asked. I didn’t know what happened or where you were or if you’d even pull through. Don’t ever do that to me again.” You were rambling now, all your fears from the last few weeks tumbling out before you could stop them. 
You felt one of Wolffe’s gloved hands weave into your knotted hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
You buried your face in his shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re here now and I’m never, ever letting go again.”
He tensed beneath you. “(Y/N). There’s something you need to know.”
You squeezed your eyes closed. “Wolffe, I know. A few of the troopers told me about what happened to your eye and I don’t care. I love you and that will never change, scar or not.”
You felt his breath hitch in his chest and you squeezed him before pulling back. Your feet landed on the floor. Wolffe’s head was bowed, turned away from you. His hands were fisted in your uniform, but it was clear he didn’t want you to see. 
You slid your hands from his neck to gently hold the sides of his face. The scar that now stretched across his face was more prominent now that you were closer, but you still didn’t care. Wolffe was still Wolffe. A scar didn’t change that. 
You brushed your thumb across his scar and he inhaled sharply. You were pretty sure no one had touched it so gently since he got it. Without thinking, you gently pulled his head towards you, pressing your lips to the edge of his scar on his cheekbone. 
Wolffe was trembling under your fingertips. You kissed over his eye. 
“You’re still you, scar or not. And I love you Wolffe. That’ll never change.”
You were fully prepared for him to walk away. You’d never talked about your feelings or his. It was something you could feel brewing for months, but you were too afraid to say something. 
But now it didn’t matter. You’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t tell him. No matter what he said in return. You had to tell him. His injury reminded you of how easily you both could be killed fighting in this war. You were done waiting. 
“But-” Wolffe’s voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it before and it shook. His eyes were still squeezed shut and your heart was breaking for him. “-why me.”
A soft smile spread across your face as you brushed your thumb against his cheekbone. “Because you’re you. And to me you’re one of a kind.”
He took a shaky breath before slowly opening his eyes. You met his gaze and refused to look away. 
“I’ll always be here for you. No matter what Wolffe.” 
Wolffe’s eyes scanned your face. You knew it would be a while before he fully accepted what had happened to him, but you weren’t giving up on him. And besides, you still thought he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen before.
“Can - can I kiss you?” Wolffe asked, voice small.
Your chest warmed as you smiled at him. You leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his scarred cheek. 
“I’d like nothing more.”
Wolffe didn’t hesitate. And he never did ever again. Never with you.
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crispyjenkins · 3 years
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“Chosen One Obi” sequel sneak peek
(i’ve been fighting the same prompt for a month now, and this chapter of hunger is even worse and it is just   n  o  t   happening this week. seriously, this is the worst block i’ve had on a story in years, and it’s exhausting and i’ve tried giving them both breaks, tried scrapping it all and starting over, flipping povs, changing the outline, butttt nada.
so! while i can’t give a sneak peek of my current secret project, i have been thinking about that chosen one obi prompt again, and thought y’all might like to see what i’ve been playing with in terms of a sequel. ‘think i might get the next dha kar’ta out while i figure out what tf is going on with my brain (ღT◡Tღ)
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  When Quinlan steps into his buir’s cantina in Foxsoll, looking like he’d seen the second coming of the Sith, Obi-Wan is too surprised to focus on the whispers the Force is trying to weasel into his mind. 
  Frozen behind the bar, Quinlan comes to him through the early-evening crowds, and how many times had he thought about visiting the Temple? About checking in on his friends? How many times had he talked himself out of it?
  “Obi-Wan?” Quinlan asks, as if afraid of the answer; Obi-Wan hasn’t heard that name here in far too long, not since Jango and Jaster had last been around.
  “Quinlan,” he whispers back, and wonders if someone had spiked the papuur’gal at lunch.
  Blinking, Quinlan looks him up and down quickly as something seems to connect in his mind. “Oh,” he says, looking floored, and the Force refuses to tell Obi-Wan what conclusion he had come to. “It’s you?”
  Obi-Wan frowns worriedly. “Are you alright, Quin?”
  “It’s you? Why didn’t you say anything?!”
  Chalmun senses the change in mood immediately, latching onto the edges of Obi-Wan’s mind as he all but storms out of the back storeroom with a few choice Xaczik swears on his lips. Obi-Wan doesn’t get the chance to tell him Quinlan is a friend, because Chalmun takes one look at Quinlan’s expression and comes to a realisation of his own, before grabbing the both of them by the back of their tunics to drag them to the private lounge. Obi-Wan knows better than to protest, but Quinlan yelps in surprise.
   Chalmun hasn’t been a Journeyman Protector in almost five years, but he hasn’t lost the bearing, nor the wall of blasters and bowcasters at the back of the lounge; Quinlan takes this all in quickly, but as soon as Chalmun sets them on their feet, he’s right back Obi-Wan’s space.
  “Why the kriff didn’t you say anything?” he demands, distressed and angry, and Obi-Wan automatically reaches out for his mind, trying to project calm and peace.
  “I’m so sorry, Quin, but there was Xanatos, and the Mand’alor found me and I didn’t– I didn’t think the Temple would want me–”
  Stunned, Quinlan looks from Obi-Wan to Chalmun and back again. “Wait, no– No, Obi, why didn’t you tell us you were the Chosen One.”
  Ah, this nonsense again.
  Obi-Wan deflates and glares at his buir over Quinlan’s shoulder. “It’s nice to see the crazies hadn’t died out,” he scoffs, and Chalmun just shakes his head.
  “You know everyone can feel it, cub.”
  Quinlan knows enough Shyriiwook to at least guess what Chalmun says. “How long has he been like this?”
  It takes Obi-Wan a moment to realise Quinlan isn’t even speaking to him anymore, Chalmun giving a great shrug. “Always.”
  “But that...” Quilan reaches out a gloved hand, Obi-Wan allowing him to almost touch him, to skate over the Force just above his skin.
  “Anyone with a midichlorian count above baseline can feel it,” his buir adds unhelpfully. “It’s caused us quite a few problems, when the less savoury sort have come poking around.”
  “Buir,” he sighs, but allows Quinlan to touch him fully, hand pressed along and down his neck. “Quin, you knew what I felt like before, I don’t–”
  “Yeah, you’ve always felt like this,” Quinlan breathes. “But not like this.”
  “What the kriff does that even mean.”
  “If... Kriff, you’d been at the Temple longer than anybody in the crèche!”
  “I am even less sure of what you’re trying to say now.”
  Shaking his head, Quinlan looks up at Chalmun with a mutual understanding that Obi-Wan does not share. “Does it get easier to look at, the longer you’re around him?”
  “Indeed. He is still a lantern, I could find him from the other side of the planet, but you stop thinking about it.”
  At Quinlan’s sheepish expression, Obi-Wan sighs and translates for him. 
  “Master Plo called you that, too,” he says to Obi-Wan after a moment. “A lantern.”
  “I’m not the ‘Chosen One’, Quinlan.” He steps out from under Quinlan’s hand and glares at the both of them, trying to ignore the way the Force chimes in his head like he’d chosen the wrong answer on a gameshow holo. “Why wouldn’t the masters have sensed it?” If what he remembers about the prophecy is correct, someone would have noticed before now, before Bandomeer.
  “Obes, I think we were all just used to you. Kriff, hey, you remember the Zabraki woman, who came to write about the architecture of the Temple? Maker, we should have realised then, she even called you ‘the chosen’...”
  “Perhaps you will have better luck with him,” Chalmun rumbles. “He will not listen to me.”
  “That sounds in character.” Smiling, Quinlan shuffles to pull a datapad out of the pack over his shoulders. “I’m a Shadow now, Obes, Master Tholm wouldn’t hear of it until I’d given it a shot. I’m here on a mission from the High Council, from Master Windu, there’s some rumours in the lower levels of Coruscant about a Force Sensitive on Concord Dawn. And, when Master Qui-Gon finally faced du Crion, he let slip he’d been looking for the Chosen One as well.”
  Xanatos du Crion. The reason Obi-Wan is even hiding in Mandalore Space in the first place, a dark shadow that has not left his mind since he had tracked Obi-Wan here through Jango. 
  “Master Ti thought it all too much to be coincidence,” Quinlan is saying, holding out the datapad that Obi-Wan doesn’t even bother looking at. It is time, the Force whispers to him, we can hide you no longer. “And then as soon as I touched down, I felt you, Obi-wan. The– The Agricorp masters said you never made it to them, that you would were still in the spaceport when du Crion bombed it. No one knows you’re alive.”
 Chalmun takes the pad instead, looking it over even though Aurebesh isn’t his strong point. “The Mand’alor and I have been keeping him safe out here, we knew others would seek out his power. And I knew we could only do that for so long; it seems we’ve finally run out of luck.”
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Mando’a: buir —“parent”, gender neutral papuur’gal — a Mandalorian wine, probably akin to a white wine
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t7-01 · 3 years
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wow. okay thots:
“they CAN fly” okay that was fucking funny
i was genuinely worried when melch got shot. truly a frightening moment for me, personally
gregor 🥺😢 WHY WERE YOU ONLY WEARING A TANK TOP
seriously though gregor’s death was kinda fucked. i think if they’d had him and wolffe in the show more and allowed him more depth, i would’ve been okay with it, narratively speaking. but his death felt like just some way to raise the stakes, which it shouldn’t have been. why bring him back at all for so little?
(to be clear, i generally like the way the clones were characterized in this, even gregor’s eccentricities. i just wish we’d gotten at least a few other shades of his and wolffe’s personalities)
i KNEW it was gonna be the space whales and i was so fucking excited when they showed up that i sat here chanting “space whales space whales SPACE WHALES”
wolffe saying “umm...was that the plan?” had me in tears. it’s been so long since he’s dealt with magic jedi bullshit and tbh i bet plo didn’t even make the wolfpack deal with it all that much. these space whales showed up and he was just like “what the fuck is happening”
“hera fought in the battle of endor, as did commander rex” rex as that one old guy in the ot CONFIRMED (plus he got his promotion back)
i can’t get over ezra and sabine’s relationship. i’m lowkey glad they didn’t pursue a romance, even though i wouldn’t have minded it. the core of their connection was their friendship, and their respect for/understanding of one another. the fact that he kept saying he knew he could always count on her...it’s really lovely and even implies that, like kanan and hera, they’ll always come back for each other. i’d like to think they could get together in the future but if not that’s fine too.
speaking of relationships, ZEB AND KALLUS???? i see what y’all were talking about with the finale, putting his arm around kallus’s shoulder, introducing him to the family??? they’re fucking married
lothal looks so pretty again 🥺
not only that, but the sheer amount of people that came out to celebrate when the empire was defeated there??? god that was so cool - they’ve really been living in hiding this whole time
and SABINE’S HAIRCUT 😍😍😍 chef’s kiss
ugh it was a good show. had its issues but overall i was pretty impressed with how much it improved and how invested i was. tbh i think the only character death that’s affected me in recent memory me as much as kanan was fives, and that shit really hurt, i gotta tell you. don’t know what i’m gonna hyperfixate on now though. might fuck around and read the comics
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johnnyclash87 · 3 years
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Ok I finished this way quicker than I expected! I’m actually really happy with it
@sammi-doll483 @kris-styx I believe y’all wanted to be tagged in this?
