#angstpril2021

[chaos-company]

ANGSTPRIL PROMPT LIST

Here is the official prompt list, in both the images below and listed as text below the cut. Happy creating!

Day One: “You have to let me go.”

Day Two: Sole Survivor

Day Three: “I can’t.” 

Day Four: Betrayal

Day Five: Amnesia 

Day Six: “You don’t belong here.”

Day Seven: Friendly Fire

Day Eight: Screaming

Day Nine: “I wish we had more time.”

Day Ten: Don’t Look Back

Day Eleven: “This isn’t you.” 

Day Twelve: Dying Words

Day Thirteen: “You lied to me.” 

Day Fourteen: Nightmares

Day Fifteen: “They’re dead.”

Day Sixteen: Silence

Day Seventeen: Out of Time

Day Eighteen: Children Fight Their Parents’ Wars

Day Nineteen: “Don’t leave me.”

Day Twenty: The Silent Treatment 

Day Twenty One: They Both Die at the End

Day Twenty Two: “I had no choice!”

Day Twenty Three: Bedside Vigil

Day Twenty Four: Goodbyes

Day Twenty Five: The Light Died in Their Eyes 

Day Twenty Six: Songs for the Fallen

Day Twenty Seven: “I can’t do this without you.”

Day Twenty Eight: Voices in Your Head

Day Twenty Nine: Going Dark

Day Thirty: “We lost.”

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

Alone

Trauma Repression

Broken Trust

“I’m right where you left me.”

Unattainable Peace

Run

“I’m sorry.”

Visiting a Grave

So Close, Yet So Far

Held Hostage

Coma

[writing-is-thorapy]

Angstpril Day 13: “You Lied to Me”

“You lied to me,” Ahsoka growls, her carnivorous canines bared, “you lied to him!”

“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan tries, hands raised placatingly. “I really am so—” 

“How could you? We thought you were dead! Anakin didn’t talk for days and now—and now he’s gone!”

Obi-Wan feels as if the floor has fallen out from underneath his feet. How did he not know this? Was he truly so cut off during his mission that even the… departure of the Chosen One, of his Padawan, went unnoticed?

“He… he’s dead?” He manages to stutter out. Ahsoka’s expression shifts, softening ever-so-slightly.

“No,” she replies, and he feels something within him exhale in relief. “But he left. He left the Order. He-he left me.” She looks down and he sees her lip wobble, but refrains from reaching out. Not yet.

“Is everyone going to leave?” She asks despondently. “Am I destined to be alone?”

“Ahsoka…” Obi-Wan places a hand on her shoulder, drawing the Padawan into his arms when she doesn’t reject his touch. “I’m sorry. I won’t leave again, I promise.”

%#%#%

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the all-too-familiar voice smirks with a predatory smile, “I see the reports of your death were greatly exaggerated. A shame.”

“Listen,” the Jedi replies, “we don’t have to fight. Just… come back to the Temple. Come back.”

“You’re the one who left first, Master.” 

Their blades clash, blue against red, as their bond snaps. 

[ilonga]

angstpril day 10

prompt: Don’t Look Back

warning for referenced/threat of slavery

ao3

"Stop." Anakin says. His voice is no longer panicked—suddenly it's clear as a bell, ringing with resolve. "Take me instead."

"What? Anakin, no—"

"If you take her, I'll stop at nothing." He's not threatening them; just stating as if he's reading from a GAR report. "I'll burn this ship to the ground and you with it."

"Step forward and she dies, Jedi," the slaver spits, finger hovering over the explosive.

"Then we'll all die." Anakin says, undeterred and—he's bluffing, right? He has to be. "And no one will walk away happy. But if you take me and let her go safely, I won't fight. I won't resist. You can do whatever you'd like to me." He grins, sharply. "I'm the better investment."

"He's bluffing," Another one of them says, not sounding convinced. "Besides, the girl will be easier to train." To break.

Anakin laughs with a bitter edge and pulls down his collar. There's a faint scar on his neck; a thin, small line she'd always thought was the result of some stray shrapnel. "I'm already trained."

