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Day Five: Survivor
Insp // poem
Febwhump 2026
Day Five: Survivor
I am posting a day late, so double Febwhumps today.
Fandom: Star Wars
Character: Princess Leia Organa
(Signature is my SW art insta. I’ll probably post my art there later as a collection).
Been trying to do more of a painting/sculpting(?) method with no sketch or lineart.
Febwhump Day 5 - Not Trusting Reality
A/N: Keiko can only watch as her husband learns to re-trust the familiar environment of the station. A short piece set during ‘Hard Time’.
Julian had said it would take time, but part of her had hoped it wouldn’t.
Miles was a strong man, after all, but even Keiko underestimated just how much he’d been through. The fact that he had broken down into a sobbing fit upon seeing her at the Defiant’s docking port was proof enough that something was seriously wrong.
“But he never actually went to prison!” She snapped at Julian, pacing around the infirmary in a fit of blameless rage. “D-Did they change his personality? I-Is he an imposter?!”
“He is still the same Miles O’Brien that left this station a week ago,” Julian reiterated calmly. “But he has been through a traumatic experience that was forced upon him by implanting false memories-”
“Then why can’t you just remove those memories?!” Keiko begged tearfully.
For a split second, she thought Julian was going to crumble like she had. Instead, he took a long, shuddering breath and blinked furiously. “I can’t, Keiko. I wish I could, but I can’t. To do that would remove all of his memories; it would erase the man you love. He has to learn to live with them now.”
“How am I supposed to live with this though?!” Keiko’d blurted out. She couldn’t stop the flurry of sobs that began escaping her. “H-He yelled at Molly last night, for God’s sake! And you’re telling me there is NOTHING you can do about it?!”
There was nothing any of them could do.
Nothing, except to wait.
She’d returned to her quarters after spending an hour crying on Julian’s shoulder, unsure of what she’d find upon her return. Every time she saw him now, she had no idea what she’d see.
Despite it being only 1900 hours, she wasn’t surprised to see Miles curled up next to their bed, still dressed in his sweaty uniform from the day’s work.
And yet yesterday, he’d remembered to change into his pyjamas first.
Some days his eyes seemed to carry the burden of the world. Other days he seemed almost normal again.
The back and forth between the two was jarring at the best of times.
Watching his form toss and turn on the floor next to their bed had sometimes been enough to leave her lying in a puddle of silent tears. She longed for the day when he would actually stay in between the sheets, rather than crawling onto the floor during the night.
For when he could look at her without a degree of suspicion in the back of his mind.
For when he wasn’t expressing seriously alarming signs of suicidal intent.
For now though, she gently lay an extra blanket over him and made her way into bed, praying that the following morning would be a better day.
Day 5: “Let me see” (Hyrule)
“Hyrule.”
The voice reached him as if from a great distance. Familiar, but with a tone to it he wasn’t used to hearing.
“Hyrule, come on.”
Fear. That was fear.
“You’re not s’posed to sound afraid,” Hyrule slurred.
“Well, you’re scaring me, buddy.”
“Why?”
“You’re bleeding.”
Bleeding. Bleeding was bad. Bleeding meant he had to hide, to not let anyone find him. He clearly hadn’t done that very well, since someone was speaking to him now. “M’not bleeding,” Hyrule argued.
The voice went silent for a long, long moment. Then it came again. Closer, quieter.
“Hyrule, please. Let me see.”
DAY 5: NOT TRUSTING REALITY
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: T
Warnings: grief, violence, mental distress, major character death.
Both of the ships had crashed but somehow Anakin was all right. He checked on Ahsoka through the Force, and when he made sure she was just unconscious but not hurt, he started the haunt.
The fogg welcomed him.
Still, he knew the man who had killed his Master was out there.He could feel how he and Cade Bane moved with caution, ready for the fight.
Well, he had been waiting for that fight since he saw the lifeless body of his master.
He felt Hardeen only a feets away from him.
He attacked.
He hit his body.
Soon, they were both on the floor, fighting and punching each other, but at least Hardeen’s gun flew out of his hand. He was unarmed.
Anakin kicked him in the stomach to get rid of him.
- You’re going to pay for what you did- he promised.
- You shouldn’ have gotten involved- the other growled. But that only made Anakin more angry. Obi-Wan’s death will be avenged, of course he had gotten involved.
With the advantage of his anger, he slammed him easily against a rock wall. He had him at his mercy, and he will show none.
-This is for Obi-Wan Kenobi- he threatened as he ignited his lightsaber, ready to strike, eager to do so.
But without a warning, Cad Bane was there. A cable coiled up his torso, trapping his arms as well, and he was dragged away from Rako Hardeen, unable to move.
“I should have seen that coming, but I was too angry…”
He knew that was something Obi-Wan had always scolded him about.
The void his loss had created on him only grew bigger, as well as his determination.
He freed himself from the cable at the same time that Bane started firing at him. He stopped the shots with his lightsaber, but it was distracting him from his true purpose.
“I’m tired of this”
He deflected a shot, directing it towards his leg. He didn’t even wait to see if it had worked, he ran as a pained scream echoed behind him.
He ran, but Hardeen was waiting for him.
He moved faster than Anakin expected, and kicked the sword out of his hand. Without giving him time to react, he moved behind him, putting an arm on his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe
- Anakin, don’t follow me- he whispered to his ear. That voice…
- ¡No!- He fighted back, kicking Hardeens knee out of its place. He shouted and Anakin moved, drawing his saber to his hand with the Force. They were now face to face. Hardeen was trying to hide his pain but Anakin could feel he was suffering. Good.
-What are you? - he asked, trying to banish the confusion from his mind and focus on the anger that had been pushing him to keep going for days, like a fuel.
He couldn’t be just a normal bounty hunter. He had moved too fast, and the trick with the voice… He had killed the mighty Obi-Wan Kenobi, after all, he thought, bitterly.
-Anakin, it's me - he said, whispering. - You have to trust me, stop following us.
-¡No! ¡Stop your mind tricks! They won't work with me- he roared.
Blinded by his anger, he started thrusting at him, but somehow, Hardeen always stepped aside before he could strike him.
“Maybe I did fainted after the crash”
-Anakin…
-¡NO! ¡SHUT UP!
He kept trying, without thinking, just wanting to cause him pain, to make him suffer like he was suffering, but he never even touched him.
His head was pounding.
How could he be so fast?
This had to be a dream, Obi-Wan was dead and he had killed his Master. This was all a trick, or a dream, and he had to kill Rako for it to come to an end.
He didn't know how, but he had stopped attacking him at some point, so now they were face to face again. Anakin wan panting.
-Anakin, calm down. It's me, it's Obi-Wan
- ¡No, you KILLED Obi-Wan, so you will DIE!
It was Anakin's turn to be faster, deadlier.
His saber went through Hardeen’s chest before none of them could think.
Rako Hardeen’s eyes were wide open, but when he looked, Anakin saw two sad, blue eyes he did know very well.
-No. It cannot be.
But no illusion could have casted a look so sad and betrayed as that one. A look so similar to Obi-Wan’s
And Anakin realized it all had been real.
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