#ahsoka angst

[zoeykallus]

if your comfortable with it, could you do some ashoka x fem reader angst? and then cuddles?

i love your work! have a great day!

Aloha!

Sure, I love Ahsoka 😊

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-shot - Coming Home

Angst/Fluff/Comfort

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This is the part of your being together that you hate, waiting for Ahsoka to return from one of her Fulcrum missions. This uncertainty of if and when she will come back to you, every time, is nerve-wracking. Often she can't even check in from the road, sometimes you don't know for days if she's still alive.

You're almost sure you're going to break at some point, but you definitely don't want to give up on your relationship.

You are so relieved when you look out the window and see Ahsoka's shuttle landing. Expectant and impatient, you rush to the door, yank it open, and run out toward the shuttle. As Ahsoka steps out of the shuttle, however, your smile fades. The expression on the former Jedi's face is somber, melancholy.

"What happened?" you ask softly as she stands before you.

Ahsoka shakes her head ponderously, walking past you to the small hut that currently serves as your shelter. You follow her anxiously, closing the door behind you both and watching as she paces restlessly.

"Ahsoka, please talk to me. You've been gone so long. What's wrong?"

She looks at you and there is a deep pain in her gaze that you can hardly bear. Ahsoka is usually anything but easily upset. You're seriously worried.

"I found my former master," she says softly.

You blink and frown questioningly.

"That's good, isn't it? He's alive? Shouldn't you be happy?"

Again, the beautiful Togruta just shakes her head, rubbing her temples as if she has a headache.

"I suspected it," she says, "sensed it, but chose not to believe it, but now I know for sure."

Helpless and worried, you ask her, "What are you talking about, dear?"

"Skywalker is Vader," she says somberly, her hands clenched into fists, the expression on her face a mixture of helplessness and anger.

You're at a loss for words at first. You can barely grasp the significance of this statement, how hard this realization must hit Ahsoka.

"Oh 'Soka," you say softly and reach for her hands, gently unclenching her fists to hold her hands.

"I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't left the Order, maybe I could have stopped it".

You place a hand under her chin and gently but firmly force her to look at you, holding the gaze of her beautiful blue eyes with yours. Her beautiful face is right in front of yours and as always you can't help but admire how gorgeous she is, even in this doubtful, sad state, as if nothing could take away from her natural elegance. At first sight she seems so delicate, but you know that inside this pretty shell there is an upright fighting spirit, a skilled warrior. But even the strongest fighters need comfort and guidance now and then.

"Don't do this Ahsoka, this 'what if' road is a dead end. You were a Padawan, he was a trained Jedi Master, he made that decision alone."

Ahsoka says quietly, "He needed me and I let him down".

"That's not true. You made a decision, one that was right and important to you. At no point were you responsible for Skywalker's decisions or his career"

Ahsoka sighs softly, moves closer and wraps her arms around your middle, leaning her head against yours. The embrace is tender and yet also yearning for comfort. You know that she is really suffering right now, not knowing how to deal with what she has experienced.

"I need you now," she says almost in a whisper.

You smile softly, relieved and glad that she seeks comfort from you. You return the embrace tenderly and say, "I'm right here with you, 'Soka."

You hold each other for quite a while before retreating to the sofa bed, snuggling into one of the blankets, snuggled together, talking for quite a while. It's not easy, but you manage to keep Ahsoka from dissolving into self-doubt.

Ahsoka's head is on your shoulder, one of your arms wrapped around her, one of her legs hooked under yours. She takes your hand and gently kisses the back of it.

"What would I do without you?"

You laugh softly and say, "Probably take on way too much responsibility."

"Probably," Ahsoka agrees quietly.

After a while of silence, she suddenly says, "I don't regret leaving the Order. If I hadn't, I probably never would have met you. You know how much you mean to me, don't you?"

You tenderly hug her a little closer and hum contentedly.

"I know, 'Soka, I feel the same way," you finally say softly.

She giggles as you gently place a kiss between her montrals.

"That tickles"

"I know," you say, amused, and graze the same spot again.

