#anakin x reader whump

[anilovie]

Anakin taking care of you when you’re sick.

WC: 1.5k

TW: mentions of throwing up but very brief and no descriptions.

You distinctly remember thinking to yourself — “I better not catch whatever this is” — as soon as the third youngling came into the medbay puking all over the place.

You wore gloves, washed your hands, put on a mask, even knocked on wood— yet you still woke up in the early hours of the morning to an excruciating cramping in your stomach, making you curl into yourself and roll around your bed until your dinner worked its way up your system and out into the toilet (that you thankfully reached just in time).

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so lousy. Being a medic, you knew how to take care of yourself and rarely ever got sick. Much less with a bad GI bug, one that kept you in bed and away from your duties without letting anyone know.

It was very unlike you to go radio silent; which is why Ahoksa thought it was strange that you hadn’t met her in the great hall that morning to go on your daily caf run, like you always do before the day truly begins.

She sought you out in your room, where the lights were still off and it smelled of sickness, and you were bundled in your blankets in the midst of a fitful sleep.

Too weak to get up, you croaked that you didn’t think you could get caf with her today, to which she was completely understanding of. She let you be, cracking a window open on the way out to let fresh air in.

Then promptly went straight to Anakin.

You stirred to the sound of the door opening not even an hour later, lifting your head enough to catch sight of a tall, familiar silhouette equipped with leather tabards, thick utility belt, and lightsaber hanging off the left hip. Something twisted in your stomach, a ball of nervousness rising in you as you realized Anakin had come to see you… alone.

You let your head fall back to the pillows, closing your eyes at the uncomfortable aching in your stomach. You felt the bed dip by your feet as Anakin perched on the edge, metal hand coming up to rest on your shoulder comfortingly.

“Not feeling so good, huh?” He spoke in a hushed voice, rasping in the low register. Despite the pain in your tummy, you preened at his proximity and innocent touch. You’d had the biggest crush on Anakin for quite some time now, but he didn’t know that.

You let out a disgruntled “Mmm” and curled in on yourself further, overtaken by a wave of nausea. Thankfully, you’d forced yourself into a shower after your third round of puking, which was somewhere between midnight and dawn. You were clean, but you’d also slept on wet hair, so you looked all messy.

“Ahsoka said you’ve been getting sick?” He tried to get some words out of you, thumb rubbing soothingly across your arm.

“‘Think I picked something up from the younglings,” you mumbled, face still half buried in your blankets. “You might not want to get too close.”

“How many times have you been sick?” He completely ignored your request.

You thought for a moment. “Three or four times. Haven’t had to in a couple hours though, so I think I’m getting better…”

“Show me where it hurts.”

He wasn’t asking, but his tone was so soft you couldn’t deny him. Plus, he’d come here for you.

You shifted around in bed, rolling onto your back so that you were now looking up at him, surrounded in a cocoon of blankets. You pushed them down to reveal your tummy, clad in your softest and warmest sweater.

“Just my stomach,” you refused to meet his eyes. “But it’s not so bad anymore. Just feel… icky.”

“Hm,” he hummed, eyes flicking up to your face before landing on the hands covering your stomach. You never forgot how handsome he was, but it still shocked you like a slap in the face whenever you were met with him head-on like this. Paired with that soft, raspy voice, the obvious concern in his eyes, and the fact that he’d come just for you— you wanted to melt into a puddle.

“Can I try something?” He spoke, and you lifted your gaze to his face warily. You trusted him, so you nodded your head.

He brought his hand — the flesh one this time— across your body and let it rest on your tummy gently. Just the one hand almost spanned your whole abdomen. You immediately squirmed your hips back, not expecting him to have touched you so brazenly. You and Anakin were friends… but you had yet to cross a line like this before.

You let his hand rest there, hoping he didn’t notice how squishy and bloated you were right now, and if he did, that he didn’t mind. Your hands were curled into fists, tucked under your chin as you peered down at his gentle touch on your tummy curiously, wondering what he was doing.

“Just like this,” he assured you when he saw your alarmed face. “How’s this feel?”

You focused on your stomach again, expecting to be met with that gross nauseous feeling that had been plaguing you for hours. It was still there, but now it was… dull. Muted, like he’d snuffed out the discomfort with a blanket.

Unable to help yourself, you brought your hands down to his, one hand closing over his wrist and the other fitting atop his outstretched hand, keeping him just where he was. “Feels better, Ani,” you sniffed, eyes fluttering closed as warmth from his touch seeped into your aching tummy, soothing it all away.

The corner of his lips pulled up slightly, but he didn’t say anything. Just kept the gentle pressure over your stomach with a little look of concentration on his face. Realizing he wasn’t going anywhere, you let yourself fully relax back into your blankets.

He thought you looked so cute — and slightly pathetic — at the way you melted back into the bed. Cheeks flushed with sickness, hair all messy, oversized sweater falling off your shoulder and over the hands grabbing at his own… he’d stay with you all day if he could. But alas, he had duties to attend to.

“This should last for about half an hour,” he spoke gently after a while. You groggily opened your eyes and frowned as he pulled his hand away, shivering at the loss of warmth and contact.

“Mkay,” you couldn’t keep the whine out of your voice, though you were too proud to complain. “Thanks, Anakin. Doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

“Good,” he cooed, this time with a full smile. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, eyes probing into your face as he scanned you over. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“Can’t. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down.”

“What about something bland… like toast?”

“Mmm,” you crinkled your nose up at the thought, gloriously subdued nausea making it easier to relent. “Alright. But only with a little bit of butter, not a lot.”

“Got it,” that strand of hair seemed to capture his attention, because he kept running it through his fingers, his touch tickling your cheek. “And some tea?”

“Sure,” you squeezed out a grateful, sheepish smile. “With honey, please. Thank you.”

“‘Course,” Anakin leaned over, planting a quick kiss to your forehead. Your skin tingled where his soft lips made contact, eyes blown wide at the sweet action. “Coming right up.”

He left like he’d done nothing at all. Meanwhile, you were lifting your hand to trace your fingertips over the spot he’d just kissed, the phantom touch of his lips still lingering.

You huffed lightly, flustered, and turned onto your side to curl back into a ball. You buried your lovesick smile into your pillows, clutching your favorite stuffie to your chest as you listened to the distant sounds of Anakin clinking around in your kitchen.

It didn’t take long, but you’d still fallen half-asleep again by the time he returned. With the pain in your stomach temporarily dulled and the exhaustion weighing on you from your sleepless night, it was easy to pass out again. Anakin woke you with another gentle touch to your shoulder.

“I’ll leave it here for you when you’re ready to eat something,” his tone dropped to a whisper, not wanting to disturb you anymore. “Get some rest, okay? I’ll be back to check on you tonight.”

Your whole body filled with warmth at his words, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You nodded and blinked open your eyes, blearily regarding him from your blanket cocoon.

“Thank you, Ani,” you slurred sleepily, shivering as he let his flesh hand cup your cheek in an affectionate touch. He was just taking care of you. It didn’t mean what you wanted it to… but it was nice to pretend. “Have a good day. Be safe.”

He just huffed out a silent laugh and withdrew his hand. You were still smiling when you heard his bootsteps recede and your door close. You allowed yourself to fall back into a blissful slumber, head fuzzy with the remnants of his simple touches, clinging to the fact that he would be back later to see you.

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 28

anakin x reader

A/N: Hiii- just so u know this chapter is pretttty long and very plot heavy- just wanna remind yall im not a medical professional lol so sorry any misconstruing of info (i tried my best)!! i hope u all enjoy! i’ll explain more abt the chapter in the notes at the end :)

it’s a month before the baby is due and Anakin gets some news that may alter your future

warnings: cursing, pregnancy, liver failure, hospitals, whump, medical procedures, birth

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September 26th 

It had only been a few weeks since you and Anakin were wed and his health had already deteriorated significantly.

He was now at the point where he was only able to leave the house to go to his weekly check-ups at the hospital.

When he was at home, he tried to be more active and help you out, but you insisted that he take it easy… you wanted him to meet the baby and it seemed that he didn’t have much longer so you didn’t want him to rush the process. 

His pain levels changed with every hour, though some days were worse than others. After his episode on your wedding night he had to start setting alarms to remind him to take his pills so that the medicine would be working at the optimal rate it could. 

He headed your requests for him to “take it easy” but he still did so much for you (much to your chagrin).

At dinner he would get up from his chair to help you ease into yours, he would run bath’s for you and sneakily clean up the kitchen while you bathed, and he would stay up with you when you couldn’t rest. 

You really couldn’t ask for a better husband. 

As for you, the baby was really taking a toll on your tired body- Taking care of yourself, your baby, and your husband was a difficult feat.

Somedays you wanted nothing more than to roll over and not wake up, but you were never in those moods for long. 

Today was no different- You woke up with sharp pains in your lower back but brushed them off, you had been having them all week. Rolling your eyes, you got out of bed. 

Anakin was sitting stiffly on the sofa with one of his mechanical arms wrapped around his side. He was in pain. 

“Ani?” you said, barely above a whisper. 

He turned his focused gaze towards you and his furrowed brows softened, “Hey Angel- how’d you sleep?” he asked in a strained voice. 

You didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched when he tried to shift into a better position. 

“Not too well, but I’ll be ok. How about you? Are you alright?” you asked, walking towards him. 

He quickly nodded before you came closer, “Yea-’m ok, I just need to take my pills- I’ll get them in a minute” he said through gritted teeth. 

“I’ll go get them for you, Ani,” you said, turning towards the kitchen.

Before you knew it, his cool metallic grasp held your arm and made you shiver. 

“No!” he exclaimed before clenching his eyes shut and sucking in a sharp breath. 

“No, I’m ok- you need to rest baby” he said, attempting to guide you to the couch as he hoisted himself up. 

You were about to protest when you felt an uncomfortable sensation in your lower abdomen, 

“Shit!” you exclaimed, gripping the armrest on the couch. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing from the kitchen, pills still in his clenched hand. 

“Nothing- just a harsh kick” you said, attempting to suppress your grimace. 

Anakin didn’t leave. 

“I’m ok Ani, really” you said before he nodded and went back to finish taking his meds. 

The baby had been moving a lot lately, but your doctor said it was normal for babies to be more active if the mother was under stress (which you definitely were). 

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“I’ll see you in a few” Anakin waved as he headed out the door with his jacket to meet Ben at his car. 

Ben and Ahsoka had been taking turns driving Anakin to his weekly appointments since he couldn’t drive himself and it wasn’t safe for you to drive either. They had been a huge help and you would never stop thanking them. 

“Bye Ani” you said before kissing him one last time.

The ride to the hospital was mostly silent between Ben and Anakin, save for the radio that played classic 2000’s hits. 

“How have you been feeling?” Ben asked as he pulled into the hospital’s parking lot. 

“Peachy…” Anakin lamented blankly. 

“I’m being serious Anakin,” Ben sighed.

Anakin took a deep breath, “honestly I feel worse by the day but I don’t want to tell her- she already has enough on her plate…”

Ben’s brows furrowed and he stroked his beard.

“Ben, I don’t know if i’m gonna make it to the birth-”

“Don’t think like that Anakin” Ben cut into his friend’s thoughts abruptly. 

“You’ve got to have hope”.

Anakin nodded silently before allowing his friend to help him out of the car and into his wheelchair.

Anakin could still walk, but it was better for him to conserve the little energy he had.

Of course, he absolutely hated using his chair- but it was the best option. 

The clinic was abnormally warm today and Anakin was getting uncomfortable in his sweatshirt. Ben sat in the chair next to the exam table Anakin was laid up on; head rested against the wall and arms crossed. 

“You didn’t have to stay Ben, I’m sure the news is going to be the same as always” Anakin sighed, staring at the ceiling. 

Anakin’s usual doctor had just taken a few samples to run labs on; a routine procedure for him- all there was to do was wait around for the results. 

“I didn’t want to just leave you in here, It’s perfectly fine Anakin” Ben smiled. 

Before Anakin could answer the doctor knocked on the door once more; in his hand a thick pamphlet along with his usual clipboard. 

“Mr. Skywalker…We have some unfortunate news…” 

Anakin felt his stomach drop- he didn’t expect there to be good news, but he didn’t expect anything other than the ordinary either.

“Yes?” he asked with a waiver in his voice. 

“I’m afraid you have developed acute liver failure… This is when a patient develops sudden and severe liver failure without a history of long-term liver disease. In these cases, an urgent liver transplant may be their only life-saving treatment. And from what your labs are showing- a transplant may be your only saving grace, sir”.

Anakin’s eyes closed, he needed a moment to process this. 

“Alright, how long do I have?” 

The doctor sighed, “There really is no telling sir- but not long…not long at all. Most likely in the next two weeks”.

Ben sat up in his chair, “So what are we going to do for him? There are at least seventy slots before him on the donor list!”

The doctor turned his attention to the bearded man; “We are admitting him to our hepatology and gastrology ward to monitor his condition- we will keep him here as long as we can and try to find a donor that matches his needs.”

“So what I'm hearing is you’re going to stick him in a room and hope he doesn’t die before you can find a plausible liver?” Ben argued but Anakin stopped him. 

“It’s fine, Ben,” he said before directing his attention to the doctor, “I don’t care if I’m miserable, please just try to keep me alive long enough to see my wife deliver our baby.”

“Of course”.

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You were lying on the couch scrolling mindlessly through your phone when Ben’s number flashed across your screen.

Odd, he usually wasn’t the one to call. 

“Hello?”

Hey- umm, we have some bad news. 

“Oh…Oh God-” you sat up immediately. 

Anakin’s condition has turned into acute liver failure and he is in the final stages… He was admitted this afternoon and probably won't-

You heard Ben sniffle on the other line as your own tears dared to fall. 

-won’t be going home again

You felt your world spinning and you had to brace yourself on the couch arm, “Can I see him?- I want to see him,” you said firmly, rising to your feet. 

“No, Visiting hours are over for the day” you could hear the frown in Ben’s voice.

They closed around the time he was finally admitted, so I didn’t even get to see him- but I have his stuff, want me to drop it off?

“U-umm does he need it?” you asked, hoping to delay the blow of reality. 

No

“C-could you just hold onto it for now?”

Of course

“Thank you” you said before hanging up quickly. 

You tossed your phone on the other side of the couch and covered your mouth with your hands. This was real- not just hypothetical dates and times… He was really at the end.

As much as you didn’t want to, you just couldn’t hold back your agonizing cries.

Anakin would really be gone soon.  

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You had a terrible night sleep and felt like absolute shit- not only were you worried about Anakin, you couldn’t get a grasp on the pain you began to feel through your body.

Thankfully Ahsoka was supposed to come over in a while for lunch and to take you to see Anakin at the hospital.

About an hour after you had gotten yourself together for the day, you heard a knock on the door and Ahsoka came in with two to-go boxes. 

“Hello!” she said in a sing-songy voice, “How are my two favorite people doing?”.

You weakly laughed, “not two just yet! But it sure does feel like it's gonna be soon” you exhaled as you rose to your feet. Ahsoka always knew how to lighten a mood. 

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked, putting the food on the counter. 

“I’m not sure, I’ve been feeling off this week- It’s probably just normal pains though” you said, joining her at the table. 

“How are you feeling about…” she began.

You bit your lip and attempted to keep your smile. 

“I’m… not great, but I’m just hoping for a miracle. I-I just need Anakin to be ok” 

Ahsoka nodded and rubbed your upper arms. 

“I understand- I.. Just know that if you need anything or help when the baby comes- please never hesitate to ask”.

You hated that she spoke as if his fate were already sealed, but it mostly was. He had been living with a failing liver longer than he would have admitted to (especially evident in the fact that he never asked for the extra labs on his liver because of his past of alcohol abuse) since he just was trying to ignore the facts until they just went away (they never did). 

“Thank you Ahsoka, It really means a lot” you said, before you felt another sharp pain in your lower back. 

“Woah, are you sure you’re alright?” 

You nodded with gritted teeth, “Yea, It’s fine- Probably just slept wrong” 

“You sure? I can take you to the clinic if you’re worried” she offered.

“No no, I think I’m fine- let's eat!” 

The boxes had just been opened when you felt another jolt of pain shoot up your spine. You shut your eyes and clenched your jaw. 

Ahsoka sprung to your side and placed a gentle hand on your back, “Hey! Are you sure your-” 

She was cut off by your labored breathing; your chest heaved as you slid your chair back. 

“I-I think I just need some… fresh.. A-air” you said, getting to your feet. 

She shook her head, “I think you should stay seated” she coached.

Your world was spinning as pains washed over your body; you focused on your breathing and eventually got yourself to a decently normal cadence. 

You got up to head to the bathroom to splash some cool water on your face when you had to grip onto the sofa for support. You let out a painful cry and your eyes widened when you felt something wet running down your leg. 

Your water broke. 

“A-Ahsok-” you stuttered; you had barely processed what just happened when she was already by your side. 

“Ok- Ok, umm- Just breathe- I’m gonna get you to the hospital! It’s gonna be ok” she said, trying her best to stay calm. 

You nodded and closed your eyes to focus on controlling your breathing- This was really happening.

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Ben sat in the big blue hospital-grade chair beside the exam table; he was reading a history book Satine had gotten for him on wars of the past. 

Anakin was lying wide awake on the uncomfortable exam table; currently he was occupied with the small cracks in the ceiling- at least he was keeping his mind busy. 

Soon enough another physician came in to observe him; Anakin was just about over random people coming in and out of his room like a revolving fucking door! Why did so many doctors need to come in to tell him the same verdict? Wasn’t hearing that he was “gonna to die soon” once enough?!

They began talking him through what the last few days may look like and if Anakin needed someone to talk through his emotions with (He thought that was stupid- why have someone else tell him how to read his own fucking emotions?) .

The doctor left to grab something (again) and Anakin turned to Ben. 

“Do you think Snipps is bringing y/n over soon?” he asked tiredly. 

Ben looked up and shrugged, “I assume so, they probably just got a late start”.

The doctor came back in and began to drone on about some other “experimental treatments” when Ben’s phone started to ring. He excused himself and went into the hallway- it was Ahsoka.

“Hello?” 

Hey Ben! So um… we’re not gonna make it to visit Anakin today- y/n’s water just broke and we’re on the way to the hospital now. 

“Maker! She isn’t due for another four weeks!” Ben exclaimed.

I know- Skyguy wasn’t picking up. Just let him know what's going on. I’m pretty sure she wont be up there to see him anytime soon though.

“Alright, I’ll let him know, be safe- And good luck y/n” Ben said before hanging up and swiftly making his way back to Anakin’s room. 

Ben quietly knocked but urgently entered the room; the doctor and Anakin’s focus both shifted to him. 

“Ben, You alright?” Anakin asked- he could read the worry all over his friend’s face. 

“Anakin… y/n has just gone into labor”

Anakin’s eyes widened and he sat up abruptly before grabbing his side in pain. 

“Woah, take it easy Mr. Skywalker” the doctor informed, placing his steady hands on his patient’s shoulders. 

“I need to see her!” Anakin exclaimed, trying to push himself up. 

“No, you don’t need to overexert yourself, you’ll just worsen your condition”

“Doc, she’s a month early- I need to be there for my wife” Anakin protested, pushing himself off of the examination table. 

Thankfully he was already wearing his prosthetics today; even though it wasn’t recommended he was allowed to wear them some days (much to his physician’s displeasure). 

The doctor ignored his protests and kept him sat. 

“Sir I cannot let you leave, you are my patient and I need to look after your wellbeing and exhausting yourself by going all the way to the maternity ward is not in the interest of your physical wellbeing!”

Anakin’s gaze hardened and he looked over the physician’s shoulder to Ben, “Is she alright Ben? Maker-Please tell me she’s alright” he begged. 

Ben gave a sympathetic look before sighing, “I’m not sure, Ahsoka didn’t give many details”.

Anakin threw his head back onto the plush table and let out a defeated sigh. 

“I am very sorry Mr. Skywalker, but I need to continue your exami-”

Anakin shot up again, this time with all of his strength. His eyes conveyed desperation, sadness, anger, and worry as he wrapped a mechanical hand around the doctor’s wrist.

“We both know my condition is a death sentence- unless I miraculously get a donor in the next week, I’m not gonna see the end of the month. So hear me when I tell you I will not sit idly by when my wife is scared and alone giving birth for the first time. I will not leave her feeling like i didn’t care” Anakin physically shook with emotion. 

Ben came to his side and tried to talk him down; even if he disagreed with the doctor’s order, he was the more level headed between himself and his friend. 

“She is my wife and I will be by her side to see our baby born- even if it’s the last thing I do, at least I was there with her and left her knowing I'd come when she needed me.” 

The doctor’s own eyes began to water once he was released from Anakin’s hold, but even so he shook his head, “I-i’m truly sorry sir, B-but I do not-”

“I could drop dead any fucking day! Can you not just let a dying man be there for his wife?! For Goddsake, my wife is delivering four weeks early?! She’s probably terrified down there!” he practically screamed.

The doctor looked to Ben for guidance but only found the bearded man casting a disapproving gaze his way. 

“He will find a way to leave regardless of what you prescribe” Ben warned. 

Finally, after a moment of contemplation, the doctor nodded and shortly left the room, “I hope you realize, this is not a wise decision- I will have to refer you to a different physician”. 

Anakin’s eye twitched at the man’s words, it was basically a “fuck you” to him. But he didn’t care, what he cared about was getting to you. 

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Ahsoka drove like a madwoman to get you here quickly; once you arrived you were taken from the emergency room to the maternity ward. Ahsoka wasn’t allowed to come into the room with you, so she was left pacing the waiting room nervously. 

Another wave of searing pain washed through your body as you clenched your eyes shut. You bit back a scream and clawed at the hospital grade mattress beneath you. 

Maker, you were never doing this shit again. 

Your whole body trembled as you let out a strained cry. You weren’t due for another month- why was this happening now? Was the baby going to be alright?

After another cry you managed to get one of your many questions out.

“W-Where’s Ana-anakin?” you huffed out to a nurse (who definitely had no idea who you were talking about).

“What’s that darling?” she asked, trying to be as comforting as she could.

“My h-husband, Wh-where is he” you asked desperately- your mind was in a whirr and you were not thinking straight. 

“Does he h-have his legs on? Or d-does he need my help-” 

“I’m sorry mam, I don't understand?” she offered. 

You were about to speak again when another sharp pain nipped at your lower back; you groaned and pushed your head back into the pillows behind you. 

What if Anakin wasn't coming, what if something happened?

You trembled in pain and fear- this was all new to you and you were alone…

After what felt like ages another midwife came in to assist- she seemed more experienced than the first one; once she saw your scared state she immediately went to comfort you. 

“ts all gonna be alright, Hon. We’re gonna fix you up with some pain meds and make you as comfortable as we can- The baby ‘s gonna be alright ‘n your husband’s comin’ soon- just try to breathe'' she spoke with a warm southern accent that almost made it seem like what she was saying was true. 

You nodded and took one of the ice chips she offered you. The cold chip felt nice as it melted in your mouth; they provided some much needed cooling from your uncomfortably warm body. 

Your eyes were soon shut tightly from pain, “I-I don’t th-think I can do t-this” you cried as you braced for another rush of pain. 

In the moment the sensation reached its peak, the door burst open making you gasp; you couldn’t help the overwhelming sobs once you realized who it was. 

Anakin- he was standing tall and covered in the required scrubs; they fit him terribly and one of the other midwives had to hold them up as he stumbled towards you. 

“Angel!” he called once he was by your side. 

“Ani! You came?!” you exclaimed, desperately reaching for him. 

“Of course I came, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss it for the world” (and that was really true). 

“A-are you going t-to be ok? What about your l-liver?” you fretted over your husband’s condition. 

“I’ve got it taken care of, just focus on breathing for me, ok?” The calmness of his voice helped your worries subside.

Your eyes opened just enough to look over his worried features before you screwed them shut once more. You pushed your head into the pillow as your back arched in pain. 

“A-Ani” you cried as you grabbed onto one of his mechanical hands; good thing he couldn’t actually feel your grip because it definitely would have pained him. 

“Shhh- it's all going to be ok princess. you’ve got it” he said sweetly as he ran his other hand over your hair. 

“I-I’m sorry Ani” you sobbed. 

“No, no! What do you have to apologize for? Nothing baby- nothing” he said, pressing kisses to your temple. 

“The baby wasn’t due for f-four more weeks- I put them in d-danger”.

“What? No, they just wanted to come see us early- that's all. You’ve done nothing wrong” he tried to smile. 

He was a good actor, but you knew he was hurting just as much as you were. 

With what little strength you had left, you pulled him closer; “I-I’m scared…What if the baby doesn't make it Ani?”.

His brows upturned sadly, “Oh no, baby- don’t think about that now, you’re doing great and so is the baby”. 

Somehow his words calmed you (even though he wasn’t the least bit certified to be telling you these things).

You nodded and asked him to hold you closer and he did the best he could. 

You fell in and out of consciousness but were still able to follow the midwife's instructions. The whole time Anakin stayed by your side comforting you (and hiding his own pain from you). 