3636 had been in over a dozen battles, numerous engagements, and countless near death experiences. But knocking on a Jedi generals door was still the most terrifying thing he experienced. Whenever his previous General, Pong Krell called him to his quarters at best it was orders for another mission that would get hundreds of people killed. Or at worst a lengthy berating over a small failure in the last mission that got hundreds of men killed. Did they move from position? Failure. Did they retreat? Failure? Did they engage the enemy without orders? Failure. It didn’t matter that their position was under heavy artillery fire, or that they were overwhelmed by a force ten times their size, or that the enemy was about to engage them.
But here he was again at the door of a Jedi. Although this wasn’t Krell, it was their new general, Plo Koon. Kel Dor. Jedi Master. Even though the commander and the rest of the battalion were still extremely uneasy around him, he couldn’t help pick up on some significant differences. Like how when passing the troops he would say “good morning”. Or how he actually congratulated a trooper on their marksmanship on the range. Something Krell would have seemed a mere expectation for a Clone.
Whatever this was about, certainly making General Koon wait would not help. 3636 took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to whatever or whoever cared enough to listen, and pressed the ring button. The door slid open, and sitting on a circular mat that hardly looked comfortable was Plo Koon.
“Good afternoon Commander, please come in” hearing his actual rank was still an adjustment. With Krell it was always “3636” or “CC 3636” or he would just bark orders to nobody in particular and expect them to figure out who it was for.
“CC 3636, reporting as ordered Sir”
“Please have a seat,” 3636 stood still and firm at attention.
“Uhm.. at ease.” The commander relaxed his body slightly and slid his right leg out a small distance.
“I’m not sure you’ll take the offer but it would make this conversation easier if you would sit down” Plos voice even through the rebreather felt oddly calm and assuring. He wasn’t sure sitting would make him more relaxed but if it eased the generals mind.., He wasn’t sure if he should sit cross legged like General Koon and elected to keep his feet on the floor. That would make any need for sudden movement easier. As he sat he noticed a scent stick burning on a nearby table. Noticing it, he noticed a sweet warm smell in the air that oddly seemed to lower his heart beat.
“I hope I’m not being hasty but I think I should get to the point of this meeting. I’ve noticed the men are, well they seem very uncomfortable since the transfer” Plo barely moved except his hands in small slow gestures.
“I accept responsibility for the troops performance, I’ll..” with a slow raise of his hand, Plo gently cut 3636 off.
“No, Commander,I’m not blaming you, or anyone. What I would like to know, is why this is, and how I can help”
The commander was nearly always ready with a response or answer to a superiors question, even if the answer was “no excuse”. But he wasn’t sure how to tell one Jedi that the reason his siblings were so terrified was that another Jedi practically beat that fear in them.
“I know it may be hard to believe but I do genuinely care about you and the Troops. It concerns me greatly that you all seem to be in so much emotional pain. You may be bred for war, but you still deserve to be happy”. 3636 had to look away, unless the general see his eyes moisten.
“It’s ok Commander, I’m listening”
“Well General, honestly it’s just how we’re trained. We’re so used to punishment we’ve come to expect it. Some of us have even become numb to it”
“Punishment from your previous General? Master Pong Krell?”
“Yes sir” For a moment Plos muscles visibly tensed as if reacting in shock and anger. Of course Jedi aren’t allowed to get angry.
“Thank you Commander. I know that was hard but you have done your men and possibly more a great service. I will be sure to speak of this to the Council.” If the Commander wasn’t so well disciplined he might have hugged him.
“Before I go on, Commander, there’s a small but frankly important matter. I know it may not fit into military protocol but I can’t keep calling you commander and CC number is well out of the question. Even droids get names”
“It would be nice to have a name but I’m not sure what I would be called.” 3636 was relaxing more and more. This new general was most different.
“I may have a suggestion. I see how protective you are of the Troops, like a
wolf. What if I called you Wolffe ?” The Clone considered the name for a moment.
“‘No need to decide now. What I’d really like to discuss is how we might ease the men’s hearts and minds. I know many of the Troops in other units frequent the bars on Coruscant to relieve stress. Perhaps a trip outside the base might help?”
“Maybe in time sir, but I’m not sure they’re ready for crowds and loud noise.” Never did 3636 think he would not only counter a generals words but actually be encouraged to do so.
“Hmm you may be very right. Perhaps something less, intensive?” Plo stroked his chin or rather his mask thoughtfully.
“I may have an idea, General”
“Please. You know them better than I do”
“During our training, some of the instructors taught us how to paint our armor to make it more distinctive and to help build a sense of community. For many of us it was the most enjoyable and relaxing trainings we received. Maybe we could have the men paint their armor as a way to ease their anxiety and feel more like individuals. We could even have them make a logo and tell them it’s for tactical reasons. That way they feel less suspicious about the idea” This was probably the most 3636 had spoken to well anyone in while.
“I think that’s a great idea. Is there anyone who might be able to take charge of such a project?” General Plo sounded just as ecstatic as the Clone was.
“Actually I think I know the perfect person. 2827. The instructors were very impressed with his painting skills and he even helped some of the other Troopers.”
“Then he sounds like the man for the job. Call him in, if you would, please” Plo was already standing up as the Commander contacted the Trooper. They didn’t wait long before the bell rang. Plo activated the door and invited the waiting Clone in.
If 3636 was on edge when he first came in, 2827 was practically hanging on it by his fingernails
“Commander, General. You asked for me?”
“Yes Trooper. At ease.” 3636 decided it might be better if he started the conversation.
“The general and I have a very important task for you.” This clearly peaked his interest. At this Plo took over
“Your commander and I were just discussing ways to make the unit more efficient. Not that you and your comrades aren’t performing exemplarily. I’m constantly impressed. But if I’m honest distinguishing the 104th from other battalions is a bit of a challenge. So I’d like you to make an insignia for the battalion.”
“And it can’t just be numbers,” 3636 must be feeling more comfortable if he would dare interject when a general was speaking, “it’s gotta let the Seppies know who they’re dealing with”
“Well said Commander. And I’m sure the Trooper is more than up to the task”
“Absolutely, I don’t think there’s a better man for the job” The commander did something he rarely did, he smiled.
“Well Trooper, you have your orders. Can you do it?” Plo didn’t think he would say no, but wanted him to at least feel it was his choice.
“Yes general. I won’t let you down”
“I know you won’t, brother. Dismissed” 3636 gave him one of the most genuinely respectful salutes he ever rendered
“Yes commander” 2827 was heading to the door, a slight spring in his step
“Oh and Trooper”
“Yes commander?”
“Call me Wolffe. Feel free to tell the others too”
Three days later and 2827 was running down the corridor toward Wolffe.
“Commander Wolffe! Is General Plo around? Have you seen him?”
“Take a breath Trooper. He’s actually heading this way” Wolffe hadn’t seen any of his Troops this excited since they completed training.
“Good. It’s done. I finished designing the insignia for the battalion!”
“That is good. Here’s the General now.” Both Troopers came to attention and greeted Plo with a salut which he returned. Something Krell never did..
“Good morning gentlemen. Commander Wolffe, you have the recommendations for promotion? “
“I do General. But actually, Trooper 2827 has the design ready for us.”
“By all means, let’s see it!” Plo showed about as much excitement as a Jedi could. 2827 opened up a folder he had been holding and revealed the image it had contained; a gray wolfs head.
“I thought that if the Commander was a Wolffe, we would be his Wollfe Pack. If that’s appropriate, sir” The Trooper beamed with cautious pride
“It’s very appropriate Trooper. I’m very proud of you and you should be too” Wolffes normally gruff voice cracked a little. Luckily Plo stepped in so he could wipe the dust from his eyes
“This is very excellent work Trooper. You have great skill with a paint brush. Hmm how would you like that to be your name; Brush?”
“I-I like that very much” 2827, or Brush, rather would probably have been just as thrilled if his name was Toast
“Very good then. Well it looks like we have some painting to do then. Requisition some art supplies and tell the Troopers to meet in the training hall. Commander, I think these promotions can wait, don’t you?”
“Definitely general.”
“And Brush, I hope you’ll be kind enough to assist me with my own art.”
“I’d be honored” Brush and Wolffe shared a silent look that let eachother know thinsgs were going to be much better from now on.
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catsnkooks · 4 years
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Knight in Tested Armor
Commander Wolffe x princess!reader
summary: Separatist attacks and threats against your home planet lead to Jedi Master and General Plo Koon and his famous Wolfpack assisting with guarding the royal palace until the threats have alleviated. Being in close proximity to the clone commander leads you to a new understanding and respect for the sacrifice he and his brothers give to the Republic, as well as a little more.
Everyone says a knight in shining armor will save a princess if she is in need. A knight in shining armor has never had his honor tested. He will not defend you properly. A knight in tested armor has proven his honor, and will not fail you. Not now, and not ever.
word count: 1,675
rating: g for now but rating may change
warnings: mentions of violence, mostly just general introductory stuff
a/n: here’s the first installment of the wolffe series i’ve been talking and teasing for so long!! idk how many chaps there’s gonna be but i hope y’all stick around for the ride!!
taglist: @wille-zarr @readsalot73 @cherieboba @rishi-moon @clonewarslover55 @littlevodika @highlycommendable
here it is on ao3!!
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Chapter 1
The wind whistled in your ears on the landing pad. You stood beside your mother and father, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Republic battalion who were to be your protectors for the near future. Your hands fisted your dress at your sides, and you glanced nervously at the charred remains of the Separatist flying droid at the other end of the landing pad—one of the many reasons why three Republic LAAT/i gunships were now landing on your planet.
The door to the leading ship opened and out stepped a Kel-Dor in brown Jedi robes followed by a tall man in white and gray plastoid armor. One of the clone troopers, you guessed, the ones you heard about from your friend in Coruscant.
“Good afternoon, Master Jedi,” your father greeted, bowing slightly. You followed his example and bowed respectfully.