Ahsoka turns and leans over you, she smiles then gently leans her forehead against yours and says, "I'm so glad I have you. Even if you are quite cheeky sometimes. Coming back to you, always feels like coming home, no matter where we are"

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[thatoneclumsyjedi]

After leaving the Order, Ahsoka managed aroud the lowest levels of Corusant. She befriended minor criminals and understood the resentment poorer civilians had against Jedi and politicians.

After experiencing poverty for a while (bc this girl is 16 and has no money and mostly military skills), she doesn't just understand, but can't help but agree.

When she sees them again, and sees the Order has not changed at all, she is immediately angry because they are so disconnected from the average person and can't even see it.

[skylariumrose]

Vices and Virtues

Envy & Pride

Summary:

Ahsoka knows how prestigious her lineage is – even if a Jedi isn’t supposed to focus on that – but watches and wonders how she could ever measure up to them.

Wondering what was ever seen in her to be given a spot amongst them.

New Part for the first week of the new year 😉

Part 8 of my ‘Obi-Wan gets a second padawan’ series entitled Of Blasters and Sabers, and the Words in Between.

[fanfictasia]

https://www.wattpad.com/1252157196-by-my-side-chapter-16-denial

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13889731/16/By-My-Side

[endoplight]

The Hunt I just couldn't help myself, had to draw a scene of Sabine and Shin facing off against Abeloth. Hope yall don't hate me for this. XD

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[johkku]

In my arms she dies…

[kaijubyte]

"I can't wait to go home."

[bloatedandalone04]

When Faced with Darkness

➪the one where you and anakin reunite years after he turned to the dark side.

Warnings: angst, that’s really it, anakin being manipulative, just a short fic because i was feeling inspired to write something like this

Word Count: 1.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ Thank you for 3.3k follwers MWAH

“Call out to me,” you hear his unmistakable voice say again. You glanced around at your surroundings, finding nothing but the emptiness of your old room at the temple. Your old shared room, the one you hid away in with Anakin. That room had long since been destroyed, so you couldn’t quite figure out how you were back in it, or question where all the furniture went before he spoke again. “Let me in. Call out to me, angel.”

Angel.

Your heart faltered at the name and you peered out into the darkness, seeing nothing at all, but feeling that he was close by. Anakin. “Come to me,” you requested in a quiet voice, his presence growing stronger with each passing second. “Come find me.” 

Though your words were faint, they echoed around the room and called back to you as a tall figure emerged from the shadows a few steps away. “I’ve found you,” he spoke and you turned around quickly, your eyes meeting his almost immediately. 

His voice was a mix of himself and someone else, but his appearance was exactly what you remembered it looking like. The scar on his cheek, the flow of his hair, his teasing smirk, everything. “Anakin,” you murmured, a grin breaking out on your lips as he inched closer, his head tilted as he, too, observed you. “Is it…is it really you?”

He stepped towards you, a hum bubbling in the back of his throat as he held his hands behind his back. “Who else would it be?” He teased in his soft yet enticing voice.

It never failed to draw you into him. 

Maybe that is why you were here now, because you weren’t as strong as you needed to be. Not when it came to him. 

It looked like him, sounded like him, even felt like him, but Anakin is gone. He’s been gone for a long time now, and what replaced him was a darkness that even the brightest star couldn’t shine through. 

Still, you couldn’t help but let yourself fall into a state of denial, wishing that this was real, that he was back and was as desperate for you as you were for him. It wasn’t hard, seeing as he looked the exact same as before, just more stoic. More dark and intimidating than he had ever appeared in all the years you’d known him. 

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly, watching as he walked around you in slow circles, his eyes raking up and down your form as if he was trying to remember how you looked under your gown and robe. “I’m not sure what’s real anymore.”

Anakin stopped in front of you, his smirk fading into a teasing smile as his gloved hand reached for your wrist. “Look around you,” he softly ordered, watching as you obeyed him without any hesitation. You were still his obedient, sweet girl. “This is our room, isn’t it? The one we shared together.”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head quickly. The room was the same, but it was just empty, so void of love and care and secrecy. You couldn’t bear to think about the last time you were in this room, back when you were at your happiest and had everything to look forward to. 