“She's losing a lot of blood” a midwife relayed to the doctor, who then barked some orders to another nurse. 

“Did you hook her up to the IV?” one of them asked.

“What?! What’s happening?” Anakin demanded, walking closer to the nurse at your feet.

“We’ll have to do an emergency C-section” the midwife said to the doctor, ignoring Anakin’s worried questions. 

“Is she going to be alrig-” Anakin started. 

“Sir, Please back away- we’re handling it.”

He was about to respond when you tugged weakly on his arm begging for him to come back. He bit his lower lip and quickly made his way back to you. Your eyes were unfocused and glassy.

“A-ani, I can’t- I c-can't-” you croaked out as your body began to wear down.

“It’s going to be ok Angel. It’s going to be alright, just stay awake for me” he repeated as he brushed the loose strands of hair out of your face. 

After a particularly painful contraction you fell limp and Anakin’s heart skipped a beat. 

“Y/n!? Baby, please wake up for me- please” he begged as he caressed your flushed face. 

He felt his tears falling- he never thought he would be the one to lose you.

After a moment your eyes hazily opened and closed; Anakin’s pulse was racing as he attempted to gain your attention. 

“That’s it Sweetheart! Just try to stay awake for me please” he cried as your eyes finally landed on him (thought they were still unfocused).

“A-Ani-”

A midwife began to unlock the wheels of the hospital bed; an odd feeling washed over Anakin and he stood still for a moment gripping onto the bed rail for support. 

“Sir, Please move your hand off of the bed” the nurse sternly asked. 

No response. 

“We need to take her into surgery right now. Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to-” 

Anakin collapsed onto the floor with a thud- the nurses initially figured he passed out from the stress of watching his wife give birth, but once he started clawing at his side in agony they realized it was something else.

You heard his painful howls and snapped back into reality (just for a moment). 

“Anakin!” you exclaimed as you watched him struggle on the floor beside you. 

“Sir- Sir what’s wrong?” one attempted to ask.

“He’s in the last stages of liver failure- He needs a doctor!” you cried. 

All you wanted was to go to him, but your own pain was immobilizing. The next moments were a blur; first they wheeled you down to the operation room- you cried on the way, begging for them to let you stay with Anakin (you were not in the right head space to be making any decisions). 

Anakin was left on the floor as they took you out of the room- was he ever going to see you again? He felt himself slipping away…

He felt the darkness clouding his vision. 

He felt… 

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a/n: it’s getting hella juicy… i hope this chapter wasn’t too everywhere haha… i’m not gonna lie idk that much abt liver failure but i do know abt acute liver failure. the next chapter is gonna have some medical stuff too and some of it is pretty rare, ngl (mostly pertaining to the birth) just cause im a sucker for drama- so sorry if it’s not the most realistic (everything i’ll write in the next chapter is possible tho/ just in very specific circumstances hahah)

Also i’m not the best with timelines and not entirely sure how long some of these medical things last… oops- that all being said!!! thank you all for the support and interest in my story :)

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I write short one shots about any era of Anakin Skywalker, whether it is reader-inserts, anidala, or obikin (platonic or romantic). I do not write smut of any kind, so forewarning everyone about that. I will also do some au’s! Please send in requests, my inbox is open!!

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Desiderium: Whelve

Part IV of ???

Masterlist

Part V

* To bury something deep; to hide *

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Disclaimer - DNI if under the age of 18. This is a dark and mature story involving themes of torture, substance abuse, addiction, trauma, PTSD, injury detail

Word Count - 10k

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The silence that followed the wreck was more terrifying than when the ship had screamed its way through the forrest, leaving nothing but a torrent of destruction in its violent path towards the planet's surface. The sirens had stopped, the engines had ceased their screeching, and the skeleton of the ship itself heaved out a sigh as the metal collapsed inwards, nothing but a heap of scrap metal left behind. No one made a sound, no voices, no wildlife, no chirping sparrows or chittering critters, nothing but the creaking of the nearby trees, their branches straining under the weight of debris.

A T-shuttle swept overhead, jetting off into the distance with a mighty shrill, white plumes splitting the atmosphere.

Obi-wan heaves himself from the wreckage, a fist tightly clamped over Leia's wrist and dragging her behind him. His face stained grey concealed his sickly pallor, and his hair stood on end in any and all directions. The world spun on its axis, and he knelt, panting heavily, on a thick piece of sheet metal, blinking furiously to clear the smog and soot from his eyes. Just before the ship had crashed into the planet, he had managed to launch himself towards Leia, wrapping her in his arms and using what strength he had to harness the force to protect them from the metal around them. They had been thrown around and battered, with smoke-clogged throats and stammering hearts, but managed to emerge from the wreck largely unscathed. 

He felt dizzy, he felt sick, and if Leia wasn't watching him so intensely he would've heaved his guts out right then and there, such strenuous use of the force splitting his mind and body, his skull brooding a terrible ache.

"You're okay." He pants, sitting up straight on his knees, both hands falling on Leia's shoulders to pull her close, half to prop himself upright. "You're okay." She was ashen underneath the dirt and dust that caked her skin, and she still fiercely clutched onto his cream blanket, wide eyes wild and unblinking. She nods once, twice, tear tracks cleaning rivulets down her cheeks. Obi-wan smiles to himself, despite the landing her braids had stayed in. His head spins back towards the wreckage: her braids. Aeris.

He stands shakily, careful not to dislodge the metal he stood on, and finally takes in the scene before him. The ship lay in a staggering heap, nestled within a circumference of trees, all singed and broken and creaking dangerously with the wind. Their path through the tree-line was mockingly obvious, with a clear striking of charred and flattened foliage leading straight to the crash site. The engines had dislodged from the ship just before its landing, and lay, charred and smoking with fires flickering within, 10 foot away from the main chunk of metal on which Obi-wan stands. It had been their explosion that had sent the ship plummeting to the ground, and Obi-wan could clearly see scorch marks travelling up the body of the ship from its rear. The main body of the ship had faired far better, somewhat protected from the engines, and not taking the brunt of the landing like the cockpit, but still lay in disarray with cargo-boxes strewn about. 

He steps cautiously, slowly heading towards where the front of the ship should have been, Leia's hand tightly clasped within his own. 

"Aeris!" He calls, no hope in his chest as he surveys the front of the ship. It had taken the brunt of the landing, and lay in a shattered heap, caved in upon itself, console split in two. He swallows thickly, brushing soot from his face with his sleeve as his eyes search steadily. He didn't feel any sort of fondness for the girl, he could admit, but he would have to be some sort of monster to not worry about her fate, and which state he may find her in. He nearly flinches when he spots her maroon blanket in the wreck, cringing away from the red with a thickness coating his throat and tongue. "Aeris?" He calls again, guiding Leia away from the blanket. He breathes deeply, attempting to steady his heart. Another person he had had a hand in killing.

Glass glittered along the entire front of the wreckage, glinting at him from his vantage point atop a round curvature of metal, furrowed brows and darkened eyes travelling slowly across the scene. 

"Aeris!" Leia shouts next to him, hands cupped around her mouth. Somewhere in the distance, a tree falls, bellowing on its way. "Ben, Ben do you think-" Leia's voice is small, hands clenching around her blanket. 

"I'm going to look. You're going to stay here." He leans down, ready to drop the short distance into what he presumed would have been the doorway to the cockpit. 

"But-!"

"Leia, please." He grasps her shoulders firmly, halting her in place. "Stay here."

Leia frowns, wide glossy eyes staring back at him. He falls the distance to the cockpit, landing ungracefully and wincing at an agitated agony in his shoulder. Perhaps he hadn't gotten away completely unscathed. The cockpit was silent, with nothing but the shattering of glass beneath his feet and the groaning of the steelwork under him. "Aeris?" He calls again, ducking beneath a horribly disfigured arch of metal, using the force to ensure it wouldn't topple onto him. 

"Aeris!" He shouts to nothing in particular, slowly clambering over a piece of metal jutting up from the floor-sheet, eyes finally landing on the pilot's console. He swallows at the image, brows creasing and what little hope that had festered in his chest diminishing in an instant. It had been split, jagged with electricity spluttering and sparking from its spliced wires, straight-through on its left side. Not a single piece of glass remained in the viewport, and yet comically the pilot's seat looked untouched. 

Something shifts, and he freezes in place, hands outstretched at either of his sides, eyes wide and ears straining. Something jumps in his throat, but he doesn't dare swallow for fear of missing another noise.

"Aeris!" He feels the strain to his throat, but refuses to cough nor swallow, head tilting to the side and every muscle in his neck tense. 

A hiss, a pained pitiful thing, catches on the wind and nearly sweeps straight past him. His head snaps back towards the console and he steps cautiously, feet taking him as fast as he was able. He nearly jumps backwards when a gloved hand lands atop the console, a pale shaking fist, clawing at the dead-buttons, with a body slowly following its heaving efforts.

"Aeris!" He shouts again, his chest swelling and dread lifting, hurrying over to the shallow gap beneath the console, finding her wedged between the console and pilot-chair, and already clawing her way out from underneath it. It was a miracle.

"Obi-wan," She hisses tightly, both arms attempting to haul herself up from the floor, using the creaking console as support, with one leg propped up against the floor. Her hair hangs in wild locks around her head, thoroughly wind-swept and looking lightly singed, her face morphed into a carefully constructed neutral, despite the soot and dirt that marred it. 

Whatever she was about to say dies on her lips as his hands land on her shoulder and forearm, attempting to guide her steadily to her feet. "Are you okay? What happened?" He questions slowly, chest rising and falling rapidly despite his outward calmness. He surveys her hunched figure fully, and is amazed at the notable lack of blood. "Slow down, slow down." 

"'m fine." She grits out, and yet as soon as she straightens fully her legs buckle, falling sideways into the console with a pained gasp. The only thing preventing her from crashing into the floor being Obi-wan's strong grip on her forearm and hip.

"No, no you're not." Obi-wan tries to ease her back down into a sitting position, but she pushes his hands away in a lame attempt to be stubborn. He remains half-squatted, her attempt at remaining full height only barely being taller than his hunched figure. Blood drips from somewhere along her hairline as she leans forward, shaking hands grasping at his forearms as she tries to steady herself through shallow breaths. His eyes fall to her legs, attempting to spot the cause of her turmoil, but they look surprisingly steady for a woman whose hands he could feel shake against him. 

"Breathe." He instructs softly, looking up at her through her wild locks. Her eyes stare emptily at the floor between them, brows furrowed and lips parted, shallow rapid breaths falling from her lips. "Aeris, you need to breathe. Slowly, in and out." 

"I- I can't." She breathes again, shaking her head lamely and hands leaving his arms to rest back against the console. He attempts to place a hand against her spine, intending to help instruct her to regain control of her breathing as he had done for many comrades throughout the years, but as soon as his palm connects with her side, a horrible shriek catches in her throat, eyes clenching shut and nails digging into his arms as she folds into herself. It takes all of his strength to catch her and lower her gently to the steel floor. He crouches next to her, one hand on her shoulder, keeping her propped up against the console, and the other hovering cautiously, unsure where to touch. 

"Don't-" She gasps out, attempting to regain control despite a dwindling lack of oxygen reaching her lungs. "I just, need a minute." One of her hands comes up to rest against her forehead, trying to stem the blood that seemed to drip incessantly. "m fine."

"Aeris, trust me, you're going to pass out if you don't breathe. With me, just once; in." He breathes in deeply, watching as she attempts to do the same. Her fists clench atop her knees as she breathes in slowly, breath shaking unsteadily in her throat until she's grimacing and another groan catches in her throat, teeth clenched and head rocking forward to hide her face from view. Her fists twitch on her knees, shaking hands jerking involuntarily towards her torso. It is only then Obi-wan realises. 

"Show me." He commands, both hands in his lap as he kneels next to her, her blood-shot eyes snapping towards him, still hunched over herself and hands gripping at the material covering her thighs. "Your torso, let me see."

"I-" She pauses, chest rising and falling erratically, unable to think due to the flickering spasms that lit up her torso like fire with every pained breath. "It's fine, I just-"

"You can't breathe." Obi-wan states matter of factly, and yet she feels as if she is being scolded with the look he sends her. She hesitates, gasps leaving her chest in an attempt to calm her speeding heart. Her eyes close and brows furrow, fingers tentatively curling around the hem of her shirt. She tugs the material gently, wincing with every shift of fabric against tender skin. When she feels she has exposed most of the damage she pauses, eyes falling on Obi-wan's ashen features.

'That is not from the landing' is the first thing Obi-wan thinks, staring with a clenched jaw at the lashings of magenta and maroon that encircled her torso, her right side practically engulfed. He could see her ribs press painfully against the tender skin, and strips of flesh-coloured tape winding around her ribcage, pulling at the skin with every breath. His hand approaches hesitantly, thick fingertips barely grazing a particularly dark smattering before Aeris is hissing out through clenched teeth and twisting away from him. "They're broken, I'm sure of it."

"No, shit." She bites out between breaths. "I was thrown," another breath. "against the console."

"I can't do anything here." Obi-wan reasons calmly, not rising to her temper. "Come on, we have to get somewhere safe. Those shuttles could be back any minute." He offers her his right arm, the incredulous look she send him doing little to dissuade his desire to help. With a sigh and a grunt, she grabs ahold of his robed forearm, tentatively rising to her feet. She flinches away from his left hand that comes to rest flat and heavy against her left side. He notices her apprehension. "It'll hurt, but it'll help."

"I need my bag." She mutters, hazy eyes sweeping the cluttered cockpit as they shuffle back in the direction Obi-wan had come from. He pauses, quickly spotting the small satchel half buried beneath an indented wall. His left hand flies out, palm outstretched as the bag lands in his grasp. Aeris looks particularly unamused by the action, but takes her bag from him with a gracious nod. 

Slowly, agonisingly so, the pair shuffle amongst the wreckage, Aeris half-hunched and breathing through her teeth as Obi-wan attempts to find the least hazardous way back out of the wreckage.

"Ben!" Leia calls excitedly, hopping down from her vantage point. Her eyes immediately fall on the woman reluctantly in his grasp, who now stared in stunned disbelief at the soot-covered blanket-hugging girl in front of her. "Aeris!"

"You- you're both-" She promptly decides to close her mouth, her jaw swinging shut with a click and her brows furrowing further. She sways on the spot slightly, and Obi-wan's grip on her side tightens, pulling her minimally closer. She was stubborn, he knew, but she also looked a strong breeze away from collapsing into a boneless heap. He could practically see the cogs in her brain slowly churning, and knew it wouldn't be long until they ground to a sudden and irreversible halt. 

"Leia, take her bag. We need to get away from this ship and somewhere safe for the night."

The sky above the trio hung light and watery above their heads, baby blue with wisps of feather-light clouds dotted across the atmosphere, a tiny blinding sun creeping past its midpoint in the sky. Streams of pink and orange had begun to creep over the horizon, signally the end of a day.

Leia steps forward, Aeris reluctantly allowing her to pull the small satchel from her clenched fist, missing the opportunity she had to dig her nails into something. Leia quickly looks away, beginning to lead the two back out of the wreckage, uncomfortable with the amount of blood that spilled from Aeris' brow.

"How are you both alive?" She questions, blinking harshly and lamely wiping at the stream of blood that dripped steadily from her hairline.

"Luckier than most, for once." Obi-wan mutters, calling for Leia to turn right and head deeper into the thick of the forest. Hopefully, they would find a place to shelter for the night. Even more hopefully, they would last long enough to make it that far.

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The trio had been walking for hours, Leia leading and swinging Aeris' bag around with little care in the world. Obi-wan and Aeris on the other hand, had had to fight and stagger against the foliage the entire way, the thick and intricate root systems that carpeted the forest floor making the journey longer and more laborious than it should have been. Tall, domineering trees hung high above their heads, with a thick layer of leaves and interwoven branches chocking out a majority of the sunlight, which barely managed to illuminate the forest floor in spotted and sparse clusters of light. Surprisingly, the trees were hollow inside after about a foot of bark, and many head great splits and fissures down their sides exposing their hollow innards. The air was cool and damp, and a comforting scent of moss and earth encapsulated the whole forest floor. 

Aeris felt physically sick, her brain feeling as though it was trying to squeeze its way out of the gash on her head. Each step she took sent the horizon flipping and rocking before her, and each foot-fall sent smoke billowing towards the campfire that had engulfed her ribcage, each rib creaking of its own accord as she struggled to stagger through the brush. Using what little consciousness she clung to, she felt her anger bubbling up against her throat. She had been doing fine, good even, the adrenaline from the chase making her forget completely about her injuries. Truthfully, she had felt better in those few fleeting moments that she had in days, and then she had gone head-first into the navigation console, her head absorbing most of the impact as she had been ungracefully thrown around the cockpit like a rag doll. She had managed to secure herself under the console, clinging to a jutting piece of metal for dear life, before her head had smacked against something and then she had awoken feeling like death. Not even able to breath without seeing spots dancing across her vision from the pain of it. Nothing had improved since then. 

To make matters worse, or rather, better for everyone else except her, no one else had so much as a scratch. She didn't want Leia or Obi-wan to be injured, definitely not Leia, but this must've been some sort of cruel joke. She was being mocked, the universe was mocking her, and a spotless Jedi practically carrying her through the forest was just the right method of mockery to have her wanting to rip her own throat out.

They had been travelling in quiet silence for hours, Aeris deciding to sacrifice her pride and swing her right arm across Obi-wan's broad shoulders instead of using his forearm as a crutch. Her fingers had grown numb from the effort, and she couldn't help but release a sigh as her weight shifted from her battered torso to the shoulders of the Jedi next to her. She didn't want his help, but it was becoming increasingly evident she needed it.

She hadn't been this close to someone in a vulnerable capacity in nearly 10 years, and she was thankful her brain struggled to cling to its anger, embracing the empty confusion and pain over whatever feelings of panic would have spiked if she could truly appreciate her situation. 

When Aeris' body finally collapsed, she couldn't even blame it on an upturned root or a particularly hard clump of grass. No, her legs had simply buckled and she had nearly gone slipping out of Obi-wan's grasp if he had been a moment slower. He winces at the tug on his shoulder as Aeris' weight suddenly falls against him, but her inability to shift back into some attempt at standing has his concern flaring.

"Aeris?" He questions sternly, hand squeezing tight around her wrist thrown over his right shoulder. "Aeris, what's wrong?" 

"I-" Oh, everything was spinning horrendously. She squeezes her eyes shut tight, but even the darkness behind her eyelids swims as she tilts to the side, pulling away from Obi-wan but him not allowing her to. "Everything's moving." She tries to explain, suddenly feeling the cool earth beneath her legs and warm hands pressing her back up against the rough bark of a tree. 

"My head." She finalises, as if that explained exactly what was wrong, both hands coming up in an attempt to stop her head from spinning. She blinks harshly, trying to clear the spots from her vision, the hazy figure of Obi-wan wobbling in front of her. 

"Yes, you're concussed. You're been slurring your words ever since I found you." Obi-wan sounds as if he's boredly reciting a ships manual, but Aeris is too busy trying not to throw up over them both to really listen to the tone he used. "We've made it further than I'd hoped, we'll stay here for the night." 

Leia's little face pops into her peripheral, and despite the pain in her side Aeris makes an effort to push her away, shoving a little too harshly. "Stay away, I'm gonna be sick." 

"You won't be sick, you're hardly green enough for that." Two hands firmly pull her own away from her face, and she flinches as two warm hands unexpectedly grasp either side of her face, eyes popping open in alarm. It took everything in her not to smack his hands away, but she could barely feel her own at the moment. "You'll be fine, but you need to slow down and listen."

The parental tone has her fingers twitching at her sides, heavily considering what would happen if she punched him square in the jaw. She'd probably get stabbed through by a lightsaber, she muses, but at least she'd have gone out swinging. 

"You feel so bad because you're still not breathing. I know it hurts but you have to breath. You're slowly starving yourself of oxygen, and your brain will eventually shut you down and force you to give it the oxygen it needs."

"You're full of shit."

"Perhaps, but I'm also correct." His hands pull away from her face, beckoning Leia over as he instructs. "Breathe with me, in." And despite her frustrations, she listens. Sucking a timid breath in through her lungs, and promptly pausing as soon as it got to a point where that fire licked against her lungs. "That's it, through the pain. In." If she hadn't been so furious, she would've been humiliated, but she listens, for no other reason than to get him to shut up. Her hands grip against the fabric covering her thighs as she continues to breath in, finally stopping when it became too unbearable. She repeats, once, twice, each breath shaky, but her vision stilling with every rise and fall of her chest. 

"Better?" Was that arrogance she heard? She couldn't bring herself to care as the world slowly stills around her, blinking rapidly as he finally settles into focus.

Aeris begins to nod, but promptly decides that is a bad idea as she physically feels her brain flop around her skull with the movement. 

"I can feel my brain."

"That's good, I was beginning to worry you didn't have one." She sees red, and if Obi-wan hadn't taken that moment to grasp both of her wrists firmly, he would've had a blaster shot straight through his head. "Your heart rates coming down and you already sound better. You were depriving yourself of oxygen. Keep breathing."

She hadn't even noticed she had stopped, and focussed back on the agonised rise and fall of her chest. Fists returning to their spot against her thighs as Obi-wan places her satchel between them. "Any cloth inside?"

"No."

"Needle and thread?"

"The front pocket." Aeris watches carefully as he unzips the front pocket, body tense as he sifts through its contents before pulling out a small sealed pack, a titanium needle glinting inside. She would've made some effort to push her bloody locks from her face, but she couldn't bring herself to unclench her fists from around her legs as she focusses on breathing.

Obi-wan materialises a small flask of water from within his robes, pouring the last few drops onto the corner of Leia's blanket with some before turning to Aeris with a quiet air of timidity, as if anticipating she would bite his hand off if he misplaced a single digit. He shuffles closer, minimally, knee pressing against her outer thigh. Aeris' jaw clenches as Obi-wan's hands approach, amber eyes staring at him intensely as the cloth finally dabbles along her cheek and chin. He makes an effort to clear all the blood from her features, slowly and steadily making his way to her hairline, where he parted the hair strands as best he could. 

It is only when she allows him this close that he notices the healing abrasion along her right cheek, the small stretch of glossy-skin indicating the tell-tale signs of a wound recently healed. Her left eye was the main attraction, with soft hues of blue and yellow encircling a blood-shot eye. He controls his gaze fervently, not daring to allow himself to linger too long. What had she been doing before she had come crashing down that alleyway?

He splits her parting when he finally reaches the cause of the problem, a pronounced gash travelling across the left side of her scalp, with a crusting layer of dried blood beginning to form. His movements are practiced and methodical, not betraying the squirming anxiety that nestled in the cavity of his chest, mind a million lightyears away in a life that had been destroyed a decade ago. Aeris remains silent as he works, even when he begins stitching the wound back together, rigid and unmoving with her eyes hazily surveying their surroundings. 

Sat on a particularly large upturned root only 5 steps away sits Leia, watching the interaction with a frown.

He beings packing the needle away, eyes falling from her features as he begins to talk. Already anticipating a fight. "Your ribs need tending to. Lay down so I can have a look."

"No." Is her immediate response, and Obi-wan looks up at her from beneath his auburn locks, not even raising his head to address her. "I couldn't see my head, I can see my ribs. I am more than capable of sorting them." She holds a shaking hand out, waiting for her bag expectantly. 

What she really wanted to say was 'Fuck off before I do or say something I'll regret. Stop staring at me with those eyes, stop talking in that tone, stop offering to help, stop making me remember, you are cruel. Stop, stop, stop.'

With a sigh, Obi-wan hands the satchel back, and she immediately pulls her helmet from it, all of her medical supplies tumbling out from the helmet and back into the satchel. He watches as she doesn't even regard a bacta-patch, placing it down delicately beside her in favour for a stim. She tugs her sleeve up, but just before she can plunge the syringe into her wrist Obi-wan's hands fly out to stop her, gripping her fist tightly. 

She looks to him, startled, stim hovering mere inches from her pale wrist. "What? You want me to walk around unmedicated?"

"I want you to be able to walk." He draws her fist gripping the syringe away from her wrist, holding it steady in the air between them. "This won't do anything." 

I have been managing. She curses him inside her own head, fingers flexing around the syringe as she eyes him warily, assessing how best to argue this. She had been running around on god-knows how many broken ribs for the last two days, and now he was going to lecture her on her capabilities? She glowers at him from her position collapsed agains the trunk of a tree, a muscle in her jaw ticking. Using a bacta-patch was out of the question, no way would she allow herself to waste one of those on a matter as insignificant as pain.

"We're not using anything more valuable than a stim unless we have to." She states fiercely, attempting to tug her wrist free. Obi-wan is bigger and stronger, and her jostled muscles and inability to breath fully has her strength diminished. "I have all night to heal."

"You won't heal." Obi-wan allows her to struggle against his hold on her fist, watching with contemplative eyes. "Stims are for small injuries, they're essentially a glorified adrenaline boost. Half of its 'healing' will go to your head, which doesn't need it, and your ribs will still be broken." 

"I know how they fucking work."

"Then you know you'd only be wasting one, and you would be just as slow and pained tomorrow." 

