#plo Koon Dad Of The Year

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Recap of Clone wars

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Obi-Wan: Ahsoka and Anakin are shouting outside

Obi-Wan: Don't you think we should do something?

Plo: You're right, we should.

Plo: [closes the window]

[sunshinesdaydream]

Fox Returns to Kamino

Pairing: Fox x Reader Rating: SFW/ No Spice Warnings: Adoption, very light angst (mostly fluff) Word Count: 608 (the longest one of these yet)

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Fox stepped into the nursery on Kamino. Wolffe had contacted him about a tiny cadet, not even a year standard. One that was originally designated to be a CC.  

Plo Koon had insisted on letting the ages mix as soon as they arrived to help Shaak Ti with arrangements for the cadets. It was the way it was done in the Jedi crèche and felt it would be the most beneficial to the children, especially after working with the troopers as he had. 

So when Wolffe pointed out which child he had been talking about. A cadet that looked to be about five standard was playing with him.   Fox approached as gently as possible. 

“Hello, could you introduce me to your vod?” He asked, kindly. The little cadet obviously panicked, scrambling to his feet and saluting. 

“Sorry, sir,” he said, quickly. 

“No need for that anymore,” Fox said, kindly. 

“Sorry, sir. It’s all new” he responded. The tiny one was grasping his pant leg and was tugging on it as if trying to pull the older child back down to play. 

“It is,” Fox agreed.  “Have you chosen a name yet?”

“No, sir, I’m still too little,” he answered. “I’m CT-8738, and this is CC-5040”

“Relax, ad’ika,” Fox said, sinking to the floor.  The cadet followed his example. He looked at the smaller boy, “hello, ik’aad,” 

The tiny one looked up at Fox quietly, curiously. The cadet handed the tiny back a toy they had been playing with.  Or, what Fox recognized as a toy now. The nanny droids would call them “enrichment objects”.

The toy, a ball, blinked with many colors when thrown by the tiny boy. The cadet caught it, the lights stopping immediately, and handed it back. 

“Is this his favorite game?” Fox asked as the tiny one held the ball out to him.  “Go on, throw it, ik’aad. I’ll catch it,”

The cadet nodded, “He still likes the chewing things, too” as the tiny one hurled the ball with surprising force. 

“What about you?” Fox asked the cadet. “What is your favorite thing to do?”

“Commander Wolffe is teaching us how to play bolo ball. That’s a lot of fun,” the cadet said. “Jedi Master Plo Koon brought us art supplies, I really like drawing. And I really like coming here to play with him,”

‘All things they only have been able to do in the last year,’ Fox thought, before saying, “Sounds like you have been having fun,” 

The tiny one threw the ball back to the cadet and he caught it as he nodded.  He looked up at Fox and said sadly,”you’re taking him with you.”

Fox didn’t even stop to consider it, just went with his gut instinct. Later Plo Koon would tell Wolffe it was the force.

“I don’t think only him,” Fox told the cadet. “Seems like someone this tiny needs a good ori’vod,”

The little cadet’s face lit up and he dove towards Fox, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Really?” He asked. 

“Yes, of course,” Fox said, wrapping an arm around and pulling the cadet closer to him.  ‘No, child, my child’ he thought.

The tiny boy began to fuss, patting at Fox’s leg and reaching.  With a half choked laugh, Fox scooped him up in his other arm. 

You received a comm message from Fox that day. It was a video of Fox, a baby on one knee and what looked to be a five year old on the other. 

The baby was chewing his fist and the older boy was tentatively smiling. Fox was smiling brightly. “Cyare, we’re on our way home,” he said. 

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[antianakin]

@theneutralmime

First off, don't watch the Ahsoka show and even if you do, it's immensely anti-Jedi so none of it should be considered worthwhile content in figuring out how relationships work between the Jedi normally, especially since Ahsoka herself doesn't consider herself OR Sabine Jedi (she doesn't even WANT Sabine to be a Jedi). The only other Master/Padawan relationship in the Ahsoka show is Baylan and Shin who also don't consider themselves to be Jedi.

Here's the thing with "found family" as a concept. A lot of people like putting people into certain labels and going for a basic nuclear family mom/dad/kids kind of set up. But it does not HAVE to be that way. A "found family" can be a bunch of people who consider each other friends, with no familial feelings at all. It can be literally anything.

Rebels does go for more of a sort-of mom/dad/kids deal, particularly with Kanan, Hera, Sabine, and Ezra. Zeb however lives in a somewhat more nebulous gray area where you COULD see him as a fellow "child" in the dynamic, but he doesn't really care for being considered a child during the episode where he and the other Lasat find Lira San and he's clearly older and more experienced than either Ezra or Sabine, so he could just as easily be considered an "uncle" of sorts if you wanted to, or an older cousin or something maybe.

The other thing to consider with Rebels is that, while the group does include two Jedi, none of these relationships would necessarily be typical representations of how Prequels Jedi relationships would have looked or how they would've thought of each other. Kanan and Ezra's relationships to the rest of Ghost crew is impacted by that difference, especially since Ezra specifically did not grow up in the Temple among other Jedi and spent most of his childhood and early teens in a very different situation. And Kanan, by Rebels, would've spent more time WITHOUT any relationships with other Jedi than he would've had WITH them.

So with all of that in mind, I think that the Jedi's relationships aren't NEARLY as clear cut as people seem to want them to be. They're a family, yes, but they're a family that is 10,000 strong at least. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time keeping like less than 50 members of my family straight, what their names are and who they're related to, much less ten thousand people. I think it's very likely that all Jedi would feel a kinship to fellow Jedi, but that they probably don't personally know every single Jedi. In TCW, Ahsoka seems to need to be introduced to Tera Sinube for the first time when she's 14 years old. So while she might see someone like Plo Koon as a closer parental figure, she's not going to feel the same way about Tera Sinube who she barely knows.

I think any Master/Padawan relationship is going to sort-of vary depending on the individuals involved. Some of them might be quite close, some might be more professional. Some might be pretty close in age and so their dynamic leans closer to friends and siblings than it would parent and child. Others might have a larger age gap and so the dynamic could lead closer to parent/child or even grandparent/grandchild. Some of them might shift over time, too, or have layers of more than one of these dynamics. For example, Anakin calls Obi-Wan "the closest thing he's ever had to a father" in AOTC, but Obi-Wan calls him a brother twice in ROTS. So their relationship may have had shades of both dynamics given the age difference, the relationship dynamic could have shifted over time from a more parent/child relationship to a more sibling relationship, or they each may have seen the relationship slightly differently with Anakin looking more for a parental dynamic while Obi-Wan is perhaps going more for a relationship of equals (at least by ROTS). It could be any of these three things combined, too.

There's a comic where Obi-Wan is asked whether Anakin is his son and Obi-Wan responds that no, Anakin is his Padawan, his student. While this isn't strictly canon, I think it fits quite nicely into my interpretation that the Master/Padawan relationship is its own specific kind of dynamic and while it can be SIMILAR to other kinds of relationships, it is very much its own thing. It's not a static relationship, it's not just the Jedi version of parents and children, it is a distinct relationship that changes and grows with the individuals. There is no 1:1 comparison for all Master/Padawan relationships.

As for Ezra and Jacen, you could apply a similar concept. Kanan, much like Obi-Wan with Anakin, fills a parental role for Ezra, but he's also growing and developing ALONGSIDE Ezra and could be considered a younger brother of sorts, too. Jacen is family to Ezra, but I don't think you HAVE to place a particular label on what that dynamic is, whether they'd consider each other like brothers or whether Ezra would be more of an uncle. And it doesn't even have to specifically be defined by their respective relationships to KANAN, either. Jacen and Ezra might come up with their own dynamic that has nothing to do with how they each feel about Kanan and is specific to their own relationship. I don't think you have to be super specific about saying that because Kanan was Ezra's Master, this automatically makes Ezra basically his son and so Ezra and Jacen should consider themselves like brothers and never have an uncle/nephew dynamic. I think Ezra and Jacen can be whatever you want them to be to each other.

[seriowan]

a clan of four (dad!wolffe x mom!reader) (republic victory au)

⭒ summary: wolffe brings his daughters to the jedi temple and comes to terms with a few things about himself, all with the help of his father-figure ⭒ word count: 3.9k ⭒ pairing: dad!wolffe x mom!reader — with special appearances from the wolf pack and plo koon ⭒ rating: G (general audiences) - unless you are not fond of children/parenting; all of this is just fluff, baby fever, and comfort ⭒ a/n: we've finally come to the first edition to the clone dad's series! coming up next is in the line-up is: cody, tech, echo, crosshair, hunter, wrecker, rex, and fives! my inbox is open for dad!clone headcanons — and they might be included in the upcoming fics!

