Reprieve

Reprieve

Notes: Bodhi Rook/Reader, gender neutral reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, mild hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader, domestic fluff

**CW: **implied suicidality, depression/seasonal depression, chronic illness, canon-tyoical war war injuries, chronic pain, anxiety/PTSD, implied sexual intimacy

Ao3 Link

★★★★★★★★

The wind is howling through the trees in your back yard when you wake, a few branches scraping against the transparisteel of your bedroom window. Immediately you realize that you’ve slept past noon, as you often do on overcast days like this, the gloom of winter hindering your ability to keep time. And the house is so quiet, other than the wind and the trees. When you coax yourself out of bed, you see that it’s snowing, the white beginning to cover the Chandrilan ground.

Bodhi should be home, but he’s not. You try his comms, and there’s no answer. When your support droid Cilvie comes in from the garage, she tells you that she thought your husband and his droid were headed for the shop when they left early this morning. But when you call the shop you only reach Pao, who tells you he hasn’t heard from Bodhi but that he’d been talking a lot about the recent string of groundquakes on Jedha.

When it came to Jedha, you always let Bodhi come to you. Let him wait and tell you if he needed to talk. Maybe you’d been doing it wrong. Because in that moment you know exactly what Bodhi is doing and you’re terrified.

“Cilvie,” you say, “tell me you can find Red.”

Apparently Pao has the same idea, because it’s not long after the little C1-unit begins her search that the Drabatan calls you and says that he’s been able to place Bodhi and his droid just outside of Chandrila’s orbit. He offers to close the shop and come over while you figure out what’s going on, but you decline. There’s nothing he can do for you right now.

Cilvie chirps low: not good.

“No,” you say. “It’s not. How long before you can you contact Red?”

Cilvie beeps and whirrs: thirty-eight seconds

“Tell him to come home. To bring Bodhi home to me.”

You husband comes through the door two hours later wearing a hoodie over the t-shirt he slept in last night somehow stained with grease. No gloves, no jacket, his hair messy and wet from the snow. Your instinct is to run into his arms. To wrap him in a warm blanket and pour him a hot cup of tea. But you’re also so angry. And so, so lost. Red beeps and chirps an apology before rolling back to his charging port. Cilvie grumbles and follows him, leaving you and Bodhi in the kitchen alone.

“How could you not tell me?” Tears hit your cheeks, hot. “You were just going to leave?”

“Love, I could never. Not like that. Not at all.”

“What were you doing, then? Rushing off-planet while I was sleeping, turning off your comms, heading straight for a moon that’s actively imploding?”

“But I didn’t leave,” Bodhi says, reaching to brush away your tears. When you pull away, he softly takes your elbow in his hand. And you let him, your eyes closing to blink back more tears as he caresses your elbow with his thumb. “I was already turning the ship around when Red gave me your message.”

“Kriff, Bodhi, your comms were off! Not out of range, not jammed—off.” You try to take a breath, but your heart is racing. “This is so unlike you and I don’t know what to do.”  You choke the words out and then start to sob.

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all of your wonderful fics always make me feel comforted & loved. they are often the stories I turn to when I need them most. thank you for pouring your heart into all of the words, for touching upon difficult subjects having to do with carrying invisible scars, & for always making their endings (& new beginnings) hopeful with a message that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. 💜 xo

Bitter Rain (Bodhi Rook X F!Reader)

“What happened to your face?” you ask over that first meal (lunch? dinner? you aren’t sure), gesturing at his temple. He puts a hand to the strange circular scars, brow furrowed like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about; it takes a full ten seconds for understanding to click behind his eyes. 

“Oh,” he says, half swallowing the word, and you guess torture and flip your fork around in your hand, changing the grip from utensil to weapon. “When I first defected…” 

“Rebels did that to you?”

Bitter Rain (AO3 link)

AWKWARD OVERSHARE: I started this on Tuesday. My father died on Wednesday. I barely know what planet I live on anymore, but I poured a lot of emotion into these words.

Tagging some folks I think might be interested: @princessxkenobi @uwingdispatch @oh-nostalgiia

all of this felt soothing, and warm, and so endlessly beautiful 💙

going to leave kudos over on ao3 also, amazing fics always 💐 xo

Bodhi doodles

I will reblog this piece into infinity. Bodhi art makes me so happy.

Protective captain Cassian Andor.

