okay this only counts as sacrifice in context (mallek saving lanque at the cost of their life) but it originally was mean to be serious and uh. its kind of not anymore due to the dialouge. i’m not disappointed though.
Day 2:Sacrifice Word count:3020 Rating: Teens and Up Character(s): Mallet Adalov, original background characters
A/N:Set in a canon divergent AU as the previous entry but follows are darker route to rebel fighter Mallek. This will be a angst filled piece, mentions of brief torture, pain, and being enslaved.
Summary: Rebel Hacker codenamed ‘Scorist’ is captured and is then brought before a high ranking Imperial general who reveals his secret and he is forced to sacrifice the most important thing to him for his loved ones.
My first piece for the @keisaraweek2021!! . Day 2: Alcohol ◆ アルコール . Sara is 24, she’s drinking for the first time today, but who’s that man accompanying her at the bar?? ✋
One life, I thought—a thousand deaths (Jon Antilles & Fay)
Summary:On Queyta, Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the only one to escape Durge and Ventress. One of the four legendary Masters, Jon Antilles, emerges from a lava stream despite knowing he’s going to die. He’s so sure of it that he crawls his way to Fay’s side, wanting to spend his last moments with the woman who he considers his Master. But she has other plans. Plans to make certain that Jon Antilles lives past today.
Warnings:Angst, Character Death, On-Screen Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, there’s both sorry, Self-Sacrifice, The Curse of Immortality, holy shit i made myself sad dude Word Count: 2,191
Prompt: Angstpril Day 2 - Sole Survivor
Author’s Note: listen I know nobody knows about these characters that are in literally one comic but I have FEELINGS about them okay?? Jon is meant to be a badass mysterious enigma but he screams sad boi and Fay is like…the greatest cryptid Jedi ever, I love her. So, of course, I decided to make them and Knol and Nico suffer. (Also I know Obi-Wan survived the mission but the Sole Survivor still applies because Jon is the sole survivor of the four legendary Masters, just in case that wasn’t clear.) I just finished this today, so the editing is minimal.
Using the Force as a shield is, in theory, one of the easier skills a Jedi utilizes. That is assuming, of course, that the Jedi in question is in good health, a decent mental state, and isn’t under a severe amount of stress. If said Jedi is, say, three feet into a pool of lava, already bearing grievous injuries and the weight of the deaths of two close companions, andfeeling the fading life of another, the simple task, understandably, becomes something of a problem.
Jon has finally managed to pull the Force around him like a blanket. It protects him from the bubbling lake around himnow, but the first few seconds he couldn’t pull it off were torture.
As it turns out, lavaburns. It burns like shame, likefailure, like the nightmares Jon used to have about his Master abandoning him on a planet in Hutt space for getting just a little too mouthy. And it hurts nearly as much.
“Fuck,” he hisses. He makes a rule of not cursing, but right now feels like an appropriate time to break it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He claws at the charred remains of his robes. Contrary to popular belief, lava doesn’t melt initially, as Jon now knows. Instead of melting, he burst into flames for the few seconds it took to pull himself together, though they felt like an eternity. Red, throbbing burns litter his entire body, his hair singed but miraculously intact thanks to his hood, which is entirely ashes now. The pain consumes his thoughts, making his shielding start to flicker in and out.
And then, through the debilitating agony, a touch of something familiar.
Jon’s eyes fly open. “Fay,” he whispers.
Her light is dimmer than it should be, not flickering in and out mischievously like it usually does. But still, she makes an effort to reach out, to check on him. It sends a sob up his throat.
“Hold on, Fay, hold on.”
Clenching his fists, he opens himself up to the Force. His actions are ones of faith, not of desperation, and he lets it flow through him as he takes a deep breath. The idea of using one of his Master’s abilities would normally make him nauseous, but the disgust doesn’t even cross his mind this time as he prepares to teleport. He thinks of that open, flat space of rock that Obi-Wan and Fay ran to, their enemies close behind. Focusing fiercely on that distant image, he pulls on the Force andfoldsthe two points—
Jon collapses on solid ground with a heaving gasp.