She can feel the slavers' sudden sick pleasure. It's disgusting.

"Aren't the freed ones always more trouble then they're worth?" mutters a slaver in the back. 

"No," Another says. "He's a Jedi, remember? They already answer to Masters."

Ahsoka can feel the blaster digging into the side of her skull ease up somewhat. The force suppressors are still locked tight around her wrists.

"Fine," says the one holding her. "We accept. Now drop the saber or we shoot."

"If you don't let her go safely, the deal is off." Anakin warns, and the room freezes with a sudden chill. The slavers seem sufficiently intimidated.

He drops the saber.

Suddenly there's a rush of movement from all sides—

Ahsoka finds herself shoved towards the escape pods—

Anakin is dragged down and manhandled into force suppressant cuffs—he doesn't resist—

The hatch begins to close—

"Don't look back, Ahsoka," Anakin shouts to her as her pod slides shut and she's left alone. "Don't look back."

She's launched into the yawning abyss of space, alone save for her sabers and a pre-plotted route to the campaign they'd left behind.

[jasontoddiefor]

Angstpirl Day Seven: Friendly Fire Other Parts.

“Obi-Wan!”

Qui-Gon jumped forward and only managed to stop Obi-Wan’s blade from cutting straight through Master Krell’s neck at the very last second. In all the weeks Obi-Wan had been allowed to handle a lightsaber, he had never fought that aggressively, with the intent to kill. Even when Qui-Gon had told him to give it all he could, Obi-Wan had refused. He had noticed that Obi-Wan was holding back, but Qui-Gon hadn’t been aware of the extent as to which the young man had refused to fight.

If Obi-Wan was still considered a Sith Apprentice, Darth moniker or not, then Qui-Gon didn’t want to know how powerful his Master was.

At once, an entire circle of Jedi were at Qui-Gon’s side, their blades all turned to Obi-Wan. This was not how today’s training session was supposed to go. The fact that Anakin was in class was only a small mercy.

“Turn off your blade,” a temple guard ordered.

Obi-Wan watched him with his keen eyes, but didn’t move.

“Obi-Wan, please,” Qui-Gon pleaded, feeling as if they’d had this conversation already a thousand times. Two steps forward, one step back. He was starting to tire of it.

“Only if Krell does as well,” Obi-Wan argued. “I don’t want him to stab me in the back.”

“Master Krell,” Qui-Gon corrected immediately.

Obi-Wan tilted his head and—

There it was again.

He was confused about something and so re-examining the situation, trying to figure it out like a Umbaran labyrinth puzzle.

“You said dark siders are not worth the title Master,” Obi-Wan said slowly. Seemingly unbothered by the lightsabers pointed at him, he turned to look at Qui-Gon with a frown. “So why am I supposed to call him Master?”

And then Krell lunged.

[alexversenaberrie]

Angstpril: Sole Survivor

[alab211]

Angstpril day 5 - Amnesia

Kya was lying on a bed with her eyes open. There were people, many people. There was a tall, bald man with a woman by his side and four kids running around. Kya tried to say something, but instead of words, from her throat, so unused to speaking, came a raspy grunt. It was enough, though, for the rest to realize she’s awaken. They all gathered around her and looked at her worryingly. After a while of silence she asked gravelly,

“Who are you?”

The woman sobbed, while the anticipation in the man’s eyes was replaced by profound sadness, as he said,

“You suffered a grave injury, Kya. You’ve lost your memory. I am your brother, my name is Tenzin, this,” he pointed at the woman, “is Pema, and those are our children: Jinora, Ikki, Meelo and Rohan.” 

Kya has never felt so anxious in her life. How could she forget her own brother and his family? Everything feels so unreal and unfamiliar. She felt helpless.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Tenzin said. “Your wife should be here soon and you’ll be able to rest a little in privacy." And they left.