Masterlist

Collections

Kinktober 2021 (Fem! and GN!Reader)

Cassian Andor 

Fragile Precious Things* (Fem!Reader) 18+

Syrup & Honey* (Fem!Reader) 18+ 

C*cksucker (GN!Reader) 18+ 

Requests:

Not a Dream (Fem!Twilek Reader) 18+

Duty V Desire (drug use) (GN!Reader)

The Mating Dance of the Socially Anxious Pt 1-3 Pt 4 (Fem!Reader, Bodhi’s sister)

Safe (GN!Reader)

Jyn Erso

Hard to Like* (intended as Fem!Reader, can be read as any gender) 18+ 

Requests: 

Tonight, We Live (Fem!Reader)

Priorities (Fem!Reader) (snakes)

A Sanctuary, Safe and Strong (GN!Reader)

Cassian Andor X Jyn Erso X Reader

Closer to Blue* (GN!Reader, suicidal thoughts, self-harm)

Requests:

Dancing On My Own (Fem!Reader) 18+

Cassian Andor X Jyn Erso X Bodhi Rook X OFC

The Bridge Between the Stars* (multi-chapter WIP)

Masterlist

Bodhi Rook

Relief in Winter Taking Care Moments of Peace Blooming These Gentle Hands Steady Hearts Warmhearted How Generous the Stars Every Embrace

Cassian Andor

Nights Spent Tender This Heart and Yours Crashing The Solace of Touch Take a Deep Breath Our Peace How to Surrender Unfaltering Everything, Always

Baze Malbus

Softer Still With Grace Tender Calm Healing

Poe Dameron

How We Fall A Soft Touch Here With Me

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Every Embrace

Every Embrace

★★★★★★★★

You don’t know many people who wear glasses. Most beings on Chandrila and other developed worlds undergo a simple surgery to correct their vision. But Bodhi—he had a particularly unpleasant experience with the Imperial surgeon who’d worked on his eyes at the academy, and he has no intention of ever having that kind of surgery again. Which means the goggles he wears for other mechanical work aren’t just a safety precaution—they now have prescription lenses. And if he needs to read anything, whether it’s his data pad or a cereal box, he needs glasses.

At the moment, Bodhi is frantically going through every drawer in the house. “Love,” he asks, “are you sure you didn’t move them?”

“I never touch your glasses,” you say. “Because of exactly this.”

He sighs. “I could have sworn I left them on the table in the living room.”

It occurs to you that Bodhi fell asleep reading on the sofa last night and had to be coaxed to get up and come to bed. After lifting a few cushions, you find not one but two pairs of specs in the sofa. You call his name and hold your findings up in front of you.

His smile brightens his whole face. “I was starting to feel a bit mad,” he says. “Where were they?”

“Couch cushions.”

Bodhi takes the lenses from you, puts one pair on the kitchen counter and one on his head, like he used to wear those welding goggles back during the war. You know based on your own experience with eye health, and the eye health of many of your peers, that one of these days your partner is going to find himself needing corrective lenses for more than just reading. As you watch him return to his task, hunched over the recipe he’d been trying to read, those glasses ever so slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose—you can’t help but think how handsome he looks.

“Good,” he says. “I added a few things to the grocery list, and I’ve sent it to Cilvie in case you two want to do that tomorrow.”

“Bodhi—”

“It’s fine if you don’t. I can take care of it after work.”

“We can probably go to the store tomorrow. But I need you to sit down. You haven’t stopped moving since you got home.”

Bodhi sighs, running a hand through his long, dark hair. “I’ve been trying not to think about it,” he says. “I just feel like…maybe I’m forgetting again.”

Every fiber of your being wants to run to him, but you know he needs to come to you. With his memory—he doesn’t talk about it if he doesn’t want to and you know not to pry.

So you sit on the couch, take a deep breath, close your eyes. And when you open them, he’s there, next to you. He wraps his arms around you, his big hands gentle and warm. He slides his glasses to the top of his head again, pushing back his hair.

“You always figure me out,” he says. “But please don’t panic on my behalf.”

“Are you actually comforting me right now, Bo?” you ask. “When you’re clearly struggling?”

“No one calls me that but you,” he says. “Not since I was small.” He stares straight ahead for a moment, something in his eyes tells you he’s not entirely here with you.

“Bo,” you say, “come back to me.”

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so perfect, so beautiful always, I love these stories so much, thank you for writing them. 👋😭💜

I can't even begin to tell you how much comfort these fics always bring to my days when I really need it. warm hugs from me to you. ✨️

leaving some favorite parts below !

You have outdone yourself! I love Bodhi's confidence here, how the reader is able to pull him over those few moments where he slips and bring him back to that confidence.

I loved thinking about Bodhi and his leather jacket, having started a sleeve of tattoos, wondering where that sleeve might be going.

And then the ending! Throwing “flyboy” in there which just put me right in that space, Bodhi being so incredibly cheeky with the reader...I was not prepared and I sure hope you write a sequel. ;)

I know we've already talked about this, but I just want to thank you again here for brightening my day 🌼 I am so happy you loved this story. This was probably one of my favorites that I've written so far. Thank you for our comforting chats ! & also just for being so cool. 💛💫

I'm thinking that there should definitely be some kind of sequel ! one plot based & maybe an indulgent one 👀 !

thank you also to @miraclesabound & @trickstersp8 for reading & sharing 💌 all the love always xo A

he's the pilot!

I love this so much! If someone went through the WBW and plucked Bodhi out so he could have this Rebel Alliance fighter pilot story I would not complain even a little bit.

Bodhi <3

Reblogs are appreciated <3

Bodhi <3

Reblogs are appreciated <3

I will always reblog Bodhi art. I love this man so much.