Every inch of his body protests the change, especially his knees, which burn when they make contact with the ground, but somehow he manages to ignore his own complaints.
Fay isn’t far, or she shouldn’t be, at least. The distance between them seems gaping when he tries to move.
Still, her light is fading fast. And he wants to be by her side.
So, Jon Antilles crawls on hands and knees, dragging his body across sharp stones and past bubbling streams of lava. He aches with each movement and cries out when it becomes too much, but he persists regardless. Something in him knows it may be the last thing he ever does.
Finally, he sees her.
She’s sprawled out, her chest hardly moving as her breathing becomes shallow. Her near-golden hair is filthy with ash and her eyes are dim. She’s hardly herself, Jon thinks, and feels his stomach sink.
Hundreds of years the great Master Fay has lived and breathed. Hundreds of years and he’s going to watch her die today.
“Jon,” she calls out weakly.
He pulls himself to her side, grabbing her hand with his own shaky ones. “I’m here, Master.”
They only met when he was a teenager, but he feels as if he’s known her all his life. They’ve travelled the Outer Rim together, following the Force, for decades now and he’s never regretted a second of it. In all but title, Fay is his Master. She was always better than Dark Woman, even when the bar was six feet under. The only record with both their names will be at the Temple, where the dead are listed, a handful of mission reports with other Jedi, and the stories the younglings share of the 4 legendary, nomadic Masters.
“Knol and Nico,” Fay breathes out, “they’re one with the Force.”
Jon grimaces. “Yes. And the Force is with us.”
She laughs, breathy and half-choked. It’s an old lesson, familiar and grounding. “And so too are they,” she adds.
“Where’s Obi-Wan?”
“Gone, with the cure.” She smiles just a little. “The Republic fights another day.”
Suddenly grim, he squeezes her hand. “But not us.”
A pause.
“But not us.”
The silence overwhelms them. The wind whistles in the distance, carrying with it nothing but smoke and ashes. Queyta isn’t the best place to die, Jon thinks absently. He would rather it have been someplace with flowers.
“I wish it could’ve been Jedha.”
He almost jumps at her voice, but her words jarr a surprised laugh from his sore lungs. “Jedha? I thought you hated cold planets.”
“Oh, yes, but not that one. Force, I should have taken you. The Force there is so…so strong, sopure, you can feel the kyber from the surface,” she explains, staring straight up at him. If anyone else were to gaze so intensely at his scars, he’d be uncomfortable, but she’s safe. She’s family. “And the Guardians of the Whills are so kind. I met a young one of theirs some decades ago. You two would’ve gotten along.”
Jon laughs a little. “You’re always looking to find me friends, Fay.”
Her smile turns sad and she lifts a hand to his face, letting it rest on his cheek. “You’re so young,” she whispers. “Too young to be so lonely, Jon.”
He shuts his eyes, lets himself be comforted by her touch. When he opens them again, she still has that gut-wrenching look on her face. He places his hand on top of hers, unsurprised at how cold they are despite the blistering heat.
“I’m not lonely,” he promises.
Jon doesn’t say that it’s because of her, Knol, and Nico, but Fay picks up the thought anyway. Her eyes fill with tears.
“I have watched so many I love die.” Fay’s voice wavers as she says it. He realises that it’s the first time he’s ever heard it do that. To be honest, he’d thought it was impossible. “Taken by age, by Darkness, by foolishness. Never have I met a soul as good as yours, Jon. And never a Jedi so worthy of love.”
“Fay…”
She shakes her head. “Your Master did not deserve you. The galaxy did not deserve you.”
Pulling her hand away from him, Jon squeezes it. “You did,” he says firmly, though his voice cracks.
“I hope so,” she admits with a rueful laugh. “I hopeso.”
He smiles weakly. “I wish you’d found me first. But I thin-I think the Force knew when I needed you to save me. Because youdidsave me, Master. I could never thank you enough.”
She takes his word silently, holding his hand even tighter. “You never needed to.”
“Thank you,” he says now, even though it’s useless.