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“Do you remember the rules, Lulu?” 

   Luna bounced up the steps one by one, light-up shoes bursting with every colorful stomp. She held her father’s index finger in a tight grip, swinging his arm as they ventured up to the temple.

   “Yes, papa,” she chirped, reciting Wolffe’s rules like a mantra. “Never leave your eyes. No playing. No screaming. No bothering ba’buir and his friends-” 

   “The Jedi.” 

   “Yes, them,” she muttered, waving him off with a small hand. Wolffe rolled his eyes at her dismissive attitude, the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he once again noticed that she was just like him. Six years old and she already had a fiery attitude that made him want to pinch her cheeks and shower her face with kisses. 

   “You’re missing one more rule, pup,” he added in a hum as they reached the last step. 

   She let go of his hand, gazing up at him with big, round brown eyes. “I am?” 

   He nodded, glancing back down the steps.

   When she followed his gaze, Luna grinned. “Oh! When it’s time to go home, I have to go home. No hiding.” 

   “No hiding,” he repeated with a firm nod, gently settling his hand atop her head. “Got it?” 

   “Got it, papa.”

 -

You took your time gathering your bearings out of your airspeeder before following Wolffe and Luna up to the temple. With the baby strapped to your chest, comfortably babbling in her carrier, you knew it would take you a bit to make sure you had all the baby necessities. The last thing you wanted to do was walk all the way back down the stairs to where Wolffe parked the speeder. 

   Nova didn’t seem to mind. She babbled as babies do, toothless gums munching on her balled fists. As you walked up the stairs, you kept your hand on her back, gazing down at her with the occasional smile. It always made her giggle, soft eyes full of endless love as she peered up at you like you were the most beautiful, comforting thing in the world. 

   Wolffe and Luna were waiting at the top of the steps for you and Nova, identical smiles on their faces when you joined them. 

   Nova’s babbles caused Wolffe to give her a long, subtle gaze. With a gentle finger, he tugged her clenched fist out of her mouth and replaced it with the pacifier clipped to her gray onesie. She accepted it with rushed greed, her mouth opening and devouring the squishy plastic with enough impatience to make him chuckle. 

   While your clan of four momentarily took a pause, a loud gasp suddenly echoed from the open temple doors.

   Donning his gear with his helmet tucked under his arm, Comet immediately broke into a wide grin the moment he saw both of his nieces. Sinker stood to his left with his arms crossed over his chest, a proud smirk on his face, while Boost was on the other side, waving his arms above his head as if trying to flag down the entire family’s attention. 

   “It’s the mini pack!!” Comet laughed loudly as he crouched to a knee, dropping his helmet to hold out his arms wide. “AND LOOK! MY LITTLE LOONIE-MOONIE IS HERE!” 

   “UNCLE COMET!” Luna shrieked happily, letting go of Wolffe’s hand before breaking into a sprint. Her little legs moved swiftly, carrying her to Comet in record-breaking speed before she collided into his chest, sending him flat to the ground. 

   His laughter was loud, echoing all the way into the temple and back as he rubbed the little girl’s head. “Hey, little warrior! Looks like your killjoy pops finally brought you out here again!” 

   She nodded, glancing back as you and Wolffe joined them. “Papa finally let me come after I got in trouble last time.” 

   “Ah.” Comet sucked his lips against his teeth, flashing Wolffe a guilty grin. “Looks like you didn’t like our last game, huh?” 

   “She was missing for two hours ‘cause of your kriffing game,” Wolffe grunted sourly, glaring at his brother. “You should know she takes those games seriously, especially hide-and-seek.” 

   Comet squeezed Luna’s cheeks together, cooing in an overly-affectionate tone. “I know! My itty bitty little niece is the bestest competitor in this galaxy!” His smile dropped when he caught Wolffe’s blank stare. “What? She gets it from you, vod. Remember that story Fox told us about you when you were a cadet-” 

   While Luna broke out in a fit of laughter at Wolffe’s immediate glower, Sinker and Boost both approached you and Nova, lowering their heads to give the baby their undivided attention. 

   “That’s one strong kid, mama bear,” Sinker smirked, teasingly nudging your side. “You tryin’ to bulk her up for a winter storm or somethin’? Preparin’ her for another war?” 

   You chuckled, shaking your head. “She’s got her dad’s appetite. I couldn’t stop her from bulking up even if I wanted to. And I don’t think Wolffe would let me anyway. He likes her chubby cheeks.” 

   Boost laughed, gently offering his finger for Nova’s small hand to grab onto. She smiled around her pacifier, causing both him and Sinker to melt with small aww's. 

   “C’mon,” Wolffe muttered, gently gripping your elbow, “We’ve got to catch Master Plo before the council meeting. Our visit is supposed to be quick-” 

   “Sweet!” Comet bounced up to his feet, taking Luna’s hand in his own. She bounced on the balls of her feet, vibrating with excitement. “We’ll go with you-” 

   Wolffe shook his head. “No. Luna’s here to pay Master Plo a visit and-”  He suddenly paused, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you three supposed to be filling out your ledgers back at the barracks?” 

   Comet’s eyes widened and he offered a grim, humorless chuckle. Sinker immediately cleared his throat and put his helmet on. Booster put his hands behind his back and subtly turned on his heel, whistling as he started strolling toward the steps of the temple. 

   Glancing down, Comet gave Luna an apologetic smile. “Looks like we’ve gotta finish our game some other time, loonie-moonie.” 

   Luna’s brows pinched, wounded eyes flicking up to Wolffe. “But papa-” 

   Wolffe slowly arched a brow and she clamped her lips shut, sagging her sad shoulders. Comet sighed, gutted by her dejected expression. “Hey, I’ll see you later, okay? Give Uncle Comet a bit and I’ll try to be back before you head home, okay? If I don’t make it, I’ll try to drop by your house if your parents think that’s okay.” 

   Hopeful eyes flickered between you and Wolffe, both from Luna and Comet. 

   Wolffe grimaced, glancing at you to silently ask for your opinion. You smiled, nodding. With a sigh, he gave in and muttered, “Get your gear checked and you can stop by tonight for dinner.” 

   Luna took Comet’s hand, bouncing up and down in excitement. “Mommy’s making rainbow noodles!” 

   Comet returned the sentiment with equal enthusiasm, guiding her jumps up and down until she was breathless with laughter and heaving for air. When he let go and finally started walking back towards Sinker and Boost, he waved goodbye, shouting, “See you later, loonie-moonie!” 

   Luna waved. “Bye, Uncle Comet!” 

   While the two shared a brief but competitive game of who could wave the hardest, Wolffe turned towards you, his attention returning to his baby. His touch was gentle, full of hesitation and care as he scooped Nova out of her carrier and held her to his chest. The lack of armor allowed the one year old to curl into her father’s warm chest, cooing happily as her curious eyes bounced all around. 

   You were smiling without realizing it. It happened a lot, those subtle looks of love offered when Wolffe was oblivious to them, but it happened more often now that he was a father of two. When Luna was born, he could hardly hold her without being as stiff as a shiny on his first day in the field. He handled his firstborn as if she was glass, too afraid to touch or hold her with his battle-worn hands. 

   It took time for him to adjust to fatherhood, but Luna and Nova melted away all of the fears and insecurities that he had, turning him into a mother bear and protective guardian. He watched over his girls like a hawk, all while giving Luna the space she needed to find her own footing and personality in the world. 

   Now, they were his prized creation. He carried Luna like she was weightless, raising her above his head to bring her closer to the clouds. He cradled Nova like she was priceless, without fear or hesitation to show her off to the world. They were his and he was theirs — and you knew, without a doubt, that his devotion for his family ran deeper than you could ever possibly imagine. 

   Wolffe turned towards you, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. You blushed, knowing you were caught red-handed. 

   “Hi,” you hummed. 

   “Hey,” he said softly, offering you the smallest smile. “You doing alright, mama?” 

   There it was: that special softness he kept reserved for his girls. 

   You glanced down when Luna slipped between you both, gazing up with pink cheeks and a giddy, knowing grin. Taking her hand in your own, you gave it a comforting squeeze and looked back at Wolffe, sharing a secret glance.

“Yeah, love. I’m doing pretty good.” 

   His proud eyes bounced from you to Luna then Nova. Wolffe huffed a breath through his nose, like an airy little laugh, before nudging his chin up to the temple.

   “Alright, pups. Let’s go find your ba’buir.” 

Luna grabbed his spare hand and yours, swinging both arms as the clan of four began walking through the temple archway.

-

Master Plo Koon was standing in the hall among a cluster of Jedi when you, Wolffe, Luna, and Nova turned the corner. They looked deep in conversation, sharing important, stoic glances with one another, when a loud roar suddenly cut through the silence of the hallway, causing all of the Jedis to turn and look right at your family in surprise. 