“My wife?” she asked. Kya looked at the nightstand and noticed a wedding ring. She picked it up gently and examined it carefully. She slowly put it on. “My wife,” she repeated those words, trying to get used to them. Suddenly, through the door entered a woman, about the same age as Kya, with grey hair pinned above her shoulders. She was wearing a metal armor with logo of the police. Her eyes were filled with worry as she locked eyes with Kya. The waterbender suddenly felt so light, as if a giant stone was lifted from her chest.

"Lin," she said with a smile.

[sunnymiles]

angstpril day 12

heyo :D have some sad obi who is one wrong word away from a stress meltdown and lil sunshine, marshmallow bb ani

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prompt: dying words

[summary: obi-wan struggles to fulfill his master's dying words. luckily, anakin is there to help.]

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“He is the chosen one. He will bring balance. Train him.”

The words linger in his mind, heavier with each day that passes. The weight of them a stone dragging him perpetually downward.

Haunting him like the master he couldn't save.

"Train him."

He can’t.

Obi-Wan wasn’t made for teaching. His words bite out sharp and rough, where he means them to reassure. His jagged lines catch on the fragile edges of Anakin's insecurities, baring them raw.

Anakin is beautiful and willful and stubborn. Obi-Wan would do anything for the boy who’s smile makes him light up like a star. For the new shadow that trails him through the temple's hallways.

But, Obi-Wan's not worthy.

Anakin is so pure, he burns to the touch. Obi-Wan wasn’t made to handle a greatness like that.

He's always been second, the last to make friends, the last to be chosen as a padawan.

His master hadn’t even said goodbye, too focused on Anakin's legacy.

Obi-Wan feels the familiar lump rising in his throat. He shouldn't think about it, but it is difficult not to dwell.

Qui-Gon's death fills him with conflict. He misses the quiet peace his master had radiated, the assurances he had provided for a high-stress padawan.

But his final words fill Obi-Wan with dread. Sharing the spotlight with a boy they had just met, and now becoming responsible for him, alone? It's too much-

His shoulders hunch as sobs wrack violently through him. The emotions have become too much to contain, he's even unworthy of being a Jedi-

The door bursts open.

He wipes his eyes hastily. Blinking furiously to hide the evidence, to hide his shame.

“Master Obi?”

“Yes Ani, what is it?” His voice creaks slightly, lilting upwards in false calm.

“Hav”-

Anakin stops mid-sentence, and warily glances at him. Obi-Wan musters the most reassuring smile he can, but the boy's brows furrow. It must’ve been more of a grimace.

He’s never been good with pretending to be alright, another thing to learn now that Anakin's here to stay.

His padawan soldiers on, as if bracing himself for retribution, “Have you been crying?”

The boy is more perceptive than most.

He considers denying it, but the part of himself that wants this to work, that respects, respected, Master Qui-Gon offers an honest answer.

"Yes."

Anakin doesn't ask why, just nods his head knowingly. The thought that Anakin has been around so many tears it's commonplace, sends a bolt of pain through his heart.

"My mom used to get the red eyes too, she'd try to hide them, but-" He trails off, fidgeting with the corner of his too-long tunic.

Obi-Wan is struck for a moment, that's the first time Anakin has voluntarily mentioned Tatooine.

Anakin trusts him enough to supply that information, to worry about his well-being. Perhaps, Obi-Wan has not already failed as a master-

"Master Obi?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I hug you?"

"O-Of course."

Small hands reach across his torso, encircling him in warmth. A mop of hair assaults his nose, Anakin smells like new beginnings and grease, but Obi-Wan doesn't mind.

Anakin's touch banishes the ghosts of the past to a distant memory.

Now, there is only this,

his padawan.

[exomal]

"You don't belong here."

A young Anakin Skywalker contemplating his place in the Jedi Order.

[katierosefun]

vormir au

“To obtain the stone, you must lose that which you love,” Obi-Wan interrupted. His eyes were still focused beyond, not to Anakin, but to the opposite cliffs—to the mist that curled around the peaks, to the sun still every-rising between. “There are two of us here. One stone.”