“Good afternoon, your majesty,” the Jedi replied, also bowing. His voice was surprisingly deep from behind his mask. “I am Master Plo Koon. This is Commander Wolffe of the 104th Battalion.”
The commander had already taken off his helmet and he snapped to a smart salute. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the warm, tanned skin that greeted your eyes was not it. You recognized the features your friend gushed about after a few too many drinks from the clone bar she frequented—high cheekbones, defined jawline, the barest hint of corded muscles, and honey gold eyes. Well, eye, in the case of Commander Wolffe. Your eyes traced the sharp scar that ran through his right eye, his milky white cybernetic staring straight ahead.
“I assure you, your majesty,” Master Koon continued, snapping you out of your thoughts, “no harm will come to you or your family while we are here.”
“Your assurances are warmly welcomed,” your mother said. She linked her arm through your father’s arm. “Let us talk more about this as we show you around.” She turned and motioned for him to follow.
“That would be wonderful.” He gave her a small bow before turning to the commander and giving him a small nod. Commander Wolffe nodded back and turned to the gunships as the rest of his men unloaded.
As Master Koon fell into step beside your parents, you spared one last glance at the clone commander. He stood in front of the lead gunship, talking to another clone with silver hair. He must have felt himself being watched, for he turned around to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened and you quickly ducked your head, trailing behind your parents.
What you failed to see was the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of Wolffe’s lips.
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You retired to your room after the tour with Master Koon assuring you the first patrol of guards would be ready before dinner. Sure enough, a knock came to your door right as you were finishing getting ready for dinner.
“Tell them to come in, please!” you told your maid as she reached for the control pad of the door.
Two clone troopers entered, holding their helmets at their sides and snapping to a smart salute. You could see their resemblance to their commander, though they had different hairstyles: one with stark silver hair and the other with two stripes of red going down his head.
“Sergent Sinker and Trooper Boost for your guard, your highness,” said the one with silver hair.
You turned to face them and smiled. “Pleased to meet you both. I'm almost done getting ready, but in the meantime, would you like to sit?”
They both looked to the seats that you had gestured to, before turning back to you.
“Thank you, ma’am,” began the silver-haired one again. “However, it is our duty to—.”
The other man interrupted him by jabbing an elbow into his side. “What Sinker means to say,” he said, extending his hand in a formal gesture, “is that it is our duty to serve you and that we would be honored to sit and wait.”
You smiled again at their antics, as the one called Sinker grumbled to the other, Boost. “What’d you do that for?!”
“You can't say no to royalty, vod!”
As your maid finished securing the last of your elegant pins in your hair, you talked to the two troopers assigned to you for the evening rotation. You learned that they referred to each other as their brothers, and that Sinker and Boost were particularly close because they were batch mates. They loved working with their general, Master Plo. Yours was the prettiest planet they had been on so far. And they had been told to keep you away from their newest member, a “shiny,” who had a penchant for getting in trouble around pretty girls.
“And how is Commander Wolffe?” you found yourself asking after a lull in the conversation.
Sinker shrugged and Boost grinned. “He’s not that bad,” Boost said. “He seems like he’s all tough and everythin’, but on the inside, he’s a total softie.” He winked at you. “Why do you ask?”
“I would just like to get to know him better,” you said, willing your heartbeat to return to a normal speed, and hoping he couldn’t see the flush you felt rising to your cheeks. “I would like to know the man who is in charge of keeping me and my family safe.”
This time Sinker elbowed Boost in the side. “He’s a really great commander,” Sinker said in earnest, turning to you. “We’ve been through a lot with him an’ the general, an’ I would do anything if I was by their sides.”
“Then I know we’ll be in good hands,” you said, smiling at the way they both lit up with pride for their commander, their brother.
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“Darling, would you like to tell Master Plo here about your love for Jedi?”
You groaned and put your face in your hands. Your father liked to tell embarrassing stories to dinner guests, especially this dinner guest. “Father, please.”
“Oh, no, please, I am interested,” Master Plo, as he’d requested you call him, said. Although you could not see much of his face, you could sense his joy in his voice.
“One of your order came to see us,” your father began. “It was quite a time ago. I believe his name was Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Master Plo nodded. “Yes, I remember Qui-Gon mentioning he visited here before he tragically died. And Master Kenobi still talks about his time here during council meetings.”
“Yes, we were so distraught hearing about Master Jinn,” your mother tutted. “But it is nice to know little Obi-Wan still talks about us.”
“How old were you, darling, when they visited?” your father asked you.
You huffed and held your head up with one arm, pouting. “I was five, father.”
“Oh, yes!” your father exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “She was absolutely fascinated by Master Qui-Gon. She probably begged him to do your Force tricks five times a day.”
“Indeed?” Master Plo brought a taloned hand up to where his mouth would be, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
You puffed out your cheeks in indignation. “I still think it’s cool,” you muttered, pushing your remaining food around in your plate. You heard laughter behind you, and you turned around in your seat to find Boost and Sinker laughing at their spots along the wall. You stuck your tongue out at them before your father called your name.
“You may leave now, my dear,” he said.
“Before you tell any more embarrassing stories?” you taunted. However, you stood and walked to his chair, giving him and your mother a kiss on their cheek. “Goodnight, father. I will never see you again.”
Everyone left at the table laughed as you scurried away to your room, a smile stretching across your face. You paused under an archway in the hallway to wait for Boost and Sinker to escort you to your room. However, you only heard one set of footsteps approach you and you turned to face them.
“Oh! Commander Wolffe!” You recognized the gray patterning on his armor and he nodded to you. You felt the flush return to your cheeks. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“I was assigned to your evening guard, your highness.” His voice was much the same as Boost and Sinker, although you thought it was much gruffer. The low growl of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He motioned in front of you, breaking you out of your trance. “Shall we?”
“Oh, of course.” You turned and walked down the hallway, willing your cheeks to return to their natural shade. The door to your room opened automatically and you took a step inside before turning back around to face him again.
“Have you eaten yet, Commander?” you asked.
“Not yet, your highness,” he replied, standing tall and broad in front of you, his hands behind his back. “I will after my replacement shows up.”
“And when will that be?” you asked again, crossing your arms.
“Sometime in the night,” he replied again.
Your eyebrows shot up. “That is much too long to go without food. Please, go eat something. I promise I won’t go anywhere.”
“I'm afraid I can’t do that, ma’am,” he said. His resolve was much stronger than yours was. “I will be fine until then.” He paused before adding, “I promise.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you promise to eat as soon as your replacement comes?”
Commander Wolffe sighed, but his voice did not show any annoyance. “I promise.”
You held up your hand, pinky extended. “Pinky promise?”
A sound came from behind his helmet, and you swore it was a quiet chuckle. “Pinky promise.” He extended his own pinky and you clasped them together before releasing them.
“Goodnight, Commander,” you said, smiling up at him.
“Goodnight, your highness,” he said, nodding to you respectfully and stepping to the side of your door.
You hoped he was smiling under his helmet.
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Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader
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summary: anakin is concerned about y/n’s wellbeing and takes obi wan’s side and y/n is upset with him. angst, but a happy ending :))
prompt: “You’re taking their side?”
“This isn’t about sides-”
“-I can’t believe you! What next, you lock me in my room like a misbehaving child-”
“-YOU COULD HAVE DIED!” In the aftermath of the shout, the silence seemed deafening. The other took a step closer, clutching hold of them. “You could have died,” softer. “I nearly lost you. If you want to make this about sides, I’m on whatever side keeps you alive. Can’t you see that?”
author’s note: i want to give a huge thank you to @notphilosopherstudentblog for helping me come up with the inspo for this story and finding this prompt! bella is amazing, so go shower the absolute legend with some love! this went through a lot rewriting, so i hope y’all enjoy!
“Master! They have arrived!” y/n’s Padawan yelled across the quarters. She was heading out the door to join Ahsoka when Anakin and Obi-Wan knocked on the door.
And with that y/n hastened to the door as she finished pulling on her boots. She was happy to see that they had arrived so quickly; she was in need of assistance as the Sepertist cause had taken over a city on her home planet. She was prepared to fight alongside the clones to protect her home. Y/n was ecstatic that the Council had chosen Anakin to come help.
“Please, come in,” y/n stated while she walked to the open door. “I am so glad that the two of you were able to help me with this situation. I was talking to Master Windu, but he said that he would have to have a meeting first and since I am not on the council, I had to just sit and wait for news.”
“Of course, y/n. The plan is to send General Skywalker and the 501st, but we recommend that you stay here. We do not want to-”
“Master Kenobi, I appreciate the sentiment, but I will be joining the General. This battle is just like any other.”
Obi Wan sighed as Anakin gave a final warning, “This is a very heated matter, not just on the battlefield, but politically too. You will be a target; the Separatists obviously do not like the Jedi and they will be delighted to take out one from your home planet. We cannot stop you from coming, but take some time to think this through while we finish preparing for tomorrow’s departure.”
“I need to go, but y/n, I plead you to sit this one out,” Master Kenobi said as he made his way to the door.
Anakin longingly looked into y/n eyes and implored her to stay.
“Stop looking at me like that. I am going with you no matter what Obi Wan says.”
“I can’t stop you,” Anakin sighed and shook his head. “You better be ready to kick some droid butt.” Anakin made his way out of y/n’s quarters and laughed. The both of them loved to bicker with each other.
Once the fighting began, it seemed endless. Dust and smoke were one in the same, clouding the sight of the clones as they tried to protect the city and subdue the droid forces. Both Anakin and y/n were fighting side by side, as she insisted on being on the front lines. They bickered like friends as they took down droids that were firing from all around them.
“You owe me for saving your ass on that shot, Skyguy!” y/n laughed as she shot down a droid that was controlling a tank. The nickname she learned from spending time with Ahsoka. She always knew that she could confide in her about her emotions. Y/n knew that Anakin could not love her because of the Jedi code, but it did not stop her from flirting with him and wishing for it to be something more.
Anakin turned around to face her and that is when everything started to get uncharacteristically chaotic, more so than what the battle was previously. Blasters were being fired in both directions and Anakin pushed y/n behind him, but he was too late. The shot hit her shoulder. Y/n screamed out in pain and Anakin fell to her side.
“Kix! We need you over here!” Anakin frantically screamed out while trying to search through the smoke. Y/n started coughing and her eyelids began to feel heavy. “Stay with me, y/n, please,” Anakin begged. Again Anakin yelled out for the medic and he arrived just after y/n was unconscious. “Please help her Kix, I can’t live without her.”
Kix, with the help of a few other clones, took y/n back the ship and began to examine her. Immediately after preparing the ship, it was flown to the nearest medbay. The battle raged all around Skywalker, but his mind was only focused on y/n and watched the ship as it faded away.
