Ahsoka One Shots

Panic Attack

Credit to the og artist <3

(Oh side note, I was trying to find fan art with Anakin hugging Ahsoka, and this was the best one I could find, but I had to search Anisoka and I didn't even use any of them which pains me, so I had to settle with this one)

((No shade to Anisoka shippers, it was just really cringy and slightly painful to see the Anisoka fan art when I can only ever see them as siblings))

Trigger warning for topics such as PTSD and panic attacks

I have experienced panic attacks before, but I have only ever had friends with PTSD and don't know as much about it. This is going off of my personal experiences with panic attacks so let me know if you have any more advice on writing PTSD. Thanks :)

This is war.

This is loss.

This is sacrifice.

This is trauma.

But worst of all,

This is a teenager.

Ahsoka is a teenager, fighting in a war. By all accounts, this should be a war crime, sending a fourteen year old to fight sith Lords. But with resources spread thin, she was forced into this battle, far too young. That's why Anakin was such a big brother to her, the teasing and the jokes, the droid counts, he was just hoping to make this war into a better suited childhood for Ahsoka, even if she was still a soldier.

This war would leave scars on everyone, people fighting on the front lines, as well as the people suffering in the streets. As with all soldiers, she had those scars, both the physical, and the emotional. She would never be able to unsee the bodies of her fallen brothers, her Vod, or the image of her master laying mostly dead in front of her, she would live with those memories forever. And to think she was only sixteen.

It had been a long, hard battle, one Ahsoka wished to forget. As she walked down the sad, gray corridors of the Resolute, she couldn't help but think about all the poor soldiers that lay dead back on Ryloth. She had already made mistakes she wished she could undo the last time she was on Ryloth, or at least in a ship above Ryloth when she had lost all her men. It was her own stupid mistake that time, and this time she couldn't help but feel it was her mistake again, even though it wasn't.

Time skip, because I can

It had been a rough few days, and Ahsoka was glad to be back at the temple where her master was, where Obi-Wan was, and where she could get a full night's sleep. At least, that's what she hoped. Truth be told, she had never been good at getting a full night's sleep, she was just too used to the constant bustle of war, and when given the opportunity, still wasn't all that good at it.

She left the transport ship that that taken Anakin, Ahsoka, and the remaining clones back down to the surface of Coruscant. It had been a quiet trip. Anakin wasn't mad at her or anything, they were both just grieving the loss of their fellow clones, thinking about what they could have done better, what they could have prevented, and what to do next time to avoid those deaths.

When they exited the ship, Ahsoka headed straight for her quarters, and Anakin to the council room to give their report. Ahsoka was going to go, but her master saw the toll the battle had taken on her and insisted she get some sleep. She complied, and went to take a shower first to at least wash the grime of the previous day off her.

The cold water felt good, after the hot conditions on Ryloth. She let it drench her body, not even bothering to scrub the dirt off or even pay attention. The water was soothing. Something about the way it felt falling off her fingertips, and dripping down her body made the peace from the aftermath of the battle feel more real. She just stood there. The water felt too good to interrupt.