Oh, how she hated the look he was giving her, blood broiling within her veins as she glowers back; why did he care? She could deal with the pain, she could deal with the pleasant numbness that coated her brain, she did not want to be able to think, and if drugs were out of the question on this journey, pain would do. 

"I will be good tomorrow."

"I've been practically dragging you for the last two hours of our journey, you really consider that good progress? You think you will fair much better after sleeping on a forest floor?" Obi-wan comments as if the woman he was trying to reason with had any capacity to reason, even on a good day. His temper was flaring, but he remained as calm as he could manage, clearly there was something more to her reluctance. 

"I don't need your help." And suddenly, the issue wasn't just the bacta-patches. I don't want it, not from you. 

"Yes, you do." 

She stares at him, grip tightening on the stim as his eyes bore back into her own, some of his spark returning. You couldn't save us a decade ago - her memories swirl with the anger that fogged her mind, of the bodies that littered the streets, piled high above her head; the scar at the back of her neck itches - I certainly don't need a Jedi now. 

Obi-wan watches the woman before him, gaze flitting about her face in some effort to understand what the problem was. She needed to be healed, and she was evidently in a great deal of pain - she had stopped breathing properly, again - and yet she continued to fight against him, wasting a resource for the sake of another, refusing help despite the fact she could barely hold her own head up. Outwardly she looked relatively okay, wild hair and dirt-crusted clothes aside, but he could sense her exhaustion radiating from the grip he had against her. 

"We need your help to get off this planet, and you won't be any use like this."

She hesitates, grip around the stim beginning to fall lax, the muscles in her arm screaming at her to let it go, to rest, to just accept the help. She breathes deeply, once, blinking away the dots that had begun to creep back into her vision, eyes falling down Obi-wan's frame and back up again. All she could see before her was the Jedi Order, and all her memories chanted back at her; betrayal, disappointed, abandoned, and then debt, debt, debt.

"Please." Leia's quiet voice breaks the tense silence, Aeris' dark gaze falling to the girl, who now stood wringing her hands together. 

Obi-wan notices the shift in her eyes, from frantic fury to melancholic acceptance, gingerly pulling the stim from her grasp and allowing her arms to fall back against her sides. "Jacket off," He instructs, placing the satchel next to him. "and lay down."

"Leia," He doesn't watch Aeris shrug off her jacket - placing it in a crumpled heap as she gingerly lays down against the cool dirt floor, grimacing all the while - focussing instead on Leia to offer her some privacy. "can you please gather some little twigs and sticks and stack them somewhere nearby? Stay where I can see you."

He glances down at Aeris, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The barely concealed fury on her face was almost laughable, but the way every muscle in her body seemed wound tight and ready to lurch at the crunch of a leaf had him quickly remembering the seriousness of the situation. He repositions, crouching next to her on one knee, both hands hovering lightly over the shirt that hid the damage from view. With a deep breath, he curls his fingers around the bottom of her grey shirt, careful not to graze her skin as he does. 

"I'm going to lift this, slowly." He narrates as he slowly lifts the garment higher, approaching her like a wounded animal - one unannounced move, and she would attack and he would be her unfortunate prey. When his knuckles brush against the binding on her chest, he places the shirt as gently and respectfully as he can against her chest, pulling his hands away quickly and resting one outstretched hand atop his knee. 

"Oh my-" A hand comes up to cover his mouth, rubbing against his beard. The sight before him was far worse than he had expected, only catching a quick and rather distracted glimpse at her torso earlier. She was a trim and athletic woman, and that meant her ribs had little padding, and now pushed against her battered skin with every small breath, the ridges between them overtly visible even despite the discolouration. Dark and hideous hues of maroon and magenta splattered unceremoniously along her hips and stomach, concentrated clusters winding up either of her sides and carrying on underneath the binding on her chest and around towards her spine. His bright eyes follow a particularly worrisome lashing of near-black snaking up and around her right side, encircling a worrying sight indeed. The thing that made his face ashen and his stomach churn, as well as a simmering of guilt to wallow in his stomach, was the very prominent bone protruding from under her skin just beneath her breast binding, the tip of the jagged indent of flesh encrusted in a layer of dried blood. 

He swings his jaw shut as soon as he realises he had been somewhat gawking at the sight, carefully schooling his expression into a blank slate, gaze not lifting from the wound as he continues. "If you'd have told me about this I wouldn't have marched us along for hours. Aeris, this is bad."

The bone wasn't actively protruding from her flesh, which was just about the only positive he could spin on this situation. His hands hover hesitantly, drawing back to his chest as he thinks. Not for one minute did he believe that these bruises were from the past two days they had known each other, and would wager a fair amount that these broken ribs had existed before their time together too, but he could say for certain that that was an ill-fated amalgamation of a broken rib and an unfortunate crash landing. He had been dragging her along for hours, aware of her pain and convinced her sluggishness had just been a side-effect of the concussion. He sucks a breath between his teeth, pit in his stomach growing with every second he stared at the wound. "You should have told me."

His gaze finally lifts to her face, her neck straining to lift her head high enough to see the cause of his concern. She stares down at the wound silently, face once again indistinguishable aside from the knitting of her brows. She rests it back against the floor silently, staring at the canopy several hundred feet above their heads. 

"I told you I couldn't breathe."

"That's normal with a few broken ribs, but this?" He stares back as her chest rises again, slowly, and this time he can physically see the way her ribcage clenches in pain as she forces her lungs to fill with air.

"I didn't know. I didn't have chance to see them before you dragged me away from the crash." Obi-wan gingerly pulls the flesh-coloured medical tape from her torso, the ease with which it pulled away from the skin indicating it had been in place quite some time.

The pair sit for several moments, nothing but the sound of Leia's quiet humming as she prowls the area looking for sticks breaking the tense silence. A hand continues to rub at Obi-wan's beard as he thinks, calling back on all of his medical training from his days as a Jedi soldier. Aeris continues to state into the middle-distance, deciding it was better to not think about the bone sticking out of her side and allow Obi-wan to handle this one; he had been so persistent to help, he could figure this out. She swallows thickly, feeling somewhat justified in her reaction to the pain she had been feeling the past several hours. It actually wasn't too bad when her weight was completely relieved from her torso, and she has to blink harshly to prevent her eyes from drooping, vision blurring in and out of focus.

Obi-wan shifts, kneeling fully and pulling his sleeves up to his elbows. Both of his hands hands hovering over her stomach, brows furrowed in concentration, and lips tugging into a light frown. "I can move them back into place, all of them." He states, watching Aeris' eyes follow his hand movements. "I won't touch you but the force-"

"I know," she interrupts, wincing as she props herself up on her elbows, not liking the way he loomed above her. "I've seen this before." 

He decides to question her about that later. "Then you know this will hurt."

"I know."

He watches as she reaches behind herself, pulling her discarded jacket towards her and wringing a sleeve between her fists tightly. She lays back silently, taking one final deep breath before clenching the material between her teeth.

He would start with the worst first, both hands hovering mere centimetres above the protruding rib. Her chest ceases all movement as she closes her eyes, hands wrapping around roots blanketing the floor, forearms flexing as she braces herself. He allows the force to flow through him in a way he hadn't in a very long time, eyes staring unwavering as he feels the curve of her bones beneath his fingertips, wrapping around it gently, breathing out deeply from his parted lips. 

"Do try to relax."

A sickening crack reverberates through the force as the bone snaps back into place, an ear-splitting shriek following. Aeris lurches, feet nearly kicking her away from the man knelt over her, jerking involuntarily, the only thing keeping her in place the vice-like grip she had around roots that she nearly tore from the floor. Her face crumples in pain as her torso twists away from his hovering hands, every muscle rigid as she struggles to re-compose her dignity. Her vision immediately tips towards the darkness ebbing at her peripheral, and she has to concentrate greatly to stop herself from succumbing to it wilfully.

"Ben?!" Leia shouts from behind him, and he calls back dishonestly.

"She's fine!" His eyes don't lift from Aeris' tense torso, every muscle straining beneath her skin as she breathes shallowly. "Stay over there for a few minutes!" His hands hover over the next rib, sensing its slightly crooked positioning and channeling the force to carefully wind around his next task. "Brilliant." He comments to the air, unsure if he was talking to the woman glaring up at him from the floor, or to himself for using the force again after so long. "Don't forget to breathe." 

The next snaps back into place with a far less theatrical crack than before, but he can still feel the twisting of muscle and the spiking white-hot heat of nerves travelling up through the force, the pain not quite reaching him, but making itself known none-the-less. An aborted whine catches in Aeris' throat, high-pitched and breaking, feet now braced against the floor and head twisted to the side. Her torso flinches away from him, but she largely remains in place, a chocked 'fuck!' forcing its way around her gag as Obi-wan moves his hands lower. 

The next two ribs jolt into place much like the second, the last being on her left side, and Obi-wan pulls his hands away quickly, resting them against his thighs as he breathes steadily, sweat beading along his forehead and gathering at his nape. Aeris sinks into the floor beneath her, lazily pulling her jacket from her mouth and flexing her fingers at her sides, aching from the grip they had had against the earth.

She groans before she can stop herself, having to take a deep breath after so long choking around a gag. She grimaces up at the canopy overhead, and rubs at her involuntarily glossy eyes.

"Not so bad, was it?"

Obi-wan was dancing on dangerously thin ice, and Aeris sends him a glare to emulate how close he was to falling through it. He smiles regardless, a mocking self-determined up-twitching of the lip which has the corners of his eyes creasing. He gently picks up the bacta-patch he had rested on top of her satchel, smoothing out the creases across his lap. Aeris had been too distracted looking down at her considerably flatter and less nausea-inducing ribcage, but when her eyes finally land on the patch being prepared, her brows furrow.

"Put it away." She all but demands, propping herself up on her elbows. Her lips twist in some semblance of a grimace, but she's good at hiding her pain, playing it off as her biting at a dry patch on her lip. "No need to waste it."

Obi-wan stares at her disbelievingly, continuing to run his fingers over the bacta-patch. "You can't be serious." Aeris did not look like the kind of woman to joke. "Your ribs are still broken, they're just finally in the right place, no longer sticking out of your skin." 

"Yes, and now they're where they're supposed to be, they'll be far better in the morning."

Obi-wan takes a deep breath. "We're going in circles." Aeris watches him closely, amber eyes unrelenting. "You need this, the puncture you rib left in your skin will get infected in this kind of climate." Realising the woman before him was not so easily swayed by the reality of her morality, he quickly changes approaches. "We need you to help us get home, so that means we need you fit and healthy. That means using at least one bacta-patch. Soldiers were usually given at least two for this kind of injury."

She stares at the object in Obi-wan's hands as if she were being prepositioned to throw away the most priceless diamond in the galaxy. Truthfully, using it would make her life over the next few days so much easier, filled with so much less pain, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She stares at the patch, thinking of all the times she had been caught without medical supplies, of all the times she had watched someone die uselessly, hopelessly, incapable of being able to do anything other than watch, or end their suffering quicker. But, a small part of her mind nagged, would not using it just lead to two more dead bodies later down the line, too slow to protect them. 

With a deep breath, she lies back onto the ground, one arm behind her head. "Be quick, it's getting dark."

Obi-wan sets to work quickly, one hand peeling the patch from its sterile wrapping and the other delicately attempting to pull the edges of the wound together. Aeris inhales sharply as he pinches the sensitive skin, but the cooling effect of the bacta-patch being smoothed across it quickly makes up for the discomfort. After ensuring the edges had sealed tightly against her skin, Obi-wan shuffles back, wiping his hands on his robe-like jacket as he stands, fighting the urge to assist Aeris as she stands too. She turns from him as she tugs her top back down, reached for her jacket, and it's then that he catches a glimpse of the bruising that dotted along her back and spine. He catches one that looks unmistakably like a boot imprint, and he has a horrible feeling that if those on her front weren't so layered and swollen, or those on her arms so faint, the origin would be evidently the same. 

He clears his throat as she turns back to him, shrugging her jacket back on despite the temperature. 

"Leia, have you-?"

"I've got the firewood!" Leia's chipper voice calls, the young girl bounding up next to him with several clumps of wood in her hands. "I've put the pile over there!"

"Brilliant, thank you."

"I wouldn't recommend lighting the fire out here." Aeris calls as the three head to the sizeable stack of firewood placed against the bark of a nearby tree. "We don't know what's in these woods, don't want to bring attention to ourselves." 

Obi-wan nods, helping Leia gather the pile from the floor as Aeris begins heading off towards a nearby tree. 

"Are you sure lighting it inside a tree won't smoke ourselves out?"

"Positive." Aeris leads the way, standing at the split on the outside of the tree's bark, too wide for her to touch with either of her arms and taller than three times her height. She regards the barely-illuminated hollow centre, sparking a lighter from a jacket pocket and holding it up as she walks in. "They go fifty feet high, the smoke has a long way to travel."

"Inside it is." 

The temperature immediately dropped as soon as the trio walk into the heart of the tree, the ground soft and slightly damp beneath their feet. Aeris holds her lighter high above her head, a warm orange glow cast up the innards of the tree before fizzling out into a cloaking darkness shrouding high above their heads. It was eerily silent, the sounds of nature outside muffled by the trees thick bark, and the air lay damp and cool against their skin. 

After thoroughly checking that the inside of the tree was secure apart from the main entrance, the three quickly set up a camp fire in its centre, huddling close to the flames as the temperature continues to drop as night encroaches.

Aeris sits, cross-legged and arms wrapped around herself, on the side of the campfire furthest from the entrance with Obi-wan and Leia sat slightly to her left, the young girl happily chatting away.

The young girl had taken it upon herself to fill the silence that had settled, and had been rattling off about all the facts she knew about trees and nature for the near past hour. Aeris had considered going and finding her own tree to camp in, but the thought of standing and walking anywhere had her resolutely rooted in place, staring blankly into the fire and waiting for sleep to take her.

She could never have children.

"What are we going to do about food?" Leia finally pipes something useful, and Aeris' eyes slide slowly from the fire to Obi-wan as she waits to see how he would handle this.

"It's too late in the day to go hunting." He explains slowly, looking as tired as Aeris felt. "We'll have to go without tonight, but first thing tomorrow we'll find something to eat, and water." 

Leia huffs, falling silent for once as she also stares into the fire. Her eyes suddenly flick to Aeris' bag.

"You didn't pack anything we could eat?"

Aeris takes a deep breath at the chlld's sass, completely missing Obi-wan's surprised little smirk.

"If I did I would have told you by now."

"Nothing at all?"

Aeris shuffles, her ribs beginning to ache, laying down onto her side and using her satchel as a pillow as she edges closer to the fire. "I packed two sachets of powder," she comments from the floor. "but we need water to make them edible. If you want to go and snort some dehydrated bread be my guest."

She probably shouldn't have said that, she doesn't even look to Obi-wan to gage his reaction. 

"Snort? What does that mean?" 

She tunes out Obi-wan's heavy sigh and attempt to steer the conversation somewhere else, letting the pair talk amongst themselves as she ponders silently. She doesn't rejoin the conversation, and is so utterly out of it that she doesn't even realise when the conversation dies out as Leia falls asleep against Obi-wan's shoulder. 

She shuffles constantly, the bacta-patch cool and uncomfortable against her skin, and the aches and pains from being thrown around the hull of a crashing ship doing little to help. It would be a long and tiring night, and she really wished she would have just ignored her communicator and fallen back to sleep in the hull of her ship. She had learnt her lesson: not more charity for others.

She bolts upright upon hearing a snapping twig at the tree's entrance, heart jack-hammering in her chest as her eyes search for the source in the darkness. A little fluorescent lizard scuttles past, and she sighs at her own nerves.

"I thought you were asleep." Obi-wan's soft voice startles her again, and her head whips around just as quick in his direction. 

"I'm keeping watch." She grunts, pulling herself into a cross-legged position. 

"I think you should sleep. I'll keep watch." 

Oh she really hated that tone he used when he knew he was right. 

"I'm doing fine. I can't sleep anyway, the ground's too uncomfortable. Better one of us sleeps than neither of us." 

"I'm keeping watch." He re-states, matter-of-factly. "You can join me if you want, but you shouldn't."

Silence envelopes the camp once again, with nothing but the popping of the campfire and the rustling of leave outside filling the empty air. It was dark, incredibly so, and the entrance to the tree resembles a cave entrance more than anything else. Aeris was incredibly glad there were no other fissures in the trunk, the wide gaping chasm setting her nerves on edge far greater than she cares to admit. 

Her body longed for sleep, but she couldn't, not yet, not here, not while they were so vulnerable. 

Instinctively, she reaches down to her thighs, pulling her two blasters out of their sheaths and resting them in her lap. She hadn't checked them since the crash, and she sighs when she feels twisted metal in her right hand.

The left blaster looked relatively unharmed, a couple dents in its handle but nothing else, but the right one practically fell apart as soon as she pulled it from her sheath. She grimaces as the nozzle falls away from the main body, holding both pieces in her hand and frowning at the exposed wiring. Twisting it in her grip, something falls lose and the handle breaks again. With a sigh and a curse she drops the three pieces off to her side, she only had one blaster left, with one shot left in its charge. 

"Are they both broken?" Obi-wan's voice echoes again, this time not startling her as she had felt his eyes on her the entire time.

"Just one." She hums, sheathing the remaining blaster after thoroughly checking its nozzle. "I've got one shot left. Let's hope there's no-one else in this forest."

Silence, again. Why wasn't Obi-wan sleeping? If she knocked him out would he be angry at her when he woke up? Probably.

"How are you feeling?" Obi-wan seems to have surprised even himself with the question, eyes glinting in the firelight as he looks over at her.

Aeris diverts her gaze back to the fire, watching a log begin to collapse into itself. "Fine. Better. No need to hover like a mother." 

Her attempted hostility doesn't dissuade the auburn-haired man; they had all night, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, it was the perfect opportunity to finally get some answers.

"Are you going to tell me how you got those bruises?"

Aeris bristles at the question, shoulders tightening slightly, invisible in the shadows that cloaked her. She continues staring into the fire.

"What do you mean? Did you not see the crash you dragged me out of?"

"You were already wearing medical tape, and the bruising was far too dark to have been caused by the landing. I'm not a fool." 

"I have an intense job, the medical tape is for support. Don't tell me you've never wrapped to support old wounds before."

Obi-wan continues to stare, jaw clicking. Perhaps he should have just gone to bed if she was going to be so evasive. He needed a different approach.

"Okay, I believe you." That has her eyes snapping up from the fire towards him, brows furrowed lightly. "For arguments sake, let's pretend I believe that it was the landing that broke your ribs, and didn't just aggravate them." The breeze picks up outside, and the tree creaks loudly, a loud groan reverberating through the still air. "Where did the bruising come from, on your arms and face?"

"The same place the broken ribs came from."

Aeris doesn't miss a beat, and Obi-wan sighs in frustration.

"You are making it exceedingly difficult to trust you."

"You don't need to trust me, you just need to do what I say and stay alive until we get to the resistance on Mapuzo."

"I would have a much easier time following your orders if I trusted you. If you explained the boot prints covering your arms and back, if you told me whoever went after you won't come after me or my daughter."

"This coming from the man with Darth Vader on his tail." Aeris scoffs to herself. "You have no danger from being in my presence, but it seems that I am in the most dangerous spot in the galaxy stood by your side." Her voice takes a steely edge, tight and controlled. "I've saved your life, twice. I've already proven you can trust me. It is you who has attracted the attention of the Empire, and you insist on keeping me in the dark about why. I saw your face in the cargo hold, you know exactly why you're in this mess, why you need my help to get back into hiding. You don't need to trust me, and I don't need to trust you. We both have our reasons, and we can both agree we all need to remain alive, and doing as I tell you to is exactly how that is going to remain true." 

Obi Wan didn't really have a response, so he instead doubles down. "So you can assure me whoever did that to you won't do the same to us?"

"Not unless you suddenly become a bounty hunter. Until then, I think your priorities should remain with the saber-wielding maniac calling for your head." 

Silence, again. Obi-wan had come to enjoy silence over his many years in solitude, but the silence that seemed to always fill the empty space between him and Aeris was somehow unbearable. It made him anxious and distressed, his muscles tense and his palms sweating as he sensed Aeris' steady presence beside him. Perhaps it was because the silence between them was anything but empty, no, it screamed of mistrust and suspicion, with anger and disgust rolling from Aeris in waves, and he couldn't understand why.

The silence lasted a few more agonising minutes, Obi-wan picking a dead twig from the floor and using it to poke at the fire noncommittally. Aeris had taken to rummaging around in her bag again.

"I have one question, and I promise if you give me a proper answer, the real answer, I won't ask anything more about your past." Obi-wan awaits Aeris' response, her stilling hands and amber eyes flicking in his direction indicating she was listening. "Your ribs - where had you seen the force before? Used in such a way?" 

He overturns a log in the simmering embers of the fire, auburn locks glowing in its dimming light. The silence between them had shifted again, and now Aeris sits, tongue heavy in her mouth as she tries to find the right words.

"I happened to be on a central planet when the Jedi Republic collapsed. When everything fell, they stopped all intergalactic transport so we couldn't get away. I saw a lot."

"We?"

"My family."

The terseness in her voice told him all he needed to know about their fate, and that she was telling the truth, no matter how painful it may be.

"You couldn't have been very old when it happened, what were you, eighteen?"

"Sixteen."

He glances up from the simmering flames to the brunette, her gaze locked onto the fire, nothing written upon her features except exhaustion. "I'm sorry."

He didn't know what had compelled him to say it, part of him hoping the sympathy would help prompt her into sharing more, and another, larger, part of him genuinely feeling somewhat responsible. The Jedi had been supposed to protect people like her, and instead they had failed, he had failed.

She couldn't bring herself to tell him he had no need to apologise, and she felt her chest tightening uncomfortably as she stared back at him through the dying flames, both surprised and unjustifiably furious. She zips her bag shut abruptly, quietly clearing her throat. "Well, if you're not going to sleep, I might as well. If you hear anything, wake me up."

Obi-wan sits silently as she once again lays down, eyes closed and pale face warmed by the soft glow of the fire. He sighs a deep breath, cerulean gaze turning to the fissure of the tree, his hands clasped in his lap as the silence settles. 

He had a familiar feeling that he had said the wrong thing, again. 

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Before he knew it, Obi-wan was waking up to the sounds of bird-chatter and the rustling of leaves, the embers of the fire long-dead and an early-morning golden hue streaming in through the opening of the bark of the tree. He stirs for a moment, not remembering falling asleep, and rubs at his eyes, grunting at the more-prominent pain in his shoulder. 

Leia, tucked tightly into his side with her dusty cream blanket wrapped over her shoulders, stirs at his movements, wide brown eyes blearily staring up at him, brows furrowed and lips tugging down at having been awoken so early. "...Ben?"

"Good morning, Leia." He mutters, standing and stretching his limbs, gaze travelling across their small camp. A little lizard sat nestled upon the charred log pile, and watched them with eyes as dark as the abyss. "We should get going before the sun peaks. Did you sleep well?" 

Leia hums something unintelligible, Obi-wan nods in agreement.

He looks across at the still-sleeping figure of Aeris as Leia begins to shuffle her blanket together, complaining about being hungry. 

He watches the brunette's sleeping form for a moment, wishing that by some miracle she would awaken without him having to do anything, but she looked truly out of it, not a single muscle in her body tense. Her arms had wound themselves tightly around her torso underneath her shirt throughout the night, and he could see the edge of the bacta-patch poking out from underneath her elbow. 

Tentatively, he steps forward. 

"Aeris?" Silence. He calls her name again, louder.

"Aeris, can you hear me?" 

With no luck, and no sign the woman was even somewhat conscious, he reaches out a hand, slowly, gently, placing it against her shoulder.

"Aeris-" 

She jolts as soon as his palm lands against her shoulder, and before he knows it there's the barrel of her remaining blaster aimed straight at his face as he tries to lurch back. 

"It's me! It's just me, Obi-wan." 

The blaster immediately lowers, Aeris' bloodshot eyes closing as she rests back against the damp floor, taking a deep breath.

"Don't do that." She groans, both palms coming up to press against her tired eyes. 

"How else am I supposed to-"

"You're right, you're right." She waves a hand at him dismissively, and a frown tugs at his chapped lips. "You startled me. I- Sorry." 

Before he could even register that she had just apologised to him, Aeris is standing from the floor and patting her legs down, yawning as she does. 

Obi-wan watches on in surprise as she hauls her bag over her shoulders, still thoroughly shocked she had apologised so easily so early in the morning. Perhaps today would be a good day for them.

"You fucking snore, you know?"

Perhaps not.

"My apologies." He snarks, watching with crossed arms as she re-arranges her pockets. "Feeling better than yesterday, or am I to carry you again?" 

"Oh, shove off." Her attitude had returned with break-neck speed, but Obi-wan was somewhat thankful. Temper meant energy, and energy meant she was recovering. She was doing remarkably well for someone who had just crash-landed in a cockpit not more than 12 hours ago, and without any of the force protection he and Leia had enjoyed. 