Anakin stared at Obi-Wan. “What are you talking about.”

When Obi-Wan didn’t respond, Anakin reached forward, grabbed Obi-Wan’s elbow. Obi-Wan flinched, but he still wasn’t looking. “Obi-Wan.”

“It’s simple,” Obi-Wan said. He pushed Anakin’s hand off his elbow, looked at him. His features were tight, sad. Eyes examining Anakin too closely, too carefully.

[or: the Vormir / Endgame AU. This most certainly won’t end well.]

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[chaos-company]

Hi everyone!

Welcome to Chaos Company's first prompt month! This time of year is all about angst! The prompts for this Angstpril are listed below the cut. Prompts can be used, skipped, and combined as you’d like. Feel free to utilize the alternate prompts! From gifs, to writing, to art, to edits, any kind of original content will be accepted under the tag #angstpril2021. We’re excited to see what you come up with!

Creators that post content for all thirty days will also be added to our shoutout post at the end of the month!

Find the prompts, as well as more about the rules and FAQs, under the cut:

Rules:

1. Posted work must be your own original content!

2. Be sure to tag appropriately. Submissions that are tagged properly may be reblogged on this account, and any postings on Ao3 will be added to our collection there.

3. Tag your creations with #angstpril2021, #(type of creation) #(day) #(prompt), and any trigger warnings that may apply.

Example: #angstpril2021 #fic #dayone #youhavetoletmego #blood tw

FAQ:

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?” - Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?” - Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for!

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”  - Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!

[indigostars]

angstpril, day 5: amnesia

Obi-Wan woke up with his head pounding painfully. The light above him was too bright, and he shut his eyes in an effort to ease his headache.

Someone exhaled a breath, sounding almost snappish. A second later, a male voice drove knives into his skull.

“Open your eyes, Obi-Wan.”

And he did, slowly this time. A blurred figure of a young man with tousled blonde hair sat beside Obi-Wan’s bedside, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Obi-Wan clumsily tried to sit up. His arms were weak and shaky, and he fell back onto his pillow after a few moments. The young man just watched, not making any attempt to help.

Cheeks heating up, Obi-Wan averted his gaze and mumbled, “Where am I?”

“Medbay,” the young man said shortly, “and you’re going to stay here until you learn some common sense. Which is something you seem to be lacking lately.”

“What happened?” Obi-Wan asked. Having no memory of what had happened to him was alarming him.

The other man tilted his head. “You decided to take on the Separatists and a bomb. By yourself.”

The man, who looked like he’d recently grown into adulthood, was making absolutely no sense. Obi-Wan blinked a few times, trying to not look as confused as he felt. He could tell that he failed, because concern was now replacing annoyance on the young man’s face.

“Obi-Wan… are you alright?”

“I’m — Who are these Separatists that you’re speaking of?”

“You don’t—” began the young man — Jedi, Obi-Wan realized, because he could see the lightsaber hanging from his belt.

“Where’s Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan blurted. “Is he coming?”

The other Jedi’s eyes widened substantially, his mouth opening and closing in surprise. Finally, he managed to choke out, “Master, Qui-Gon… he’s not coming…”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said. “Why not?”

The young Jedi seemed to be at a loss for words. “Uh, he… well…” 

Obi-Wan groaned. “I hope he’s not arguing with the Council again.” He let out a laugh. “Did you know that he wants to train another boy? Some pathetic lifeform from Tatooine… I can’t seem to remember his name at the moment, though.”

The color drained from the other Jedi’s face, lips bloodless. Obi-Wan squinted at him, rubbing his face. His head really hurt.

The Jedi stood up abruptly. “Sorry — I, uh — I have to go.”

“Wait,” Obi-Wan said, just as he reached the exit. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize you, and I apologize. What’s your name?”

“It’s not important,” the Jedi muttered. “I shouldn’t have been here. I’m sorry.”

Then he left before Obi-Wan could say another word.