Back when Anakin was still here and hadn’t given himself up. When he didn’t let himself slip further and further to a one way destination. 

But he was here, right in front of you and giving you the same look he always did when you weren’t feeling like yourself and needed comfort. It was the same look, but it wasn’t him. 

You hadn’t even noticed that piece by piece, the furniture began to fill the room, mirroring the way it looked before. 

Your head felt like it was spinning, but Anakin’s grip on you tightened to ensure you wouldn’t fall. “Now look at me,” he quietly demanded. “Look at me.”

“It’s not real,” you admitted to yourself, despite your heart screaming at you, begging you to give in and let him do whatever he wanted to you. This was better than not having him at all. “It’s not…”

But he hushed you, “Y/n,” he spoke sternly, that same, much deeper voice from before creeping back in alongside his own. You hadn’t heard him say your name in so long, you had almost forgotten what it sounded like. “Look. Look at me.”

You always were weak when it came to him. Lifting your head, you meet his eyes, briefly glancing into the ones of a sith before you let yourself drown in the orbs of blue. Releasing a long sigh of relief, you let your tense body relax under his gaze, rendering yourself to him almost completely. 

“Good. That’s good,” he praised, keeping his hand wrapped around your wrist as he moved it upwards. Placing your palm flat against the left side of his chest, his burning gaze never faltered as he pressed himself against your hand. “Feel me. Feel that I am here, with you, in our own room.”

Your head told you to pull away and run for the nearest exit, but you couldn’t see anything past all the shadows. All you could see is the apparition of your lover, who you lost ages ago. “Anakin,”

“Feels right, doesn’t it?” He asked, a small, barely there hint of mockery in his tone as he removed his hand from around your wrist and allowed you to keep your own pressed against his heart. “Feels just like before.”

You stifle a surprised cry, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Why are you here? Why now?” 

His expression softened, but it was just an act. A way to tear your walls down and rip apart the growth and healing you’ve endured since losing him. You should, but you can’t bring yourself to push him away. You can’t bring yourself to not give in to him.  “Because you needed me,” he answered simply. “Because you still need me.”

You shake your head but don’t pull away when he places his hands on your hips. The coolness of his glove sends a shiver up your spine, a repressed groan of longing slipping past your lips. 

“And I still need you,” he added, daring to step closer to you and successfully invading your space. He made it his own as he reached his left hand up to caress the side of your face. “We’re one in the same, angel. We always have been.”

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth before he is covering it with his own. His lips envelop yours softly at first, but the gentle kiss grows stronger, a certain sinister feeling slipping from him to you, but you don’t pull away. 

You grip his shoulder and cry a call of his name when he breaks the kiss. “Anakin,”

He grins down at you, a wicked and twisted sight right before your very eyes. “I know,” he consoles, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead and gripping the sides of your face much tighter than before, but it only leaves you wanting more. 

How unfortunate of you to be so weak when faced with the embodiment of true darkness. 

“I know,” he repeats his words, sliding his hands down so they’re pressing against the base of your throat. “Now, give in to me.”

[captainkirkk]

My favourite "Qui-Gon Jinn Lives AUs" are when he doesn't even show up until part-way through the fic, but everyone else takes one look at him and then decides "This explains so fucking much about why Obi-Wan is the way he is"

[graylinesspam]

She's never been so close to the front before. Ahsoka is 14 years old. she's been a padawan for a month and on her first day she hid in a box while enemy troops marched over her.

On her first day, she blew up their shields, disabled their communications, and subsequently ended an entire month-long siege that freed a planet of innocent civilians.

Today is not her first day. it's day twenty-eight actually. Twenty-eight days since she became a padawan learner and she has never been this close to death before.