Obi-wan continues to watch as she lifts her creased shirt, a hand tugging at the now-empty bacta-patch. With one swift tug she drops the sheet of plastic onto the floor, a hand exploratively running over the freshly-healed skin.

"That looks better." He comments, the skin still slightly mottled with discolouration, but now of yellows and greys far closer to her actual skin colour than the horrendous sangria that had engulfed half her torso before. The puncture wound higher up her ribcage was also now completely gone, only a small sliver of silvery skin left behind.

"Good as new." She comments, giving her side a light tap, and satisfied with the lack of pain that greeted her.

Leia takes that moment, without thinking, to hold her blanket out for the bounty hunter to take, arm out expectantly. 

Aeris glances down at the young girl, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. Obi-wan nearly jumps in-between them to save the young girl from an untimely demise.

"What, I'm some pack-mule now that I can walk?" 

"I- uh." Leia stutters, drawing the blanket back into her chest with the sudden dawning realisation that she was not at home, and that the adults around her weren't like the servants at home. In her tiredness she had forgotten where she was, and now gaped like a fish out of water as she tried to come up with an excuse to explain her behaviour.

"Manners." Aeris demands, arms crossed and hip popped out to the side. "What do you say?"

"I- uh," Leia glances between the adults. "can- can you please put my blanket in your bag? Please?" 

Aeris' lips purse, but she reaches out to take the blanket nonetheless. "Better." 

Obi-wan doesn't miss the side-eye she sends his way as she stuffs the blanket into her pack, and for some reason, he feels as though he should defend himself.

"I don't know what her mother is teaching her." 

He follows Aeris out of the tree, raising his finger to his lips as Leia frowns at him for the comment. Getting the hint, she bites her tongue, but follows behind with a huff and a frown regardless.

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Normally you would’ve been pacing around the sitting room of your Coruscant apartment.

Anakin was late, later than usual. You figured that he must’ve been in a sticky situation to not have sent any communication. Still, while you were waiting in the comfort of your home, you couldn’t help but worry.

Everyone knew he was reckless and never thought twice about his decisions. That’s strangely what you loved about him. He always spoke his mind, and he didn’t hesitate before throwing himself in between you and harm’s way. There was always this silent look in his eyes, behind all the arrogance and subtle bravado.

You sighed as you sat in the tiny window seat of your home, overlooking the city. You looked for a sign in the sky, drawing your legs closer. Who were you kidding? He was probably halfway across the galaxy still, in the heat of battle. You were sure he wasn’t thinking about you.

Because those days, he never was.

You guiltily missed when you consumed his thoughts. You knew it went against everything Anakin stood for as a Jedi, but you missed the days where he’d skip Council meetings and training to come spend time with you. Now in the heat of the war, that all seemed like a forgotten dream.

It’s fine, you told yourself. As long as he’s alive.

You turned as you heard the door of your apartment slide open and closed with a soft click.

He looked tired and worn, and you could’ve sworn he smelled like grime, oil, and sweat, but it was him. Dark circles hung from his eyes as he began peeling off his robes as he made his way to the shower, one article at a time.

“Hey,” you called.

Your face was flushed as you stood up. He didn’t even acknowledge you before sliding the curtain closed.

Your mouth was dry as you flattened your hands against your robes. Swallowing hard, you decided to brew some tea.

It was something you’d always done whenever he came home. He never liked the taste of alcohol, especially when he was grumpy after a long day. He was almost like a child that way. You had your tea, and he had his steamed milk with a small spoonful of honey. It put him straight to sleep.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the shower shut off.

“Anakin?” you called. Hearing no answer, your shoulders deflated. “Ani?”

You still put your tea and his cup of steaming milk on a small tray before carrying it to your room.

Sure enough, he had fallen asleep on his side of your bed, barely in the robes he slept in. His curly dark locks were wet with some still dripping on his face. You set your tray down and grabbed a spare towel. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you began gently drying his hair.

He occasionally stirred in his deep sleep from your movements. You couldn’t help but admire his relaxed features, running a finger along the scar near his eye, trailing down to his jaw.

You drew your hand back when he hummed. “Ani...”

“Hm?”

You opened your mouth but closed it, pursing your lips as you sighed. “Nevermind. Sweet dreams.”

When you changed and settled in your bed beside him, you turned your back away. The faint but sweet scent of your tea hung in the air. As you buried your head in your pillow, you closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep as fast as possible.

You wanted to cry, to say the least. It wasn’t just that night. You felt alone every single night, even when he was home with you. He was always worried about other things, things you couldn’t possibly understand simply because you weren’t a Jedi. No matter how many times you said you were there for him and dropped everything you were doing to help, you still felt like he kept things from you.

It scared you.

You barely slept, and when you did finally fall into a light slumber, you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

The soft morning sun seeped through the blinds. He buried his nose in your neck, breathing your scent in as his lips brushed over your skin. He murmured your name as you ran your hand down his arm to weave your fingers through his.

“Sorry I dozed off early last night,” he said, his voice low and scratchy with sleep.

“You were tired,” you said patiently. “I’d do the same.”

His thumb drew circles into your waist before sighing heavily. “No rest for the weary,” he joked bitterly. “I heard from Obi-Wan that we’re supposed to head to another system today. Cleaning up another mess...”

“Today?”

“I know, I’m sorry...”

You shook your head before turning to look at him.

He really didn’t remember anything the two of you had planned months in advance. He was going to take a temporary leave of absence for a few days and take you to celebrate your birthday on your home planet. You weren’t even surprised that he had forgotten, but it still didn’t change the fact that you were disappointed. As you told yourself numerous times before, you were sure he was preoccupied with other things.

Playing the potential argument out in your head, you decided to bite your tongue.

You cupped his cheek and mustered your best smile. “No, it’s your duty.”

He furrowed his brow deeply. “Duty...” he echoed, preoccupied with brushing your hair from your face. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your eyes widened. “No, of course not!” you nearly exclaimed.

“Then why do I get the feeling that you’re keeping something from me?” came the question softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“You too,” you said. “I’m here for you. Always.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” he said, his brow deeply furrowed. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You shook your head. “It’s silly.”

The backs of his fingers stroked your cheek, catching you off guard. You couldn’t help but savor his touch you were deprived from for so long. Even his unforgiving metallic prosthetic gave you comfort. Combined with his whisper, “Tell me.”

You tried to avert your gaze, but he kept his hand cradling your face. His lips were so close to yours that your breath hitched in your throat.

“I’ve missed you,” you started with hesitation. “I’ve missed this -- just you holding me while the rest of the world continues to turn outside. You’re never here, Ani, and when you are, your mind is out there in the stars, in the war. It’s like...it’s like I don’t exist. Not really, anyway. I’m just a warm body for you to hold.”

You didn’t mean to say that much, but something about the gentleness in his usually fierce gaze made your tongue loose. You couldn’t help but tremble when you realized you had finally spoken your mind after months of crying alone.

He was thinking behind those eyes. His mind was spinning in a whirlpool of guilt.

But then he kissed you. Your eyes were wide, half expecting him to make a verbal response, but instead, he only tightened his grip around your waist and molded his lips into yours. You couldn’t help but be breathless. His taste was just as intoxicating as it always was, drawing you in deeper.

Stars, what you would give to freeze that moment so you could live in it forever.

His breath was warm against your lips when he pulled back, but instead of saying something, anything, he leaned over you, pressing kisses into your neck before trailing to your throat. Exhaling shakily, you gripped the sheets that covered you.

He pulled back slowly. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone like this. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you here.”

“I’ve been so lonely, Ani.”

“I know.”

“I know you have duties, and I have mine, but...” You left out the inevitable.

He shook his head. “I love you.”

He had only said those words maybe once. The two of you had gotten used to keeping your relationship discreet that you never noticed how much you never really craved to hear those words. Anakin showed how much he cared, and that was enough.

“I love you,” he said again. “And I promise you, I will be better.”

Your eyes grew blurry with tears. “Anakin...”

“And you were never just a warm body,” he said. “You’re the only person in this entire galaxy who understands me.”

“Do...do you mean that?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He gave a small smile. “Of course.” He couldn't hide his growing grin. “I mean, apart from Obi-Wan. He seems to know me better than I know myself.”

When you laughed, the edges of his eyes crinkled. There were only a few times when Anakin smiled -- really smiled. He was always so serious, trying to be level-headed. It was like he never got to grow up and be a boy. You knew his shoulders sagged with the weight of responsibility.

Cold metal from his robotic fingers traced your lips. “There’s that pretty smile.”

His longer hair tickled your skin as he leaned down and kissed you again. Your hands hesitantly rose to his chest, smoothing their way around his ribcage. You felt the grooves of his ribs, his muscles, as his lips were soft against yours.

“Do you have to go?” you whispered when he pulled back.

“Well...” he trailed off. “I can’t leave you alone on your birthday, can I?”

Your eyes widened. “You remembered?”

Humming, his lips brushed against your cheek. “Check the nightstand.”

You flashed him a look before blindly reaching over. Eventually you felt the cold marble of the nightstand before your fingers landed on a small box.

“What’s this?” you mused. “Ani...”

“Just open it,” he laughed.

You sat up in bed as you lifted the small lid. A pearl on a silver chain lay in its bed of navy velvet. Your hand shot up to your mouth in shock. The pearl was cold in your fingers, but stunning as it gave an iridescent shimmer in the soft morning light.

You looked up at him, biting your lip. “Can you help me put it on?”

He smiled, gently moving your hair from your neck as he lay the chain on your skin. With the clasp fastened, the necklace fell against your collarbones, the pearl resting in the center of your chest.

“Happy birthday,” he said, his voice warm. “Sorry, I can’t take you to your home planet today, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed happily, your fingers brushing against the chain. The thought of not seeing him again for at least a few weeks was unbearable, but it was easier with him there at that moment. It was almost like he gifted you strength.

But seeing him shirtless gave you other ideas.

“Well...” you trailed off. You shifted, the strap of your nightgown falling off your shoulder. “You could make it up to me now...?”

It only took a moment before it dawned in his eyes and he pulled you close.

“Stars, you’re gonna be the end of me.”

[ladyxskywalker]

AUG 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Sept 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Disassembly (series) by @ohgodmyeyes on ao3 (luke x reader) (older!anakin x reader) (cw: age gap, domestic angst, disability, marriage, smoking, adult content) **

Don’t Be Afraid by spqr on ao3 (padawan!obi) (master!anakin) (cw: angst, hurt comfort)

Forget Me Not by kybercrystal on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader) 

✨ Boba Fett

Baking With Boba by @0celesteisthebest0 (modern au) (gn!reader)

Boba Singing a Lullaby to a Baby by @avarkriss (found family) (gn!reader) (cw: children)

Well Loved by @allclonesneedkisses (artist!f!reader)

✨ Captain Rex

I Am Mine (series) by @wrtng-forge-fiction (cw: unplanned pregnancy, abortion mention) (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

A Galaxy Far Far Away (series) by @grogusmum (cottage comfort) (f!reader)

The Manda’lor’kar’ta (Prelude to Beskar Kisses), Beskar Kisses by @kurlyfrasier  

Marks to Prove It (series) by mylifebelongstothebbc on ao3 (cw: rough sex, light dom/sub, bruises, hickeys, spanking, the dark saber) (mada’lor!din) (f!reader) **

Midnight Confessions by @dindjarindiaries  

Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) 

Together by @againstacecilia  

✨ Kylo Ren

Torment (series) by DjarinMuse on ao3 (cw: whump, graphic depictions of violence, non consensual situations, helmetless!din, adult content) (f!reader) **

The Gift by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader)

Man or Monster by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: dark fic, death, guns, major character death, unhappy ending)

Seeing Double by @hopeamarsu (kylo ren, clyde logan) (cw: angst, whump, blood)

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

A Pearl (series) by anonymous on ao3 (f!reader) **

Cowboy!Obi by @hellotherekenobi

Hearts Finally Mending by @murdockussy **

Never Ending Story by kybercrystal on ao3 (f!reader)

Stranded (series) by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (cw: survival situations, ptsd, nightmares, grief, menstruation, age gap) (oc) *

The Tinkerer by @obiknights (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Here With Me by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, disabled reader) (cw: hospital, injury) *

Secrets by @againstacecilia 

Sleepy Morning by @againstacecilia (modern!poe) 

Prompt – “I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” by @disabledameron (gn!reader)

✨ Qui-Gon Jinn

Put Her Love Down Soft and Sweet by @wickedscribbles (force sensitive!oc) **

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

Everything, Always by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, disability, ptsd, implied intimacy)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

2 a.m. in the Hallway by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader)

My Vow to You by @hopeamarsu (benny miller x frankie morales) (cw: blood, murder, guns, dark elements, contract killer!dark!frankie, dark!benny) 

✨ Frankie Morales

The Party, & The Date by @juletheghoul (f!reader) **

Your Spot by @grogusmum (gn!reader) (cw: angst, substance abuse, ptsd, food mention)

✨ Santiago Garcia

One Day At A Time (series) by @artemiseamoon (single parents) (ofc) **

✨ Will Ironhead Miller

Be My Husband by @hopeamarsu (of potions & myths universe) (werewolf!will) (f!reader)

Mommy and Daddy Time by @rayslittlekitten (dad!will) (wife!f!reader) *

Necessary Arrangements (series) by @wardenparker & @steeevienicks (princess diaries inspired au) (f!reader)

Serene by @clydesducktape (f!reader) 

Tequila, Lemon, and Salt by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) ** (cw: alcohol, dom!will)

The View by @clydesducktape (will miller, frankie morales) (f!reader) ** (cw: dom/sub dynamics)

You Are My Reason by @hopeamarsu (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Triple Frontier Guys

Hey Batter Batter (series) by @ohheyitsokay (baseball team au)

check out part two for more fic recs; moon knight, pedro pascal, multi. fandom

[vibrantbirdy]

Asks for Character x Reader Fic Requests Now Open!

Hi Tumblr,

My Asks are currently open for Character x Reader Fic Requests.

IMPORTANT: Before requesting, please read the Guidelines below.

Thank you everyone who has given me amazing prompts so far and for your kind words and your interactions. Guidelines Characters I will write for: Star Wars - Kylo Ren or Ben Solo - Cal Kestis - Cassian Andor - Obi-Wan Kenobi (any era) - Anakin Skywalker (pre-Vader) - Luke Skywalker (any era) - Din Djarin - Poe Dameron - Finn Other Fandoms - Dr Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1) - Commander Mills (65) - Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) - Any character (Lord of the Rings Trilogy) - Main crew (Star Trek TNG)

More guidelines under the cut...

How to Request:

Please request through my Asks here (which can also can be found under my blog header)

Request descriptions will be posted with the fic

You may request anonymously

If you choose not to request anonymously, please let me know if you do not you want to be tagged in your fic request when it is posted

I will try to answer as many requests as possible but please understand that I probably won't feel an affinity with every single prompt that comes in. Please don't be offended if it looks like I haven't picked your request up and feel free to try again with something different in the future.

I will try to get to requests as soon as possible, but please remember I do, unfortunately, have real life to contend with too.

What do you want?:

Type of fic: Generally for requests I will write Character x Reader. However, if you want something that focuses on a Character x Canon/Implied/Potential Pairing or a Character x OC just let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Specify Reader Type: Default will be Character x Female Reader just because that's what I have most experience writing, but if you would prefer Character x Gender Neutral Reader or something different please let me know and if I pick up your request, I will try my best!

Length: Most of my fic will be between 1000 and 5000 words. If you have a length in mind please let me know, otherwise I will just go with the flow.

Prompt: Remember to give me information on what you would like the basic details of the story to be. These can be specific or general but I need something as a starting point.

Genres I will write for:

Action/Adventure

Romance

Gen

Fluff

Enemies to Lovers/Allies/Friends

Hurt/Comfort and mild Whump

Mild Angst

Smut (please, don't be shy to ask - ask anonymously if you want! - but bear in mind I may be a little more selective about smut than other types of requests. If you request adult content you must be 18+.)

What I won't write about (this is not an exhaustive list):

Sexual Violence/Non-con

Severe Trauma

Heavy Angst

Extreme Violence

Infidelity or Love Triangles

All my fic will be clearly labelled with warnings and anything 18+ will be clearly marked so please heed these indicators before reading.

Thank you all so much!

-Birdy

My original Character x Reader fics

Title: No Survivors Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Whump; Hurt/Comfort and Romance if you squint. Setting: Pre The Force Awakens Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: 3347 Warnings: Detailed descriptions of injury/aftermath of injury (non-fatal impalement); descriptions of emergency/makeshift medical treatment; mild descriptions of death from a crashed ship; mild sexuality; mild/canon typical swearing Pairings: Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Summary: You are Resistance fighter who has been captured. You are in transit aboard a First Order transport destined for an Imperial prison on the swamp moon of Delka 6. When a violent electromagnetic storm brings down the ship, you appear to be the only survivor. That is until you come across Supreme Leader Snoke's primary warlord, Kylo Ren, amid the wreckage. The volatile Ren is injured and you have to decide whether you can put your reservations aside to help him in the aftermath of the crash.

Completed Reader Requests Title: Crush Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Fluff Setting: Sometime later on in the Force Awakens Characters: Poe Dameron; Female Reader Pairings: Poe Dameron x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: None :) Perhaps extremely mild, fluffy, sexuality Summary: You working for the Resistance on D'Qar, and Wing Commander Poe Dameron has a crush on you - he's surprisingly awkward about it.

Title: Charade Fandom: Star Wars Setting: Between Andor and Rogue One Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Enemies to lovers; Action/adventure; Fluff Warnings: in keeping with tone of Andor/Rogue One - moderate sexuality; moderate swearing; mild violence/peril; brief mentions of loss of family/friends by Reader. Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 10k (oops) Summary: You and Captain Cassian Andor have to negotiate your personal differences and difficult history when you are both assigned to go on an undercover operation to the Galaxy's playground for the super-rich, Canto Bight, as a married couple.

Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Title: Proximity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Games Setting: Prior to events of Jedi Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Fluff - This is tooth-rotting fluff with a little added spice as requested ;) Warnings: This fic is 18+ so please heed and respect the adult rating. Descriptions of sexual longing/arousal; strong consensual sexual content - nothing too descriptive but probably on the borderline of (hopefully still sweet) smut. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 5.5k (Because I have no self control) Summary: You are an accomplished Coruscanti thief who has been recruited by the Rebel Jedi, Cal Kestis. As you join him and his crew on their adventures aboard the Mantis, you and Cal have to navigate your growing feelings for each other.

Title: Familiarity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor games Setting: Prior to the events of Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Action/adventure; Fluff; Angst; Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Canon typical combat violence; canon typical death/angst/survivor's guilt relating to Order 66; mild sexuality; one claustrophobic scene due to ruined temple adventuring; SPOILERS for Jedi: Fallen Order and minor ones for the set up to Survivor. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.8k (this one got away from me!) Summary: Believing each other lost to the brutal purge of the Emperor's Order 66, ten years after you were separated from your childhood best friend during the systematic eradication of the Jedi Order, you and Cal Kestis are finally reunited amid the strange Temple ruins of an ancient civilisation.

Title: Frequency Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Hurt/Comfort Setting: Post The Last Jedi, Pre The Rise of Skywalker Main Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: Mild/canon typical battle violence; mild/canon typical swearing Summary: You are Rey's long lost sister - a powerful force wielder - and you encounter Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, as you both search for something.

In Progress

Cassian Andor x Reader (Original)

[nimata-beroya]

Since I've been re-vamping my blog a bit, adding some fun stuff, I thought that a new self-promotion post was also in order. So here you go, an improved masterlist of all my works published on Ao3 and all other content I make here on Tumblr (Updated: Dec, 2022).

I'd appreciate your reblogs and comments if you enjoy any of my works 😊🤩🥰 Give the creator some love 💕💕 But if you like none of those options, you could buy me a ko-fi ☕ instead!

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The Bad Batch Appreciation Week 2021 Masterlist (gifsets)

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Rescue in Ryloth (complete, 670 words)

Teen | tw violence| one-shot | fix-it

The rescue of the Syndullas in Ryloth goes differently than it was planned

Rough Awakening (WIP, 9365 words of ?) ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw violence | 4 of ? Chapters | emotional hurt/comfort, whump, angst.

The Batch finally rips Crosshair away from the Empire’s clutches, but things don’t go so smoothly once he’s de-chipped.

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

Tomorrow Is a Good Day for Someone Else to Die (complete, 1152 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 3]

Teen | tw referenced violence | one-shot | whump, bullying, minor injuries, blood

The life of Crosshair and Tech in Kamino as cadets has never been easy.

Seeing Red (complete, 1097 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 6]

Teen | tw canon typical violence | One-shot | whump, serious injuries, blood, pre canon

The Bad Batch goes on their first mission to the battlefront. Things take a sudden turn south.

We Don't Leave Our Own Behind (complete, 1469 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 8, 9 & 11]

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, dehydration, abandonment, season 1 finale fix-it

Hunter respects Crosshair's choice not to join the batch again, even if it's a karking ass-stupid decision. And yet, love, loyalty, and a tad of guilt —okay, okay… a lot of guilt— don't let him make the same mistake he did before, abandoning his brother.

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Or the one where the batch goes back for Crosshair after leaving him stranded on the landing platform in Kamino.

Claiming the Soldier (complete, 919 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 4]

Explicit [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] | Tw sexual content | one-shot | smut, BDSM, femdom, male sub, x reader

You and Wrecker hit a life-changing milestone in your relationship.

More to come

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

3 Long Days (complete, 1573 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Days 10 & 15]

Teen | no warnings | one-shot | whump, anaphylaxis, delirium

When Ahsoka falls ill, Anakin doesn't leave her side.

You're Still There, I know (complete, 2101 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 25] ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, canon divergence

Riyo feels like she lost the man she loves. If only Fox would talk to her and explain why.

How to Save a Life (wip, 4027 words of ?) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 2,3, 16 & 31 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Mind Control"]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 2 of 3 chapters | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, post order 66, canon divergence, canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, sequel to You're still there, I know.

No matter how much he screams internally or how many times Fox tries to kill Palpatine, or how many times he blames himself for not realizing the enemy was under his nose all this time, nothing changes. His body remains out of his control, only moving when Palpatine finally dismissed him from the office. He walks out like the automaton he has become, his mindless body following the orders of the Sith Lord.

Riyo will die at his hand, and there’s nothing Fox can do to stop it.

Something In the Dark (complete, 2569 words) [Foxiyo Week 2022 - Day 1 + Whumptober 2022 - Day 10 (Alt prompt)]

Teen | no warning | one-shot | Implied Torture, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, mutual pining

Senator Riyo Chuchi and Commander Fox have an unexpected encounter in the darkness.

High Above the Ground (complete, 1513 words) [Foxiyo week 2022 - Day 3]

Mature | tw mild sexual content | one-shot | smut, fluff, domesticity, no order 66, slice of life

Fox's very good, even if a little frustrating, start of a day.

More to come

Kadala (complete, 1197 words)

General | no warnings | one-shot | hurt/comfort, fluff

Mando returns to the Razor Crest after finishing a job and gets help from the little guy.

Drifting (complete, 359 words)

General | no warning | one-shot | angst

Din has seen death up close more times he can count and escaped it just as many. This time, he might not.

Sandawuni Va Umtidagir (WIP, 1524 words of ?)

Teen | tw violence | 2 of ? Chapters | canon-compliant, missing scenes, headcanons

The life of Din Djarin, beroya of the Mandalorian covert in Nevarro, turns upside down the moment he accepts the commission from the client. The quarry he’s after is like any other he has hunted before. He doesn’t expect to form a bond for a lifetime, nor the things he’s willing to do to protect the foundling.

Ramaanla (1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 4, 17 (alt prompt) & 19 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Hiding an Injury"]

General | TW mention of blood | one-shot | Whump, knees buckling, stabbing, hiding an injury, Mand’alor the reluctant

The duty of the Mand'alor is to look out for all Mandalorians. Sometimes, however, Din Djarin forgets to take care of one in specific: himself.

Magical Exhaustion (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 27]

Note to Self: Don't Get Kidnapped (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 30]

More to come

Help, I'm Alive (WIP, 2101 words of ?) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 14 & 31]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 1 of 2 chapters | whump, trapped beneath debris, serious injuries, disaster zone

Ezra had imagined many times that he’d die in the heat of a battle against the Empire; he’s had several close calls already. But in his wildest dreams, he never foresaw that his death would come when a temple fell on top of him.

Road to Lira San [Series] (wip, 12,577 words of ?)

PARTS: One ~ Two ~ Three

Teen | warning; violence | 3 of ? works | angst, fluff, canon-compliant, whuump

Agent Kallus never imagined that the day he gets stranded on the Genosian moon, Bahryn, with the rebel Captain Garazeb Orrelios is the day he starts a journey to redemption. The path is not easy, full of risks, but it might be worth it when happiness such as Alexsandr has never known is waiting for him at the end.

An Explosive Situation (complete, 1897 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 1]

Teen | tw canon-typical violence | one-shot | whump, hurt Alexsandr Kallus

After a solo mission to the planet Dela goes south, Kallus finds himself in a tight spot. The Spectres go to his rescue, but the actual saving turns out more complicated than expected.