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After 36 standard hours, y/n’s flickered open and took in the stark white room and the tubes connecting her to machines. The only thing that was out of place was a dark Jedi robe thrown over the chair in the corner. A few moments later the door opened and Anakin rushed to her side. He could sense that she was awake and rushed across the medbay. When the door opened, Anakin’s eyes lit up and relief washed over his features. Y/n smiled when she saw Anakin’s face, but was shocked that his was the first one that she saw.
“Anakin?” y/n asked in a raspy voice.
“Yes, it’s me,” Anakin said softly with a smile. “I was talking to the nurses a few minutes ago and they said that you should be able to leave in a few days, but I think that the Council wants to talk to you when you get out,” y/n raised an eyebrow and was ready to ask why the Jedi Council was interested, but Anakin’s comlink started to beep with a message from Obi Wan. Anakin quickly answered it and a frown replaced the smile that was once there. He dismissed himself from the room and y/n could tell that Anakin was not taking the news, whatever is was well. After he was done communicating, it looked more like arguing, with Obi Wan, he returned to the room stoic. It was like a switch was flipped. Y/n could not sense anything from Anakin and it was partially because she had just woken up, but he was guarding himself.
“Master Kenobi has alerted me that my presence is needed in front of the council. I haven’t been back to the Temple since the battle, so I guess that it is time to be there in person. I hate to leave, but I need to be there. Goodbye, L/n.”
Y/n was in shock when Anakin squeezed her hand before he grabbed his robe and went out the door. He did not look back as he left. Not only was that whole interaction strange, but y/n was still a little out of it and could not comprehend that Anakin was there when she woke up. Why would he wait for her to wake up, but be so cold? And what did Obi Wan say that shut him off?
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A few days later, after spending time healing in the medbay, y/n made her way to the Jedi Temple. Upon arrival, she was led into a council meeting. Fellow Jedi greeted her as she made her way into the middle of the room.
“Hello, Master l/n. I am glad to see that you have had a quick recovery,” Mace Windu stated first.
“Thank you, Master Windu.”
Obi Wan then skipped the formalities and cut to the reason for the meeting. “Now, I suppose that you are wondering why you have been called in front of the Council. We,” Obi Wan spoke as his arm motioned around the room “believe that you need a leave of absence from the battlefield.”
“Great, your mind is,” Yoda added. Y/n was shocked that Master Yoda had given her the compliment, but she was furious that it implied that she could no longer fight alongside the people that had risked their lives for her countless times.
“I apologize, but if you think that I am capable, why would you take me off of the front lines? Is this because I got shot by some droid? Because it will never happen again.” Y/n begged.
Obi Wan spoke up again. “Listen L/n, you are a valuable asset for this war and we do not want to risk losing you on the front lines. I am positive that General Skywalker would agree that your skills are worth protecting.”
Anakin finally spoke up, but still did not make eye contact with y/n, “Yes, Master.” Y/n scoffed internally and felt betrayed. She thought that she could trust Anakin, but clearly he was incapable of that.
“You can’t be serious. What good can I do by staying away from the war? We are not going to win by pulling Jedi from the front lines! I just-”
“L/n, that is enough.”
Y/n immediately felt ashamed that she spoke out and looked down avoiding eye contact with all of the members.
“My apologies, Master,” y/n said softly, eyes still on ground. “I understand.”
Everyone left the room one by one and just as Anakin left, he tried to talk to y/n, but she turned her back and rushed away. Anakin was left standing there with his thoughts. When y/n was shot he believed that he was going to lose her, but she survived. What he did not know that he was losing her and it was going to be his fault.
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The afternoon turned into evening and y/n was still frustrated with the Council’s decision. Why should they have control over whether or not she went to battle? If Anakin was free to take Ahsoka with him into battle, why couldn’t she? Also, she did not put her own padawan in danger during this battle, considering that she wasn’t even there. Suddenly, there was a knock at her door and her droid alerted her that Anakin was standing outside of the door. Although he was the last person that she wanted to see at the moment, she was feeling lonely because he was always the one that she could confide in about her problems. Ahsoka and y/n’s padawan, usually the ones that she went to when she had problems with Anakin, were on a mission with Plo Koon leaving them out of the picture. This was one of those times that she needed a warm embrace and reassurance that it would be alright, but Anakin was not here to provide a shoulder to cry on.
Y/n went to the door and debated whether or not she should open it. She had previously ignored his last attempt in the Temple, but she wanted to know why he did not speak up for her and why he had acted strangely at the medbay. Against her better judgement, she opened the door to let Anakin into her room. Before Anakin was able to speak, y/n huffed out while turning her back to the door “Kriff you, Skywalker! I trusted you to have my back in there, but you never were on my side. I should be able to make my own decisions on whether or not I am on the front line! Just because I got shot does not mean that I am fragile and unable to hold my own. And why do you even care? One minute you are happy to see me and then you get a call and suddenly you don’t care!”
“Y/n, the Council is concerned for your safety. There is a war going on and we need you to win it! You need to be able to see the big picture. I begged you to sit the battle out, but you didn’t listen! And look where you ended up, the medbay! We can’t afford to purposefully put you in harm's way!”
“You’re taking the Council’s side?”
“This isn’t about sides-”
“-I can’t believe you! What next, you lock me in my room like a misbehaving child-”
“-YOU COULD HAVE DIED!” In the aftermath of the shout, the silence seemed deafening. Anakin took a step closer, clutching hold of y/n’s hands, just like in the hospital room. “You could have died,” Anakin said softer. “I nearly lost you. If you want to make this about sides, I’m on whatever side keeps you alive. Can’t you see that?”
By now, tears of frustration were running down y/n’s cheeks. She loved Anakin endlessly and the words that he just said confirmed the way he was feeling. Through her own tears, y/n finally noticed the tear stained cheeks that Anakin was presenting himself with. It was a look that she had only seen when he talked about the death of his mother. Anakin had talked about not being able to keep her alive and how it haunts him. Y/n finally understood that Anakin just wanted to keep her safe, unlike what he had done for his mother, and it pained him that he had to agree with the council in order to do so.
“Oh, Ani,” y/n breathed out and threw her arms around Anakin. He pulled her in tighter and savored this moment where everything around them stopped and it did not matter that a war was going on. The only thing that mattered was here and now. “I will never leave your side.”
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The Tale of Astoria Kenobi [Chapter 2] [Obitine and Anidala Featured] [Dad!Obi-Wan/Daughter!OC]
Sorry I forgot this last night! Anyway, here it is! 
Y’all have @sunshineisdelightful​ to thank for, honestly, pretty much all the scenes in this chapter lol. 
Sunshine (apt username cus they’re so sweet!) mentioned some fantastic ideas and I ended up using about all of them in this chapter. XD 
So next chapter will skip to her Gathering and then it’ll be her hearing about Obi-Wan and Anakin’s adventures protecting Amidala and she really wants to go to Kamino with her ‘uncle’ but she can’t. 
And then Plo Koon is like ‘wanna be my Padawan?’ and Astoria’s like ‘yes please!’ and is so thrilled that such a wise, powerful Counsel Member would offer to train her in the Jedi Arts. 
Anyway! Tag list! :) A huge thank you to all of these people! @elite-guard-hardygal, @forcearama, Sunshine, who I tagged already, @fwtcanimelover​, and @babycollectiondragon135 (I can’t tag you! TT^TT) are all amazing people! If you want to be included in the taglist please just let me know! 
Last thing is Links. Chapter 1 Link and the Prologue Link
Now, let’s get to the chapter!
God Bless and Good Day!
~The Lupine Sojourner
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I’ve been here at the Temple five years now, and I still haven’t managed to quite master meditation. 
I try my best, but though I make some progress, I never get to the point the instructor describes. I’ve never felt the Force around me like he says I should. 
It’s embarrassing and no amount of tutoring by Uncle Obi seems to be helping.
Try as I currently might, the end result is failure.
“I just don’t get it!” I groan, flopping on the ground in frustration. 
I was trying yet again to understand what Uncle Obi was talking about, but nothing helps. 
“Astoria, flopping around and getting frustrated isn’t helping.” 
“If you say I need to ‘clear my mind and let my emotions go’ one more time, I’m going to smack you.” I grumble without thinking, sitting up and crossing my arms grumpily. 
“I should like to see that.” He teases, chuckling.
“Sorry, Uncle Obi.” I murmur, sobering. “I just...it’s frustrating I still can’t get this.” 
Obi-Wan sits beside me, chuckling and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You want to know something?” He asks. 
“What?” 
“When I look into your connection to the Force, and follow it into your core, I see a bright ball of energy, giving off wild, unfocused waves of light. It’s almost stronger than the connection I see in Anakin.” 
“Really?” 
“Almost.” He scoots me around to face him. “I want to help you, Astoria, believe me. In fact, I could calm your mind myself so your connection to the Force will be clearer. But, if I do that, I risk hurting you and your connection to the Force, and that I will not do. So, we have to take the long way, but we’ll get there.” 
I manage a smile. “Thanks, Uncle Obi.” 
“Now, shall we try one more time before bed?” 
I sigh. “Yeah, just once more.” 
This was one of my favorite times of the day, when my adopted uncle and I can just talk and enjoy each other’s company, even though in the presence of other Jedi I have to call him Master Kenobi. 
For the first year, I was allowed an adjustment period where the Counsel let some things slide, like informal names and my energy, but after the year ended, they then began to curb those habits and hold me to the standards of the other Younglings. 
I was grateful for the adjustment period and am doing my best to live up to the expectations of the Counsel, which made it all the more frustrating that I couldn’t grasp meditation yet.
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“Oh, sorry Master Windu!” I mumble, scooting out of his way after nearly running into him rounding a corner. 
“Eyes forward, Youngling.” He replies, not unkindly. 
“Yes, Master.” I intone respectfully. He surprises me by turning back curiously. 
“Were you headed to meditation?” He asks. 
I shift sheepishly. “I’ve got a private lesson from Master Yoda. Seems he’s noticed my repeated failures.” 
“Way I see it, the only thing he sees is your potential. Don’t be harsher on yourself than those around you, young one.” He says, surprising me with his gentle tone.
I nod, feeling better. “Thank you, Master Windu.” He nods and I bow my head in farewell. “I’ll be off now.” 
“May the Force be with you, Astoria.” He says and I’m shocked he remembers my name. 
A very high-ranking Jedi master remembered my name! 
I walk down the hall, giddy. 
“Something to celebrate, hmm?” Yoda asks, amused, when I walk into the meditation room he was in, noticing my wide smile. 