Explosive shells rain down from the sky, striking the ground and throwing dust and debris in her eyes. she doesn't actually know where she is except that its somewhere she probably should't be.

maybe the worst part Is that she is alone. she's seen glimpses of white armor in the chaos, some running beside her or ahead of her. but they were all too far away to speak to. She never did get a comm. they didn't have any that would fit on her wrist. Anakin said he'd ordered a few in her size. they'd come in with the next resupply. but for now, she didn't have any way of contacting anyone.

The explosions seem to be getting closer to her location but with the ringing in her montrals it's hard to tell. She knows that her feet have grown more unsteady but there's no way to tell if that's due to the ground quaking beneath her or the fatigue growing in her limbs.

another shell lands and nearly throws her to the ground. the immediate bloom of heat across her body answers the question of where they are dropping. Before Ahsoka can reorient herself there's an arm wrapping itself around her middle and hauling her backward away from the blast.

"We have to take cover," the trooper yells. it's the first familiar and measurable sound she's heard in hours. and it makes the explosions sound louder by comparison.

He drags her back through the dust somehow navigating to some kind of rock formation. She can't see much of it through all the dust in the air but she can make out where some of the structure has been blasted off, blackened shards left facing her.

"Where are we going?" she shouts back.

"Here," he responds. "Can't push any further. the only way back is through no man's land. can't risk it."

He wedges them into the rock as far from the blackened crater's face as they can push before the path ends at a sheer rock that they're stuck with their backs pressed against.

"So we just stay here? for how long?"

"As long as it takes."

Ahsoka squirms. He'd pressed her down into the far corner and sat between her and the battlefield. His body pressed against her shoulder to hip. His form obscured hers completely.

"Do we have to stay like this? can't I stretch?"

His hand comes up to cover her mouth. The shake of his helmet was distinct against the side of her head. "There's droid patrols. we have to stay low and quiet."

When Ahsoka quieted her breathing and listened she could hear the slightest clanging of droids between the explosions.

A sensation of entrapment washed over her, with the plastoid digging into her side and the rock on the other. with the sounds of explosions in two directions and the clanking of droids between them. And with her own efforts to choke down her breaths as quietly as possible. she could feel the panic spreading through her blood.

It was not her first day, but it was the first time she was in this position. And she didn't know the first thing about how to handle it.

Despite her best efforts, her breath came faster through the cracks in his fingers. His hand grew tighter pinching her skin as the clanking grew closer. She could see them in flashes as the shells exploded and flashed hot light through the filthy air, soiled with dirt and death. the shadows of the enemy were cast onto the stone parallel to them.

His body pressed harder into her crushing her against the rock trying to compress the two of them into the smallest space possible.

She couldn't count her heartbeats through the pounding in her ears. nor her breaths through his hand. Every calming exercise the jedi had taught her was useless in the face of this.

But as their shadows had grown shorter and clearer they again grew tall and blurry as the danger passed. in minutes the hand he'd used to gag her fell back away, the exposure leaving her pallid skin burning.

"Sorry." was all he said as he finally leaned away, the barest space between them now. his helmet fell back against the wall with a sound almost as quiet as his relieved breath.

She gasped in grimy breaths until she could feel her heart slow into a healthier rhythm.

She isn't sure exactly when night falls. only that it swallows the already dark battlefield in an all-consuming blackness. And still the blinking explosions try in vein to burn it away.

The time passes slowly. or maybe not at all. it's agonizing.

All the joints in her body ache from being folded in the same position for so long. And her lungs burn from the smoke and grime. Still, they wait for the battle to wane.

Again the droids come and go their shadows less prominent as the shells slow their rain. but it only makes the sound of their enemy louder and longer. They sit in tense silence as they listen to them.

Sometimes when the clanking gets loud her hand tightens over his arm guard tension turning her fingers to claws. His hand pats her own arm back in a gesture of reassurance.

She begins to nod off despite everything. Not even the stress in her veins was able to keep her system running forever. still, her sleep is light and she's jolted from it at every suspicious noise.

Ahsoka can't tell if he's sleeping at all under that helmet. But her self-appointed guard doesn't move from his spot as her shield. Not for what must have been hours.