   “BA’BUIRRRR!” Luna screamed, ripping her hand out of yours to run up to Master Plo. 

   “Luna!” Wolffe angrily scolded, his expression becoming apologetic when the Masters glanced at him in amusement. They excused themselves and stepped away from Master Plo when the Kel Dor reached down, scooping Luna up by her armpits the moment she was within arm’s reach. 

   Luna threw her arms around his head, burying her face in the crook of his neck while the Jedi gave a rich and deep chuckle.

   “Hello, little moon.” His voice was so full of warmth and adoration, laced with a gentleness that only a grandfather could offer. She shyly tucked her chin to her chest, giggling while Plo swiped his long finger against her cheek to brush a coil of hair behind her ear. “How are you?” 

   Luna leaned her head against his shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of his robe as she spoke in a sing-song voice, “I’m ok, ba’buir. Can we go see the butterflies in the garden?” 

   “I’m afraid not today, little one,” Plo apologized softly as he carried her towards Wolffe and you. “There are important matters I must attend to within the high council.” 

   She jutted her bottom lip in a pout. “Aww, okay. Tomorrow?” 

   He glanced back at Wolffe, the two exchanging a brief, silent conversation before Plo looked back at Luna, eyes crinkling with his pleased expression. “Of course. I will make the time to bring you to the garden. I saw a new butterfly that I think you will find very beautiful.” 

   “Really?” Luna gasped.

   He nodded, poking her nose. “Not quite as beautiful as you, little one, but close.” 

   “Thank you, ba’buir,” she said with a soft giggle.

   Master Plo finally turned your way, bowing his head in a greeting nod that you returned. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “How have you been with Nova, tenooya?” 

   You always felt a pang of appreciation in your chest when he called you daughter in Kel Dorian. It made you feel so at home, loved by Wolffe and his father, that you often struggled to fight the lump in your throat when he’d say it. 

   You glanced at Nova, now asleep with her head resting on Wolffe’s shoulder, and sighed softly. “It’s been tough but we’ve been managing pretty well. Wolffe helps me a lot when Nova struggles to sleep through the night and he stays home with the girls when I have to go to work. I’m really grateful for all the effort he’s put into being there when I can’t.” 

   Plo hummed, offering a proud look towards Wolffe and the sleeping baby. “You’ve proven yourself to be an excellent father and husband, Commander. I had no doubts.” 

   Wolffe cleared his throat, shuffling from foot to foot as if struggling to keep himself formal. He placed his hand over Nova’s back in a cradling gesture, curtly nodding at Master Plo in a gesture of thanks. “I do what I can for my family, buir.” 

   Luna was the first to frown when the comlink on Master Plo’s vambrace emitted a faint chime. She immediately locked her arms around his neck, whining softly, “No, don’t go, ba’buir! We haven't had tea time yet! We just got here!” 

   Plo brushed his hand over her head, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, little moon. While I enjoy your visits, I'm afraid I have much work to do. No need to fret, I will see you tomorrow, alright?” 

   She sniffled, wiping her glossy eyes with the back of her hand. “And you gonna show me the butterflies?” 

   “I’ll show you all that your little heart desires.”

   That was enough for Luna to reluctantly nod. She turned away, signaling for Master Plo to set her back down on the ground. The moment her feet touched the tile, she walked to your side and wrapped her arms around your leg, burying her face against your thigh as she sniffled a few more times. 

   Master Plo peered down at her with the faintest look of sadness before turning to Wolffe and Nova. He tilted his head while Wolffe turned his shoulder, allowing the Kel Dor to get a better look at the baby’s sleeping expression. Plo’s expression was gentle but there seemed to be a sense of pride and happiness as he glanced from her to Wolffe, then to you and Luna. With a gentle touch, as light and airy as a feather, he caressed his knuckle over the rosiest part of the baby’s cheek, exhaling a soft sigh. 

   “You’ve made quite an impressive family, Wolffe,” he murmured, “They are a testament of your good heart and devotion, and I am honored to be here to watch you and your children grow. The Force has rewarded you well for the sacrifices you made for others. You’ve made me proud, son.” 

   The comlink on his vambrace sang out once more. Luna reached out, longingly making grabby gestures towards Master Plo when he began to step away from the clan of four. You reassuringly placed a hand on her back and rubbed her arm in soothing motions with the other.

   “I will see you tomorrow, little moon,” he promised her before glancing at you. “Perhaps you and Nova would like to join us? Master Obi-Wan and Master Jocasta have been eager to meet the little one.” 

   “I would love to join, ba’buir,” you said warmly, honored by the invitation. “We’ll see you then.” 

   He nodded, giving Wolffe a final gaze that only the two of them could understand. 

   “Buir.”

  “Wolffe.” 

   A gentle silence settled as Master Plo entered the lift to the high council’s chamber. Wolffe remained in place, gazing at the spot where the general once stood, before finally turning his head towards Luna when she sniffled loudly. 

   With one hand on Nova’s back to support her sleeping body, he crouched down to a knee and gently thumbed Luna’s chin, tilting her head up. She tried to cower against the shelter of your thigh, but Wolffe’s voice grabbed her attention. 

   “Lulu,” he muttered, holding the side of her face. “You’ll see your ba’buir tomorrow. Do you want Comet to see you crying when he visits tonight?” 

   She hesitated, then shook her head, her voice barely above a soft whisper. “No, papa.” 

   He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “What’d I tell you to do when you miss ba’buir?”

   She unfurled from your side, lifting her gaze to Wolffe’s. “If I think really-really hard about how I miss him, I’ll feel him in my heart?” 

   “That’s it, pup.” He soothingly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “He’ll give you a little nudge if you think about him really, really hard.” 

   She sniffled once more but she didn’t seem as sad about Master Plo’s departure as before. Glancing back down the way you came, she suddenly sagged her shoulders. Luna rubbed her knuckle into her eye before looking up to her father and lifting her hands. “Can you carry me?” 

   Wolffe’s happiness was subtle, contained within the sudden glint in his eyes as he gently put Nova back in the carrier on your chest. She stirred, eyes flicking open as she regained her comfort within the harness, only to fall asleep not a moment later. Her pacifier fell from her lips, quickly replaced with her thumb. 

   Wolffe scooped Luna up and placed her on his shoulders, giving her the chance to rest her cheek against his head. He held her ankles as she interlocked her fingers underneath his chin, tired eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds. 

   Your face fell with sympathy and you reached up to gently brush her wild curls out of her face. “Did all that walking get you tired, Lulu?” 

   “Yes, mommy,” she murmured, sleepily curling Wolffe’s hair around her fingers. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that it was tickling her nose. As you and Wolffe began your walk back out the temple, each of you carrying one of your sleepy babies, Luna gave a long open-mouthed yawn, smacking her lips together. “Papa?” 

   “Yeah, kid?” 

   “Can you tell me the story about the small people and the volcano?” 

   He huffed. “With the Aleena’s? You know that story, Lulu. I tell it to you every night.” 

   “Mhm, I like it.” Her faint giggle was too sleepy to last more than a second before turning into a sigh. “It’s silly.” 

   “Yeah, I know,” he huffed under his breath, giving you a look when you smirked. You knew the story well, and you were also aware of how much he hated spending time on Aleen. Luna’s obsession with the story was nothing more than a curse, but Wolffe could never seem to say no when she’d ask to hear it over and over again. 

   He couldn’t really say no to her at all. 

   You took a step closer to his side, walking shoulder-to-shoulder as he began recounting the memory. 

   “I was part of a relief expedition at the time. You remember what that means, Lulu?” 

   “Mhm. You went and saved people with food and water and medicine.” 

   “Hm, close enough. Well, your papa was sent with these two droids-” 

   “R2D2 and C3PO.” 

    “...Are you going to tell the story, or am I?”

   “Sorry, papa. Keep going.” 

   Wolffe continued, oblivious to the smile you gave him and Luna. Even as Luna’s eyes began to stay closed longer than she could keep them open, Wolffe continued talking, ignoring those who looked at him as he walked by. He paid no mind to the Jedi or the clones that watched him go, telling his daughter’s favorite story while she sleepily played with his hair. 

   Nova stirred on your chest. You looked down at her, the perfect little blend of you and your husband, and lovingly brushed your thumb down the bridge of her nose. 

   “My little stars,” you murmured quietly to yourself, caressing all of the features she shared with her father. “Your daddy and I love you and your big sister very, very much.”

   Distracted by the sleeping baby, you didn’t realize that Wolffe had stopped at the entrance of the temple. He was gazing right at you, subtle love sitting in his eyes. The moment you walked to his side, he arched his brows and pointed a finger up at the sleeping girl on his shoulders. Luna’s arms sagged on both sides of his head, her cheek squished against the top of his head as she snored, mouth open. 