Deconstructed Reality  (wip, 2.946 of ?) [Kalluzeb Minibang 2022] ~~ playlist

Teen | tw referenced torture and genocide, mind control, PTSD | 2 of 4 chapters | canon divergence, Bahryn with a different ending

What if Alexsandr Kallus has been a rebel all along, even if he doesn’t remember?

Running Out of Air (Complete, 1442 words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 5 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Clawing at Own Throat"]

Teen | TW Violence | One-shot | Whump, strangulation, force choking, implied beheading, implied massacre, nightmares

Kallus faces his worst nightmare yet.

The Tables Are Turned (3.1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 25]

Mature | TW Implied sexual content | one-shot | mention of BDSM, whumpers are the good guys and the bad guys are the whumpees, role reversal, psychological torture, interrogation

Captain Rhamis of the Imperial Army takes the night off to indulge in his vices. Little does he know that his evening will go very differently than he expects. Instead of satiating his base urges, he falls into a trap, where former ISB Agent Alexsandr Kallus and Rebel Garazeb Orrelios force information out of him.

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[maysileeewrites]

Introduction :)

I’ve created this blog nearly a month ago, but I still haven’t introduced myself, and I think it’s finally time to do that :) 

I’m Livia, and I’ve recently fallen into the rabbit hole that is Star Wars and especially Anakin Skywalker content. In real life I’m a law student and during semester break I *should* be working on both my term papers - which I am, but I’m always looking for new ways to procrastinate (bad habit, I know.) 

So, I decided to create this Star Wars / Anakin Skywalker blog. I’m an avid reader and writer and I thought I’d try out writing some Anakin imagines. Currently I’m working on some Anakin x reader whump, but please feel free to send me some requests! <3 

I really hope that I can connect with fellow Star Wars / Anakin / Hayden fans through this blog :) 

Livia 🦩

[chokemeanakin]

Hypothermia -- Anakin Skywalker x gn reader

Im writing again guys!!! Mostly working on GML but if you have any thoughts send em my way and I'll answer!! Also gonna try my best to work my way through my inbox from previous months. Happy New Year and lets continue to ravenously thirst over our lord and savior anakin mf skywalker 😌❤️

ps this was a work that I wrote and posted on here a while ago, but I took it down cause it got some hate. I rewrote it so hopefully its not too different but also better cause i personally really like it.

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This had to be some sort of sick joke.

“I t-thought you said this planet was supposed to be w-warmer than Hoth.”

“It is-- by 3 degrees.”

“Amazing h-how that little detail was l-left out.”

“Hey,” Anakin looked from the map in his hands to you, face hidden by the layers of cloth wrapped around it. “You’re the one who wanted to sneak onto this mission with me.”

You huffed, the sound lost in the wind as it howled past you. The clone armor that you were currently wearing clacked together as you struggled through the snow, buried up to your mid-thigh. Each step was like dragging boulders by your ankles, tripping and stumbling after Anakin as he searched out the Jumjee tree that supposedly grew on these frozen grounds.

There was nothing around you for miles-- just cold, white snow.

“Anakin,” your voice was weak. “A-Anakin.”

“Hm?” He finally stopped and looked back at you. You had fallen behind a few paces, hunched over in order to preserve as much heat as possible. Your knees dug into the snow, too numb to hold yourself up.

“Are- are we almost there?”

Through the shades of your clone helmet, you were just able to catch the flash of concern that flooded his gaze. In two effortless steps, he conquered the snow and knelt beside you, hoisting you to your feet and steadying you with an arm around your waist.

“It should be just a couple miles away now,” he informed you, shrugging off one of his many jackets to zip up your shivering form. He had already done this three times. “You think you can keep going?”

You were far past the point of being cold. First the shivering, then the burning pain of something deeper than cold. Then the numbness. Now, you were struggling to remember how to move your limbs. Your lungs stung with each piercing inhale, your fingers pulsing with a freezing sting. But Anakin was right-- you had wanted this.

“Y-yes,” one hand clasped onto the arm that supported you by the waist, keeping him there in case he decided to pull away. You were sure you couldn’t walk without his help, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

Anakin didn’t move. You could feel his eyes sizing you up, deciding if it was worth it to keep going, or to call the mission and get busted for smuggling you along.

“I’m calling a transport ship.”

“No, Anakin,” you lunged for his com wrist, catching it and lowering it back to his side. “I’m okay. J-just cold.”

“You’re freezing.”

“Can we just hurry this up?”

His eyes flicked over you again, clearly not happy with the ultimatum, but giving into your wishes anyway.

“As soon as we get back,” Anakin helped you forward, supporting most of your weight. “I’ll run you a big, warm bath.”

“You b-better,” you mumbled, head lolling as a sudden wave of exhaustion clouded your senses. Each step was excruciating for your frozen feet, the cold seeping in under the helmet Rex let you borrow.

“It’s a promise,” Anakin continued. “I’ll even light a couple candles, as long as you let me sit with you.”

“Outside the tub, y-you mean.”

“Sure,” he chuckled. You always insisted on your baths being just for you-- having two people in one tub was just too crowded. “I’ll sit with you outside the tub.”

“And,” you swallowed weakly. “You can’t w-wear a shirt.”

“And I won’t wear a shirt.”

“Good,” you shuffled forward, snow falling into the cracks of your armor. “Are we almost there?”

“We’ve been walking for two minutes.”

“Why didn’t we just get dropped off closer to the Jumanjee tree in the first place?”

“You know why,” Anakin huffed, dragging your dead weight at this point. “The fruits die within any close proximity of fuel. We couldn’t risk polluting the possibly last Jumjee tree to exist.”

“Weak,” you groaned. “No w-wander they’re all dead now.”

Anakin wanted to comment on the irony of that statement, noting how you seemed halfway on your way to the grave as well. The joke died before it even formed on his lips, the realization of how screwed up this all was suddenly becoming very clear. You weren’t moving your legs anymore, and your head hung heavily in front of you. Even the grasp of your fist on his arm was weak, your voice soft, talking mostly to keep yourself conscious.

“Rex, I’m sending you my coordinates. We need an immediate pickup.”

“Copy that, General Skywalker.”

“Noooo,” you moaned, the long syllable shaking in time with your muscles. “Why’d you call it?”

Anakin stopped walking, turning his body in front of you to shield you from the wind and snow. He pulled you close into him with both arms, lowering the two of you so that you were kneeling in the snow, clutching onto each other as if you would be swept away by the wind.

“There’s no way you’ll make it to the tree and then back to the landing zone alive. You’re half frozen already-- I should have known better than to bring you with me.”

Hurt tears sprung to your eyes. You were glad for the helmet hiding your face from him, unable to wipe them away before a drop spilled down your cheek in an icy trail.

Anakin hesitated, hand moving up to catch the side of your helmet as if he could see right through it. “That’s not what I meant--”

“I’m sorry.”

“No– no I mean I should have known better than to make you suffer alongside me on this one. I could have snuck you in on an easier mission. One where there were beaches maybe, and wookies.”

“You don’t like beaches,” you laughed tearfully. “T-the sand.”

“I could make an exception.”

A shadow blanketed you in darkness overhead, the figure of a ship quickly descending to the left of you and Anakin. A bridge opened up, clones wearing white and blue armor rushing out to help you and Anakin inside.

“Rex,” Anakin nodded at the man in regular infantry armor. “You got the location up?”

Rex punched a couple buttons on his wrist, a map showing up with a highlighted red dot. The Jumjee tree. “All set, General.”

“Good. I owe you one.”

Anakin pat Rex’s helmet as he passed, descending the bridge to the snowy abyss outside.

At that moment, Rex was an angel to you.

You let Anakin lead you to a private resting room, staving off the concerns of his soldiers and denying a call from the council as he ushered you into the room.

“As far as anyone knows,” Anakin announced rather loudly, “Our connection was cut from gamma interference.” Then he slammed the door closed.

“I still don’t understand how you’re not cold,” your teeth clattered, heavy arms reaching to take your helmet off. Anakin beat you to it, carefully lifting the plastoid material up and off your head and setting it to the side.

“I am cold,” he began to pull his own wrappings off his face, revealing the blue of his lips and the pale skin of his usually tan face. “Just not on the verge of getting hypothermia, like you.”

He yanked his gloves off, snow falling off around him as the jackets followed. He did it quickly so that he could help you, finding your zipper and tugging it off your shoulders. Layer after layer was shed, falling into a pile at your feet until all you were left in was the black, heat absorbing undersuit the both of you had zipped into for the mission. Even that had failed you.

The shivers were wracking your body full force now, no longer protected by the heavy furs like before.

“Is that material wet?” Anakin voiced, still reaching out a hand to feel the fabric of your suit himself. He hummed disapprovingly. “We need to get you out of this.”

“What? Anakin--”

“I can’t let you sit here and freeze in a wet undersuit. Come on, turn around for me.”

No matter how much you didn’t want him to see you undressed in this state, you knew he was right. The only thing worse than being cold was being wet and cold.

Anakin unzipped the back of your suit quickly, nothing sexual or romantic about it as he began helping you peel the tight material off your arms. Your pale skin was revealed in segments, discolored from the lack of blood. The look on his face told you everything you needed to know-- not good.

“I’ve got a blanket for you right here,” he mumbled, reaching behind you to the compartment over your head. He pulled a standard blanket down and wrapped you in it before you had time to be embarrassed about being naked from the waist up.

He cloaked the blanket around your shoulders, wrapping it around you and rubbing your shoulders up and down a couple times for good measure. You followed his lead as he urged you to sit on the cot, trembling and trying to burrow yourself as deep as you could into the blankets as he got to work shimmying the rest of the suit off of your hips and legs.

“There we go, that’s it,” he finally pulled them off of you, plopping them onto the rest of the pile of clothes. “You okay for now? I’m gonna go look for more blankets.”

“Anakin,” you nudged your chin toward him. “Your suit must be wet, too.”

“I’m actually dry.” The words were wry. “Probably because I didn’t fall into that heap of snow as soon as we landed.”

“I didn’t think it would be so deep.”

He gave you a short, frosty kiss to your forehead, promising to be right back before stalking out of the room. You were left to yourself, the only sounds being the whirring of the engines and the chattering of your teeth.

Your head was so fuzzy. The single lamp in the room was doubled, your whole world off-tilt. You decided that laying down might be the best option in order to avoid any nausea. Plus, curling up in a ball might help you save what little bit of warmth you had left.

You were sure you would never be warm again.

That much was apparent, as you nearly shivered your way off the edge of the bed. Your jaw clenched hard, teeth gnashing onto each other as your muscles spasmed with uncontrollable trembles. You would do anything for a warm bath, a hug, or a nap.

“Still alive?” Anakin joked lightheartedly as the door whooshed open. You cracked your eyes open to seem him carrying a bundle of blankets, too miserable to smile back at him.

“B-barely.”

“Okay,” he whispered, dropping to his knees by the edge of the cot. He threw each blanket on top of you, tucking the edges around your body to keep in as much warmth as possible. When he had no more blankets to give, he settled for smoothing your wet hair out of your face, drying it with the edges of one of the quilts. “I tried to see if I could get you anything hot to drink, but Jesse broke the microwave.”

“‘ts okay,” you muttered, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his fingers on your face. You forced them open suddenly, taking in his position on the floor in nothing but his undersuit.

“You idiot,” you pushed yourself onto your elbows. He frowned, fingers pausing in your hair. “Get into bed with me. You must be freezing, too.”

“I told you, I’m fine--”

You were already throwing one of your blankets around his shoulders, tugging him up so that he was on the cot beside you. He huffed and followed suit, settling beside you and letting you curl up into the side of his body. For some unfair reason, his undersuit really was miraculously dry, and he was even emanating a little bit of warmth. You closed your eyes and nuzzled deep into his chest.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got you.”

His arms settled around you, surrounding you in his embrace and the blankets that he had gathered. You were just now beginning to regain feeling in your hands.

“I’m never touching snow again,” you decided.

“I second that.”

You focused on your breathing for a few more moments. There passed a certain point where the cold became painful, and the bad part about warming up was that you had to go through all the stages again to regain bodily homeostasis. You had passed the numb part-- now you were dealing with the pain and shivering.

“Are you alright?” Anakin asked softly. “I didn’t check for any frozen toes or fingers. Just thought I’d get you in as many blankets as I could as soon as possible.”

“I think I’m okay,” you wiggled your toes. They felt like little ice blocks.

“Your lips are still purple.”

“So are yours,” you finally were able to give him a little smile, humming quietly as the cool pad of his thumb found your bottom lip. “You still owe me a bath when we get back.”

“Oh, I didn’t forget.”

You captured his hand in your blanketed ones, cradling it against your chest in case his fingers were cold, too. “Maybe I’ll even let you in this time.”

“Really?”

“Just this one time,” you insisted. “And no funny business.”

“Of course, no funny business.”

“I mean it.”

“Me, too.”

You rolled your eyes at his lopsided grin, leaning into his neck. He was the warmest there. You couldn’t help but brush your lips over the delicate skin of his throat, feeling him shiver beneath your touch. He didn’t complain about it-- instead, his metal hand came up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

“I’ll wake you up when we touch down,” Anakin’s soft voice whispered past your ear, reading the exhaustion in your force signature. “Sleep now-- you’ll be warm when you wake up.”

The large, muscled planes of Anakin’s body were already doing a wonderful job of thawing your frozen bones. You felt safe in his arms-- no matter how impossible it was for him to fight off something intangible such as the cold, you knew he would do anything in his power to help you through it. His biceps curled around your back, breath soft against your ear, legs tangled together among the blankets. Soon, the shivers subsided to occasional trembles, and the steady rise and fall of Anakin’s chest as he breathed lulled you off into a deep, healing sleep.

[weixuldo]

Unconditionally// ch 8

anakin x reader

(a/n: sooo here’s the shift in tone…. sorry it was late, my college had a game today and it was crazy lol… but this chapter is kinda intense soo…pls read notes at the end)

things take an unexpected turn, for the worse

warnings: cursing, depiction of injury, car accident

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After Fall break you returned to your dorms and the kids went back to school. Your wonderful vacation is over. But you and Aanakin were closer than ever. The weeks following the break were absolute bliss. You and Anakin were spending every moment you could together and the kids were just as happy you were sticking around. Sadly you still had classes, but you were finding that you spent more time at the Skywalkers than you did at your own dorm. Nothing wrong with that, you smiled to yourself.

Today was a cloudy day, the winter air sending a nice chill through the air. The twins asked you to do a puzzle with them, which you gladly agreed to. Currently you were sorting corner pieces from the pile when you got a text.

“Anakin: I should be home a bit earlier today, maybe we can watch that movie you were talking about :)”

One of your professors assigned a movie for one of your classes and you absolutely did not want to watch it, but Anakin convinced you. If you watched the movie he would reward you… how could you say no?

You smiled at his message and responded happily. You continued to help the twins sort.

An hour went by and you were now helping them with homework. You were a little distracted though, Anakin said he’d be home earlier but it was already the normal time he’d come home. You began to worry just a bit so you sent him a text.

“Hey, are you ontw back?”

You set your phone back down and continued to help Luke with his spelling. Few minutes passed and your phone didn’t ring… that wasn’t like him. You tried to remain calm in front of the kids, but anxiety began to bubble inside you.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and took your phone. You tried calling but you got the recorded voicemail.

“Hey, you’ve reached Anakin Skywalker, Please leave your number and your concerns, Thank you”.

You tried again.

“Hey, you’ve reached Anakin Skywalker, Please leave your number and your concerns, Thank you”.

And again…

“Hey, you’ve reached Anakin Skywalker, Please leave your number and your concerns, Thank you”.

You began to panic, he was probably just in a meeting? Or got held up at work? You wanted to believe that, but something deep within knew something was wrong.

You shakily dialed Ben and prayed for him to pick up.

Ring, Ring, Rin-

“F/N-”

“Where is he? Is he ok?” you interjected hastily.

You heard his wavering voice at the other end of the phone, “F/N, I need you to calm down”.

“Damnit Ben! Where is he?!” you demanded, eyes wide with fear.

The line was silent for a moment before Ben sighed, “There was an accident”.

No.

“It was bad. ”

God, no.

“...where is he?” you whispered, tears daring to spill.

“He was rushed into surgery, he-”

“Is he-” your tears were falling now.

“No,” Ben said shortly.

“Will he?”

“...They don’t know” Ben stated solemnly.

You felt your heart drop, “what hospital?”.

“I don’t think you should bring the kids-”

“What hospital?”

He sighed and told you. You nodded.

“I’ll drop them at Ashoka’s” you said as you were already leaving the bathroom. “Ok” is all he said before you hung up.

You went back into the kitchen and asked them to gather up their stuff.

“Are you ok?” Leia asked, worriedly.

“Are you crying?” Luke added.

You wiped at your eyes and told them it was allergies. Miraculously they believed you, it was starting to get pollony outside. You packed them into your car and told them Auntie Ash wanted to hang out with them today.

You made sure to tell Ashoka there was an emergency and you needed to leave the kids with her. She agreed immediately, Ben had updated her after you called. Once you arrived at her house she enthusiastically greeted the kids and told them to go inside.

She walked to you and gave you a hug, “It’s gonna be ok, he’s a fighter”. Her tone was less confident than normal, but you nodded anyway. You told her you would give her updates then you sped off to the hospital.

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You busted through the hospital doors to find Ben already sitting in the waiting room. He turned to see you and stood to meet you. You fell into his arms, no longer able to hold back your sobs. Ben held you tightly brushing your hair, trying to keep himself together.

Once you steadied your breathing you asked what happened.

“I’m not quite sure, I was Anakin’s emergency contact. They just called and said he was involved in an automobile accident and that he was in critical condition.”

You choked back another sob.

You and Ben sat back down in silence, waiting for the doctor’s to update you. You don't know how much time passed when a doctor finally came out.

“Skywalker?” he asked, and Ben jumped up hastily.

“Is he-Is he alright?” you dared to ask.

The doctor sighed, “He is stable, but he sustained severe injuries. He will most likely not be able to continue the life he was living before.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

“What?” you asked.

“Mr. Skywalker’s legs were crushed on impact… there was nothing we could do.”

You felt yourself falter, luckily Ben was behind you and helped steady you.

“And…” the doctor began.

“And what?” asked Ben, nervously.

“His forearms were also unsalvageable… he suffered a punctured lung as well”

You felt like you were about to pass out. The doctor led you to a seat as he finished going over the other novelties with Ben.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he was just coming home. He texted you a few hours ago. He was-

“Mam?”

You looked up to the doctor with teary eyes, “yes?”.

“He is currently in a high observation ICU, if you would like to go. He’s currently in a medically induced coma, but you can at least see him.” the doctor offered.

You looked at Ben whose face was deep in thought. You swallowed and nodded, “Ok, -I want to see him…”

The doctor gave a curt nod and led you down the drab hospital hallways. Finally you reached the ward Anakin was in, the divider was just glass, you began to cry once more when you laid eyes on him.

He was lying on the bed with tubes and wires sticking out of him from every direction. A thin hospital blanket was pulled up over his chest, but there was an obvious drop below his knees. His arms were laid on top of the cover, they were bandaged and missing forearms.

Anakin.

His expression looked pained, even from far away, an expansive oxygen mask covered the bottom half of his face. You could feel your heart breaking. He didn’t deserve this…

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You spent the greater portion of the next week by his side. Eventually they were able to move him out of the ICU to a more private area. He was still in the coma, but they started the process of having him wake naturally.

You notified your university that you wouldn’t be able to attend classes because of a “family” emergency. But really it was, wasn't it? Luke, Leia,...Anakin, they were like your family now, and you needed to be there for them.

The kids didn’t really understand at first, they didn’t know why their dad wouldn’t be able to do some of the things he used to. They didn’t understand why they weren't allowed to see him either.

But Ben and Ashoka helped keep them from him. Anakin wouldn’t have wanted them to be exposed to such a traumatic sight. How would you even begin to explain what happened?

Instead Ben and Ashoka traded keeping them at night, since you were always with Anakin. You stayed by his side during the day and at night you slept on the small couch by his bedside.

The noises of the machines keeping him alive became your lullabies, the smell of antiseptic became normal, the shock of Anakin’s new form wore off.

When you looked upon his body, you didn’t feel pity for the broken man, you just felt worry for Anakin, the man you loved. The time you spent with him during that week really gave you time to think… you loved him. You loved him before, you loved him now, you’d love him when he woke.

You glanced over at his unconscious body and watched the machines pump air in and out of his lungs at a steady pace. His bruised chest rose and fell methodically with every breath.

You pleaded with the higher powers he would be ok.

***

(a/n: ok so ANGSTYY SORRY LOL but this is what i meant when i said link with original sw cannon…. anakin is a disabled man and i intended to capture the complexity of him… i hate when ppl only focus on him being super “hot” or suitless vader, if ur a real vader fan u love him in every form :)) sorry little rant lol but i have some stuff planned so i hope u stick around !)

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[darthkruge]

Hello! Could you do an Anakin x reader where the reader is jealous of Padmé so goes on a walk through the night, and leaves a little trinket of hers so Ani doesn’t worry. She runs into a bounty hunter and Ani senses her danger through the force and saves her? Thanks 🥰

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Jealousy and Rescues

Summary: Jedi!Reader gets themself in some trouble after going on a walk during the night and Anakin comes to their aid

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, torture (knives), blood, kidnapping, ends w/ fluff I promise

Words: 3.8k

A/N: Yess!! I loved writing this so much and I’m sorry it took me longer than I expected to get out. I think I went a bit angstier than your request implied but that’s where my brain was at today slfksjd! I am also rushing to post this so if there are some grammatical errors whoops

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After a few threats to the Senate, your boyfriend was assigned as Padme’s bodyguard. You knew, rationally, their relationship was strictly professional. He’d never be disloyal towards you and you did trust him. There was nothing for you to worry about. Or, at least, that’s what you repeatedly told yourself as you saw them walking and laughing together. 

Being in a secret relationship is difficult, you wouldn’t deny. Especially when your boyfriend was one of the most attractive and charming men in the entire galaxy. You would see people flirt with him constantly and there was nothing you could do without jeopardizing both of your careers as Jedi. 

You played with the necklace he had given you when you spent your first Life Day together all those years ago. Your home planet on one side, Coruscant on the other, symbolizing your past and your future -- your future with Anakin. It always calmed you; it was something you could hold and feel in public, a reminder of the realness of your hidden romance. 

You let out a sigh, dropping the pendant as you tried to shake off the unease you felt as you watched them interact. It mostly worked, too. When you remembered all Anakin had done for you, the intense moments of happiness and love you’d shared, you never felt more secure. But for some reason, as you saw Anakin lean down so Padme could whisper something in his ear, that anxious and guilty warmth ran through your veins.

You hated feeling jealous. It didn’t matter that you logically knew you had nothing to fear, the emotion remained. It embarrassed you, making you feel childish and small. It made you want to crawl out of your skin and hide away, yet simultaneously run up to Anakin and beg him for reassurance. It made you hate Padme, a woman so kind you cursed yourself for feeling that way. It made your mind run wild, conconting torturous scenarios that made your insecurities flair. 

Even though it brought you pain to watch, you had to expend great energy to tear your eyes away from them. You returned to your apartment, waiting for Anakin’s shift to be over. All you wanted was some time alone with him, to hear him tell you how much he loved you, to feel his arms around you and lips against yours. To hear him gently laugh as he picks up on your jealousy and mumble reassurances into your ear. You awaited his beautiful words that would evidently overtake your thoughts and leave you feeling secure and peaceful. 

Letting your brain run for a while, you felt yourself unconsciously picking at your fingernails and playing with your hair, doing anything to keep yourself busy. You jumped as C3PO entered your room, too lost in thought to register anyone’s presence. 

“I apologize Master L/N, but Master Skywalker instructed me to inform you that he will be working late this evening.”

You felt your heart start to pound as your eyes grew heavy with tears. “Threepio, what do you mean? Did he tell you why?”

“Senator Padme has to go to a special dinner this evening to meet with the leaders of some other planets and he must accompany her.”

“Oh.”

C3PO walked closer to you. “Are you alright, Master L/N? Should I call for Master Anakin?”

You shook your head, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m fine, thank you.” You said, trying to keep your voice as even and happy as you possibly could. 

The droid exited your apartment as you walked onto the balcony, the cold air hitting your cheeks and quelling the hot embarrassment that flowed through you. There is nothing to worry about, you rationalized. These dinners are formalities, Padme goes to them all the time! And Anakin is just her bodyguard, he would never cheat on you! 

Even as you thought the words, you felt frustratingly unconvinced. You decided to go for a walk, the silence in the apartment that your boyfriend was supposed to be back at driving you mad. Even so, you didn’t want him to worry on the off chance he returned home before you. Sighing, you slid the necklace off and placed it on the nightstand, quickly scribbling a note that read “on a walk, be home soon.”

You pulled your Jedi robes closer around you as you walked the Coruscant streets. You had no particular destination in mind, nor did you know how long you intended to be gone for. You let your body drive you, walking around as if in a haze while using all your energy to expel the thoughts from your mind. You made random turns, walking in various directions until you felt yourself calm. 

