Luxsoka One-Shots

convoluted chaos

so this is kinda a parallel to broken souls

it's in the same timeline but this doesn't actually happen in that book but it's like a what if situation

idk how to explain it, but it's not in the actual broken souls book

okay coolio

on to the shitty oneshot

Lux Bonteri was sitting in his office in Coruscant when his beautiful girlfriend, Ahsoka Tano, Jedi Padwan of Anakin Skywalker, came busting through his office doors in a black sweatshirt he recognized as his. She looked adorable when she wore his clothes, but sweats in ninety-eight-degree weather didn't seem so smart.

"My Soka! What's wrong? I thought you said you couldn't come today?" He stood up from his mahogany desk and locked eyes with his favorite Togruta.

"I had a rough day," she replied quietly; the girl sounded on the verge of tears, and the senator could've sworn he saw a lump rise in her throat. "Can you hold me?"

"Of course, love," he soothed, holding onto her waist. She clung onto him for dear life, and her breath hitched as she exhaled. "What's the matter? Tell me, please."

"Master Skywalker yelled at me today. He got mad because I froze up on the battlefield. Then he got on a tangent about how I'm fighting in a real-life war with real-life consequences. And then he told me to go to my room but I came here instead." Underneath his baggy sweatshirt, Lux could tell Ahsoka was shivering. Was she cold or was she reliving what happened? "I just don't seem to be good enough for him." The girl let out a sigh and buried her nose into his neck.

"Hey, don't say things like that. You are good enough for him, Soka." He moved her by her shoulders and used his thumb to bring her chin up, causing their eyes to lock again. "I just know it. Master Skywalker comes over here all the time with Miss Padmé and they talk so highly of you. They say how much of a strong and independent woman you are. Baby, don't say you're not worthy."

"But I'm not." Ahsoka turned her head away and flitted her blue eyes to the floor. Lux could tell the lump in her throat was rising. "I messed up on Lothal, Lux. Like really bad. I didn't do anything and I—" her breath hitched again. She was trying to hard not to cry. "I got so many people killed, Lux, because of my stupidity. I'm not worthy."

Lux led her to the sofa and placed her head on his lap. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Let it out," he comforted, stroking her lekku as if it were hair.

"I'm such a failure!" she wailed, letting the water works explode. "I can't do anything right! I let people die! I can't even get this relationship right because I'm too much of a chicken for you to see my naked body!"

The girl dug her face into his slacks, soon making them soaked. As she clung onto him, letting all of her salty tears out, Lux thought he smelled the faintest scent of blood. Why would Ahsoka be bleeding? It smelled fresh, nothing like the smell of menstruation.

"Why wasn't I born as someone else? Someone pretty and talented and lovable and perfect," she spat out, hatred dripping from her mouth.

"Honey, don't be worried about that part. I'm going to love you no matter what you think I might see, but I'm not upset if you're not ready. It's okay. I promise."

"But I'm not pretty! Or skillful or—"

"Shush. Yes you are. The most beautiful woman in the entire galaxy. And you're the only Jedi I know who uses two blades instead of one. Force, Ahsoka, there's so many reasons why I'm helplessly in love with you. Please believe me."