   “Wow,” you sang, slightly impressed. “She’s out cold.” 

   Wolffe shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t blame her. Comet has a habit of sucking everyone’s energy pretty quickly.” 

   You smirked. “Either that or your story was boring enough to knock her out.”

  “Smartass,” he murmured, causing you to playfully gasp and cover Nova’s ears. 

   “Mind your manners, riduur. There are children present.” Wolffe rolled his eyes and you smirked, nudging his side. As you stepped outside, you recalled Plo’s words and smiled softly to yourself, causing Wolffe to tilt his head in curiosity.

   “Something on your mind?” 

   “Mm. I’m just thinking about what Master Plo said…”  You glanced up at Luna, your heart bursting at the sight of her hand subconsciously resting on her father’s cheek, even in her sleep. “He’s right, you know.” 

   “About our family?” His attention flicked down to Nova and he swallowed, tearing his eyes away to look straight ahead. “I know. You girls are all I could ever need in life.” 

   “No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Not about that, although I love you for thinking that way… I’m talking about what he said about you being a good father and a good husband. I know it’s hard to believe it sometimes but he's right. You are a good father and you’re the best husband I could ever ask for. You know that, right?” 

   Wolffe took a moment before he sagged his shoulders with a slow, eased breath through his nose. His throat bobbed with a swallow and his fingers continued subconsciously caressing the skin of Luna’s ankle, seeking her touch as if to comfort himself. 

   Eventually, he spoke. 

   “I try to be like him, cyare.” 

   You halted at the bottom of the temple steps, causing Wolffe to stop and turn. When he noticed your glossy eyes, he took a step closer before leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You sighed, your body easing the moment you felt him near. 

   “You’re doing an amazing job, Wolffe,” you murmured, kissing his nose. “Plo is proud of you and I am too.” 

   Wolffe kissed your forehead before straightening up. He cupped the side of your face and smirked, his voice low and teasing when he said, “You’re goin’ soft on me, cyare.”  

   You huffed in mock frustration, swatting his wrist away before turning back towards the parked airspeeder. 

   “What?” He called after you, causing Nova to stir awake. “Am I wrong?” 

   Without looking over your shoulder, you lifted a hand and flipped him off, earning a gravelly laugh. Wolffe gently laid Luna down in the back seats as you hopped into the passenger seat, one hand holding the back of Nova’s head as she tilted it to look at you. Sleepy eyes blinked, flicking around her surroundings before immediately settling on Wolffe as he sat in the driver’s seat. 

   When he saw her open eyes, he smiled and leaned over, stamping a soft kiss to her forehead. She babbled and he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics.

   You grunted in disbelief, smirking when he gave you a strange look. 

   “Who’s going soft now?” 

   Wolffe rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny it — and deep down, you knew he never would.

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[sailorkamino]

'wildflower' masterlist

relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x bad batch, background reader x plo koon & 104th [gn, neurodivergent r and batch, can be platonic or romantic]

summary: you've spent the first year of the war with master plo and the wolfpack, now you're getting a special assignment. this is a series of one shots about a chaotic squad (family) saving the republic and pissing off sith lords along the way.

a/n: set during clone wars - republic victory au, no use of y/n, clones age normally once they reach adulthood, the havoc marauder is bigger (imagine the ghost from rebels), between missions the batch stays on coruscant

force signature aesthetics

you can sit with us ✿ 1st meeting on kamino ft. protective wolffe

dancing and tookas (wrecker's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite himbo

the force and plants (tech's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite nerd

healing and meditation (hunter's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite dad friend

fights and hugs (crosshair's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite bastard

[imarvelatthestars]

The Clone Comm Program: Wolffe, Part 1

Pairings: Wolffe x Reader; a bit of platonic Coruscant Guard x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Notes: I saw a post about Plo Koon setting his boys up with people because he's a mischief dad and this felt like the perfect opportunity to explore the utter chaos that would be.

This was also a little bit inspired by allisgalaxy's 'Moth to Flame'.

It's a joke. A great, cosmic, stupid joke entirely at your expense because why wouldn't it be? You're half convinced Thire and Thorn are in on it, too. Hells, if the whole Corrie Guard had set you up, you wouldn't be nearly as surprised as you are right now.

"Stop laughing," you all but snarl in Thorn's direction.

He can't even breathe, the bastard. Fox is probably just as tickled, but he wears it well. The helmet helps, you suppose. The line of his shoulders are rigid and his hands are braced on his waist, but there's something about the tilt of his head that tells you he's probably smirking at you. Fucking nerfherder.

"Fine." You cross your arms with all the petulance of a youngling as you slump in your seat, back arched into the wall. "I'll just stay in here forever."

"Sorry, Birdie. We're kicking you out."

You can feel your nostrils flare as a surge of irritation burns in your chest. "I'll kick you in a second."

The controls chime at Fox's manipulation and the containment barrier fizzles out. You're free. So why does it feel like you're exchanging one cage for another?

"You got off easy this time. I wouldn't be whining about it if I were you."

It's no big deal to them, of course. They work with men like Wolffe all the time. Something like this wouldn't be such a big deal for them, but to you it might as well be the end.

"Stop by 79's tonight," he offers when you nudge the toe of his boot with your own. "Have a drink with us, unwind."

Thorn claps a hand on your shoulder with another laugh. "Yeah, if you can manage not t' steal anything. Wouldn't want to rack up more hours, would you?"

You roll your eyes. Sometimes you really have to swallow the urge to smack these guys hard enough to knock the buckets off their stupid heads. "I make no promises." It comes out with a bit of a grimace.

Fox laughs this time. "We'll keep the cell open for ya, Birdie. Now get outta here."

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Community kriffing service. It's enough to get a laugh out of you because this is the farthest fucking thing. This is just plain cruel. If it were anyone else, it would be fine. If it were any of the Guard or hells, even if it were one of those crazy boys from Kenobi's battalion, you wouldn't feel so miserable, so utterly doomed. But no. The Maker, the Force, something out there wanted you to suffer.

You swipe through the search results on your pad and each holopic is like another nail in the coffin. Maybe this is payback for all the shoplifting. It's not that impossible.

A news holo of the Commander flashes across the screen and your stomach fucking drops. It's from last year's arrest, just after he'd put the binders on you if memory serves. His bucket is upside down on the ground, his mouth curled into a sneer, and you're mid-shout, still fighting him even with your arms rendered immobile. White hot embarrassment floods through you and it takes all your self control not to fling your pad across the room.

How are you supposed to be his comm partner when you know for a fact that this man hates you?

General Plo seems to be enjoying himself. A little too much, if he's being honest. There's an aura of being entirely too pleased with himself that threatens to bowl Wolffe over ever time he looks in his direction. His eyes shift to Sinker, Boost, and Comet, throwing back shots and howling with laughter while casting him incredibly, painfully obvious glances. He rolls his eyes. He suspected this was a set-up from the start. He should have told the General no.

A new song starts playing over the speakers, something upbeat and heavy in the bass, and it makes his ears hurt. Maker, this was a mistake.

"Wolffe, you made it!"

It's Fox. Kriffing fuck, of course. That's why the boys were so eager to go out tonight, that's why they dragged the General into it. Because of Fox.

"What do you want?"

Fox smirks and Wolffe has to work hard at flexing his hand so he doesn't punch that shiteating expression off his stupid face. "Good to see you too, brother. We were starting to think you weren't coming."

He rolls his eyes again. He almost hopes they get stuck back there like the General's teased him about before, if only so he has a viable excuse to get out of this skughole. Because this is not his scene, never has been. If he wanted to get wasted, he'd settle into his cot back on base and work through a bottle of Corellian whiskey on his own, thank you very much. And Fox knows better. At least he ought to.

One of Fox's men, he thinks it's Thire, suddenly whoops and points over to the entrance. Fox's head snaps to the side; his eyes narrow, searching, and then his entire face lights up. Must be something pretty impressive to get that kaf addict to smile like that. Not that he cares, of course.

The Guard erupts into delighted calls of "Birdie!" and it's making his headache worse. Must everyone be so damn cheerful? And loud? Why in the galaxy did he let himself get talked into coming here? He's about to call this whole night off and hail a taxi back to base when something comes bursting into the corner of his vision.

"What did I miss?"

He can't see your face with the way you've angled yourself toward the Guard, one arm around Thire's shoulders in greeting and the other swiping playfully at Thorn's cap, but he can see about everything else. The swell of your back, the shine of the lights on your shoulders, the clasp of your necklace where its slipped halfway down your neck, and he sighs, defeated. Great. Another girlfriend. He hates it when the boys bring their dates - it never ends well.