You looked up and to your left and smiled as you saw your apartment. Anakin. You smiled to yourself and shook your head at your foolishness. You didn’t know why you’d gotten so worked up over his and Padme’s relationship; at the end of the day, he would always return home. 

 Perhaps this was why you weren’t paying attention. Or maybe it was the way you were focussed on  Anakin’s force signature, honing in on him and letting the rest of the world fade away. It could have been your exhaustion, emotionally drained for the day. Whatever the reason, you were unprepared when a dark figure jumped out of the shadows and stunned you. All you knew was that one minute you were on your way home to him and the next you were surrounded by darkness as the ground quickly caught up to you.

Anakin rushed out of dinner, feeling quite guilty for leaving you alone all day. He hated working late, especially during the few times you and him were both on Coruscant. Frequently, your missions kept you apart and, thus, the days where you were home together were sacred. He reached out to you, surprised to not feel your force signature in the apartment. 

He opened the door and was met with a darkness and stillness that immediately set him off. He pulled out his lightsaber but was careful not to ignite it just yet. He looked around and came upon your note and necklace and relief flowed through him. However, he couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. The words in your note felt clipped and cold and he knew you must not have been happy to hear he was running late. 

He walked to the balcony, trying to see you but quickly realizing the futility of the plan. He paced in the apartment, reaching out farther with the Force. Although he hadn’t completely found you, Anakin’s blood ran cold as he sensed with overwhelming clarity that you were in danger. You wouldn’t have lied to him about your whereabouts so he knew you were on foot and, thus, couldn’t have gone too far. All he hoped was that he found you quickly and wasn't too late. 

You groaned, already knowing what had happened. The Council already briefed the Jedi that there was an uptick in bounty hunters throughout the galaxy, specifically those targeting the Jedi order. You couldn’t believe you were stupid enough to walk around, unnattentive, through alleyways, at night. The bounty hunter came into your cell and pulled off her mask. Her features were sharp, her face hardened. You looked into her eyes and were met with a predatory gaze. 

“What are you going to do with me?” You almost didn’t want her to answer. 

The woman simply laughed. “Kill you, of course. But why not have a little fun first? I bet you’d look so nice begging for mercy.”

“I’ll die before I beg for anything from you.” You spat.

“I’m sure I can accommodate both of those things, sweetheart.” With that, she grabbed a knife and plunged it into your foot, anchoring it to the floor. 

You bit your lip, tasting blood as you tried not to scream. You clenched your fists, your hands shackled above your head. Your foot felt hot, the crimson blood running down its sides. Just as the pain began to numb, the woman pulled out another blade and slowly cut the bottom of your other foot. 

You screwed your eyes shut, desperately trying not to give in. She laughed at your feeble attempts before bringing the knife down. The force she used pierced through both muscle and bone and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out an involuntary cry.

Your brain was a muddled mess, tears leaking down your face as you willed your pained whimpers to die in your throat. She cut through your pants and into your thighs. With each line she carved, you felt more and more helpless. She made her incisions deep and languidly, as if pulling every ounce of blood from your body. You tried to squirm away from the blade but the twisting movements made the knives dig even deeper into your feet. 

You tried to reach for Anakin, for some reminder that there was peace waiting for you if you could only hold out through this. You faintly felt his force signature. He’s still out there. He’ll come for me, I know he will.

“Ready to beg yet, Jedi?” She cooed, the tip of her knife under your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. 

Your gaze hardened as you thought of him. She would never take you from him, nothing could tear you and Anakin apart. Your determination remained. She’s not going to break me.

“Never.” Even as the tears ran down your cheeks, even as you felt your grip on the world weakening, you’d never meant a word more than that. 

“We’ll see about that.”

You cried out as her knife cut across your cheek. The sharp sting from the newer and shallower cuts  combined with the throbbing ache in your legs and feet. The sensation and blood loss made you dizzy. Even so, you forced yourself to remain conscious. You’d get through this, you had to. 

Anakin drove his speeder through Coruscant, following a combination of his instincts and the Force to track you down. Every minute, he felt your fear and pain intensify through your Force bond and he grew more and more desperate. By now, he knew you must have been taken by a bounty hunter, there was no other explanation. However, he was occasionally met with a spark of determination and defiance.

He smiled. Whoever had you might be causing you pain, but you definitely weren’t an easy capture. Pride filled him as he thought of your strength. You’d get through this, you had to. Hang on, Y/N, just a little while longer.

The bounty hunter had left the room a few minutes ago, probably frustrated of waiting for you to give in. She’d moved onto cutting through your shirt, your stomach and chest now littered with deep, red, lines. It hurt to breathe, every movement tugging at one of the gashes and causing more blood to ooze out. You were honestly surprised there was still blood left in you to give, as your head felt light and body heavy.

You were so weak, so dizzy that you couldn’t support your own weight anymore, even sitting down. Your head hung down, lolling unimpressively as your neck refused to cooperate. Your mind was swimming and you were delirious, half-convinced you were already dead. 

“Y/N!” 

You used all your energy to lift your head, meeting a pair of beautiful blue eyes that you would recognize anywhere. 

“Anakin,” You breathed out. “Anakin please, help me.” 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He knelt down beside you and you looked at him, immeasurable relief coursing through you. 

He put his hand gently to your cheek, careful to avoid your cuts. “Hold on, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Why aren’t you helping me?”

“Hold on.” The whisper of Anakin’s voice remained in the air as his figure melted away. You screamed in agony, despair clutching at your soul. You desperately looked around, willing the hallucination back to you. Even if it was a cruel trick your fatigued, weak, blood-loss ridden mind created, you wanted him back. 

“Please, Anakin, please come back to me!” You cried. You sobbed, the pain of losing him in any form impossible for you to bear. 

You begged and begged and begged, trying to will him back to you. You screamed and thrashed until your hands wore raw against your restraints, until your cuts had reopened, until your throat was sore and your eyes burned from crying. 

You whimpered out one final plea before your eyes fluttered shut, the fight completely drained from your soul.

Anakin’s heart pounded. He could feel you slipping away, your determination slowly fizzing out. He couldn’t blame you; these bounty hunters were notorious for their torture, for leaving their victims as broken shells before they were killed. He forced the image out of his mind, refusing to think of you in that position. 

Finally, he made it to an abandoned building on the edge of Coruscant. The Force had guided him here and he felt you strongly, or as strongly as he could given your broken state. He jumped out of the speeder and saw a woman twirling a knife, leaning against a wall. 

Igniting the lightsaber, he walked up to her.

“Anakin, I presume?” 

He froze but quickly regained his composure, eyeing her and trying to figure out what her motives were. 

“Don’t fret, young Jedi. They were just calling for you. Quite pathetic if you ask me.”

“If you hurt them I swear-”

The bounty hunter’s lips curled into a bone chilling smile, giving Anakin all the answers he needed. He swung his lightsaber, deflecting her blaster shots with ease. She pulled out two knives and threw one at his middle, making Anakin jump to the side to escape the blade. 

Anakin twirled the saber, once again trying to get traction. She was quick, swinging herself up onto the room of the building by flipping backwards from the balcony. He, however, was quicker. Anakin jumped up gracefully, continuing to spin his weapon and stalk her in this intense, choreographed dance they were engaged in. 

The woman sent her other knife flying at Anakin’s neck and he used his trained reflexes to catch the hilt right before it cut through his skin. Now, it was his turn to smile. He watched as her expression faltered, paying attention to her footing to sense her next move. He followed her, catching up quickly before running the blade through her, barely waiting for her body to drop before bounding off the roof and into the building to find you.

His breath caught as he took you in. Your unconscious body was limp and blood was seeping out of you. He grimaced, seeing the blades running through your feet. As much as he didn’t want you to lose more blood, he needed to remove the knives in order to carry you out of here. Your flesh squelched as he pulled the blade out as evenly as he could and a low whimper escaped your throat. 

“Y/N, Y/N can you hear me?”

“No, no, no, no, no, please, not again!”

“Angel it’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Anakin said, moving to meet your eyes.

“You’re not- this isn’t- no!” You tried to pull yourself away from him, unable to watch this hallucination falter. 

“Y/N, please, let me help you. I need to get you out of here before you lose any more blood.”

“This isn’t real!” You screamed. “Please, stop, this isn’t real! You’re not here, you’re not here, you’re gone, I’m gone, it’s not-” You continued to spew unintelligible words, tears already bubbling up in your throat. 

Anakin caught on to what was happening. “Angel, look at me. I promise I’m here. I’m real, okay? Please believe me.”

“I can’t!” You sobbed. “I can’t let myself hope again!”

“Y/N, okay, okay. Remember that necklace I gave you? It had your home on one side and ours on the other. You left it for me, a token to prove that you were safe when you went for a walk. I think you were angry with me; I was working late because I was guarding Padme, remember? It’s me, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Despite yourself, you believed him. “Ani.” You said softly, tears coming to your eyes as you allowed yourself to have faith that you would be alright. 

“Yes, my love, it’s Anakin. I need you to be still for me, okay? It’s going to hurt but I need to get us home.”

You nodded, cries escaping you as he pulled the second knife from your foot. Your vision went white, the pain profound. Anakin gently hushed you, hand smoothing down your thigh to comfort you as he worked. He went to your restraints next, releasing your hands and watching as they fell heavily. He caught your body as it wrenched forward, making you gasp as the cuts on your chest came in contact with him.

Anakin apologized quickly, pulling off his robe and wrapping it around your body, your cut clothing offering almost no protection from the cold, nighttime air. He also wanted to help you as your body was clearly going into shock from the trauma.

Anakin placed you in his lap, holding you to him with one hand and driving with the other. For anyone less talented at riding a speeder it would have been precarious. You weakly wrapped your arms around him, too, as best as you could. 

You were in and out of consciousness the whole way back, barely registering how Anakin pulled you up and into his arms, the sway of his walking faster and more desperate than usual. He went into medbay, placing you gingerly on a bed and calling over a medical droid to determine the extent of your injuries.

Noting how empty it was, Anakin took the risk and held your hand. He knew it was dangerous, the fear of getting caught weighing constantly on both your minds. But after he almost lost you, nothing else mattered. 

The droids informed him that you had lost a severe amount of blood, but the cuts themself should heal with time. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized you would be fine. Anakin begged them to let him take you back to your room, saying that the trauma from the torture would only grow worse if you woke up in an unknown environment. 

They allowed, so long as he made sure you were supervised and rested for at least the next week. He agreed hurriedly before scooping you back up. You groaned at the movement and he whispered a quick apology, trying to get you into your bed as soon as possible. 

He set you down, resting your back against the pillows just as you liked. You were all bandaged up and looked so fragile in your current state, a far cry from what he was used to. He hated it. You were such a skilled Jedi, he sometimes forgot that you were vulnerable, too, and this reality check was immensely painful. 

He watched over you as you slept, refusing to move for hours. Finally, your eyes opened and  you  looked at him blearily. 

“Hi.” You croaked out. 

Anakin’s eyes snapped up to yours, gently laughing from the relief of hearing your voice and its gravelly tone. He floated the cup of water by your nightstand to your mouth while using his other hand to brace your neck, coaxing you into a sitting position so you could easily swallow the liquid.

You hummed your thanks as he slowly set you against the pillows. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, I should have told the Council I couldn’t do the extra meeting and just come home.”

“No, Anakin, it was your job, I shouldn’t have been upset. I was just jealous, I guess. I saw you and Padme together and,” You trailed off. It felt so unbelievably stupid now. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

Anakin’s eyes were understanding. “It’s okay, my love. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about. The only reason I was with Padme for dinner was because the Council assigned me to. No one could make me willingly skip dinner or anything else with you.”

“I know” You said sheepishly.

“I love you, angel. No one even comes close. I promise, I’ll never leave you.”

“I love you too, Ani.” 

He carefully connected his lips with yours, hyper aware of your injuries and not wanting to cause you  any more pain than you’ve already been through. 

“Lie with me?”

Anakin nods as you scoot over. He climbs into bed and allows you to situate yourself. You eventually find a position that doesn’t put strain on your cuts and bruises and you smile, leaning your head against his chest. He gingerly puts his flesh hand around your back, looking at you to see if it’s okay. You nod reassuringly and Anakin lets his arm rest there, fingers gently running through your hair.

“I was so scared, Anakin. I thought I’d never see you again.” You say, breaking the silence.

He looks at you, silently encouraging you to go on, if you so wanted.

“I hallucinated you, you know? I thought you’d come for me. But you told me to hold on and then you disappeared.” Your voice was barely a whisper at the end, tears leaking onto his chest. 

“I’m so sorry.” Those words were all he could give. He spoke them with such meaning and love that you melted. None of this was his fault.

“I love you.” You replied, your words carrying the same intensity as his. 

Anakin brought his metal arm around, too, to further hold you to him. 

“You’re never going to lose me, okay? I will always come for you, I will always protect you. With everything I am, I will always love you.” 

“I know.” Your voice was loving and soft, exhaustion once again pulling at you.

He kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, Y/N. You’ll need a lot of it.”

“Hmm?” You questioned tiredly

“They assigned you to at least a week of complete rest.”

“What?!”

“Shhhh, go to sleep, angel.” Anakin chuckled. 

You huffed but nuzzled closer to him. You were too drained to fight it and too happy to finally be back in his arms. Nothing could ruin the moment.

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Desiderium: Lacuna

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Part IV

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Disclaimer - DNI if under the age of 18. This is a dark and mature story involving themes of torture, substance abuse, addiction, trauma, PTSD, injury detail

The start of the diversion - this is just to allow for some bonding before the main story begins! Please remember, the characters are written realistically, not just to be liked.

Word Count - 10.5K

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Alteration to the timeline - Star Wars a New Hope actually happens 12 years in the future from the Obi-Wan Kenobi Series, not 8. Obi-wan is also younger because his ages seem to correlate until the ‘New Hope’ film, so I adjusted them to match. Yes there is an age gap, sue me.

Age at the time of ‘Revenge of the Sith’ (the fall of the Republic) - Obi-wan 28, Aeris, 16

Age at the time of ‘Kenobi’ series (this story) - Obi-wan - 38, Aeris - 26, Leia & Luke - 10

Age at the time of ‘Star Wars a New Hope’ - Obi-wan 49, Aeris - 38, Leia & Luke - 22

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Aeris remains in the small cockpit far longer than she should have, watching stars slowly glimmer past as she sucks deep breaths into her lungs, helmet in her lap and head rested against a stiff headrest. Her brows furrow and lips turn into a flat grimace as she steadies her breathing, fighting against the fire flickering against her side and clogging her lungs with smoke. She couldn’t breath quite right, ribs protesting with every breath, and even the dim flickering of the distant stars aggravated the thudding of her skull. Nausea battles with her subconscious as her left hand gingerly crosses her stomach to kneed at the bruising at her right side, withdrawing with a grimace as soon as her fingers make light contact with the source of her trouble. Something was broken, no doubt about it.

Her mind wonders to the bacta-patches she had stashed away in her pack, now abandoned in the main foyer, frowning at the realisation she would likely have to use one of them soon. She had been fine, she had been doing better, and then the damned Sith, or Inquisitor, or whatever they liked to call themselves, had sent her plummeting down a stairwell. Her hand finally manages to rest against the tender flesh, massaging gently over the bruising as she watches the stars, willing for a miraculous recovery before she re-enters the main hull. Using a bacta-patch was one thing, explaining her state to Obi-wan was an entirely different matter: how would he trust her if she couldn’t even keep herself unharmed? He would know this wouldn’t have been caused by her fight with the stairwell, he would ask questions. Questions she didn’t want to answer.

Not only that but bacta was unbelievably valuable, especially with the Empire draining supply for their legions that currently fought off rebellion in the furthest corners of the galaxy. It was rare, it could save lives, was a broken rib or two really worth such precious medicine? Though she hoped otherwise, Obi-wan may need it further down the line, perhaps even the girl he had with him. She could pass it on to the Resistance, save an innocent life, a fighter who would go on to save hundreds more, a leader driving the rebellion. It may be a matter of life or death, and what would Aeris have used it for? Pain. Another life lost, another regret. Her frustration at her own situation has her pressing too harshly and flinching away from her own hand, head tilting as her teeth catch her lip, cursing quietly. No, she would wait, and if she so needed she would use the stims first. Besides, Obi-wan should be gone soon, and she would be able to retire back to her own ship and hide from the galaxy for a week or so, nurse her wounds and return back to business as if nothing had happened. 

Images of Obi-wan in the cargo bay suddenly come to mind, and Aeris barely has a moment before images of the Third Sister flash before her closed eyelids and her eyes snap open in alarm, the warning she had shared with Obi-wan bouncing around her dull skull. Aeris had been distracted in the moment, occupied with getting out of there alive, but now that she could sit and truly think, the more none of this made any sense. She had heard the Third Sister’s threats, the warnings she had given: ‘He’s alive Obi-wan. Anakin Skywalker is alive.’. Anakin Skywalker, that was a name she hadn’t heard in an age; she knew who he was, of course, Obi-wan’s Padawan from the days of the Jedi Republic. The golden boy of the century, with the locks to match. The man to bring balance to the force, peace to the galaxy - she nearly scoffs at the prophecy; what balance had he brought? Wars had been fought over his destiny, and yet the galaxy still ended up in the hands of the Empire, with a lunatic in a helmet at its helm. If she ever managed to get her hands on that man, he would beg to be taken by the Empire. The founder of the prophecy would beg for satan himself. Then the Third Sister had mentioned said lunatic herself ‘Darth Vader will be pleased.’ - what had he to do with Obi-wan and Anakin? 

Her brows furrow minimally as she recalls the moment, Obi-wan’s panic, his inability to seemingly do anything at all.

The Empire hunted Jedi, that was common knowledge, and it had made sense that they had tried to detain Obi-wan, a past figure-head of the Jedi Order, when they could, but Darth Vader himself? There was more to this than Obi-wan had said, and Aeris was startlingly aware of exactly how little she knew. She knew of the rumours that surrounded the Sith Lord, the darkness that emanated from the cloaked man, the terror and death that accompanied him like a shadow, the misfortune and tragedy that hung across his shoulders and embraced all those he came across. She wanted nothing to do with that monster - she wanted him dead, tortured, humiliated, but a galaxy between them would hardly be enough, never mind harbouring a man he actively hunted. If Vader wanted Obi-wan, the Jedi would be far better killing himself now and ending the torment; no matter how far he ran, Vader would find him. Even the resistance couldn’t save him.

With worry gnawing at her chest and the startling awareness of all the eyes of the galaxy turned towards her, Aeris’ hand stills its movements against her torso. If Vader was after them, she was dead, they were dead -  If she stayed in this cockpit any longer she would surely go mad. 

After several more moments, and mustering the courage to stand, Aeris hoists herself from the pilot’s seat, throwing one last glance at the gravelly navigation display before exiting the cockpit. 

The young girl sits alone on a long metal bench in the main body of the ship, and her wide brown eyes immediately snap in Aeris’ direction as the door hisses shut behind her. Placing her helmet down on an empty mesh crate Aeris’ eyes flicker towards the girl; she had been fiddling with her hair, the long brunette locks twisted in a messy braid, half-finished. The air is empty and yet tense, and it is only then Aeris realises she had yet to actually talk to the girl.

“Are you okay?” Her voice is flat and gravelly, a stark contrast to the spike to her heart at having to converse with a child - would the child understand everything she said? What tone should she use? She wasn’t a cheery person with a lighthearted laugh nor a light voice, and that was the only way she had seen people talk to their children before. She was never very good with children. She had once been better, but after so many years in her profession they seemed as alien as some of the other species that inhabited the universe.

The girl, startled at having been directly spoken to, flushes, cheeks and ears turning pink as she hides the poor braid behind her back with a flick of her wrist. “Yes.” The child looks concerned, and for a moment Aeris thinks she is frightening her; she supposed a blaster-wielding stranger that had killed people in front of her was not a person the girl would confide in. “You’re bleeding.” 

Oh. The confusion on the woman’s face and a quick glance down at herself has the child motioning to her head. Aeris rubs a hang gingerly across her hairline, fingers dabbling in a small stream of blood slowly ebbing its way towards her brow. She doesn’t flinch despite the familiar sting. She lamely attempts to rub the blood away, only smearing it back up into her hairline. 

“What’s your name?” It seemed rather silly to ask that question now, but the child smiles so she supposes it was the right thing to say.

“Leia.” Aeris’ head tilts minimally, a small crease forming between her angular brows. She had heard that name before. 

“Pretty name.” Leia is practically beaming, her full attention on the woman before her. Aeris doesn’t like the attention and divers her gaze from the child, chest uncomfortably hollow. Her eyes scour the dim room, surprised to find no trace of Obi-wan near his ‘daughter’. ‘Where’s Obi-wan?”

“He’s doing a Jedi thing.” Leia rolls her eyes, kicking her feet playfully. “He went over there.” She points to the dim furthest part of the ship, and Aeris nods in thanks before heading in that direction.

The cargo ship is tall and spacious, with only a few crates and miscellaneous items to clutter its wide interior. It hadn’t yet been stocked for transport and most of the netting attached to either wall lay empty or strewn about the floor, only a few crates large and dangerous enough to be secured. It was dim, not intended for humans to occupy, but the small overhead lighting sufficed, illuminating the shadows in the darkest corners just enough to see the ship’s interior outline. The scent of plastic and metal and something musty hangs thick in the cool air, dissimilar to the cargo bay they had just departed from, distinctly mechanical and yet not unpleasant. It takes Aeris longer than expected to reach its furthest wall where Obi-wan sits cross-legged on the floor, eyes shut and hands cupped in his lap, palms up. 

She watches the man meditate for a moment in silence, one hand grasping the other and a sourness overtaking her throat. He looked so... peaceful. Obi-wan’s face seemed the most peaceful she had seen it over the last few hours, lines of age almost entirely vanished and shoulders squarer than when he had first tried to intimidate her in the alleyway. The furrow between his brows that never seemed to shift all but gone, tired eyes shut and their accompanying shadow obsolete. His breaths are steady and slow, a calmness emanating from him and encompassing the corridor, cool air not so biting, the rumble of the ship subdued. Aeris has every intention of ruining that peace. 

“Obi-wan?” She approaches, footfalls heavier with the intention of grasping the man’s attention. He doesn’t shift for a moment. “Is everything okay?”

There’s a beat of silence, and Aeris is about to speak again, far louder, with worry and pain agitating her attitude, before he shifts and begins to slowly raise from his position.

“Yes, yes, I just needed a moment.” Obi-wan mutters, straightening his robes and turning towards the maskless woman, an air of peace settled over him like a blanket. Aeris nearly marvels at his ability to calm his nerves after such an ordeal, instead her lips press into a thin line, one hand resting against her belt. Obi-wan’s eyes finally land on her face, satisfied with his robes, and said peace immediately morphs into something akin to concern. “You’re bleeding.” 

“So I’ve been told.” 

His cerulean eyes don’t fall from the abrasion, watching a scarlet droplet slowly gather at her temple. 

“It’s fine, I don’t even feel it.” She dismisses, not entirely sure why she is justifying her wellness to a man she had met mere hours before. “Who’s Anakin Skywalker?” 

If her presence hadn’t disturbed the peace enough, her question had all but shattered any comprehension of it all together. Obi-wan’s breath catches in his throat, eyes snapping down to her own and matching her fiery gaze. For a moment he forgets to breath, just like back at the cargo bay, and the ground seems to swallow him whole, the shadows in the corners of the room growing and overtaking his peripheral, the metric humming of the ship fading as his hearing fails. He sees the fire in the coppery amber of Aeris’ eyes and he has to focus on the droplet of blood once again to prevent himself from becoming lost in a memory he had just managed to pull himself back from. His knuckles turn white with the grip he has on his own forearms.

“No one- no one important.”

Aeris knew what she was doing, face an emotionless mask of curiosity, suspicion swimming in the amber flecks of her iris’. Obi-wan was panicked, and he should be - she was not a woman to deceive. Anakin Skywalker was not ‘no one’.

“I will ask you again. Who is Anakin Skywalker?”

The older man stands firm, dead-set eyes boring into her own, his lips sealed in a firm line. The peaceful silence has morphed into something far more sinister, thick and chocking.

“He was your Padawan.” She reveals after several moments, one eyebrow raising as she asks. “What has Darth Vader got to do with you and Anakin?”

Obi-wan’s mouth opens minimally, closing as abruptly as his mind stalls. He hadn’t even told the bounty hunter the true relation between himself and Leia, his relation with Darth Vader himself was not another relation he wanted to share. The cogs in his mind turn as he scrambles, fighting for clarity among memories and their horrors that lay festering and fresh beneath the surface - how did she know of Anakin? How did she know he had been his Padawan? Though Obi-wan was once well-known through the resistance circles, his relation to other Jedi was not something discussed commonly. His eyes search her own; what did she know? And how did she know it? His distrust spikes, the Empire would likely know of their relationship, and so far there was little proof Aeris was who she claimed to be aside from the dishonest word of a con-man that had tried to scan Obi-wan himself. A hand comes up to rub the scruff of his beard, eyes narrowed. She didn’t know Anakin was Darth Vader, at least.