How Generous the Stars

How Generous the Stars

★★★★★★★★

Usually Bodhi insists you stay comfortable at home when he comes in from off-planet—he knows it can be a struggle getting into this part of the city, and that the crowds here can be overwhelming with so many beings coming and going from Chandrila. But today, meeting him here at the spaceport feels urgent.

So you’re in one of the lounge areas that’s afforded to pilots of Bodhi’s stature which, while a bit bougie, is at least quieter than the area you’d be in if you were waiting for a typical passenger. Still, your mind is buzzing with anxiety. You’ve been having nightmares, and as much as you hate to give them any of your energy, you won’t feel okay until you see Bodhi’s face. And he should have landed by now.

Your little C1 astromech chirps at you—a phrase that roughly translates to deep breath, you are safe.

“I know I’m safe, Cilvie,” you say. “I know he’s probably safe, too. It’s just a bad feeling.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath anyway. When you open them Red is rolling toward you, your partner’s droid companion whistling in delight as he approaches. And not far behind him is Bodhi in his well-worn leather jacket, a sleepy smile on his face, his dark hair loose over his shoulders. He drops his duffel bag when he sees you. He knew you were coming, but he clearly didn’t expect tears upon his arrival.

“Stars, love, what’s wrong?” he asks, sweeping you into his arms. You hadn’t realized you were weeping until he was wiping your tears away.

“Nothing,” you say. “Nothing at all. I’m just so relieved.”

Cilvie warbles behind you in binary: scary sleep.

“Nightmares?” Bodhi asks. “Why didn’t you say anything? I figured you wanted to go out to dinner or something when you said you’d meet me here.”

“We could,” you say. “I didn’t want to scare you, I just felt so anxious when I woke up today—I needed to see you as soon as possible.”

Bodhi runs his fingers soft along your cheek. “I’m here, love,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As he steps back and takes your hands, you realize he’s wearing nicer clothes than he’d usually wear to fly solo. Not dressed up, per se, but his slightly open collar and dark, tight-fitting jeans are typical attire for date night. You’re starting to feel a little guilty when Red whistles, suggesting he and Cilvie take a cab home so you and Bodhi can go out.

“It is a nice night,” you say. “We could go downtown?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You’ve made your way to the parking garage when Bodhi takes your face in his hands and kisses you, hungrily, as you both lean against his landspeeder in the quiet, nearly empty garage. On any other day, there would be dozens of beings coming and going, but by sheer luck you’ve been given this moment, and you savor it, tucking Bodhi’s hair behind his ears so you can see his face, his warm brown eyes, the bits of silver that have started to appear in his short beard.

An engine sputters, startling the both of you, and you laugh. Bodhi tosses his duffel into the back of the speeder.

“Where to?” he asks, taking your hand as you slide into the passenger seat.

With a flutter in your heart, you reply, “Anywhere you want.”

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oh !! 🥰 this was so amazing, I felt like I was living a dream ! their night out together was everything so beautiful I could have ever imagined. then waking up the next morning to enjoy the comfort of their home together, finding simple joys in just being with one another. seriously I think this one is my new favorite bodhi fic of yours, always so wonderful xo 👋💖

Hi! I just wanted to pop in and let y'all know I’m alive, just a bit scatterbrained at the moment so I haven’t been able to interact here as much as I’d like. But I did want to share a little snippet of the Bodhi fic I’m working on. Love y'all.

In this scene, the reader has just met Bodhi at the space port—which normally they don’t do—after having nightmares about something going wrong on his return.

★★★★★★★★

“I didn’t want to scare you, I just had such a bad feeling when I woke up today. I needed to see you as soon as possible.”

Bodhi runs his fingers soft on your cheek. “I’m here, love,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

As he steps back and takes your hands, you realize he’s wearing nicer clothes than he’d usually fly solo in. Not dressed up per se, but his slightly open collared shirt and tight-fitting dark jeans are typical attire for date night. You’re starting to feel a little guilty when Red chirps, suggesting he and Cilvie take a cab home so you and Bodhi can go out.

“It is a nice night,” you say. “We could go downtown?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You’ve made your way to the parking garage when Bodhi takes your face in his hands and kisses you, hungrily, as you both lean against his landspeeder in the quiet, nearly empty garage. On any other day, there would be dozens of beings coming and going, but by sheer luck you’ve been given this moment, and you savor it, tucking Bodhi’s hair behind his ears so you can see his face, his warm brown eyes, the bits of silver that have started to appear in his short beard.

An engine sputters, startling the both of you, and you laugh. Bodhi tosses his duffel into the back of the speeder.

“Where to?” he asks, taking your hand as you slide into the passenger seat.

With a flutter in your heart you reply, “Anywhere you want.”

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Tagging a few folks who I think would enjoy this: @princessxkenobi @zinzinina @maul-ologue @operation-spot @waterpancakeao3 @strwrs @aerynwrites @justrunamok @galaxtic-writings @belfry-bat @phoenixhalliwell @laserbrains @r1-sw-lover @infinityrevengers @greatcaesarsghost @darthanakin @usernamesarebitches

Just imagining this right now is making my heart swoon 🥰 I can already tell this story is going to be beautiful ! 💫 so excited to read. 🌸