"We were just saying hi to some of our brothers over in the 104th," Fox explains and Wolffe doesn't miss the sparkle in his brother's eyes. That look can only mean trouble. "Here. Allow me to introduce you."

Wolffe almost feels bad for you as you're suddenly spun around to face him and the pack. Almost. Instead he turns to the droid that's passing by and orders himself a drink. He's going to need it, he can already tell.

"...to meet you, ma'am." There goes Comet, ever the gentleman.

"And of course you remember General Plo and Commander Wolffe?"

The air shifts in an instant. The General has extended a hand to you, Fox is grinning like an idiot, and you look like you've just seen a ghost. There's a panic stricken terror in your eyes that rattles Wolffe down to the bone. You're afraid of him. You haven't even moved to take the General's hand. And he doesn't fully understand why it bothers him, but it does.

"I certainly remember you, little one," the General laughs and it snaps you out of your head long enough to recall some basic decorum. The trembling handshake you offer him is borderline pathetic. "Though I seem to recall you going by a different name when last we met."

That has Wolffe frowning. How does he know you?

Thorn pops his head over your shoulder. "Birdie's not her real name, General, we just call 'er that 'cause she's always landing herself in a cell."

"She's our little jail bird." Fox's grin is almost painful to look at.

And even though he knows better, even though he doesn't want to engage, even though it really rubs him wrong that you look scared shitless by his mere presence and this certainly won't help, it comes tumbling out anyway. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Commander." Your eyes go wide. "I didn't know they let just anyone in here."

You're gone before he can even blink, disappearing into the crowd like mist. He thinks he sees a whisper of your hair caught in a beam of pink light as you bolt outside, but he can't be certain. All he knows is that the Corries are eyeballing him like he's done something wrong when they're the ones dating criminals and Fox, stupid, annoying, silver at the temples because he thinks he's hot shit Fox, has his arms crossed low on chest and something smug on his face.

The night goes sour for him soon after. Half the boys are drunk off their asses, half of them are sucking face with scantily clad natborns, and all he can think of is a sonic shower and some peace and fucking quiet. He lets the General trail outside with him while he hails a taxi.

"I have something for you, Wolffe."

A speeder pulls to a stop right in front of them and the Weequay in the driver's seat hollers for him to hop in.

Wolffe opens the door and sticks one leg in so the Weequay can't go off without him. "Yes, sir?"

A slim, shiny comm pad is offered in the General's claws, one of the newer models that's mostly restricted to higher ranking officers and Jedi. He hasn't gotten one yet nor has he been interested, so this is a strange gift for the General to impart. Somewhere near the top of the pad is a little blue light, blinking steadily off and on.

"What is this?"

If ever there was a time where the General appeared to be smiling, this was it. Even worse, it reminded him a bit of Fox. "I took the liberty of enrolling each of the Pack in the new comms program. This one is yours. And I believe your new comm partner has already sent you something."

The speeder jostles slightly as the driver turns around in his seat. "Hey, buddy, you getting in or what?"

Wolffe's headache is back. "Sir, is this part of that morale boosting nonsense the GAR implemented last month?"

The General nods. "The very same." He rests a heavy hand on the trooper's shoulder. "Now get some rest. I will see you in the morning."

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

That damned notification light is going to drive him insane. If he sees it flash blue one more time, he's going to chuck it out the window. Or snap it in half. Maybe he'll march himself right on down to the Jedi Temple and ask the General what the hell he was thinking when he signed him up for this bantha shit.

This is ridiculous. I don't have the time for this! Am I supposed to be chatting with some ignorant civvy when I'm on the battlefield? In my spare time when I'm not getting shot at by clankers? His elbows are digging into his knees and his hands are fisted almost painfully under his chin. I am a Commander. I do not have the time nor the patience for a- for a friend! Frankly, it's offensive the General thought he even needed one when he has his brothers. That's all he needs, all he's ever needed.

The pad is briefly illuminated in a tiny sliver of blue light and something inside him snaps. He types his CC number in and finds himself bathed in obnoxiously white light. It's another strike against this whole thing, against whatever idiot is on the other side of the screen sending him messages in the first place.

I'll be honest, I'm not really sure how to do this. (It's a terrible start. Strike three.) And I'm more than a little intimidated because everyone on Coruscant knows about the Wolf Pack. I'm surprised you even signed up.

I don't want to bother you, Commander, and I don't want to bore you, either. So I'm letting you take the lead here. If you want to know anything about me, I'm an open book. Mostly. If you want to share about yourself, the war, the Pack, I'd be honored to listen.

The original message ends there, but there's a second comm below it that was sent about a minute later. The time stamp is from before he even got to 79's.

By the way, you can call me Birdie.

And it's like the universe crumbles, but it's crumbling into place instead of falling apart around him. Because he suddenly realizes why the woman at 79's felt so off, why she looked so terrified by him. Because he remembers the day he arrested you.

[intermundia]

@ anon with the lovely hospital AU, apologies for the delay i was chewing on this for a couple days haha there's a whole season of grey's anatomy primetime soap worthy material. i love how fully you've filled out the AU with characters and unspooled all the drama. i can see why it would be difficult to write, it does have a big scope of imagination there. thank you for sharing it with meeeeeee

for everyone 700 words of lovely obikin hospital AU worldbuilding, continued beneath the cut!!

Shmi is a renowned heart surgeon. Best there is in the country (not just the state thank you very much) and she did it all while her son was young. Her grandmother (Grandma Mira) and her two cousins (Peli Moto and Beru Whitesun ) both helped her out a ton. She is admired and Skywalker is a name very well known in medical circles.

She decided to became a heart surgeon when her own mother (insert name here) died from a heart issue that no one wanted to touch surgically. Anakin was 9 years old. Anakin has his mom up on a pedestal - she is perfect and smart, the best surgeon, the best mom, she’s done it all. Anakin feels the pressure to be just as good as his mom. People expect him to be just as brilliant and successful as his mother. He expects it from himself. Shmi just wants him to be happy. Anakin is ready to start his residency at 25. His mother is in line to be chief of surgery at the hospital she works at (Twin Suns Medical Center). Its considered the hospital to intern at if you want your specialty to be heart surgery. Anakin isn’t really sure what he wants to specialize in, and he doesn’t want people to say that he got it easy during his internship. So he goes to the next best thing (it’s actually the number one hospital overall in the country but to Anakin is second to the hospital where shmi works because Shmi works there). He goes to Jedi Coruscant General Hospital. Chief Executive officer (in charge of whole hospital) : Breha Organa Chief of Surgery : Bail Organa (general surgeon) Brain Surgeon (top brain guy in the country) : Obi-Wan Kenobi 4th year resident: Padme Amidala (Anakin’s assigned resident) Heart Surgeon: Mace Windu Trauma Surgeon: Shaak Ti Pediatric Surgeon: Plo Koon Neonatal Surgeon: Siri Tachi Plastic Surgeon: Quinlan Vos Orthopedic Surgeon: Qui-Gon Jinn Head of the hospital board: Mon Mothma Cancer surgeon: Jocosta Nu Eye Surgeon: Dooku Vascular Surgeon: Wolffe Yoda - retired chief of surgery and general surgeon Anakin’s cohort: Aayla, Ferus Olin, Rex, Jesse, Echo, Fives 4th Year Residents: Sabe, Clovis, Bly 5th year residents: Depa Billaba, Bultar Swan, Cody Anakin’s running late on his first day, in the parking lot he’s too distracted trying to make sure he has everything in his bag that he bumps into a red head and spills the red head’s hot tea all of his shirt. “shit. Fuck. Sorry. Sorry.” Keeps walking but turns around to walk backwards to meet the really pretty blue eyes of the definitely pissed off red head “I owe you. I’ll bring you a … a coffee? Was it coffee during lunch. Sorry!” Ferus Olin, a childhood nemesis makes his appearance. He’s assigned to be Padme’s intern (the woman who gave him back his engagement ring when he was 22 and 27. He hadn’t realized she was back in town and that maybe it was purposeful that he didn’t know). Its turning out to be a truly shit day and then the pretty red head from the parking lot makes his appearance and anakin wants to sink into the ground. But. The red head picks him to help him with a surgery. … Its pretty much a grey’s anatomy AU. Obi-Wan and anakin start hooking up pretty much immediately. Ferus Olin and Anakin make nice and turn out to be pretty decent friends. Then. Anakin realizes that Padme had kids, with him. The twins. And never told him. 🤯. That’s smoothed over. He’s a dad now. He loves it. Obi-Wan’a supportive. Their secret relationship is starting to not be so secret anymore. Then. obi-wan’s ex wife (Satine Kryze) pop in with a kid. obi-wan’s kid. Obi-Wan never told him that he’d been married or that he had a kid. They break up. Anakin thinks about quitting. Then about transferring. Then gets side tracked because Aunt Beru (his mom’s cousin) got married and her husband’s dad was in a bad car crash. Its all hands on deck to save his life. Shmi makes an appearance at the hospital and Obi-Wan realizes that Anakin is Shmi’s son 🤯 Owen’s dad makes it. Anakin and Obi-Wan make up. Their relationship is outted but everything works out. There’s other small and big dramas but thats pretty much it lol

[matchademi]

Ok ok funny hc for Miwa

Quinlan Vos and Plo Koon fought to have Miwa as their padawan obviously Plo won but once a year Quinlan trys to steal her and dad-plo just force trips him picking up his padawan and walks away to meditate

@dukeoftheblackstar (for the Plo)

[13ag21k]

I had the idea of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Plo Koon stealing Ahsoka from Anakin and I think it is so freaking adorable! Like hear me out okay, they just want to spend more time with her and they adore her, I love seeing Ahsoka forming closer bonds with 212th and Plo's Wolf pack. That would be so endearing to see. Anakin coming back from a mission realizing Obi-Wan or Master Plo have stolen his padawan again is everything. He might think they do that because they don't trust Ahsoka with Anakin or don't approve of his teaching methods but all the while both of Ahsoka's other dads just want to spend more time with her.