“He was my Padawan- I thought he died in Order 66.” Obi-wan’s tone is tight, the brunette before him watching his face with a harrowing gaze. “And I have no idea, I had no idea Darth Vader was involved in all of this - the Empire hunt all force users.”

Lies. Aeris’ mind hums, her tongue coming out to wet her lips as she thinks, a muscle twitching in her jaw. 

“So why would the Third Sister mention him? This seems personal.”

“I have no idea.” The greying man stresses, hands motioning at his sides. “I don’t know how they found me, I don’t know what they want with me, I don’t know what Darth Vader has to do with any of this. I can only imagine it’s the same thing they do with all force users, only I had a reputation.” He didn’t like how easy it was becoming to lie. He had no idea if he was convincing, but the contemplative look on the woman’s face has his nerves settling. “And how do you even know Anakin use to be my Padawan? That isn’t knowledge you should possess.”

“I’m not the one lying here Ben. Anakin Skywalker is not ‘no one’.” 

“And you’re not answering any of my questions. How do you know of Anakin Skywalker?” He doesn’t relent, voice firm, arms crossed. 

“I have my sources.” It is Aeris’ turn to become defensive, brows furrowing. 

“I’m trusting you to get myself and my daughter home safe.” He clears his throat, almost stumbling over his words. He doesn’t notice the satisfied upturning of Aeris’ thin lips. “How can I trust you when you possess information only few people should know- you know my name, my real name, and you know Anakin. I have a feeling you know a lot more than just any bounty hunter, than just any resistance member. I cannot trust you when I don’t know why.”

“I’m with the resistance.” Obi-wan was becoming frustrated at how she seemed to use that as a get out clause for any questions thrown her way. “And I’m a bounty hunter, my job is to gather people and get them to the resistance, it’s my job to know who you are, who you’re connections are, who else might need saving.”

His forehead creases, sucking a deep breath into his lungs. Never mind Aeris’ job, it was how she acquired this information that had him set on edge - where were the records with this information? With evidence of these links? It had been a decade since the destruction of the Jedi Order, and presumably all of its data and information. Who would still maintain these files at risk of being tortured and killed by the Empire? 

“Your daughter,” Aeris begins, one final question on her lips. “why aren’t they hunting her? You’re right, they hunt all force users, surely blood relation is enough to put a target on her back too?”

Obi-wan curses himself for not just telling the truth earlier. He digs his heels in, continuing to act the clueless fool. “Force, Aeris I don’t know. The Empire work in mysterious ways- it’s likely they don’t even know she’s my daughter. You’re making it sound like I’m lying about her.”

The flat look she sends him has him biting the inside of his cheek. He had hoped she would shy away from the accusation: the woman was thorough, and confident, he would have to give her that. 

“Why would I lie about such a thing?”

“I don’t know.” Her eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes as she talks, and he is acutely aware of how closely he is being watched. This was her job after all, reading others, distinguishing the untrustworthy from the plain dangerous. Anxiety squirms in his stomach and for a moment he considers preferring his odds against the Third Sister than the woman stood before him: better the devil you know than the one you don’t. “And that’s what I don’t understand. I usually know why people are lying, I can usually put myself in their shoes and understand, weed out the bullshit pretty early on.” A hand comes up to swipe a scarlet droplet from her brow. “But you have been dead to the galaxy for a decade, you re-appear on the run, on a seedy planet you have no business on, with a daughter no one knows of and the most dangerous man in the galaxy chasing after you. I don’t know what you’re lying about, or why, but I know you are.”

“Choose to believe me, or not. It makes no difference.” Obi-wan was growing tired, the stresses of the day wearing upon his weary shoulders, and he was worried that if they continued he would slip up. “I’m trying to get somewhere safe with my daughter. That is all I want, and that’s what I’ve told you.”

Aeris’ eyes continue their journey of his face, bright eyes cold and steely. The older man gave nothing back, despite the exhaustion and stress that marred the lines of his features, she understood he knew how this game was played, and nothing could be trusted. She had worn a fair few masks of her own, and this honest vulnerability was just another she had once adorned herself. This Jedi was smart, and ultimately his expression was just as guarded as her own. A thousand questions and accusations pushed against her lips, and her right hand tapped an indistinguishable pattern against her thigh. With one last regard, she turns, flexing her jaw.

“I’ll leave you to your meditation.” She bites, unsatiated but understanding she wouldn’t get any further that afternoon. She had found out one thing - Obi-wan was lying to her, about one thing or another, but she had yet to figure out what exactly about, and why. 

She turns to leave, planning on returning to the cockpit and napping for however long they had left in the cargo shuttle, but Obi-wan’s surprisingly soft voice behind her has her halting and turning back towards him.

“You’re hurt.”

It wasn’t a question, and yet it takes Aeris by surprise, visible confusion flashing across her face before she stares at the man blankly, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

“You- in- you’re hurt.” 

Aeris, though usually not so easily ruffled, continues to stare at him blankly, wondering where this conversation had come from after such a heated debate. His own blank stare doesn’t offer much in return. Feeling the dried blood on her fingertips, she motions to her forehead, flicking a wrist dismissively. “It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.”

“No I- I don’t mean that.” The sleeves of his robe ruffle as he adjusts his grip on his forearms, hesitant yet persistent. “You nearly gave away your position in the cargo bay.” 

Aeris doesn’t speak, watching him cautiously.

He sighs. “This isn’t going to work unless we trust each other- I could help. I have experience with medical kits.”

“As do I.” She defends, a bit too harshly. “I tripped on a wire in the cargo bay, rest assured I do not need your help.”

His mouth opens to insist, but the brunette wastes no time in striding away from the conversation, leaving Obi-wan to his own thoughts and shadows as she returns to the equally dim cockpit. She returns faster than she had departed and her eyes instantly fall to Leia who still sat on the same crate, face pinched as she messy’s her braid further. Aeris pauses, eyes flickering between the cockpit door and the girl sat frowning to her right, and just as she decides that the child would be fine and that a nap was a far more pressing issue, a pained and frustrated whine leaves her throat. 

“Leia, you okay?” She questions, one brow raising and head tilting lightly, not entirely thrilled to be asking the question in the first place.

The girl startles, head whipping in the woman’s direction, hands gripping the hem of her shirt. Large brown eyes stare back at Aeris and she shrugs as she heads back to the cockpit. “Nevermind.”

“Wait-!” Leia calls, hopping up from the crate as the cockpit door hisses open. Concealing a sigh Aeris turns back, staring down at the girl expectantly. “I- I don’t-” she babbles, taking a step back. 

Brown puppy-dog eyes stare back at Aeris’ lighter pair, and a hand comes up to drag down her face as she asks: “There is something wrong, isn’t there?”

“I can’t braid my hair.” 

As if that wasn’t obvious from the birds nest that currently sat in a twisted knot at the back of Leia’s head. “You want me to braid your hair?” A breath releases from Aeris’ chest as she waits for the child to get to the route of the problem. 

“And I’ve... hurt my shoulder.” 

“Right,” Aeris sighs, striding past the girl and sitting on the crate she once sat on. She beckons with a gloved hand. “Come on then, show me.”

Leia tentatively sits next to the older woman, staring at her expectantly. 

“Which shoulder?” Slowly, Aeris rests her hands on Leia’s right shoulder, fingers feather-light as she prods around the joint, feeling for irregularities under the flimsy material of her jacket. Leia is rigid, back straight and muscles tense, face screwed in preparation for pain. Aeris notices and begins talking. “And how did you hurt it?” 

“Just before you found us with those people in the alleyway.” Leia’s poor braid swings as she talks, nodding to herself. “I jumped off the roof ‘cos these people were shooting at us, and I didn’t trust that Ben would catch me so I grabbed this wire.” She mimics reaching for something with her other hand. “And it’s hurt since. I don’t know what I did.” 

Aeris smooths a palm over the fabric of Leia’s shirt, one hand gripping her arm firmly whilst the other delves delicately in the junction between her shoulder and neck. “Good news is it doesn’t feel dislocated, there’s no bruising, and nothing feels ‘wrong’. You’ve probably just strained it a bit.” She hops up from the crate, heading towards the cockpit.

“Stay.” She calls over her shoulder, re-emerging a minute later with a flask and a small pill. She rejoins Leia on the crate, hiding a wince behind a smile as she hands the items over. “I don’t know the fancy name for this medicine but it’s similar to a stim - you’ve heard of them right?” Leia’s vacant look tells her all she needs. “It speeds up healing, and it’ll get rid of the pain. You’ll be back to normal in an hour.” 

Leia immediately downs the pill, sipping at the water and watching Aeris over the rim of the flask, obviously wanting to keep talking. Aeris taps a silent rhythm against the crate as she shifts position. She considers leaving, body aching for the nap she had convinced herself she would take, but Leia’s expectant eyes and eager expression has her remaining on the crate, cursing her better nature.

“You jumped off a roof?” She leans back, surprised at how eager Leia’s eyes follow her. “...That’s pretty badass.” A grin overtakes the girls face, and she perks up instantly, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged. “You weren’t scared or anything?”

“No!” She refutes, shaking her head vigorously. “No, not scared at all. Like you when you jumped from the roof, but I think you looked cooler.” 

“Huh, well, that’s very brave. I think I’d be scared if I fell.” 

Leia’s grin quickly turns bashful, and she takes another sip as Aeris’ eyes wonder to the mess of hair sticking in all directions from behind her head. 

“I can’t be handing you over to the resistance like a scruffy-looking nerf-herder, so can you do your hair now or do I need to do it?” 

From bashful to downright embarrassed, Leia shakes her head again eyes lowering. “I don’t know how, can you please?”

“Your mum never taught you?” Aeris asks as she points at the floor before her feet, Leia settling cross-legged between her legs. From the limited knowledge Aeris had about children, Leia looked to be around seven years old, at the very least, wasn’t that a normal age for a young girl to be braiding her own hair?

“Uh,” Leia hesitates, sipping at the water again, somewhat aware of the cover story Obi-wan had been spouting to people and deciding that informing the bounty hunter about having maids to do this wasn’t entirely appropriate. “No, not yet.”

Nimble fingers quickly and carefully un-tie the mess of a braid that Leia had started, calloused fingers carding through brunette locks as the hull hums peacefully. Aeris had to hunch over to reach Leia, the girl not quite tall enough for a comfortable reach, and had to concentrate greatly to avoid grimacing at the tug to her side. The knotted mass of hair offered some distraction, thankfully, and Aeris soon found herself falling into a semi-relaxed rhythm as she began to braid. Her brows furrowed, however, at the memories of braiding a child’s hair a lifetime ago, and she opens her mouth to distract her thoughts. 

“How old are you, Leia?”

“I’m ten and a half!” Aeris tries not to think too much about what happened to the galaxy around ten and a half years ago, but she notes the age with suspicion. Obi-wan was uncharacteristically quick to move on from the Jedi ways. “How old are you?” Leia questions, not entirely understanding the inappropriateness of the question.

“How old do you think I am?” The bounty hunter extends her arm, motioning with her fingers for Leia to pass her a bobble. “Be careful with your answer.”

“Twentyyyy-” Leia pauses, dragging her words as Aeris finishes tying off the braid. “two.”

“Ha! I wish.” The brunette scoffs a laugh, Leia flinching at the abruptness of her outburst. “You flatterer. I’m twenty-six.”

Patting Leia on the shoulders to motion her to stand, Aeris leans back on the crate, attempting to stretch out her stiff sides before she stands. “So, do you and your dad have plans for when you get home?”

“I- I don’t know.” Leia mutters. Aeris doesn’t fail to notice the hesitance to her voice or the aversion of her gaze. “I guess Ben will contact my mum as soon as we’re somewhere safe.”

“Hm, yes I’m sure she’ll be worried about you." Aeris tilts her head to the side lazily, trying to catch Leia’s eyes but ultimately giving up. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back with her soon.”

“Back with who soon?” Obi-wan interrupts, slightly panicked, finally returning from his moments of solitude. Leia startles at the intrusion, Aeris rolls her neck uninterested.

“With mum.” Leia sits on another smaller crate, swinging her legs back and forth. “She doesn’t know where we are.” “Ah, yes.” Obi-wan shifts uncomfortably, Aeris paying no mind to his actions as she rolls her shoulders from the time hunched braiding Leia’s hair. “Don’t worry, we’ll be in contact as soon as I can.”

Not intending to stick around for a ‘father’-’daughter’ bonding moment, Aeris springs up from her seat, boots clanging against the metal floor and dragging their attention towards her. “Right, well, now that you’re back- we’ve got around five hours before we get anywhere close to Mapuzo, so I suggest we all get some rest to kill the time and prepare ourselves for landing.” Her gaze flits between the pair, acknowledging them both pointedly. “Force-knows what it’ll be like when we land, the Empire’s increased their troop presence all over this sector, because of course they fucking have. They’ve got nothing better to do than interrupt my plans all the time.” Catching herself in her frustrations she stops. “We’ll just have to be prepared. Can’t be any worse than Daiyu.”

She leans over some meshing, pulling a stack of scraggly moth-eaten blankets out from the shadows and begins handing them around. “I’m going to sleep,” She opts to leave out a smart comment about Obi-wan ruining her schedule with his arrival on Daiyu, deciding things were tense enough between them already. However, she wouldn’t pretend a large part of the reasoning she wanted to sleep was so that she could simply stop having to look at him, as petty as that was: previous beating aside. “the ship’s fine, no one of interest takes this route. Do whatever you want, don’t break anything, and don't touch the console in the cockpit. Good?”

Leia nods, wrapping her moss-coloured blanket over her shoulders after a moments scrutiny. Obi-wan folds his ominously stained cream blanket in his arms, sitting quietly and allowing Leia to plop herself next to him, pulling out her small bug-like toy and beginning to mumble excitedly to him about god-knows what. He watches as Aeris immediately prepares for bed, folding her jacket into a pillow, pulling her maroon blanket over her shoulders, and curling into herself at the corner of the hull closest to the cockpit, back pressed up against the wall. She doesn't remove her blasters from her hips, and barely stirs as soon as her head connects with her jacket.

He sighs, attention focussing on entertaining Leia, lamenting all the decisions that had led him to this moment; a cold dark musty run-down transport vessel, with a child at his hip, a child who’s father was alive and apparently the very man who had brought the galaxy into ruin, who was apparently currently hunting Obi-wan down. That’s not even to mention the dangerous stranger seemingly peacefully asleep in the shadows. He had had a peaceful life not ten days ago, how could it have gone so wrong?

Obi-wan watches the young girl beside him, finally noticing that her unkept locks had been braided back into two delicate dutch braids. He hadn’t even noticed how unkempt she had first looked, but now he realised she looked immensely better and polished, akin more to a princess than a street-urchin.

“You’re hair looks very nice, Leia.” He compliments, attempting to smile warmly at her, eyes crinkling. “I could never hope to tie such a braid.”

“Thank you!” She beams, grinning up at him and running her fingers along one of her braids. “Aeris did it for me.”

“What?” He questions dumbly, jovial mood crashing into the floor, eyes flitting in the sleeping bounty-hunters direction. “She- she did your hair?” 

“Yeah.” Leia nods, seemingly unaware of Obi-wan’s absolute shock. “I couldn’t fix my hair so she did it for me-” Obi-wan feels as if his brain is short-circuiting, unable to visualise how on earth that event even happened. Did Leia just wonder up to the woman and politely ask her to braid her hair? And then she simply said yes? Aeris was many things, aggressive, intimidating, dangerous, closed-off and frankly frightening, someone to steer clear of, definitely not someone he could envision who would sit and braid a young child’s hair. His gaze slides back to her sleeping figure, perhaps he had misjudged her, but he struggled to grapple with the mental image none-the-less.

“-said I couldn’t be meeting the resistance looking like, like a ‘scruffy-looking nerf-er’.” Ah, that was more believable.

“Nerf-herder?” Obi-wan offers, sighing when Leia nods, repeating the full phrase back to him. How classy.

“Don’t go repeating that, Leia, your parents will kill me if they hear that coming from you.”

“Is it really that bad?” She sasses, Obi-wan rubbing between his eyes tiredly.

“Had you ever heard that phrase before today?” She stares at him silently. “Exactly, there’s a reason. Young girls shouldn’t be saying stuff like that, it’s unbecoming.”

Leia nods along, but Obi-wan has a feeling the insult will stick with her for a while. Children always picked up the worst things. He remembered swearing in front of a youngling once, and before he knew it the entire cohort had a new word in their vocabulary.

“Is there anything else our travelling companion taught you today?” He questions, half in jest, half concerned.

“Uhh,” Leia genuinely considers, brows furrowing. Obi-wan regrets ever asking. “a tim? A stim?” She drags out the ‘s’, unsure. 

Obi-wan’s head turns fully to regard her. “Why in force was she teaching you about stims?” 

“She gave me ‘something like a stim’ for my shoulder.” She uses air-quotations, completely unaware of the panic striking Obi-wan’s heart and the cold sweat immediately breaking out across his back.

“Leia,” His voice is tight, and it takes all of his restraint not to go barrelling to the other side of the room and rouse Aeris from her slumber. “what do you mean she gave you something? She gave you medicine? And you took it?”

“I hurt my shoulder when I fell earlier and she gave me something to fix it. It feels great.” She smiles again, the apples of her cheeks rosy. Obi-wan’s eyes only furrow in concern, gaze flicking around her face for signs of illness.

“What did she give you? Leia, this is important, what did she give you?” His tone raises in urgency, whispering harshly to not awaken Aeris at the other side of the room.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles quietly, feeling the pressure of his gaze. “It was a pill...”

“A pill.” A hand covers Obi-wan’s mouth, running through all types of medical knowledge that remained in his mind from his training. A pill? That could be anything. She could’ve given her Latheniol or force-knows what.

“Force. You feel alright though?” He places a hand against her forehead that she quickly swats away. Delving into the force, he narrows his light presence towards Leia’s heart, ignoring his own hammering chest to listen to the exceptionally-normal heartbeat next to him. “Oh my- don’t take medicine from strangers. Did no one ever teach you that? Don’t take anything from strangers.”

“You’re a stranger.” Leia defends, crossing her arms and pouting. 

“I’m different. Your family knows me. No-one knows her.”

“...Sorry.”

“Just-” He sighs, a hand pulling down his face and rubbing at his beard. “next time you hurt something, need something, anything. Tell me first, okay?” He regards her with a final once-over, leaning back against the wall and staring at the ceiling to compose himself. “But you’re feeling alright? No side-effects since the medicine?”

“No, no. I feel better than before. Pinky-promise.” An extended pinky-finger comes into his view, wafting around jokingly. Not having the energy to attempt to reason with her any further, and not wanting to worry her too much, he extends his own pinky, letting her pull his hand into her lap and begin playing with it as she resumes her chatter from before. Force, the child needed some self-preservation lessons. 

---

Once Leia’s chattering died down, the hull fell into a peaceful silence with nothing but the struggling hum of the engine indicating any movement at all. Obi-wan had managed to sleep for a little while, waking two hours later with a stiff neck and Leia sprawled across his lap, using his robes as a pillow. She had shifted since, and now hugged his cream-coloured blanket close to her chest. He had enjoyed the silence, allowing his mind to wander, but not too far, and his eyes had finally adjusted to the dim quarters he found himself in. 

The first sign of Aeris waking up had been her mumbling. Her words were so soft he couldn’t fully understand them, and he doubted they made much sense anyway. He wasn’t even entirely sure she was speaking English, the words were so jumbled and aborted. Then came her constant shifting around, evidently not wanting to wake up yet and make the most out of the few hours of quiet they had. He had noted the way the woman shifted delicately, and once or twice had quickly altered positions with a quick intake of breath. She had obviously done some damage to something at the cargo port earlier, probably when she fell down all those stairs, but he had already offered to help, what was he to do if she refused him? He continues watching silently, her suddenly-growing frustration at being awake reminding him of a certain someone he had tried his best not to think about.

Regardless of her efforts, admitting defeat, she quietly sat herself upright, back pressed against the wall behind her, blanket pulled over her shoulders and hair an unruly mess atop her head. Her eyes immediately snap towards him, and Obi-wan cannot help but feel as though he has been caught doing something he shouldn’t have despite just sitting idly, averting his gaze to land back on Leia’s sleeping form.

Peaceful silence turns into something a little tenser, though Obi-wan isn’t sure if he is just imagining it.

“’morn’n’.” An unfamiliar accent slips through as her hands drag through her hair and rub at her eyes, fingers tapping against a rudimentary communicator on her wrist, illuminating her face in a sickly orange. “We’ve got an hour and a half before we make land.”

Obi-wan hums quietly, nodding his head once. 

“Sleep well?” 

“Hmph,” Her shoulders raise in a mocking laugh. “Could do with another ten hours, but oh well.” She stands, slowly, stretching her arms even slower above her head. Obi-wan can see her hide a wince, even in the dim lighting. “Did you sleep at all?” She questions, sounding as if she heavily suspected otherwise. 

“Yes, I awoke about an hour ago. I didn’t move because I didn’t want to disturb Leia.” The girl still had a firm hand wrapped around the edge of his robes, despite him offering his blanket as a sacrifice instead.

He watches Aeris’ eyes turn down to the young girl, eyes catching the little light from the overhead bulbs and shining unnaturally. “From what she told me, she deserves the rest.”

A moments silence. 

“Thank you for braiding her hair.”

Aeris’ eyes slowly lift to him, waiting suspectingly. 

“She told me you braided it, I think it made her afternoon.” He truly meant that, having been thoroughly surprised when Leia had informed him after he had complimented the braid pattern. He couldn’t imagine how the conversation leading up to that had gone, a, by all means, terrifying bounty hunter sat delicately braiding a young girls hair. Truthfully, it had eased some of his doubts about the woman sleeping with two blasters across the room, and had been one of the reasons he had allowed himself to sleep - who would bother braiding a child’s hair just to kill them the next hour?

“She’s quite a character.” Aeris hums, hands buried into her trouser pockets as she slowly heads towards the cockpit, walking closer to the pair to reach the door. Obi-wan watches the movement carefully, finally noticing the smattering of bruises on each of Aeris’ toned arms now that her jacket had been discarded and she had wondered closer. The hues of purple and blue were far too developed to have been from earlier that day, and he regards her with concerned interest - despite her apparent humanity, he could not forget her profession, nor how she had so easily found them. 

“How old is she?” The question was innocent enough, but alarms immediately start blaring in Obi-wan’s head, eyes snapping up to Aeris’, fingers digging into his forearms beneath his robes. If he said her true age, she would know she was born the same year the Jedi Republic fell, and if he really wanted to ruin things, he could go a step further and say it was the exact date everything fell apart. No, Leia was ‘his’ child, and it would have to allow at least nine months after his exile, but that was equally as suspicious. Obi-wan knew what he looked like, and a heart-throb rebel who would have a one-night stand during the destruction of the galaxy was most definitely not his image.

Not to mention, Leia might have already let-slip her age, and with how she liked to chatter he wouldn’t have entirely been surprised. Of course, he could simply refuse to tell Aeris, or change the topic, but she was already suspicious enough about them, he could sacrifice this bit of harmless ‘information’. Deciding revealing her true age would do far more damage than being caught lying about it, already coming up with a counter-lie, he settles on a random number. “Eight.” He decides, deeming it close enough. Leia looked young for her age anyway. “Why?”

He was truly not enjoying the amount of lying he had had to do lately, particularly to a woman who looked like she always seemed to know what was exactly going on in his head.

“No particular reason,” She shrugs, rocking backward on her heels and resuming her trek towards the cockpit. “she’s just so well spoken, but couldn’t braid her hair.” She stares more pointedly at Leia’s hunched figure. “Not to mention she’s as tiny as a loth-cat. I couldn't wrap my head around how old she was.”

As Aeris disappears into the cockpit once again, Obi-wan sighs, head resting against the cool metal of the ship. Every conversation with Aeris felt like a miniature battlefield, and for once, he felt as though he had come away unscathed.

---

On the other side of the cockpit door, Aeris shakes her head with a cocky grin. Idiots, absolute idiots. The information of Leia’s age would be of no use whatsoever, but its reasoning had peaked her interest. Leia was 10, born the same year the galaxy fell to shit, and Obi-wan had purposefully lied about this. That could mean two things; Leia was not his daughter, which Aeris was so confident about she’d wager her ship on it, or that Leia’s age held some sort of significance, either to who she actually was, or someone connected to her. All could be true for all Aeris knew. She knew three things, stood in the small cockpit of the transport shuttle: Leia was ten and a half years old, Obi-wan Kenobi was not her father, and he did not want her to know that. Additionally, Darth Vader was chasing after him, but she couldn’t wrap her head around the relevance of those separate factors. For a moment, falling into the pilots seat, she fantasised about Obi-wan going on some wild goose-chase and kidnapping Darth Vader’s daughter, or perhaps some other high-ranking Empire officer, but that was pure fantasy. Leia spoke far too well and was far too kind to be related to any officer Aeris had ever had the misfortune of meeting, so who were her relations? More pressingly, why was she in the care of Obi-wan? And why was Vader so interesting in the retired Jedi?