Fay’s grey eyes meet his pale ones and suddenly, she’s distressed. “You’re so young,” she repeats.
But Jon can see that she means something else this time.
“Not too young to do my duty.”
“Too young to die doing it.”
Jon thinks of Tan Yuster, one of four Padawans to die on Geonosis. The Jedi have experienced great loss these past months since the beginning of the war and so many so much younger than Jon have died in battle, the clones included. Of course, to Fay, they all may as well be children.
“I will go proudly into the Force,” he promises her. At your side.
Fay’s expression twists. “No.”
He scoffs. “I don’t think we have a say in it.”
“The Force let me live this long,” she says suddenly, as if it’s a realisation, “longer than I should have. Obi-Wan is gone, I’ve done what good I can, except…you’re here. Why are we here?”
“To say goodbye,” Jon offers.
She shakes her head, then tries to sit up, struggling until her would-be Padawan helps pull her up. “I’m done with goodbyes.”
“What are you—?”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish his question. Fay presses their foreheads together and grabs his hands with a newfound energy that terrifies him. Chills go up his spine when her presence in the Force covers him like a blanket. Warmth climbs up his hands, then his arms, and with a glance down he finds that his skin ishealing.
“Fay, no!” he cries, trying to shove her away.
She only tightens her grip. “Stay still, Jon.”
She sounds more like herself, certain and unwavering. Jon would be happy-crying if he weren’thorrified. He tries to drag himself out of her grip, but she’s impossibly strong. Her healing creeps up his entire body, soothing his burns, though scars remain behind.
“No, no, no—FAY! Fay, stop it!” His screams turn to sobs. “You’ll die, stop—!”
“I already am,” she says, just as certain in her abilities as her fate. “But you don’t have to.”
Trembling, his attempts are weaker now but still there. “Please, please,” he begs. “Not without you!”
Tears stream down her cheeks. She allows herself a moment of weakness; she opens her eyes and meets his tearful gaze, remembering the teenager she first met. He was so scared and so brave. And for a moment, she’d thought he must be a ghost. But no, he was just a boy. For the first time in a long time, she had let herself build a bridge between them, like Knol and Nico before him, even knowing she would have to watch him die one day.
Now, she thinks with fierce stubbornness, she won’t have to.
It feels like her life is leaving her for him, though she knows it’s just fading into the Force. It’s to it that she speaks, the cosmic energy she’s dedicated her long, long life to.
“If anyone is deserving of the time you’ve given me,” she gasps out, “it is Jon Antilles.”
She doesn’t see the horror in Jon’s face, but she can feel it in his quiet Force-presence, so subdued. He hides himself on purpose and it truly breaks her heart. His light is so strong. The galaxy is all the better for his existence.
“I don’t want this! Fay, I don’t—let me die, please—”
Fay only lifts her head and kisses his forehead, the sort of gentle gesture a mother might give her son. “One day,” she promises. It rings with truth, with the strength of the Force behind it. “But not today.”
Jon cries out and tries to rip himself away, but freezes when pure light washes over him. The warmth he’s always associated with Fay soaks into him, healing all his wounds in an instant and rejuvenating his fading energy. Stars burst before his eyes, like he’s seeing into the very universe beyond Queyta, beyond what he’s meant to see with his petty Human eyes. In another instant, it’s gone and Fay is slumping over.
She falls to the ground with a thump, a noise that jolts Jon back into focus.
“Master!” he sobs.
He pulls her up from the ground with the sickening realisation that she’s a complete deadweight. She’s limp in his arms, already paling. Desperate, Jon pushes her hair out of her face and finds…nothing. Her eyes are dull. With his fingers on her wrist, he can’t feel a pulse.
“Fay?”
The steady beat of her Force-presence is gone, a gaping hole in his universe. Their bond, one strong enough to resemble a training bond, is shattered, a physical pain that throbs in his skull.
Jon begins to hyperventilate, his sudden gasps for breath burning his now-perfect lungs.
“Come back,” he begs Fay’s corpse. “Fuck, please. Please, come back.”