I sit across from him. “Well, it’s just...it’s silly. Let’s start.” 
“Meditation, you will not learn if clouded your mind is, little one.” Yoda replies, smiling and tilting his head. “What distracts you, hmm?” 
“I almost ran into Master Windu. He gave me a bit of advice and remembered my name. I shouldn’t have let it distract me, Master. I’m sorry.” 
“No error it is to find pleasure in small matters, but distractions, they should not become. Now, begin, we can, hmm?” 
“Yes, Master Yoda.” Together, we begin to breathe deep and quiet our minds (or try to, in my case). 
“Your mother, cloud your thoughts, she does.” Yoda muses. 
“Well...she seems stressed lately. Worried about something. She never talks about what’s really going on on Mandalore. I can’t help being curious.” I reply, feeling childish. 
“Allowed contact with their families Jedi are, but one must learn balance. Detach yourself from your training, you cannot.”
I flinch subtly, biting my lip. “I won’t, Master. I’m sorry I’ve been a bit distracted lately.” 
The meditation practice had dissolved into a lecture. 
Great. Master Windu was wrong; Yoda only wanted to scold a failing Youngling.
“Failing, you are not. Succeeding, you are not. Only trying, you are.” Yoda says as if he had read my thoughts.
For all I knew, he had read them like a book.
I frown. “What does that mean, Master?” I ask. 
“Do or do not, young Astoria. There is no try.” 
“Master, I’m just not getting meditation.” I point out. “I’ve been going to classes and practicing with Master Kenobi when he can help me, but nothing’s working.” 
“Clouded and stormy your emotions are. Never learn meditation you will, if these emotions, settled they are not.” 
“Yes, Master.” I bite my lip. “It’s just...I guess I’m not sure how to settle my emotions.” I confess. 
Something about Master Yoda made me want to truly open up to him. So I did. 
“Learn to let go you must.” Is his calm, enigmatic reply.
“What do you mean?” I ask, not understanding. 
“Means do not concern yourself with things you cannot change, it does. Relax your mind and it will become calm and clear.” 
And so Yoda and I begin trying to calm my emotions. 
It sorta works, and soon enough I’m released to combat class. 
My favorite! I’m ahead of the Younglings in my group in combat, actually. 
I try not to let myself be too aggressive and competitive, but it’s really hard. 
I wish they’d let us fight with actual lightsabers, not the low-powered youngling sabers we use, but I suppose that’s too dangerous right now. 
I can’t wait to get my lightsaber crystal and make my hilt! 
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“Little Astoria, that move was rather reckless.” Plo Koon calls from the sidelines of the class. 
He sometimes oversaw training from the sides and would call out advice to any struggling Youngling. 
“Sorry, Master!” I call back, blocking a swing and swinging my leg to trip my opponent up. I then point my practice saber at the boy I was dueling. I think his name is Roman, but I can’t remember.
“I yield.” He says, annoyed that he lost...again. I turn off my blade and extend a friendly hand. 
“You’re improving.” I note as I help him up. 
“How are you so good at this?” He asks. 
I shrug. “I’m not sure. I just...know what to do.” 
Plo Koon strides over as the instructor dismisses the class. “In some ways, Astoria, your connection to the Force is instinctive and clear, but in others...you lack discipline and focus.” 
I shuffle my feet as Roman awkwardly walks off. “I know, Master Plo, but...I just can’t seem to understand meditation like I can combat.” 
“One day this mystery will be solved, young one, but you must continue practicing and learning what you can from your lessons. Never give up when the path before you becomes uncertain.” 
“Yes, Master.” I reply. “I am trying.” He puts a hand on my shoulder and I think, if I could see his whole face, I’d see a smile.
“I know you are, and one day you will master it. Astoria, I believe that when you master your connection to the Force, you will become quite an impressive Jedi Knight.” 
I grin and automatically hug him. “Thank you, Master Plo!” I cheer. The Jedi were getting used to my hugs by now and Plo Koon even returns the hug with one arm before gently peeling me off.
“Come along, young one, or we’ll miss our lunch.” I nod and skip down to lunch. 
I may dislike the food, but I’ve learned ways of coping with that. 
Every once in a while, when a Jedi went out to do a bit of shopping for basic essentials, I would ask to go with them. 
Usually, that meant a pleasant trip with Master Kenobi as he shopped for things like soap and toiletries and I got to get some fruit and actually flavorful food. 
I’d also grab a few spices like salt and pepper to liven up the bland food they serve at the Temple. 
That food was grating on my nerves, but at least I had some ways to combat the lack of flavor. 
In fact, Master Fisto needed to pick up some special lotion or something so his skin doesn’t get too dry being out of water for so long. We had pools and things in the Temple, but he couldn’t be in them as much as he’d like. I’ll ask if I can go with him after lunch. 
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“Master Fisto, may I have a word?” I ask, jogging to catch up to him. 
He turns with his trademark broad smile, even crouching a little to be at my eye level. “Of course, my little friend.” He replies. “What can I help you with?” 
“I was wondering if I could go with you to the marketplace today. I know you need lotion and I would like to get some more salt and pepper.” 
“The food is not to your tastes, I take it?” He teases with a smirk. 
“Well, not exactly. The food’s alright, but with salt and other spices, it’s a bit better.” 
He laughs, patting my back cheerily and nearly making me fall over. “I feel the same way, young one. I’ll let you come.” 
“Yay! Thank you, Master” I cheer, jogging to my room to grab the tiny allowance Younglings were given each month for whatever basics they needed. 
Master Fisto and I leave side by side. “It’s always refreshing to step out of the Temple, is it not?” He asks. 
I nod. “Yeah. I like it here, believe me, but it is also nice to get out every once in a while.” 
“Come, let us get to business.” He calls, walking toward the small speeder that would take us to the marketplace. 
“If I may, why don’t you spend more time in the pools and gardens if you’re from an aquatic planet?” I ask tentatively, coming to stand beside the Jedi Master. 
“Well, I am a member of the Council. I have many duties that require my attention.” 
“Oh.” I reply. “I was just curious.” 
“Never let yourself feel bad for merely asking a question, Astoria.” He says gently. “Curiosity has led to many, many great inventions and discoveries.” 
I nod. “Thanks, Master Fisto.”
“Of course, Astoria. Ah, here we are!” He cheers when we arrive at the marketplace. “You typically come with...Master Kenobi, that right?” He asks. 
I nod. “Yes. He’s close friends with my mother, and I enjoy his company as well.” I reply carefully, not understanding why he was asking or smiling so broadly. 
“I see. No shame in that. Come, we’ll hurry along and be back in time for your meditation lesson.” 
I groan. “Yes, Master.” 
“Do not think of this as punishment, Astoria. We are merely trying to help.” 
“I know, Master, but I’m just not getting it!” 
“That right there is why you fail.” 
“I don’t understand.” I confess. 
“Astoria, you view meditation as a block on your path that you cannot get past. That is why you fail.” My frown remains. I had no idea what he meant. “You need to start looking at it as a challenge to overcome, that can be overcome. If you look at it like that, you will be able to reach your potential that much sooner.” 
I hum in thought then sigh. “Why is it I can rise in combat so easily, but stumble at meditation?” I ask. 
“That, only you can answer, Astoria. But think on my words and the path forward will become clear.” I nod, absently side-hugging him as we near the spice store. 
“Thank you again, Master.” I say, then wave to him as we go separate ways to gather our supplies. 
“I’ll meet you at the transport in twenty minutes.” 
I nod and enter the store. 
“Ah, Astoria, my favorite little customer.” The store clerk greets. He was a human, like me, I think from the same planet as Uncle Obi, But I can’t remember for sure. 
“Hello, Gastor.” I reply, walking automatically to the salt section. 
“Ah, those are brand-new. Put ‘em out this morning.” He says when I grab a small container of a spice mix. It held a lot of good spices with the salt as the main component. I like the look of it, but it’s fairly expensive, so I reluctantly put it back. “I could cut you a deal since you come in so frequently.” Gastor muses idly, noting my interest before I put it back. 
“No, but thank you, Gastor. I might be back for it later, but for now I must say goodbye.” I retort lightly, pretending to be emotional. 
“Trust you to get attached to spices.” Gastor fires back and I pretend to be insulted, hand over my heart as I move further back toward the other spices. 
I hear other customers come in, and feel something...unsettling. I don’t know what, but I know something’s amiss. 
“Hello, Gastor.” Somes a slithery voice I immediately distrust. I sneak a little closer and see a tough-looking Twi’lek man and a few other thugs I can’t place. 
“Look, I’m just waiting on one last shipment, then your order will be ready.” Gastor pleads, and I instantly am on guard, creeping nearer. I still had time to deal with these goons, buy the spices, and maybe even pick up some shampoo and conditioner as well before meeting Master Fisto at the speeder. 
Taking a breath, grabbing a container of standard salt and pepper with granulated garlic and onion mixed in, I walk toward the counter. 
“Ah, are you, er, ready to check out, miss?” Gastor says, and it’s clear he is uneasy, sweating as he glances between the thugs and me anxiously. 
“Oi! We were here first!” The Twi’lek growls. 
I notice a small blaster in his hand and a knife in the other. 
“I’m sorry, but as your order is not yet ready- -” Gastor says placatingly.
“Get it ready!” The man interrupts angrily. 
“Sir, he said it’s not ready. That’s it. Check back later. I’ve gotta get- -” I’m suddenly grabbed by one of the other thugs (maybe a man from Florum, but maybe not), fingers tight around my throat, and hauled into the air. 
As I choke, I begin to feel something pooling in my gut, in my core, even, like a coiled spring. 
I instinctively trigger it and find myself suddenly sure of what to do. 
I feel a wave begin at my core, expanding outward and suddenly I am let go and the thugs, as well as Gastor, are pressed against the wall. 
I take a breath and release the wave and they fall. 
Despite being excited by what I had just done (wasn’t that the Force I just used to push these thugs back?), I walk calmly forward. I wasn’t quite done with them. “Gastor here said your order wasn’t finished.” I begin. “So you will return home to wait patiently for it and return when he tells you it is ready. I hear of you bothering him again, and I will not hesitate to return.” 
The thugs cower away from me. “What’re the Jedi doing here?” I hear one whimper as they take off running, bumping into each other trying to get out of the door. 
“You’re training to be a Jedi?” Gastor asks, breathless in shock. 
I nod. He’d never asked and I never volunteered that information. 
Uncle Obi says it’s not the Jedi way to broadcast who we are. We are humble servants of the Republic and peacekeepers. That is all. 
“Sorry I didn’t tell you. We’re not supposed to broadcast it.” I explain and hand him the credits needed for the seasonings. 