She pauses for a minute, sinking lower into her chair. Force knows what goddamn Anakin Skywalker had to do with any of this. This was either the worst bout of unfortunate timing anyone in the galaxy had ever experienced for Obi-wan, or there was some connection here she didn’t have all the facts to realise. She rubs her eyes with her right hand, frowning as she attempts to rationalise the jumbled mess inside her head. She did not like this, she usually knew exactly what was happening with those around her, and yet Obi-wan had fallen into her lap with a great big question mark plastered across him. She usually revelled in these sorts of challenges, piecing information together like a puzzle before her very eyes, but with Obi-wan and the kind of ghosts he would carry, to not know the full picture was dangerous, and the gravity of that reality only grew the more information slipped through the cracks.

There was one thing she knew for certain; the sooner Obi-wan and the girl were out of her hands, the better. 

When she returned to her ship she’d find a way to access birth files from 10 years ago, just to satiate her curiosity. Now, however, she turns to the primitive and battered console in front of her, frown deepening as she attempts to assess the situation. The console before her was ancient, and that was a generous assessment of its capabilities, with nothing but a grainy navigation monitor with a dim blinking dot that jittered around the screen giving any indication their own ship even existed. Concluding the technical side of things were hopeless for ensuring their security, she stares pointedly out of the viewport in front of her, pressing her face as close to the glass as possible to see to her right and left. She saw nothing but an endless expanse of nothingness, with far off stars glimmering past rather sluggishly - this ship did not seem to move at light speed, more like a poor sputtering attempt at just reaching its destination within the day. Nothing seemed to be trailing the ship, at least nothing she could see from this incredibly limited viewing point. Taking solace in the fact there was only one blinking dot on the grainy monitor, she rests back in her seat, chewing on the inside of her lip.

Truthfully, she felt exhausted, but the steel floor seemed to have an uncanny ability at making her aware of all of the aches and pains that ailed her. Not to mention, Obi-wan’s presence had brought many memories she had tried to forget to the forefront of her mind; screams, blaster-fire and the dreadful sounds of lightsabers plaguing her night-terrors. It took an immense amount of restraint not to awake screaming and swinging her fists, and even more still to curb her temper when she had seen Obi-wan just sat idly, watching without a care in the world. There was a reason she stayed away from Jedi, aside from their near extinction, and with every passing hour she regretted her proximity to one more fiercely. 

She glances down at her communicator. She had an hour to kill, and desperately wanted to just sleep the time away, but it was just too unbearable on that floor. She hadn’t had a good nights restful sleep in a full week, her last period of prolonged sleep being drug-induced, and now she couldn’t even close her eyes without her worst memories playing out behind her eyelids. She kicks her feet up on the console, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She would take her chances in the chair. 

---

After 10 minutes of fitfully trying to sleep in the cockpit, Aeris returned to the main hull, barely sparing Obi-wan a glance as she resumed her position on the floor, opting instead to wear her jacket and use her blanket as a poor attempt at a mattress. She had been asleep for around 15 minutes, and Obi-wan had resumed his meditation, when the ship rocked wildly to the side and alarms started blaring. 

Aeris springs up immediately, cursing loudly and creatively as she sprints towards the cockpit. 

“What the-!” Obi-wan yells over the sirens, hanging onto a startled Leia with one arm and the netting behind him with the other to stop them hurtling to the other side of the hull as Aeris trips unceremoniously through the doorway to the cockpit as another blast rocks the ship.

Aeris hurtles through the doorway and slams into the centre console, cursing louder at the amount of red sensors blaring at her. The console was going mad, red and flickering with random buttons flashing at her angrily, and the shrill shrieking of the safety alarm splicing through her brain didn’t help the panic she was trying to control. Three dots on the navigation screen flicker wildly, one green, two red; just out of view of the viewport. She slams a hand down on the communications radio, waiting the few agonising seconds it took to connect to nearby frequencies and nearly hurtling back out through the cockpit doors as the ship jolts again. 

“This is the commander of transport vessel, call-sign Percheron, requesting communication and demanding ceasefire.”

The radio blusters angrily back at her and she repeats the sentence again, yelling over the emergency safety systems, hands gripping at the console to steady herself as Obi-wan appears in the doorway behind her.

“Percheron,” A horribly disfigured voice crackles through the radio. Aeris notices the familiar Empirical accent immediately and curses under her breath. Alarms blare and the console still screams furiously, but the ship finally stops its’ rocking. “you are in quadrant 15, sector 3. We demand reason of presence.”

“Transport vessel Percheron is delivering equal amounts of salt and ferro-crete, amounting a total of 30 tonnes to planet Mapuso, in assistance of mining shortages. Course for landing: Western Ship-port.” Aeris’ voice is tense, knuckles turning white with her grip on the console, drawing back on all her knowledge on current quadrant-related affairs to bluff her way through this interaction, snarky confidence carrying her through. “Requesting reasoning for our unannounced attack?”  

“Non-compliance of questionin---.” Splutters back, the radio crackling and fading. She smacks it harshly with her fist, turning to glare at Obi-wan as soon as he tries to advise against doing that. 

“Apologies.” She grits out through clenched teeth, finally beginning to regain her breath from her panicked awakening. “I was re-securing goods at the back of the hull.”

“Transport vessel Perch-- has no identification --umber on --systems. No --- shipment to Ma---- ---- -----er.”

“Fuck.” She breathes, smacking the communicator once again. Her hands begin flying over the console, readying the ship to hurtle full-throttle away from the two presumably (from her own experiences) delta-class T-shuttles. 

“Percheron requesting repeat. Line is faulty.”

She beckons Obi-wan with a free hand, as the same message crackles through the radio. “Secure Leia, and hang on to something, tie yourself into the fucking netting if you have to.” 

“There must be a way to-” 

“They’ve hit us four times already. You want to take that chance?” She motions him away harshly, and his hurried footsteps soon follow. 

“Percheron delivering emergency shipment. Identification number KS-4291.” She lies plainly through her teeth, buying time more than anything else as throws her backpack off of the pilots chair, sitting stiffly, one hand clenched around the throttle and the other continuing to fly across the console, attempting to quieten the blasting sirens and lights that still blared. There was no seatbelt, she realises with a huff, fantastic.

“Fuck this.” She mutters to herself, palms slick with sweat and heart jack-hammering out of her chest as the radio crackles. She was in a fucking transport vessel, and a shit one at that. They were going to die. 

“Insufficient ----. --- traced to --- Daiy---.” 

“Percheron willing to re-route until permission granted.” She hurries out, beginning to feed the engines, free hand now coming to rest on the steering-control. 

“Negative. ----- insufficient. ---.” The radio completely fails, and she immediately turns it off. Even though the entire communication hadn’t come through, the message was clear: they would not be allowed to leave the quadrant. A blast permeates the sirens of the ship as she forces the ship forward, ignoring its wild rocking or the sounds of shrieking metal, forcing the throttle and sending the ship hurtling past the two T-shuttles, jolting in her chair as the ship finally picks up speed. 

Sirens fall upon deaf ears as Aeris yanks at the steering, weaving between debris and dodging blasts from the two trailing fighters. She forces the ship down, its mechanics groaning in protest as she quickly yanks the steering upright, flipping sideways and speeding towards the closest planet - a sad brown looking thing. She had no weapons, no come-back for the two shuttle’s on her tail, the best thing she could do was hide. Her panic spikes through the roof as the planet approaches, every muscle and fibre tense and a sinking feeling lengthening the pit in her stomach. How was she to win with no weapons?

“What’s going on?” Obi-wan tumbles through the doorway as Aeris changes direction again, nearly falling from her seat as the ship is forced parallel. Four bolts fly past her viewport, crackling wildly.

“Fucking, sit down!” She yells, swerving again and bracing for breaking the planet’s atmosphere. Obi-wan’s hands land on either side of her headrest, nearly thrown over the top of the chair as they enter the planet’s atmosphere. 

“There’s no co-pilot seat!” He argues, as if that meant anything to her at the moment. 

“No shit, it’s a transport vessel. Not a fighter!” She curses loudly, pushing the throttle further as a bolt clips the side of the ship, spinning them away from two other blast. She could barely hear herself over her own heart, and the constant frantic cursing in her own mind. “No defences, no shields, no weapons, no co-pilot!” 

She glares at the approaching planet, forcing the ship as fast as its tired engines would allow. She doesn’t have time to think of her morality as she readies the ship for a suicide mission, teeth sunken into her cheek and brows furrowed harshly as she sits up straight in her chair, feet braced against the floor to keep her steady and legs tense and aching with anticipation.

“What can I do?” Obi-wan calls, crouching next to her seat and hanging onto an armrest. It is only then that he realises with horror that they are in a steep nose-dive, heading straight towards the rapidly approaching trees before them, his eyes widen, panic stricken and convinced he was watching his own death fast-approach. He offers uselessly: “What’re you doing? We need to lose them.”

“Oh, really?!” She snarks, falling silent as she plummets into the tree-line, ship parallel to weave between the biggest and most damaging fauna. The ship groans dangerously as she plummets the throttle, engines working desperately to decrease their speed. Quadrant 15 had one advantage of being chased in; most planets cultivated massive fauna which a skilled enough pilot could slip between, less skilled pilots would struggle to keep up.

“Pull up! We’ll crash!” Obi-wan yells, watching in horror as trees with trunks the width of a landspeeder blur past. 

More red bolts fly past their vision, careening trees into their path. Aeris curses, having hoped the other pilots would have been too scared to follow, using both hands to grapple the steering-control to force the ship into a steep right-turn to avoid a falling charred tree. The controls were all backwards now that she had forced the ship onto its left side; right was up, up was left and left was a death sentence down into the planet just 10 feet below. She wracks her brain uselessly, eyes flickering about the viewport incessantly, steering between trees with barely a hairs-breadth to spare. She turns left and left again, doing anything possible to throw the shuttle’s off her scent, but they always reappeared with a crash through the brush and red bolts sizzling past her viewport. 

“Are you planning to kill us?” Obi-wan calls again, a hand hovering over her shoulder, but not daring to shake her from her concentration. “This isn’t flying, this is suicide.”

Their transport vessel was sluggish and chunky, built for slow drawling missions rather than high-speed chases, and it was only because of the miracle of the forrest and her reckless flying that had managed to slow the T-shuttles down enough to allow them to survive so long. Whilever she routed a path between the foliage, the T-shuttles would stay on their tail, pilots skilled enough to follow but not to lead. But leaving the safety of the trees had its own risks. She needed to force the pilots to think for themselves, and that meant getting out of these trees before they could realise what had happened.

“I’m going to do something mad.” She states tensely, sounding far too confident despite the prayer she was reciting in her head. One hand falls back onto the throttle, the other gripping the steering so hard it looked painful. She had to force enough speed to not only turn right (go up), but to completely flip the ship on its axis to remain out of harms way.

“Isn’t this already mad?!” Obi-wan calls, taking the hint and scrambling backwards, winding his wrists in a bit of netting at the right-wall of the cockpit.

Without warning, Aeris forces the throttle down again, maxing the engines and causing the ship to roar angrily. She slams back into her chair, both hands wrenching the steering as far to the right as it would allow, spinning the ship up and out of the foliage, completely flipped upside down, with the trees now scraping the ceiling beneath her head. She doesn’t breath, allowing the ship to travel upside down for a moment, mind whirling and eyes struggling to understand the upside-down image of the world through the viewport, the sky below and the trees above her. If she could hear a thing, she would have noticed Leia’s screaming, or Obi-wan’s calls of ‘madness’, but the sound of blood pumping through her ears and her own frazzled mind drowned out all other senses. She spins the ship again with white knuckles and an aching jaw, forcing it back to its correct axis, and watching dizzyingly as the sky returns to its place above her head, the trees now clipping the bottom of the ship. An explosion ricochets behind her, a pilot already slamming head-first into a tree now that they couldn’t follow her path, and she grins whole-heartedly: it had worked, they weren’t dead.

Not a humble woman; that was some fucking good flying. 

“Ha!” She shouts joyfully, the amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins making her feel sick. She raises the ship higher, clear of the forrest below and cruising at a less dangerous height, she ignored the wailing of the controls, pushed and damaged beyond repair; they were alive, that’s all that mattered. Obi-wan, pale-faced and slightly green-looking, unropes his wrist from the netting, a red streak left behind as he approaches the pilot’s chair, breathing deeply.

“That was-” Words fail him. He couldn’t believe he was alive, and he wasn’t even sure he fully understood just how the ship had flipped so suddenly in such a way, an old transport shuttle no less. Aeris didn’t seem to notice his panic, utterly elated she had succeeded in such a feat. “That was some horrendous flying.”

“You’re welcome.” 

Realising he had left Leia strapped down in the hull, Obi-wan turns hurriedly, calling her name. He only makes it to the door by the time the second T-shuttle emerges from the foliage below them, blasters pointed straight at the engines of the transporter. Aeris immediately tries to guide the ship out of the shuttle’s way, eyes wide and all muscles in her body tense, but the engines are damaged and slow. The ship begins to turn, fruitlessly, and Obi-wan only makes it one step into the main hull when two bolts make contact with the engine.

A fierce explosion rocks the ship, and it immediately plummets, sirens wailing and Leia screaming as Aeris desperately attempts to pull the steering up, deadening the engines to slow their rapid decent. The last thing Aeris sees is the tree-line whipping past, branches smacking against the shattered viewport, and the ground coming up to meet her in a mocking crescendo.

[katelynnwrites]

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

warnings: mentions of blood and injury as well as canonical type violence

word count: 518

summary: Anakin refuses to believe that you won’t ever wake up again after you get injured

A/N: this fic is dedicated to my darling copikla hedgehog, Daisy who passed away this morning. say hello to the sun and stars for me. i love you forever my little angel, thank you for fighting as long as you did.

Febuwhump Prompt: ‘Coma’ (Alt 3)

‘Hey love. It’s me again.’

Anakin paused, taking in your form. You were lying in the crisp white sheets that all the beds in the medcenter had. Your eyes were closed and you looked so peaceful. If he didn’t know better, he would have assumed that you were only taking a nap. That you would be able to wake up at any moment when the truth was that he didn’t know if you would ever wake up again.

The doctors had tried everything after you had been injured in a battle against the Separatists. You had been in the thick of the battle and happened to be caught in the range of an explosion that had thrown you back. The subsequent head injury and burns that you had sustained had you immediately brought back to the medcenter on Coruscant.

At first they had been optimistic that you would regain consciousness after your bacta treatments. Your injuries had been healed physically but then rotation after rotation had passed and you showed no sign of waking up. Eventually they assumed that the head injury had been so traumatic that your brain had essentially shut down and there was no telling if it would ever become active once again.

Even then, Anakin kept hoping that one day you would open your eyes again. Open your eyes and come back to him. Whenever he could, in between missions and battles, he would come to visit you.

Each time, he’d tell you of his missions and how much he missed you. He’d tell you how much he loves you and beg for you to wake up. He would spend hours by the side of your bed, just waiting for you to give any indication that you had heard him. That you were still somewhere in your body. That you were still fighting to come back to him.

Both Rex and Obi Wan had watched him hold onto his hope. And due to the extended amount of time that had passed, they both knew that it was unlikely that you would ever wake up. Obi Wan had once mentioned this to Anakin and he had immediately become upset, stubbornly insisting that he was wrong. Still, they knew that it was only a matter of time before Anakin got hurt and they worried if he would ever recover.

******

The sun was setting outside and the night lights of Coruscant were beginning to show when Anakin finished telling you of how proud he was of his padawan who had helped free a colony of Togruta from enslavement with the help of some Jedi younglings on her recent mission.

He glanced back at you, hoping against hope that you showed some sign of listening to him.

With a heavy heart, he continued telling of the things he had done since he last saw you despite the lack of change in you. Your eyes were still closed, your expression serene as he squeezed your hand tightly. Other than the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed steadily, you gave no other indication that you were alive.

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[ladyxskywalker]

February 2022, pt. 1

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, March 2022 coming soon ! ✨

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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Hands Like Home by @forcemeanakin (jedi!gn!reader)

✨️ Armitage Hux

Drapetomania by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader) **

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

Beskar Clad by @clydesducktape (twi’lek!gn!reader) **

Dinek (series) by @clydesducktape (tbobf) (twi’lek!f!reader)

Missed You A little, Missed You A lot (pt. 1) (pt. 2) by @thefact0rygirl (tbobf) (vet!gn!reader)

Mysterious Man (pt. 4) (series) ; pt. 5 ; & Valentine's Day Surprise by @aerynwrites (mob boss!boba) (f!reader) **

You Are Beautiful by @dreamlandcreations (tbobf) (gn!reader)

✨ Cobb Vanth

Your Eyes, My Skin by @floraandfrost (din djarin x cobb vanth) **

✨ Din Djarin

A Bold Proposition by @flightlessangelwings (din x f!reader x cobb vanth) **

Bacta Bonding by @absurdthirst (tbobf) (f!reader) **

Burning Hour (series) by @juletheghoul (knight!din) (princess!f!reader) **

Cottagecore Din (series) by @flora-screeches (f!reader) **

Darkroom Din (series) by @honestly-shite (photographer!din) (f!reader) **

Death by Chocolate by @skvatnavle (valentine’s day) (modern au) (gn!reader)

Grogu’s Teacher; pt. 2 by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Hard Candy by @ezrasbirdie (sex pollen) (bodyguard!din) (f!reader) **

Inner Circle by @againstacecilia (bar, alcohol) (modern au) (f!reader) **

It Reminded Me of You by @triptuckers (tw:blood, injuries) (gn!reader)

Keep Going by @a-reader-and-a-writer (whump) (tw:pain, death) (gn!reader)

‘Kissing Din Djarin’ by @rosethornxs (gn!reader)

Reunion by @letterfromvienna (tbobf) (f!reader) **

Safe and Secure by @flightless-angelwings (afab!reader) **

Shah-tezh and Keldabe Kisses by @pettyprocrastination (mandalor!din) (fake consort!reader)

Sensitive by @lightsinthedistancee (tbobf) (gn!reader)

Serve Your Queen by @toomanystoriessolittletime (madalor!din) (queen!mando!f!reader) **

Simple and Clean by @writeforfandoms (soulmate au) (gn!reader)

Slope by @clydesducktape (a/b/o) (alpha!din) (omega!gn!reader) **

Supernova by @ezrasbirdie (daddy kink) (f!reader) **

The Boss by @autumnleaves1991-blog (modern au) (f!reader) **

The Devotion of A Jedi by Sadie1902 (ao3) (tbobf) (din djarin x luke skywalker)

The Return of the Mandalorian by @absurdthirst co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers (tbobf) (f!reader) **

Three Little Words by @saradika (f!reader) **

prompt – ‘Tough Day…’ by @againstacecilia (gn!reader) **

Weakness by @flightless-angelwings (afab!reader) **

Where Others Gave You Scars ; pt. 2 by @ezrasbirdie (tbobf) (plus size!f!reader) **

Wizard by @letterfromvienna (tbobf) (gn!reader) **

✨ Grogu

Grogu’s Choice by @wisechaosglitter (tbobf)

✨ Kylo Ren

Langue (Manger le Grossier) (series) by @clydesducktape (hannibal au) (gn!reader) **

Namestealer by @themuseic (myth/fantasy au) (ben solo, kylo ren, snoke)

Of Football and Half Time Distractions by Zoa (ao3) (modern au) (ben solo x rey) **

✨ Luke Skywalker

A Lie You Tell Yourself by @tsaomengde (luke & grogu) (tbobf)

I Made This For You by @triptuckers (gn!reader)

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

‘Affections’ by @profkenobi (f!reader) **

Anywhere But Here by calmersky (ao3) (ofc) **

Does Not Suffice by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

Guilt, pt. 2 by @hellotherekenobi (f!reader)

I Noticed by @triptuckers (gn!reader)

So Much Like His Father by @star-whores-a-new-hoe (obi wan, baby luke) (gn!reader)

Too Old For This Sort of Thing by @spotchka (valentine’s day) (commander cody x obi wan)

prompt – ‘I’m so proud of you’ by @andsheloved (gn!reader)

Uhtceare by @amidalaraan (f!reader)

✨ Paz Vizsla

A Little Piece of Heaven (series) by @maybege (biker!paz) (teacher!f!reader) **

Slow Hands by @corrupt-fvcker (afab!reader)

Sunday Morning by @corrupt-fvcker (f!reader)

✨ Poe Dameron

Do It Yourself by @the-little-ewok (gn!reader)

Dream Come True by @anaaaispunk (prince!poe, handmaiden!f!reader) (pregnancy) **

No More Wasted Time ; pt. 2 by @againstacecilia (f!reader) **

Priority Request by @writercole (gn!reader)

There’s Enough Room for Both of Us by @triptuckers (gn!reader)

The Son of Shara by @mariesackler (gn!reader)

Until the Stars Burn Out by @againstacecilia (gn!reader)

Working Up the Courage by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader)

Dank Farrik Prompt Game – ‘starfighter’ & ‘proud’ by @justrunamok (poe, kess dameron)

✨ TBB Clonetrooper Tech

Rain by @studioramekin (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Bodhi Rook

Blooming by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Relief in Winter by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Taking Care by @uwingdispatch (hospital setting) (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Moments of Peace by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

✨ Cassian Andor

This Heart and Yours by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Nights Spent Tender by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

prompt – on a mission together but can’t stand each other by @youhavemysaber (gn!reader)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

BFF Benny, Hot Ones; Crush (Universe) by @rayslittlekitten (gn!reader)

Frustration by @anaaaispunk (f!reader) **

It Takes Two (series) by @cowboystokes (marry me au) (black!f!reader)

Nebula Blue by @ayrusss (bar, alcohol) (f!reader)

Simple Delights by @artemiseamoon (neighbor au) (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Charmed by @clydesducktape (valentine’s day) (magical!baker au) (gn!reader)

Deal of the Day by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader)

Down Payment (series) by @jedi-mando (ofc) **

First Look by @theewokingdead (wedding day) (tw:marriage, children) (f!reader)

Frankie Morales Masterlist by @clydesducktape

Nothing, & Everything by @hopeamarsu (frankie x benny)

Second Chances by @marvelousmermaid (tw:mental health, grief) (gn!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Once More With Feelings by @writefightandflightclub (f!reader)

Under Covers ; pt. 2 by @youvebeenlivingfictional (gn!reader) **

prompt – ‘pressing a kiss onto the other’s hair’ & ‘playing with the other’s fingers’ by @dailyreverie (gn!reader)

✨ Will Ironhead Miller

Exactly What I Needed by @artemiseamoon (black!f!reader)

In The Pale Moonlight (pt. 2) by @hopeamarsu (poly relationship) (will x f!reader x frankie)

Spring (Pioneer Will universe) by @frannyzooey (pioneer!will) (f!reader) (tw: pregnancy, children) **

Super Bowls, Beers & Fears by @dailydragon08 (super bowl party au) (gn!reader)

Wanna Be (series) by @rayslittlekitten (f!reader)

✨ Triple Frontier Guys

https://artemiseamoon.tumblr.com/post/670403843202367488/tf-boys-x-f-reader-curvy-to-plus-short

The Firehouse by @artemiseamoon (firefighter au) (curvy, plus size, short!f!reader) **

[fic recs continued over on pt. 2 !]

[hellowkatey]

~*favorite fics*~

Aw thanks for the tag @pseudonymooseao3 <3 

Rules: List 3 of your favorite fics, written by yourself, and tag your favorite fic writers!

1. This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi: [gen] While on a mission in an abandoned Jedi Temple, Padawan Obi-Wan happens across a piece of the future with an ominous message. This fic combines so many tropes that I enjoy when reading fics-- time travel, Obi-Whump, force shenanigans, visions, slight Qui-Gon slander (and redemption), and sick-fic-- so of course, this is one of my favorites.

2. Drunken Obi-Wan Kenobi: a Field Observation: [gen] The premise of reminiscent to the How I Met your Mother episode where they give Marshall and Barney different drink combos to try and get them to make up from a fight. Basically, Rex and Anakin have kept track of the different sides of Drunk Obi-Wan depending on what drink he’s on, and they are curious what could possibly be next. This was so fun to write and largely inspired by a Ewan McGregor singing video binge. 

3. The Republic Spies and Jedi Guys Series: [Obi-Wan x reader/OC] Maybe this is cheating, but my third is actually two fics, but it’s the same story written in two different perspectives so I’m deciding it counts. This was my first major undertaking as a fic writer-- I went from my longest work being 8k words to writing 88k for both of these combined. The first (Trusting the Process) is an OC/reader insert written entirely in second person (and without the use of [y/n], which I was proud of being able to pull off). The second in the series (Pulling at Loose Threads) is entirely from Obi-Wan’s point of view. This series is on my favorites just because it was my first major fic and I have a soft spot for it.

Here’s some tags for writers who have fics that are for sure on my favorites list-- join in on the self-love if you feel like it! @stolen-pen-name23 @the13thbattalion  @calltomuster @giggles-and-freckles