I would've loved to see the same thing for Count Dooku and Obi-Wan, Dooku wanting to spend more time with him and loving Obi-Wan even more than Qui-Gon himself would have added ten years to my life span. Obi-Wan deserves all the love he can get okay? Dooku constantly giving him compliments and saying that he is proud of Obi-Wan and would've liked to have him as his padawan is EVERYTHING, like imagine If those two had a closer bond, Obi-Wan might've been able to save him in the end of the clone wars.

I know attachments aren't allowed and all but these self indulgent ideas are swarming inside my brain and won't let me sleep, not that I'm complaining ofcourse.

[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

Figured I might as well start actually posting about this Au I made- 

The au in question is a Star Wars modern au that I plan to one day turn into an actual fic, but as of now it's just one poorly put together chapter and a lot of brainstorming!

It's sort of a slice of life/everyone lives/happy ending story. It's centered around Boba Fett and started as a joke about his name and how in a modern setting when people first meet him they say 'Like the tea?' And he gets irrationally annoyed by it. Hence the name "No, Not The Tea" (but shortened to "Not The Tea" because removing 1 word suddenly makes it less of a mouthful)

But let's meet the characters, yeah?

The star of our show, Boba Fett, is 15 years old and the story starts with his first year of highschool.  He's grumpy (your typically moody teen) and the youngest of his brothers unless you count Din (14) and he does because he's tired of being the baby. (It does have its perks, though) Din isn't actually his brother, but he and the rest of their little rag tag group might aswell be family. (Peli 17, Fennec 16, and Cobb 15) 

Next up we have everyone's favorite dad, Jango Fett! (He's a very good father in this) Father of 3 boys(or so he thought) Kote "Cody" (23), Rex(19), and Boba, he has his hands full despite two of them being grown. He works as a bounty hunter (cause that's an actual profession) and his hobbies include annoying his family, and crushing on his kids history teacher. At the age of 18, he signed up to be a sperm donor unaware of just how much they would be using his DNA. Turns out? A lot. And the majority don't seem to have a good home life. He's sufficiently pissed, when he finds out. 

Coming in as the eldest child of the Fett household we have Cody! (That was until 17 and Fox showed up at least) Any legal document you find will say "Kote" but people are stupid and difficult and can't pronounce it (it's exceedingly simple, really) so Cody was born. Cody is a caffeine addict (though what Fett isn't?) and will jump at any opportunity to bother his younger brothers. (He once got Obi-Wan to buy Boba a boba-tea..Obi-Wan thought it was sweet! Boba almost committed a murder. They do not speak of that incident) 

The middle child that somehow became a father to twins before anybody else could even think of utter the words "grandchildren" would be Rex. It's not like it's his fault! He figured having his 8th period of his senior year would be fun. He didn't anticipate that helping his gym teacher out would involve talking a sophomore down from a panic attack. (Echo, 16 at the time. 17 when our story starts) It's absolutely not Rex's fault that he and his twin followed him around like little ducklings after that. (Fives called him dad as a joke, so Rex took it upon himself to tell Jango that he had grandkids and almost gave the man a heart attack.) It doesn't help the Echo and Fives look suspiciously like Boba- hey wait a minute! Yeah, you guessed it. Long lost kids^^ 

Alright speed round let's go,

Arla's kids are the Bad Batch boys(she adopted them, they have no relation to Jango. Hunter 21, Wrecker 20, Crosshair and Tech 19) Omega is 11 and her biological daughter. Her big brothers love her to death. 

Ahsoka is 19 and Rex's bff. 

Luke and Leia are also 11, and they're their parents (and Uncle Obi's, and auntie soka's) pride and joy. Anakin and Padme have basically adopted Han (15. Was in Boba's grade but got held back) as their own at this point. 

Wolffe is Cody's age, and the oldest of his brothers (Sinker, Boost, and Comet). They were put into the system (Yes, they came from Jango's DNA) and Plo Koon adopted them. When Jango and Plo first met they exchanged numbers and gushed about their children. (There is much more to that story but that's for a later post)

Ima-gun Di is an ex war general and currently married to Keeli. These two have absolutely NO role in the story whatsoever, I just love them. Jango has only met them once and it was because Ima-gun mistook Jango for Keeli at a grocery store once. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a tired, loving man who teaches history at a highschool and has a not so secret crush on one of his student's fathers. (He's actually taught all the Fett boy's, lord help him.)

Jaster Mereel just wants to know how his ad keeps ending up with kids. He was already confused where the first three came from but now there are 7??(Alpha-17. Oldest. Jango is more of a brother to him if anything. Fox, did not intend to be apart of this family in the slightest and that was fine up until he met Boba and they bonded. Now he's an Ori’vod?? Yeah that checks. Then of course Cody, Rex, Echo&Fives, and Boba.) Best grandfather ever.

Mando'a is a language, because I actually love it sm- 

There is so much more lore to this au than I realized, and this isn't even all of it. I fully plan on posting more, and I have a lot of art that I've done for it if I would ever get around to finishing it/posting it. Feel free to ask questions, and I hope to post more! 

(Fun fact, I accidentally deleted all of this the first time I type it. So this is the second time I've typed it- I'm not bitter.)

[interdimensionalmenace]

Y’all ever think about how Obi-Wan was 35 when the Clone Wars started. Anakin was 19, Ahsoka was 14, the Clones were 10 but also 20. And Obi-Wan was 35.

He was the only proper adult with life experience out of all of the above but he was still only 35.

He was 38 when Order 66 happened. When the galaxy as he knew it for 38 years of his life ended.

Yes he was an adult but in a galaxy where Force users are still active and fighting at 83 (Dooku) or 864 (Yoda) or 300+ (Plo Koon), 38 is YOUNG. After raising Anakin for 13 years, he’d be considering another padawan. Had the war never happened he would’ve likely taken one already. Had he not been a Jedi, he may have been raising a kid with Satine at 38.

God, Anakin was too young. 19 when the war started, 23 by the time it ended. Ahsoka was a baby, 14 when it began and 17 when it ended. She never got to be a real teenager. Anakin never got to be a dad. But Obi-wan…

[thefandomchaos]

Commander Anakin Skywalker AU

He is still the chosen one, but he came to the temple due to a rescue mission that Obi-Wan took.

He would be born 36BBY, same as Ahsoka

Shimi died when he was three, he was left Orphan and survived with other slaves who would be kind to him.

He would come to the temple year 31BBY which would make him five yrs old

Obi-Wan formed a bond with him after meeting and realized he is the Chosen One

He took it upon himself to train him

Qui-Gon still died at the hands of Maul, but after knighting Obi-Wan

Ahsoka and Anakin would become best friends, but she will be trained by Plo-Koon.

Palpatine is a creep we do not trust, Obi-Wan makes sure to keep his padawan away from him

Anakin and Padme don’t get together (the age gap will now be 9yrs-) but still become friends

AOTC still happens but it’s instead a 14yr old Anakin because why would that stop Anakin from doing everything he did- the only difference is that Anakin won’t kill a bunch of sand people and him and Padme aren’t oh so awkwardly flirting

He still looses his arm (+ the scar from Ventress) and is left traumatized for a bit-

Clone Wars start and now suddenly his a 14yr old Commander-

501st is mixed into the 212th so our favorite boys are still here-

All of Clone Wars still happens, Ahsoka doesn’t get expelled because of course not- your telling me the Padawan of #1 Clone Dad would bomb the Jedi Temple?- funny-

Anakin believes Fives about the chips, they look into it and find out every Clone has one

They trace it back to Dooku who reveals Palpatine

18yr old Anakin fulfills his Destiny by killing Palpatine and bringing Balance to the universe

He gets knighted and they all live happily ever after because no Order 66, no turning to the dark side, no creepy palps

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Why do you even like Plo?