“That’s alright. I should have guessed. You’re wearing Jedi robes, after all.” 
I chuckle. “Assumptions often lead us astray, Gastor. Anyway, thanks for the seasonings. I use it on my food at the Temple.” I lean in conspiratorially. “They don’t season their food at all. It tastes so bland!” 
Gastor laughs and shoos me away. “Well, don’t let me keep you away from the Temple any longer. And thank you for your assistance with those pests. They come in demanding cheap spices in bulk. I can’t keep this up.” 
I sigh. “They should leave you alone, but tell me if they come back when I restock.” I call over my shoulder and wave as I leave. 
I spot Master Fisto a ways away. The shop with the lotion was the same shop I got my shampoo and conditioner, so I walk over to him. 
“There you are. Did you find suitable spices?” He asks. 
“Yes, I did.” I reply. I felt the news of my use of the Force bubbling up, but something told me it might be better to wait til we were back at the Temple. 
“Good. We’ll pick up the last things we require and return before we’re missed.” Fisto says and I jog lightly over to the bottles of hair products, grabbing the ones I typically use. It was nothing fancy, just cheap products to serve their purpose. Plus, they were very cheap. 
Once Master Fisto and I are through with our purchases, we walk together toward our transport. “There’s something you want to tell me.” Mastesr Fisto muses, chuckling. “What happened in the spice shop?” Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that he already knew something happened in the spice shop. “I saw a few men running from there in terror. Did you see something that happened?” It’s clear he’s teasing, but I humor him. 
“A Jedi stopped them harassing the shop owner, apparently,” I reply. “but I didn’t see them.” 
Fisto laughs, dropping the facade. “Well done, Astoria. It seems you finally unlocked another aspect of your connection to the Force.” 
I nod. “Thank you, Master. They were demanding spice for far cheaper than the owner was selling. I convinced them that wasn’t a good idea. I...don’t know how it happened, but I was able to stop them choking me with the Force.” I explain. “It felt...incredible!” 
“Don’t abuse that power, Astoria.” Fisto cautions. “Practice restraint and only use that power when needed, and you will find yourself the better for it.” 
I nod. “Yes, Master.” 
The transport arrives at the Temple and we walk together, back to our rooms to put our purchased items away. 
Once that’s done, it’s off to another session with Master Yoda. 
This time, however, it seems to go smoother than previous sessions. Whatever I unlocked in the spice shop eases the path toward understanding meditation and using the Force as the instructor says we should be able to. 
Now, I just need practice and I’ll soon be able to manipulate the Force and calm my mind on command. This is amazing! 
“Learned something you have, hmm?” Master Yoda asks, smiling. 
“Yes, Master, I think I have. I went out with Master Fisto to pick up more shampoo and conditioner, among other things, and I ran into some unsavory characters. They were threatening me, even had me by the throat, then something...happened, inside me, and I was able to use the Force to push them back. They ran off once they knew I was in the Jedi Order.” I explain briefly. 
“Good, good, young one. Great strides in your training, you are making.” 
“Thank you, Master Yoda.” 
“Now, perhaps, meditation you can learn, hmm?” 
I chuckle. “I hope so, Master.” I get into position and begin trying to calm my mind and focus on my connection to the force. True to Uncle Obi’s words, it was like a ball of energy, wild and untamed. Reaching out and feeling that same coil in my core that I’d felt in the spice shop, I begin to see the waves of energy focus into beams that lead off into the vastness of the Force. 
I breathe deeply and try to see if I can find other people’s connections. 
Right in front of me, of course, is Master Yoda’s connection. His energy ball was bigger than mine, shining out like a sun with beams also leading out in every direction. 
“Yes, Astoria. These connections you feel, see all of them, you can. With training, see distant places and future events you can.” 
I release my concentration and open my eyes. “Really?” 
“Yes, Astoria, you can. If wills it, the Force does.” 
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kriffingunlucky · 5 years
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modern! 104th x bullied! reader
You walk back to your locker, head lowered and eyes glued to the ground. Your hands clasping the books that you hold to your chest very tightly as you hear people talk about you. You tried to brush it off though, ignoring them. Why pay attention when there’s nothing that you could do about it anyway? It’s not like you were going to stand up to them and tell them to cut it out, that’s not even remotely in the picture.
You glanced to the side while walking by a group of boys, they laughed and talked, playfully shoving each other around. You recognized them as some of the football players, the tough guys who called themselves the Wolfpack, the ones you wouldn’t dare mess with. They were never mean to you, actually, they just kindly left you alone. Not interacting more then when the one with the ponytail, which said you could call him Comet, was fighting with the vending machine because it ‘cheated him his snacks’ and ‘he needs his snacks’. You’d withheld laughter as you’d put in your own dollar, choosing the snack that he did but got stuck, and gave it to him. He thanked you a good five times before leaving with a large grin on his face.
Focusing on the current day, you shake the memory with a small smile. Enjoying the interaction between them, you start to tear your eyes away from them before it was weird that you were staring, but before you could your eyes catch the tallest ones brown orbs. He doesn’t glare but he doesn’t smile, you couldn’t look away though, it felt as if he could see straight into you. Like he could see the fear, anxiety, depression and worry just by looking into your eyes. But he just keeps the eye contact for a moment and then turns back to what he was doing.
Well that was awkward. You think to yourself then freeze at the sight in front of your locker. It was them, the people who continuously made fun of you and pushed you around. The meanest one was directly leaning on the door to your locker as well, not allowing you to avoid interactions with them. You swallowed hard and took a couple steps closer, quietly asking. “Um, could you please move? I need to get to my-”
“Did you say something?” He laughs asking his friend, interrupting you with crossed arms.
“Nah, it must’ve been a pest.” His friend shoots back, making the group of six explode in laughter. Drawing the attention of nearby students.
“Yeah, just a pest. An ugly little bug. One in need of squishing.” One smirks.
“We don’t have time to call the exterminator so I guess I’ll substitute for ‘em.“ The largest cracks his knuckles and walks closer, shoving you backwards.
“I didn’t even do anything to you.” Your voice was shaking slightly as you tried to stand up for yourself, stumbling backwards because of his shove you struggled to catch your balance again.
The girl in the group laughs, placing a hand on her hip. Her nose upturned. “Oh please, you existing is enough to piss me off. You repulsive thing. You carry yourself like you actually look good, but you don’t, you’re so fat and ugly.” She spits and continues, “You always get good grades, but you don’t have any friends do you? Do know why that is? Huh? It’s because you’re annoying, (Y/n).”
“So why don’t I take care of this annoying brat, babe?” The one that towers in front of you coos to the female darkly.
“Oh, that’d be lovely. It’d help a lot of people out.” She replied in the same tone.
Your eyes widen, tears in them as you hold your hands up in defense. “No, no please don’t.”
He didn’t listen though and went to punch your stomach, your eyes snap closed as you tense up. Waiting for the impact you got pretty often but it never came. You slowly open them when you feel someone in front of you, the fist of your attacker in the boys hand. “Try picking on someone your own size.” He growled lowly, shoving the bully backwards easily.
You glanced around and saw that the entire Wolfpack was surrounding you in a protective way. The leader standing in front of you. But the one thing that you noted on all of their faces was that they looked angry, furious. Their jaws clenched and hands balled into fists, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring.
You stepped back slowly, watching the events unfold in front of you. First it was the group of bullies to try and hit them, but the amount of time actually spent equally fighting made you wonder why you were afraid of them instead of the Wolfpack. In the end, it was mostly them just beating the living crap out of the students who had been so mean to you. Once they were satisfied, and many snarky comments were said on top of threats, they let the beaten group scurry away. Comet looked back at you, who stood in shock.
“Are you okay?” He asked in concern, his brown eyes soft as he inspected you for injuries. His face turns into confusion, like he was thinking hard about something then he snaps his fingers. “Hey! You’re that girl who helped me out at the vending machine not too long ago!”
“Uh, I, uh, yes I am. To- to both, both questions.” You stutter, now nervous because all of his friends had walked up to the both of you. Looking at you expectantly.
“Those jerks, I think we taught them a lesson, eh?” The redhead scowls in the direction they ran off to, then looks at you with such a bright smile. “My name’s Boost, and yours is?”
“(Y/n).” You reply, taking a deep breath. Your body still trembling slightly.
“You can call me Sinker.” The white haired one smiles softly.
“And me Wolffe.” The tallest looks down at you, his eyes softening when they meet your teary (e/c) ones.
You slowly nod and look down, trying to find the correct response. You didn’t truly know what to say. They just defended you from the bullies that have been bothering you for a long time. How do you thank them? Could you ever repay it? And why, why did they do this? You’re not worth the fight and trouble they’ll get into for it.
The tears start to run down your face and that makes Comet frown, because he noticed. But before he could say anything your shaking voice is heard. “Why did you do that? You’ll get in trouble! Because of me! I didn’t want you to get in trouble, you helped me and now.. now..”
“Love, listen.” Sinker lifts your chin very gently and makes you meet his beautiful gold eyes. “Don’t apologize, really, it’s nothing. We aren’t getting detention and it’s not your fault. You didn’t ask for that.”
“It’s mostly because Wolffe’s dad, Principle Koon, knows we don’t fight unless it’s needed. So he’ll believe us when we tell him what happened.” Comet adds.
“Or because he spoils his son, either or.” Boost mumbles with a small smirk, looking off to the side. Acting like he didn’t say anything but he still gets a sharp glare from Wolffe.
Sinker rolls his eyes and then focuses back onto yours, his face turning serious but his eyes are full of love. “But even if we were going to get detention, it would be worth it. Nobody deserves that kind of treatment. Especially not such a sweet girl like you. None of us would be angry at you, and if we still look pissed, it’s probably because we’re furious at those bullies. We hate bullying.”
Comet looks at you now, brown eyes full of emotion and yet, you could see how honest he is being. “I myself used to be bullied, until Wolffe stopped it, just like he did for you. I know how you’re feeling right now, but listen, you’re worth what we did. And if I had to fight everyday to make you feel right again, I would. All of us would. These guys gave me the support and love I needed, accepted me and my weirdness-”
“And love it.” Boost cuts in quietly behind him.
“And I know that they will accept you as well. I will start out by doing this, saying this, if anyone is ever mean to you again let us know. And we can send Wolffe to beat the tar out of them and I’ll buy us popcorn to eat while watching. Because if you think his fighting was impressive on school grounds, you should see him fighting in a parking lot.” Comet says with a small smile then lays a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Thank.. thank you.“ You breathe out, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Of course.” Boost and Sinker say in unison, making you laugh slightly.