[writing-is-thorapy]

Day 18: Children Fight Their Parents’ Wars

The fires of war never burnt out, never died. Instead, the Clone Wars continue to rage on, years and years and years into the future, as older clones retire and young clones die and the price of war—in terms of the lives lost, in terms of money spent on armor instead of aid, in terms of the deterioration of morality, of hope—only climbs higher and higher.

Luke and Leia Amidala-Skywalker, both Knights of the Jedi Order, have grown up surrounded by rumors, by expectations and obligations and legacies to live up to.

They know of their mother, Padmé Amidala, zealous and compassionate and unwavering, relentless in her pursuit for peace, renown for her skill in waging wars not with a lightsaber or a blaster (though she knew how to use one rather well when it was necessary) but with words that cut like daggers, finding the weaknesses in the armor of her opponents.

 They know of their father, Anakin Skywalker, strong and brave and loyal, the weight of an ancient prophecy on his shoulders, one of the strongest Force-users and duelists the Order has ever seen.

They know she was killed—not by the Separatists, not by some insidious outside force, but by a Republic citizen who blamed her for the war—a single shot to the chest, her voice silenced in a single second.

They know he retreated into himself, fighting with the ferocity of someone questioning what they still have left.

They know that blaster bolt killed more than one person that day.

Luke and Leia have heard the whispers. Amidala and Skywalker, the catalysts of the war, people say. The twins know, rationally, that these whispers aren’t true, but they make them doubt nonetheless. 

Why are they protecting the Republic? Why are they fighting this war? 

Luke remembers sitting on Uncle Obi’s lap, before he was killed by the Sith, their father helpless and unable to do anything else but watch as his mentor, his best friend, his brother was speared through the stomach by an enemy long-thought dead hearing stories of his father when he was a Padawan, hearing of the reckless things he would do, the adventures he and Obi-Wan would have when there was still peace, when being a Jedi was something to be respected and revered. 

Luke and Leia Amidala-Skywalker are tired of rumors, of expectations and obligations and legacies. They are tired of carrying the names of the guilty, the names of those who couldn’t end the war that their children now have to fight. 

They leave the Jedi, the Republic, their names behind.

Luke and Leia will end the war their own way. 

[ilonga]

angstpril day 22

prompt: “I had no choice.”

ao3

The last face Obi-wan expects to see on the steps of the ruins of Dantooine's Jedi Temple is Shmi Skywalker's.  

Granted, he's never met the woman before today, but her force presence and appearance make the resemblance nearly uncanny. This woman can be no other than the mother of the boy they'd turned away for training so long ago.

And unwittingly chased into the Sith Lord's arms.

"Master Jedi," the woman says, stepping forward. "I have been searching for a long time for one of your kind."

"That's a dangerous pursuit, these days," Obi-wan replies cautiously. The open air makes the hairs on his neck stand up on end; there may be no Imperial presence here, but the shelter-free fields still make him uneasy.

Shmi walks forward until they're side by side, taking him in with a surprisingly observant gaze. "Hardly the most dangerous thing I have done for my son. Master Jedi, would you be willing to answer a few questions for me?"

Frozen to the spot, Obi-wan feels his mouth move without his command. "Of course."

"Were you familiar with a Jedi by the name of Qui-gon Jinn?"

Suddenly there's a lump in Obi-wan's throat. It's been nearly a decade. He should be over his Master's death. But it still aches. "He was my Master," he says, blinking rapidly. "He was a good man. He died at the hands of the Sith, many years ago."

 "You were his student," Shmi says in surprise. "You know of my son, then. Anakin Skywalker."

The name sends a jolt through him. Suddenly he sees red.

"Everyone knows of Anakin Skywalker," he hisses in response. "Those who didn't ended up dead by his blade."

Shmi takes an involuntary step backwards. "What?"

"Your son is a Sith, Madam Skywalker. The young Vader you hear of in the news is him."

Something in Shmi hardens. "And why," she says, just as coldly, "is my son a Sith, Master Jedi? When Qui-gon took him from me, I was told he was to become a Jedi."