As the fight finally wanes, she finally fades into a real sleep. Unsure how much of the night remains. It's blaster shots that startle her awake. She's sure she's not the only one because his body jolts hard into hers. His hand is already over her mouth before she can draw a breath to scream.

There's a droid standing within sight. it scans across the rocks, blaster raised and ready. The metallic thudding of the rest of its party just out of sight.

The two of them scramble up quickly. The trooper raised his rifle and fired back at the droid. the shot echoed loudly off the stone and the droid's body fell with a clamor to the ground.

"Run," he shouted facing back towards the sound of the other droids as Ahsoka booked it from their hiding place.

She could hear the pound of his boots behind her and the sound of the pursuing droids. Shots rang out from two kinds of blasters as they scrambled toward the no man's land. though the explosions had petered off to nearly nothing the air was still thick and the visibility low. Ahsoka counted that a mark in their favor since they'd be crossing a flat wide expanse in the enemies line of sight with zero back up.

The barest rays of the early morning light were her only guide. She knew it rose from the opposite side of their camp. it she simply ran into it, she'd get to safety eventually.

That was easier said than done with the ground pocked with craters and their displaced stone loose under her boots.

Somehow the sound of droids was only growing louder despite the low visibility. Her breaths grew loud and desperate and she could barely hear the trooper's steps behind her anymore. "Keep going!" he shouted.

The sound of blaster fire picked up and Ahsoka threw everything she had into her sprint. Every inch of energy and all the power she had in the force pushed her forward. She struggled to stay upright as rocks rolled under her feet.

She was startled as she broke through the dust cloud and could see the camp coming into sight. Other troopers were already gathered at the edge, craning their helmets to get a look at what was making all that noise. Rifles aimed in her direction.

But as they caught sight of her two broke away from the line and rushed forward with their rifles lowered. They jogged to her and grabbed her by either arm, dragging her into camp and behind the line of soldiers still aiming their blasters into the dust cloud.

Ahsoka dug her heels in when they tried to drag her away. She craned her neck to catch a glimpse between the line of soldiers.

The next figure that broke through the cloud was not the trooper, it was a droid. And it was executed on sight by what had become a firing squad. Another droid went down, then another, again and again.

Ahsoka didn't count them all. She just knew there were too many. too many droids.

Eventually, she was dragged away.

Anakin was relieved to have her back.

when the dust settled down to the ground again Ahsoka walked through the battlefield. But she couldn't tell one set of armor from another.

Ahsoka has been a padawan for one month, and this mission is the first time she has to fill out the casualties section of her mission report. But she realizes very quickly that she has no information to put down.

She doesn't know his rank or his designation number. She doesn't even know his name. There's a whole page of questions asking for identifiers of the clone who lost his life defending hers. And she has to leave it blank.

There is no database that can identify him based on the way he drug her from danger. Or the way he shielded her with his own body. Or kept her calm in the face of imminent danger.

There isn't anyone who can tell her who he was. All that's left of him is a painful memory.

[this-cult-of-dionysus]

WolfWren photo! With a side of hastily drawn angst

[vaehbae]

On a sad note.

Episode 6 of Ahsoka spoilers

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I just have a feeling that Sabine yelling at the Howler about abandoning her was her resentment towards Ezra.

[tonsillessscum]

You don’t understand how devastating I find Shin’s attire . Poor darling is so ragged and has darned and mended the ever-loving hell out of their clothes. And then compare that to anything Sabine or Ahsoka wears.

They have spent so much time on the run, and still take so much pride in their appearance. The little gems in their Padawan braid, the stitching and darning on every part of their outfit, the bleached hair and eyeliner. Idk.

It just makes me tear up at the thought of them finally settling down after weeks without rest , and going through the routine of brushing the bleach on their roots, painting their nails and then sitting down and stitching up the new tears in their clothes.

It’s partly because they need to have some control over some aspect of their life but also because they don’t know the next time they’ll get new clothes.

Crying over the shoulder darning on their cloak

*sobs at the Chappell Roan concert*

[fanfictasia]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14070289/9/Reality-Changer

https://www.wattpad.com/1221891690-reality-changer-chapter-9-lost-in-the-void

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