#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]

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.

[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.