Star Wars One Shots

The Togruta Skywalker

Ahsoka didn't know the pain of becoming Ahsoka Skywalker--daughter of Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

"Are you guys together?“ Ahsoka suddenly asked. It was only the three of them, her, Anakin, and Padmé. She’d suspected this for a while, and she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

   Padmé and Anakin fell silent, eyes wide before Anakin finally spoke.

    "What? What? No, of course not we’re-” Her master began.

    “Anakin.” Padmé cut him off. “She deserves to know. She’s like our daughter.” Then she turned to Ahsoka. “Yes. We’re married.”

    Ahsoka smiled. “I knew it!”

    Anakin looked relieved by her reaction. Did he really think she’d feel anything but happiness and a hint of surprise?

     After Ahsoka pried for details, a thought popped into her mind.

      I could be your real daughter.

     Ahsoka decided to ask them about it. They wouldn’t have any reason not to, I mean they obviously had no problem with breaking the Code.

      “I. ..would you-ugh.” She stuttered. Anakin and Padmé looked at her expectantly, and she finally spat it out, after a deep breath. “I would love to be you’re real daughter.” She said quickly.

     Anakin’s eyes widened, and Padmé had a similar reaction.

     "I mean, you said it yourself, I’m like you’re daughter. Plus I call you guys “mom”, and “dad” all the time, so why not? My real parents died on Shili and if something happens to me I want you to have my things. Please?“

       Padmé turned to Anakin. Ahsoka sensed her consent, but Anakin was still processing the whole thing. 

        Anakin, we should do it. This could be the only way for us to have a family.” She reasoned.

       "I wasn’t going to object,“ he said finally, smirking.

      Ahsoka lunged over, hugging them both. 

         "Thats it,” Padmé said, handing Ahsoka the holo-document. “You’re our daughter,”

           Ahsoka smiled, hugging her. “Thanks, mom.”

          “Hey!” Anakin said. “I want a hug from my daughter!”

          Ahsoka rolled her eyes, and hugged Anakin too. “Thanks, dad.”

         "You’re welcome, Snips.“

           "Ahsoka?” Padmé asked. “Me and you’re father-” she smirked at the name. “-were wondering if you want to move in with us? We have plenty of room at our house, and families usually live together.”

           "Of course!“ Ahsoka said, gleefully. "I’ll get my things.”

           Ahsoka Skywalker returned with only a small bag, and a enormous, bright, smile.

         Ahsoka woke from sleep, breathing heavily and her eyes were filled with tears. She crawled out of bed, trying to slow her breathing, telling herself it was just her PTSD acting up again.

     Deciding she needed to cool down, Ahsoka walked into the living room, where she found Padmé, in her sleepwear with a cup of caf.

      Padmé looked her up and down. Ahsoka was wearing a Jedi robe for sleeping, and her eyes were watery.