This is like asking me why I breathe, nonnie <": But let me try and answer this as sensible as possible ♥

Plo Koon is 385-years old

Imagine the sheer amount of knowledge in that squishy, cute head of his and you decide that of all the questions you could ask, you decided to go with whether he'd still love you if you were a worm. (1) Plo would either give you the laziest, most resigned 'Yes, dear' and go back to his naps ♥ or ... (2) Plo would exasperatedly sigh over the fact that you test his resolve in this silly, little, questions and give you the same resounding, 'No, I will not" and you will crack at it for the 128391231923th time.

There is nothing he probably can't do or know a thing or two about. Bet you my left lung that man can knit like a god.

There will always be a fine line between days of keeping himself (1) fit — which means I need to buckle tf up before I combust seeing this old man fuck someone up and be cool-dad about it <": (2) Lazy Days with Plo is my jam ♥ <-

Plo is discreet sassy. I'd go over this but I will need a year.

Plo Koon is Old Money.

If you don't know what that is, babe. Let me tell you when I say you're missing out. if you have been following me or have seen all my shit posts and tags on the Plo Koon / Kel Dor / Dorin tags, old man knees are fabulous — let me tell you why. (1) In a modern setting/au, he will enjoy short or maybe long walks that are not stressful. Will he walk under the blazing heat because the day looks great? No, neither would you bestie so sit tf down ♥ (2) Everything is made for comfort. Fuck the vow of poverty because when when you be rocking like a proper Balenciaga Sugar Daddy while traversing the Underworld, you best believe Daddy Plo be loaded AF. We're talking the Egyptian Cotton Sheets,

Plo Koon is one you would not want to shut up. Ever. At all. Like. Babe. If you ever shush this man. I will hunt you down, huntie ♥

'Ts my favorite thing in the world ♥

Plo Koon has wholesome sassy chaotic gae friends.

Plo Koon just too pure for this world ♥

Now please watch that last gif on loop and tell me that that does not make you feel things because babe, if it doesn't... Idk man. You need to get them eyes checked ♥

But in all seriousness, my love for Plo Koon is because we don't always get wholesome characters that live long and it makes you wonder what life would have been like if he did.

I'm always fascinated by age apart from it being so damn sexy.

You hear talks about clones and their strife on how hard it is being the remaining survivor and I don't want to invalidate that. Not at all. But imagine having to relieve that through centuries. Imagine how someone like Plo, who has so much appreciation for life and everything both having spent at least a few years of his life at Dorin and him returning to become a Baran Do Sage, only to constantly practice the lack of attachment?

I'm not saying that's bad or conflicting, but imagine all the things he had to repress to fulfill his purpose both as a Sage and a Jedi. And he's smart, super damn smart. Someone who's smart with a guarded heart is a lie. His heart isn't guarded, he hurts. But he he has to swallow that because he has a role to fulfill.

I could go on so much about why I find him so interesting but I'm stuck in a bad vibe rn and all I can say is I love him so much because I want him to rest? Like hello?

Let that man take his goddamn afternoon nap and teas? And for someone so loved as a wholesome character, he's slept on and frankly, I don't like that.

Plus, I bet you Kel Dors got big dicks, so there's also that. ktnxbye.

[fae-koon]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jedicakes08]

This is a discarded small plots from a series I don’t plan on continuing on AO3. It’s a second story following the chamber of secrets in where clone characters go to Hogwarts and help Harry find a new home and live happily and stuff. If you wanna check it out here’s a link to the series I did.

This was posted due to a reader from AO3 who seemed to like it. Shout out to Biblioworm

Tech hums as he reads over Harry’s homework. “You’ve done well Harry. I think you’ll do well this year.”

Beaming a little Harry Hugs Tech. “Thanks Tech!”

Tech pats his head as he’s still not used to hugs. “Yes we’ll have you finished reading all the potion books?”

With a nod Harry pulls out the last book. “I did. Though a lot of it seems like it’s for the years ahead of us.”

“That’s because it is.” Tech takes the book and brings it to the bookshelf in the now library of the base. “I thought you could use the extra help seeing as professor Snape seems to dislike you.”

“How’d you know that?” Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well it’s quite obvious really.” He looks up as Crosshair walks over with a scowl. “Have you finished your reading of charms Crosshair?”

He huffs. “I have.” Setting the book down

~~

Wrecker cheers as he’s got his cat. A very large Kneazle with the coat pattern of an explosion. It meowed as it sat itself on Wrecker's head. “I think I’ll call you Boomie!” It meows in enjoy at the name.

Hunter felt his eye twitch a bit knowing he’s got to be the one to take care of it now.

Crosshair not one for any animal with fur or feathers looks over at the snakes. If that Weasley boy as Hunter liked to call him could have a rat. Why not a snake? There was no rule against it after all. He watches as one snake slowly peaks out from the corner. It was small and its eyes were missing. Clearly slashed off. ‘Hey.’

The snake jumps and looks towards Crosshair. ‘You are a sssspeaker?’ It hisses slowly.

‘Yeah I am.’ Crosshair had heard that term used before when dealing with reptile species across the galaxy so this wasn’t new.

‘Pleassse sssspeaker!” It begs. ‘Take me away from here pleasssse!” It moves closer and slightly hits the glass. ‘They hurt me ssspeaker! They took my eyessss!”

Without hesitation Crosshair picks up the snake from its strangely heavily caged box once he opens it. ‘Will you obey me?’

‘Oh yesss sssspeaker I will! I pormisssse!”

He flinched at how much the snake was yelling. ‘Then I’ll take you.’ Taking the snake up to the counter the shop attendant quickly jumps seeing that snake.

“I forgot we had one.” The shop keeper looks like he wants to pass out. “Twenty gallons for that one.”

~~

Plo Koon smiled at his sons now having their wands, uniforms, trunks, clothes, and all the other stuff. He can’t help but coo at how adorable Wolffe looks ready for school. A real proud Buri moment that makes his eyes water. “Look at you my sons.” His breath shakes in joy. Emotions into the force can’t help with the feeling of pride. “I can’t believe you're all going to school!”

He holds his heart. Wolf pack was the oldest of the vode. Wolffe didn’t like shinies because of how attached the others could get causing them to do stupid stuff to protect the shines. So only those eleven and older got in. Wolffe blushes a bit. “Thanks Buri.” He and the others hug Plo tightly.

Plo can’t helps it and cries in the middle of the alley way. “I’m a proud dad!”

Obi-wan sips his tea watching this from his spot at a little cafe. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” He repeats with a smile as Waxer and Boil hold up with Owls.

~~

Getting to the bookstore was more of a challenge this year. It was packed out more than usual. “What do you think is going on?” Harry looks up at hinter with big eyes.

Hunter strained his ears but couldn’t hear much over the group of women giggling or squealing a bit. “I’m not sure.” Looking down at his list he notices all the DADA books are written by the same man. Lockheart.

“It appears that the person who wrote the books we will need this year is doing signings.” Tech points to a poster in the window of the shop.

Rex sighs. “Why do I have a feeling this won’t be good?” Cody shakes his head a bit as they being Walking inside the crowded bookshop they try to split up to try and find their books. Hunter and Rex keep a close hand on Harry.

All the sudden Harry gets grabbed. “Ah!” Harry pulls on Hunter and in a flash Hunter pulls out his knife, Cody pulls out his blaster. Wrecker grabs the man, tosses him in the air and pins him against the wall.

“Who do you think you are grabbing are brother like that!” Wrecker growls like a strill as Boomie hisses swiping at the man’s face.

“Ah!” The man quickly holds up his hands. “Easy there my friend I was just trying to greet Mr. Potter over there.” He moves a hand towards Harry who’s behind Tech at this point.

“Well, have you ever heard of manners?” Wrecker holds him tighter.

“Now now, let me introduce myself. I am Gildory Lockheart! And I just thought that I should introduce myself to Mr. Harry Potter and tell him that I shall be the new defense against the dark arts professor at Hogwarts.” He smiles as Hunter gives Wrecker the signal to set him down.

Cody tenses a bit as everyone watches them as Lockheart continues. “I’m fact I shall be giving Mr. Potter and all of his friends have free copies of my books they’ll need for school!”

People clap as Cody sighs. He somehow doubts that even magic could make enough books for his brothers.

~~

Mcgonagall stared at the sea of clones. They were all in the back letting the smaller children in front. She could feel her eyes drawn to the one that seemed bigger than Hagride. After going through her normal speech she lets them all in.

Looking at her now long list of names and numbers. Though most of the numbers were marked out and had names attached to them. This was sure to be the longest sorting of the school in a while.