"Well," Obi-wan says bitterly, "Qui-gon was misguided at best. He was rather fond of making promises he couldn't keep." He looks up at Shmi. He's not sure what he's expecting to find; whatever it is, he doesn't see it. "Anakin was too old to be trained as a Jedi. Qui-gon knew this. He insisted anyways, and the Council set him back in his place."

"What happened to my son, Master Jedi," Shmi says, an undercurrent of—oh. She's afraid. That's fear he senses, coursing through her. For Anakin.

"He found sanctuary with the Chancellor." Obi-wan sighs and sinks heavily onto a crumbling bench. "It was too late when we discovered that the Chancellor had been a Sith Lord all along."

"You gave my son to the Chancellor of the Republic? You gave my son to a Sith Lord?" The fear is still there, but now she's furious. He's surprised she even knows what a Sith Lord is; she must have heard about the Sith from Qui-gon's stories, while they were back on Tatooine.  

"I had no choice, Madam Skywalker," he snaps, and Shmi arches an eyebrow. "The Council had made up their minds. Your son was too old to be trained."

"So you sold him," Shmi says frigidly. 

"The Jedi," Obi-wan says through gritted teeth. "do not deal in slavery. The Chancellor offered him sanctuary. We were hardly about to send him right back to Tatooine."

"I let him leave with Qui-gon so that he might be free, so that he would escape the bonds of Tatooine's slavery. And now, Jedi, you tell me he's become the Emperor's attack dog? And in the same breath you tell me the Jedi don't deal in slavery?" 

"We didn't know!" he shouts. He's standing again. He'd survived for all these years by determinedly burying his knowledge of what happened; by trying desperately not to think about Anakin, or Vader, or the Sith or Order 66 or much of anything at all.

He'd run into the boy, once, after escaping the slaughter. He'd knocked off the mask. The face underneath was scarred like a soldier's and the sunken eyes were a sickly yellow. He'd still looked young. Obi-wan had been painfully reminded that a teenager had marched on their Temple, had killed everyone in his path and more. 

He'd said nothing. Neither had Obi-wan. An aching contrast to so many years ago, when Anakin couldn't stop talking about droids, or Coruscant, or podracing, or his mother.

 "Where is he now?" Shmi says, slightly softer.

"Coruscant, I assume," Obi-wan says, then he turns in shock. "You can't possibly be planning—"

"I will bring my son back, Master Jedi," Shmi says, already turning to leave. 

"Whatever it takes."

[jasontoddiefor]

I’m doing Angstpril for an AU hesitantly titled “Qui-Gon’s Padawan’s Sith Lord” for now. Aka smol Padawan Anakin and his adopted former sith Lord Big Brother Obi-Wan. Enjoy!

Day One: “You have to let me go.”

Qui-Gon smiled up at him, so gently and kind as always and all Obi-Wan could do was cling to him, hope that help would arrive soon. This couldn’t be the end. He had promised Anakin he’d bring the Jedi back to the Temple. He had given the boy his word. Anakin would hate him if anything happened to Qui-Gon and it were Obi-Wan’s fault.

Obi-Wan would hate himself if anything were to happen to Qui-Gon.

The Jedi was annoying.

Always prattling on about the Living Force and the Light as if either had helped Obi-Wan during his imprisonment. He also kept making vegetable soups that Obi-Wan couldn’t stand he and got up way too early for his stupid morning meditations and he never minded when Obi-Wan was in a room with him or Anakin decided to sit on his lap as he meditated.

He respected their boundaries and he was kind and understanding and he could not die.

“You can’t leave,” Obi-Wan said, pressing his hands down on Qui-Gon’s wounds. Where were the stupid medics? They should have arrived ages ago. “Stay strong.”

“Obi-Wan, it’s alright.”

“No,” Obi-Wan hissed. “No, it’s not. You’re not going to die. We’re going to go home after this stupid mission and you’re gonna tell the dumb Council not to send you on shitty missions because you have to train Anakin when he’s old enough to become one of your Padawans with the ridiculous haircuts.”