“It’s my pleasure.” Comet beams, “We mean it. You want to walk and sit with us at lunch?”
You blink away your tears and dry your eyes with the end of your sleeve, nodding furiously. They smile and turn, starting to walk with you. They chatted about the most random things as they walked, not really noticing the looks you were getting from people nearby, well you thought they didn’t.
You felt a nudge against your hand and you looked down, seeing someone’s hand touching yours in an asking way, then looked up at the culprit. Wolffe. You let him take your small hand in his large, warm one. You smile at him, your eyes happy and heart warm. He catches this and turns back to where he was going.
But he smiled at you anyway, slightly, and you caught it from the side. He makes a mental note that he loves how you smile and that he should make effort to see you smile more often. So you both, including the rest of the Wolfpack, walked to lunch.
You’d gained a group of good, close friends that kept their word about protecting you. They uplifted you and took you out to hang out with them. Encouraged and complemented you because you deserved it. They told people off, sometimes beat them up, if they degraded you. You got lots of hugs and smiles, sometimes forehead kisses, because you’re now a part of their pack.
Wolffe’s father, Plo Koon, has basically adopted you as a daughter as well. You’d go to their house and hang out with the boys when not at school, studying with them often.
They loved you, and you loved them.
And that’s all that matters to you anymore.
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honestly don’t ask why I wrote this, because I don’t even know, it took me a little bit today but I got it done. I love my Wolfpack boys very much and thought this would fit nicely! I love notes and reblogs, so thank you to all who have been supporting me! :)) What do y’all want me to write next?? I can do any clone- any setting- I love fluff followed by sadness- I can write what you please just ask!
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muffin-n-waffle · 5 years
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Channy Watches Anime Sometimes And You Should Too: Fall 2018 Edition
I’ve feel like I’ve been trying to make this post for forever, but life has gotten a little busy with Halloween prep and the like. Regardless, this particular season is one of my favorites, and I’m hoping that some of the new anime coming out of this season become some of my favorites as well. With that, let’s get started! I’ll actually be listing these anime from my favorite so far, but as time goes on, my opinion could obviously change. But, without further ado, here we go!
So Many Colors in the Future What a Wonderful World
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In Nagasaki, a descendant of mages, 17-year-old Hitomi lost her sense of color at a young age and grew up lacking emotion. Her grandmother Kohaku, a great mage, sends Hitomi to the past, to the year 2018. There, she spends time with a 17-year-old Kohaku and friends from club activities.
Right now is the perfect time of year to watch something that feels a little...magical. So far this show is super pretty, and I really like the concept too. The pace is a bit slow, but it honestly makes the experience feel more relaxing instead of as if it’s dragging, at least in my opinion. Considering this plo has magic and time travel in it, I’ll be looking forward to see where it goes. 
Run with the Wind
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Kakeru, a former elite runner at high school, is chased for stealing food. He is saved by a Kansei University student Haiji, who is also a runner. Haiji persuades Kakeru to live in the old apartment "Chikuseisou" where he plans to team up with fellow residents to enter Hakone Ekiden Marathon, one of the most prominent university races in Japan. Kakeru soon finds out that all of the residents except for Haiji and himself are complete novices.
So, after giving sports anime a chance last season, I found that I really enjoyed it. Yeah, it’s likely predictable, and often follows the same formula, but usually the shows are super feel good with just the right amount of painful drama on the side to make your heart hurt. I think, actually I know, this is the reason that I can watch animated sports when I can’t really watch them at all in real life. The stakes here seem to feel higher because I get to know the characters along the way, and I feel as if I really have someone to root for. That being said, this anime is awesome so far. The animation is fluid, and the way it’s directed is just so, so beautiful. 
Zombieland Saga
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A typical morning. The usual music. Their normal lives. The peace these seven girls experience will suddenly be destroyed. By the living dead... zombies. A reality that they never wanted a part of, an amazing and terrifying zombie world. They all share one wish: "We want to live." These girls will struggle through this saga, in order to achieve a miracle.
And idol show, but with zombies! Honestly, this show wasn’t even on my radar until I saw a clip of it on youtube, which was from the very beginning of the first episode, and I’m so glad that I decided to pick it up. I feel like this is hilarious commentary on just how terrible life can be for real life idols, but we’ll see how the show ends up playing out. For now I’ve been super happy with it. 
As Miss Beelzebub Likes
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Beelzebub is a great demon lord who rules over several millions of demons. Myurin, who decides to serve the demon lord, learns that not only does Beelzebub lack the poise of a great demon, but is also a laid-back girl who likes fluffy things. Thus begins the daily-life comedy revolving around the many villains in the demon world.
Sure, this show might be about hell and demons, but it’s seriously the cutest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Honestly it’s like a slice of life workplace romantic comedy, and I enjoy the shit out of it every single week. 
Bloom into You
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Yuu has always loved shoujo manga and awaits the day she gets a love confession that sends her heart aflutter with bubbles and blushes, and yet when a junior high classmate confesses his feelings to her...she feels nothing. Disappointed and confused, Yuu enters high school still unsure how to respond. That's when Yuu sees the beautiful student council president Nanami turn down a suitor with such maturity that she's inspired to ask her for help. But when the next person to confess to Yuu is Nanami herself. Has her shoujo romance finally begun?
Y’all I relate to the main character, Yuu, here so much that it’s not even funny. This is mostly because (slight spoiler alert) even when she does get a confession from Nanami, she still doesn’t really feel anything. There’s no flash of light, or punch to the gut telling her that yes, this is the one! She even feels jealous that Nanami can have such feelings. I know in the long run she’s going to feel something for Nanami, but so far it’s been amazing seeing a character like this in a romance anime! Regardless, this has been a really cute shoujo so far, and I can’t wait to see where it leads. 
Seishun Buta Yarou wa Bunny Girl Senpai no Yume wo Minai
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Puberty syndrome – abnormal experiences rumored on the internet to be caused by sensitivity and instability during adolescence. This year, Sakuta Azusagawa, a second-year student at a high school near Enoshima, meets several girls that are experiencing this "puberty syndrome." For instance, he meets a wild bunny girl in the library. She turns out to be an actress on hiatus, Mai Sakurajima, who is also his senior at the school. For some reason, no one else can see this enchanting girl. How did she become invisible...? As Sakuta searches for answers to help Mai, they spend more time together, and he eventually learns of her hidden feelings...
Weird title and weird plot summary, I know, but so far this one has been fairly intriguing. I know it sounds like it’s going to be a harem anime, but with how the episodes have all gone so far, I don’t think thats going to be the case. I really hope not to be disappointed with this one, but we’ll just have to wait and see. 
Tsurune 
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The story follows Minato Narumiya. Minato played Japanese archery in middle school, but after a certain incident, he ran away from the sport. In high school, Minato meets new friends, and together as part of their school's archery club they aim to win the prefectural tournament. 
Another sports anime, and while this one does have a lot of promise due to the fact that it has Kyoto Animation backing it up, there’s something about the pacing that hasn’t quite grabbed me just yet. This one only started a couple of weeks ago though, so there’s still a lot of time for the story to completely take hold of my heart. As a side note, the music in this is really beautiful, and it’s been one of my favorite parts so far. 
Boarding School Juliet 
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The story takes place at Grigio Academy Boarding School where students come from two rivaling countries known as the "Black Dogs" and "White Cats." Persia and Inuzaka are leaders of their respective dorms, but they are secretly in love with each other. Now, they must keep their relationship a secret from other dorm mates while trying to avoid trouble.
In the beginning I was afraid this one was going to be far too melodramatic for me, but thankfully this is taking a comedic route instead of a tragic one. However, something with this anime just isn’t clicking with me despite the fact that I really want to like it. Normally romantic comedies are my favorite genre, but I think the comedy here is what’s not hitting the right notes, at least for me personally. I’m going to stick with this one to see where it goes, but I hope to not be too disappointed by it in the long run. 
Anima Yell!
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The anime centers on Kohane Hatoya, a young girl who loves to be helpful to others. After she moves from middle school to high school, she becomes fascinated with cheerleading, and she starts a cheerleading club at her high school. Joining Kohane in her cheerleading activities is the experienced Hizume and Kohane's childhood friend Uki.
One last sports anime, though this one is so low on the list mostly because I’m not expecting much from it. Overall it’s a cute anime about cute girls doing cute cheers, and it’s been a nice show to unwind with on my Sunday evenings. 
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sanerontheinside · 7 years
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feels
uuuuuum I can’t tell if I drifted thru povs however I felt like it, or if it counts as third-person omniscience, but I will say that having an actual panning camera image of the scene as you write it can be very annoying that way. 
also this is one of the only scenes I have written in full, and it’s been written for some months now, so I’m dropping it here in a moment of extremely questionable decision-making and doing my best not to question the fact that I just posted a major resolution point. 
then again, if this au ever gets written? by the time this scene comes up again it will either have changed significantly, or y’all won’t remember this ever happened, or both. so that’s not so bad. 
@deadcatwithaflamethrower​, @aidava​, hi I blame you for the frankenau
—note: Obi-Wan’s first mission as a Knight leaves him stranded on a planet being invaded and reclaimed by its neighbour world. eventually he does a successful blockade run, only to end up crashlanding on Tatooine. that is where Qui-Gon and Anakin find him. to skip over a lot more detail, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are eventually partnered again, and Anakin becomes their shared Padawan. Also Offworld subsidiaries reappear, which throws everyone for a loop. 
He awoke with his throat raw from a scream he couldn’t remember the reason for, which was frustrating. When the Force chose to make itself known, it wasn’t usually so skittish, but this time he had to go digging for the nightmare that had prompted this rude awakening.
“Obi-Wan?”
Shit. “Sorry, Qui-Gon. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He turned, and found himself staring across the encampment at a blearily blinking Jedi Master. Qui-Gon had propped himself up on one elbow on his pallet, his hair spilling over his shoulders in a sleep-tousled mess, deep blue eyes unfocused in the firelight. It was a surprisingly endearing sight, and Obi-Wan mustered an apologetic half-smile for waking him to cover the feeling of warmth he felt bloom in his chest.
“Bad dreams?” Qui-Gon asked, voice deep and sleep-roughened.
Obi-Wan bit his lip, gaze turning inward to finally track down the thread he’d nearly lost just now. “Bandomeer,” he said at last. “I hadn’t thought about that in a long time.”
“Offworld.” When he looked up again, Qui-Gon looked grieved. “Haven’t had to think about that in a long time.” He shifted, then gave Obi-Wan a shy look and raised the corner of his blanket in invitation.