Going through the names it was clear certain clones seemed to be the favorites as even the ones yet to be sorted would cheer for two clones named Waxer and Boil who like the Weasley twins gave her the strange urge to drink and retire. Wolffe when he and a bunch of oddly named ones like Comet, Sinker, Boost, and two Dash with the only distinction is one having a four and the other a nine at the end when they all get sorted into Hufflepuff.

Crosshair got a large fanfare from the largest one when he went to the Slytherin table. Watching him sit next to Hunter and Potter. Finally it was the largest ones turn. As soon as she saw his name she had a sinking feeling that the Weasley twins and the two clones would cause the most grey hairs in all the staff. Sitting on the stool he was to high for her to reach but it didn’t matter as the old stool that has been at Hogwarts as long as the hat shatters causing him to fall. “Oops sorry about that.”

He laughs a bit and at this point I place the hat on his head with a slight prayer to magic he isn’t a Gryfindor. “HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat calls out and I can’t help but sigh in relief as he walks over to the table to be greeted by Wolffe and his brothers.

As I call up the next name there's a crash and the bench holding Wrecker breaks. “SORRY!” He yells somehow being louder than Dumbledore when he magics his voice.

Flitwick goes over to see if he can fix it and possibly charm it to be stronger. Hopefully the wine at the teachers table is stronger tonight as well.

Soon I’m down to a few and one that wasn’t in alphabetical order even thought it seemed like a normal name. “Ahsoka Tano!”

An orange girl with a strange head thing walks up as all the sudden they cheered and she hasn’t even been sorted. Placing the hat on her head the moment she’s sorted their table erupts into a massive cheer as others sulk.

~~

After eating and watching Crosshair glare down professor Snape in an honestly shocking duel to see who would back down. “Wow I’ve never seen professor Snape glare that hard before.” He can hear what someone says.

Trying to focus on his breathing and not the annoying sound of utensils scraping plates he looks at Crosshair. “You wanna calm down?”

“Not until he backs down.” Crosshair says through gritted teeth.

Dumbledore stands up and I dread whatever speech he’s about to give. It’s almost the same as last year except he introduced four new teachers. “I would like all of you to give a warm welcome to the new teachers. For defense against the dark arts please welcome professor Gildory Lockheart!” All of the men don’t clap and just stare at Lockheart. The anger from the incident in the bookstore is still there as they all grew closer to Harry. No one could care and Tech had already found inconsistency in his books. Major ones too so no Hunter and the others didn’t trust him. The anger though everyone could feel it and you could cut it with a knife in the great hall. “Now we have new subjects that are mandatory for everyone to take this year as we all know many things have happened. First up in galactic politics and history with professor Obi-wan Kenobi!”

That gets all the vode to cheer loudly. Crosshair slowly claps still staring down Snape.

“Now you only have to take this once at your time in school and that is a gym class.” Dumbledore smiles. “The school board thought it would be best to add this to help all of you. So I would like for all of you to greet your new gym teacher Sir Anakin Skywalker!” The 501st erupted into massive cheers. Even louder than Kenobi’s. It was clear this was a challenge.

“Oh no.” Hunter sighs, putting his hands on his head.

“And now we have a galactic species specialist, please welcome professor Plo Koon!”

The great hall physically shakes as all of the wolf pack cheer and begin to howl like wolves. Master Koon waved beaming with pride.

~~

“Crosshair stop.” Hunter tries to pull him away as they make their way to the common rooms. He and Snape still haven’t stopped glaring at each other.

Crosshair clenches his fist. “He started it.”

“I don’t care who started it. I'm ending it so we can get the rules and go to bed.”

“No.”

“Crosshair it’s twelve at night. It ends now!”

~~

“You feel okay Harry?” Cody looks him over.

Harry nods. “Yeah I’m just nervous for tryouts.”

Wrecker pats his back. He had joined the Slytherin table for breakfast. “Don’t be that way. you're totally gonna get on the team!” He laughs.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Draco Malfoy says. “I’m the new seeker.”

“And why is that?” Cody raises an eyebrow.

“Because I’m the best here. I’ve been training since I was little, and my father bought the team Nimbus 2001s.” He smirks.

“Oh I get it.” Crosshair eats his food. “You were so scared of not getting on the team you had your daddy bribe your way on it.”

Draco starts to become red. “No!” He yells “it’s not like that.”

Crosshair laughs. “Sure it is. If you weren’t scared you would do the tryouts like everyone else.”

Draco saw red. “And you think you're better than me?”

Crosshair smirks and sips his juice. Still upset they wouldn’t let him drink coffee. “I don’t think I know.”

“Fine then. Let’s go out to the field and we can see who’s better, you or me.”

“After breakfast.”

~~

Watching Crosshair grab the snitches in under a minute on the broom, Tech somehow had time to build after his studies and internship with the Goblins was kinda boring.

Flint the capitan sighs a bit. “Malfoy, Crosshair down.” Walking over Hunter and the others join. “Listen, your good Crosshair.” Crosshair snorts at that. “But first years aren’t allowed on the team. So Malfoy still is in.”

“Then let Potter tryout against him.” Crosshair at this point wants to watch Malfoy lose.

Flint sighs. “Fine.”

Potter wins and is now on the team with the super broom tech built.

~~

Lockheart seems frazzled by the time they get to DADA. It’s clear he seemed to crack under the brothers not liking him for screwing with Harry. Hunter happily stared down Lockheart, making enough of a deterrent from him to speak to Harry. Sure he tries to get Harry alone but Hunter. Hunter is not letting this strange famous adult man alone with a child.

~~

Skywalker is hard on the class. He’s clearly taking lessons from the temple to teach here. Making them do two laps around the castle, 100 sit ups, pull ups, twenty minute walk sits, and hand to hand combat. “You did an amazing job Longbottom!” Harry pats his back and hands the red faced boy some water.

“Really?” Nevill looks up at Anakin in awe.

“Yeah. A lot better when I was your age.” Anakin pats his head. He could sense how uneasy and unsure Nevill felt of himself. Knowing that feeling, Anakin knew he had to help Nevill.

“But didn’t you grow up learning this stuff?”

Anakin shakes his head. “No I didn’t. I came to the Jedi late so I was so far behind everyone else and I felt like a failure.” Nevill looks up to him. “I knew that I was so far behind and it took me a while but I pushed through and I became strong and was able to show I had value. You have value Nevill , don't sell yourself short.”

~~

“Woah Myrtle you're even cooler than I was told about!” Wrecker laughs as Myrtle makes a water fountain explode.

“Thank you.” She giggles. “You and your brothers are the only nice ones to me.”

Harry looked around Nick's deathday party. It’s going alright. Even after Cody yelled at the headless party. “You okay kid?” Rex places a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry nods. “Yeah I just feel tired.” In reality it feels odd to be celebrating the day your parents were murdered in front of you when you where a baby and the only survivor.

“Then I think it’s time you head to your common room then. Let’s go see if Crosshair is still up.”

On their way back they get stopped by the sight of Flinche’s cat frozen. The words ‘the chamber of secrets is now opened. Enemies of the heir beware!’ Hunter walks over to the cat and checks it out. “It’s alive, just frozen.”

The sounds of footsteps from people leaving the great hall ring out. Quickly running wrecker stops everyone from coming out. The professors rush over. “What happened?” General Kenobi comes and sees the cat.

“We don’t know.” Hunter hands him the cat. “We found her like this.”

“MRS. NORIS!” Flinch cries and rushes over. “You! He screams at Hunter. “YOU AND YOUR FREAKY BROTHERS DID THIS! YOU KILLED HER I KNOW IT!”

“Calm down Mr. Flinch.” Plo puts a hand on his shoulder. “I can tell you they didn’t.

Obi-wan looks over to him. “And Mrs. Noris isn’t dead. She’s just frozen.” Obi-wan begins to use the force to help break the spell.

“General Koon.” Wolffe walks up with Comet holding Ginny Weasley who’s covered in red paint. “We- oh I see you found it.”

“Wolffe, what’s going on?” Snape asks with a sneer.

“We saw something sir. Something you should check out.”

They go to the restrooms to see a giant snake cuddling Crosshair. Crosshair looks at them annoyed. “This thing won’t let me go!”

It hisses with its eyes closed. ‘Don’t worry little speaker I won’t let them hurt you and the baby!’ Crosshair's baby snake was curled up on it as well.

“That’s a Basilisk.” Snape pulls out his wand with the other professors.

Plo, Obi-wan, Anakin, and the bad batch with Rex and Harry all stand in front of them. “Stop! She wort hurt them!” Harry says, holding his arms out.

“And why not?” Snape glares so hard at Harry.

“Because she just wants to protect Crosshair and the baby!”