Obi-Wan could see it clearer than any of his visions. That would be the future and Qui-Gon would not die here.

“You have to let me go,” Qui-Gon said. His face was getting paler by the minute.

“No.”

“Obi-Wan—”

“I refuse,” Obi-Wan stated. He didn’t dare look Qui-Gon into the eyes, afraid of what he’d find there.

Perhaps this attachment wasn’t the Jedi way of doing things, but Obi-Wan wasn’t a Jedi and no matter what Qui-Gon said, he knew the truth: he would have been a shit Jedi anyway, so he wasn’t going to start trying now.

“Just shut up and save your strength,” Obi-Wan ordered. “We’ll get out of this.”

And if they didn’t, Obi-Wan would raze this planet to the ground.

[klara019]

Angstpril day 1

You have to let me go...

(please check tags for tw)

When coming home late, Lin always remembered to quietly shut the door just not to wake up sleeping Kya. She knew that a waterbender wouldn’t be annoyed about it, but she didn’t want her to know what hour she came back. Lin knew that Kya was always worried and was trying to stay up late to see if she entered home safely. Although she tried, Kya often was falling asleep before Beifong ended her shift.

But this day was different. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of Vodka, which she was hiding under the sink. Lin drank it and put it back on the table with a loud ping.

“It’s all my fault, Kya” she sat on the chair. Her face twisted, as she remembered what happened. She couldn’t help but cry.

Tears were dripping down her face, she closed her puffy eyes and hit the table with a hand. At first she told herself that it’s just a nightmare, a bad dream that she can wake up from. But with every passing second she was realizing that it wasn’t. Kya was dead because of her and there was no way to change it.

“I’m so sorry…” Lin sobbed. “I’m so sorry, it was all my fault. I was too slow, I couldn’t save you both… I’m sorry” her voice broke several times. “I just want you back”.

She laid her head on the table in an uncomfortable position. The howling wind behind the window was singing a miserable lullaby.

Jinora being captured by a bloodbender.

Her frail voice.

And Kya persuading her that she’ll make it.

“You have to let me go”

Saving one of the last airbenders.

Kya being ripped off by her own element.

Her terrifying scream of pain.

She was woken up by a phone. She jumped and groaned as the pain in her neck reminded her about her sleeping position. Lin slowly walked towards their bedroom and hesitated for a moment. She knew that Kya won’t be there, that her sheets were perfectly folded and still smelled like her. She opened the door taking a deep breath.

The emptiness was making her sick.

“Hello?”

“Lin… Are you all right? I just want to make sure that you’re safe. If you will need anything remember you can always come to us.”

Tenzin’s voice was a little weaker and a little quieter than normally.

“Are you there? Lin?”

“Yeah, I just…”

I just can’t believe that happened.

“Just woke up and I feel a little sleepy ”

I can’t think clearly, I miss her so much.

“I’ll be fine, just need some time”

I need her back.

„No, you don’t need to check on me, I’m okay”

Please come, I don’t want to be alone right now.

„Goodbye”

I’m so sorry I let you all down.

She put the phone back on it’s place. She took a look at the unfolded Water tribe clothes. Under normal circumstances she would put them into the wardrobe but she felt like this was the only thing that Kya left behind.

Lin sighed and laid onto the cold, empty bed. There was too much space for one person. She chose Kya’s side, she took her pillow and hugged it tightly. Tears were soaking the sheets and making everything look blurry. But it didn’t matter now.

Nothing actually did.

I started crying while writting this lol. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did :)

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angstpril day 1: ‘you have to let me go’

“Let me look at it,” Obi-Wan said, already pushing the leg of Anakin’s trouser up.

He shoved it back down. “I’m fine.”

“Anakin–that’s a lot of blood. You–”

Anakin gave him a sharp look. “Are you really going to try and lecture me about this right now? Yours is–” He craned his neck to look at Obi-Wan’s leg, awkwardly skewed along the ground. The angle it was bent at made it appear completely detached from his body. Boneless. “Force, Master. It’s–it’s turning green...”