Obi-Wan didn’t let himself think—simply got up, collecting his own blanket and draping it over his Master before settling in under his arm. The easy pressure of Qui-Gon’s breath at his back, the protective limb across his chest pulling him in and holding tight for a moment before relaxing—this comfort, this sense of safety was not one he’d had the chance to feel in long years.
In the Temple, the nightmares eased in Qui-Gon’s quarters, which still felt more like home than his assigned rooms. He ended up on that couch more often than not, and when he did cry out in his sleep—after missions gone horribly or with visions creeping into his dreams—Qui-Gon was there, running his hand through Obi-Wan’s hair and whispering comforts.
Here, though, the entire compound was saturated with a feeling of unease, and it leached into the surrounding woods. They’d wandered off as far as they’d dared, set up a campsite, but apparently not far enough. Obi-Wan’s dream had so unsettled him that his heart still beat rapidly in his chest. After a few moments, as the adrenaline drained away, he felt cold and a fine tremor ran through his body.
Behind him, Qui-Gon sighed deeply. “I think we’ll be awake for some time yet, Obi-Wan. Come on, up—let me stir the fire.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t help a faint, shiver-broken chuckle as he shifted to sit alongside his Master, pulling one of the blankets around his shoulders. “Staying awake with the nightmare-plagued Padawan again. Between Anakin and myself, it’s a wonder you’ve gotten any sleep in the last few years.”
“Sleep is something of a privilege rarely afforded to Masters with Padawans,” Qui-Gon informed him, the fond smile he threw over his shoulder warming Obi-Wan better than the struggling campfire.
Qui-Gon finally moved back to their nest of blankets, shifting until he sat shoulder to shoulder with the Knight. “I never meant to take on another Padawan,” he mused softly.
The remark that caught Obi-Wan entirely by surprise. “Qui-Gon?”
His former Master turned half-amused, half-regretful blue eyes on him and studied him calmly. “Certainly not Anakin.”
Obi-Wan tried to shake off the confusion he felt. “But—a nine-year-old boy, never trained to control his emotions, and so strong in the Force—he could put out a sun if he thought about it hard enough. We couldn't just ignore him.”
“Yes.” Qui-Gon looked back at the fire in the centre of their camp, flickering and popping loudly in the gaps between speech. He was seized with a sudden melancholy. “The Council displayed an unusual lack of common sense.”
Obi-Wan snorted. “Not so unusual, these days.”
Qui-Gon’s smile was a fleeting thing. “It was a desperate bluff, claiming Anakin as my Padawan.”
He felt Obi-Wan go very still against him, so he pressed on quickly before his agitation could choke him. And his profound shame, too, for the desperation that had coloured his bid to secure Anakin’s future.
“I hoped either Mace or Yoda, or maybe Plo, might dismiss my claim, and take on Anakin themselves.” He sighed and disturbed the blankets in a small ruffle, reaching up to drag his hands over his face. “Worked like a charm,” he added, with humourless laugh. Qui-Gon was not bitter, not in the least.
His former Padawan was staring at him, and Qui-Gon wasn't sure he wanted to know what the expression on his face held.
“I thought you—" Obi-Wan broke off with a slight cough. “You were bluffing?”
Qui-Gon glanced up at last, startled by the disbelief in the exclamation—and more, by some unnamed emotion caught behind tight shields that threatened to wrench itself out of Obi-Wan’s grasp. It almost felt like an old injury pulling at his attention again.
Obi-Wan was grappling with the elder Master’s admission and finding it rather difficult to contend with. “That was not the time, Qui-Gon!” he sputtered at last.
“There was no time, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said softly. “The Council refused to accept Anakin outright, which was completely ridiculous—as though an untrained Force Sensitive of his potential could be any less dangerous than a Sith. I needed them to agree, at least to not turn him away.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think to warn you. I didn’t think—couldn't imagine—it would come to that. And I would have explained, afterward, but then—"
Then Naboo. That silent, strained trip through hyperspace, the careful way in which Master and Padawan had avoided each other. Qui-Gon’s features twisted with regret.
“Anakin was a joy to teach, and when you vanished he was the only one left to ground me in reality. It wasn't an easy time for us,” he added with a wry, strained attempt at a smile. “Thank all the little gods we found you, you helped us through so much.”
Obi-Wan shook his head, turned back to stare at the flames again. “Can't say I gave you a chance to say anything.”
Those beautiful blue-green eyes turned inward thoughtfully, and Obi-Wan absently bit at his lip. Then, apropos of nothing he said, “I wanted to ask you if we could remain partnered after my Knighting.”
Qui-Gon shifted in surprise. “Why didn't you?” He watched as the younger man looked away and his shoulders twitched in an aborted shrug, clearly fighting with himself. “Please, Obi-Wan, don't be afraid to tell me.” The flicker of a pained glance in his direction was enough to cause a physical twinge in him, and the silence weighed heavily on Qui-Gon’s mind.
“I thought you didn't want me,” Obi-Wan said at last, quietly. A barely audible hitch in breath escaped Qui-Gon’s control. “Though if truth be told, I was very grateful you weren’t with me on that mission. Nak was—hm. ‘Frustrating’ doesn’t begin to cover that level of Sith hells.”
Qui-Gon scoffed. “My Obi-Wan, better with you to all Sith hells than ever without you. I don't—" he hesitated a moment. “You thought I wouldn't want you?”
The younger Knight curled into himself, feeling small under the weight of that intent gaze. “I didn't realise you were bluffing. You told them I was ready for my Trials, but I didn't feel ready.”
At Qui-Gon's continued silence, Obi-Wan finally dragged his eyes up to meet his former Master's gaze, heart almost shuddering to a stop at the expression he saw there.
“You were long ready, Obi-Wan,” he said solemnly. “I, on the other hand, had done you a great disservice. I trusted you with every mission, and you’d long since been carrying the responsibilities of a Knight, but I thought—I thought I could protect you. I thought I would not lose you if I kept you close.” His attempt at a self-deprecating chuckle sounded pitifully broken even to him. “I didn't realise you'd think of my recommendation for you Trials as a dismissal. But then, how could you not? It was abrupt, presented completely without finesse.”
Qui-Gon broke off and closed his eyes, dragged in a shuddering breath and held it for a count of seven. “We didn't have the finest of beginnings. Old fool that I am, I thought the last few years with our rhythm, our partnership, our bond and the strength that it had—”
“You shut me out, I didn't know what to think.” Obi-Wan shrugged, without a tinge of bitterness.
“Ah.” Obi-Wan glanced up, saw Qui-Gon flinch. “That was—forgive me—"
Obi-Wan watched his former Master stutter to a halt with every false start. Here was a man usually so eloquent, always one to use words to their greatest effect, now incapable of saying something that must have weighed heavily on his mind for a long time.
He reached out and rested a hand over the other man’s, tracing delicate circles over smooth, soft skin. “Qui-Gon?”
“Obi-Wan.” Deep blue eyes opened, gaze intense, and locked with Obi-Wan’s. “There is not a single thing you could ever do that would have made me deny you as my apprentice then, nor now as my Knight-partner and friend.”
“Then why did you block the training bond?”
Qui-Gon winced, but he didn’t look away. “Your nightmares, Obi-Wan.”
“The visions?” Obi-Wan pulled back, surprised. “I—they bled through?”
Qui-Gon shook his head. “Only once, when you were still too afraid of losing your place at my side to tell me what they were. I sat with you that night.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “I remember.”
“I was always aware of them, even when I did not see them. I remembered them, and I could always tell when they started again. As they did before Naboo.”
The look of frank astonishment on Obi-Wan’s features melted into an aggrieved smile. “You always tell me to live in the moment, and yet that time you chose to listen to visions? What exactly were you thinking of when you blocked me out? What is it that you finally listened to?”
It was some time before Qui-Gon could answer that. His body betrayed him even as his mind tried, needed to get the words out. His throat constricted, refused to give way for any more than a tight pained sound. He let his head fall back, face upturned to the starry sky but eyes unseeing. The stars blurred, distant pinpoints washing out into silvery spots.
“From the moment I faced the Zabrak on Tatooine, I knew what your visions were trying to tell you.”
He heard a sharp intake of breath. Obi-Wan froze, muscles iron-tense all along Qui-Gon’s side, but his voice, when he spoke, was low and wrought of perfect calm. “The figure in black and red.”
“I could barely hold my own against him then, I knew I couldn’t hold him alone on Naboo. Maybe just long enough to weaken him, long enough to let you finish the fight and guarantee your survival.”
Silence. The Force, somewhere, roiled with emotions, but those emotions were all Qui-Gon’s. Obi-Wan hid himself away so well under his shields, Qui-Gon couldn’t sense even a whisper of what he must have felt. He’d imagined anger, which he well deserved. He’d imagined grief, even. But of all the things he might have expected, he’d never even imagined this death-still, accepting calm. A sudden intense pain flared in his chest, a depth of fear and loss he could not even begin to fathom, and he nearly curled into it.
And as if that were the sign for him to let go, Obi-Wan all but exploded. “Dammit, Qui-Gon! What did you always tell me? ‘Live in the Moment, Padawan, the future is always in motion, focus on the here and now’. And then you go and run ahead to face that thing alone. I thought I wasn’t good enough to fight at your side, that I’d failed you, lost your trust. You knew it would kill you, and you thought that would be better than—"
“Better than watching you die, Obi-Wan.”
The quiet words brought him up short, it seemed. Again, Qui-Gon wasn’t sure what to think, but at least the air between them wasn’t frozen still in total impassivity.
He drew a shaky sigh and turned his head away. “Three years later, you still hadn’t returned from a mission that had gone badly sideways, and I was forced to face my greatest fear anyway.”
For a long moment there was nothing but quiet again. He thought Obi-Wan might have dozed off, letting the confession hover over them like the heavy weight it had been all these years. What was a few more hours, anyway, before Obi-Wan was driven from the warmth of their nest of blankets by the morning light—before they never spoke of this again?
Then Qui-Gon hissed, startled, as a cold nose found its way into the join of neck and shoulder, and icy hands burrowed into his robes. “Obi-Wan?” he rasped, bewildered.
Hot tears on his skin, against his cheek, silent shudders wracking the body that pressed close to him. Qui-Gon let out a quiet keening noise at the feeling that wound itself around his chest and squeezed, and pulled Obi-Wan closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the quivering body, one hand sliding up into the copper hair and tightening on the nape of his neck.
It might have been an hour later, drifting on the edge of sleep, swollen, aching eyes soothed by the night cold, that he just barely heard Obi-Wan’s vehement whisper, “Don’t ever do that again, Qui. Promise me.”
Qui? he thought, the smallest smile twitching at his lips. “I promise,” he whispered, solemn.
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