Obi-Wan tried to pull the leg up under him, under his robes and away from Anakin’s view. But his muscles had long stopped responding to his mind, so it required both of his hands. He grunted as did so and heaved at the effort.

Anakin watched on, miserably.

“We’ll wait another week,” he said.

Obi-Wan frowned in exhaustion. “Another week will kill us both.”

“We have the water from–”

“Not nearly enough to–”

“I could try setting it again–”

“–you’re fourteen. You don’t have the field medicine experience to–”

“But I could try–”

“Anakin.” he said forcefully. “It’s no use and you know it. My leg is...it’s irreparable.”

Anakin sat back on his feet, in a crouch, his arms hugging his knees to his chest. “Yeah. I know.” He waited a moment. Then– “So what are we gonna do?”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. This had been a long time coming, after all. He’d known the reality of the situation for days now and should have stopped the last three attempts at escape. It would have better preserved Anakin.

But then, with Anakin, so few things were about preserving the physical.

He took a breath. “This will be difficult to hear, but we need to consider–”

“No.” Anakin said with finality. He shook his head. “That’s not...we’re not talking about this again.”

Another sigh. “Anakin. My Padawan.”

“Don’t you ‘my Padawan’ me, Master. It’s not...no.”

“I need you to be realistic,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

Anakin looked over at him, eyes red-rimmed and tired. “And I need you with me.”

Need. 

“No, you don’t,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head. “These two weeks have proven you are more than capable. I–you have been an excellent student and you are an exceptional Jedi. The Council will–”

“Master.” Anakin bit off. “Are you...are you kriffing serious right now?” He ran a ragged hand through his short-cropped hair. “Those men, those...those monsters...left us down here to die. But we can get out. We found a way–”

“I can’t make the jump, Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighed. “You know I can’t.”

“But I can. I’ll make it for us. I can support you! I’ve...I’m strong enough!”

Obi-Wan looked at his Padawan in silence for a moment. Anakin–so eager, so devoted, so brave. So young.

“You can’t make that jump with me on your back. Not without the rope.”

“Then, we’ll do it with the rope.”

“With the rope, if you fall...there is...there is no survival for you. It will snap your spine and–” He released a deep breath, horrified at the image. “And you will hang there for eternity until the birds eat you.”

“I won’t fall.”

“You can’t promise me that–”

“I won’t fall.”

Obi-Wan leaned back against the stone wall. He’d sought quiet for so much of his life and yet–here, now that he’d finally found it...he wanted to be anywhere else. Anakin had been the only thing waking him up these past two weeks. Anakin, chattering about, always scheming, always telling stories. New ideas for escape. New plans for their first dinner back on Coruscant.

“The longer you wait,” Obi-Wan began, quietly, “the weaker you’re going to get. Once you get out of here, we–you don’t know how long you will be without basic resources. It will do no good for us to wait until you are on the verge of death, only for you to escape and die at the entrance to the pit. You must go now. While you are strong, healthy.”

“I can’t leave you,” he gritted out, through clenched teeth. He shuddered in spite of himself, twisting at the soiled fabric of his trousers. “I’m not–I...can’t.” He buried his head in his knees.

With great effort, Obi-Wan shifted his dead leg to the side. He dragged himself toward Anakin, feeling every tear in his muscle and bone. He stopped in front of the younger Jedi and rested a hand on top of his head. 

Anakin looked up, blinking back tears.

“You have to let me go,” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin shook his head furiously, his lips quivering all the while. “I...Obi, I–”

Obi-Wan’s hand trailed down the side of Anakin’s head, gracing over his ear and finding the mussed up Padawan braid that had somehow survived their two weeks in hell. 

He gave it a small tug.

“You can and you will...because the galaxy needs you more than I do. And you...you always do the right thing. Even when it’s hard,” Obi-Wan murmured quietly. He felt himself smiling, even as tears streaked down his Padawan’s face. “So go, and go well. May the Force be with you, my dear friend.”

angstpril 2021 prompt list