He pulls her into his lap, clutching her robes like a child being left behind for the first time. It doesn’t hurt to move anymore and, thank the Force for it because his entire body shakes with the force of his cries.
Overwhelmed with grief he’s never experienced, Jon wails into Fay’s shoulder, rocking back and forth. The agonizing sound rings across the valley, a noise like torture.
It’s only now that he feels the frayed edges of his bonds with Knol and Nico.
He screams again, his vocal cords protesting it sharply.
The last time Jon was this alone, he was a child. And now, he’s right back where he was before he met his three closest companions. Except now, now, he knows what it means to love and to lose. Itaches. It aches like nothing he’s ever felt.
“Please,” he whispers hoarsely. “I can’t—I need you. What do I do? What am I supposed to do?”
Sam tiredly pulled out one of the pills. “ Danny? These are some sort of roofie. My doctor thinks these pills are a type of heavy-hitting tranquilizer. A highly potent, concentrated medicinal cocktail, meant to immobilize and sedate. We are talking some seriously bad juju. She didn’t lie, they’re sleep pills. But they’re also something else. There are weird specks of dried flowers and red crystals that kind of look like sugar suspended in the regular white gunk. Dr.Walters said he couldn’t help more than that because he isn’t a botanist .”
Daniel felt something lurch in his stomach. “Sam? Can I see that?” He paused abruptly as she went to hand it to him only to quickly retract his arm. Looking into her eyes, he stiffened. “Sam? Um… could you break that pill casing open? In your hand? I want to test something… I think I know what the flowers may be.”
Sam nodded and broke open the capsule. Daniel’s gloved hand went to touch the powder only for unbelievable pain to creep up his throat and through his limbs.
Collapsing and panting, he wheezed, “ Blood…. Blossom…damn….”
Sam immediately ran down the hallway and into one of the guest bedrooms to dispose of the contents of the pill in one of the bathroom lavatories.
Running back to Daniel, she gently lifted up his head. He winced. “ Jesus Sam… she’s been poisoning both sides…. That amount of blood blossom…? Ingested? I can’t even fathom how he’s still alive right now!”
Sam winced. “ Danny? She’s dangerous. I’d keep him as far away from her as possible if I were you. That was just one pill. She wanted me to give him more than one…”
Daniel felt his stomach lurch. There was a wince and he shakily got back to his feet with Sam’s help. A startled yelp shot up from Vlad’s bedroom and Daniel immediately phased through the wall. Vlad was now floating slightly over the bed and staring wide-eyed at his hands. Silver hair was sticking up as if he had just rubbed against a trampoline, and he was shaking slightly. Daniel went to step forward only for Vlad to turn abruptly.
Flinging his arms out dizzily, Vlad warned. “ Daniel?… Ugh-” Vlad swayed and Daniel again went to step forward. Vlad floated back slightly to avoid contact and an arch of static electricity shot up from the bed and tacked onto his own arm, causing him to wince.
Daniel’s eyes widened and Vlad continued, “… Stay back… something’s off with my powers again…”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “ Vlad? Can’t I leave you alone for five minutes without you getting into some sort of mess?”
Somewhat more awake, the adult smiled tiredly. “ I need someone to keep me in line, don’t I? Villain remember?”
Daniel laughed and gently kicked off from the ground to help Vlad. Vlad’s eyes widened apprehensively, “ Daniel? What are you-?” Seeing Daniel’s hair spiking up and floating from the static, Vlad burst out laughing.
Daniel grinned. “ You should see your hair. You look like you stuck your fingers in a power outlet.”
Realizing Daniel was right, Vlad tentatively poked a strand only to yelp again because of the sudden zap.
Daniel burst into hysterics. “ Uh… Fruit-Loop? Maybe it would be in your best interests to ground yourself? Like stepping on the floor so the charge can dissipate?”
Vlad’s eyes widened and he raised an eyebrow. “ That’s a swell observation, Daniel but I think this is a little more electrical build up than the floor can handle.”
Daniel grinned wickedly. “ Oh really?”
Vlad felt something twist in his gut. “ Urm…. Little Badger? What are you-?”
Before Vlad could finish the statement a small zap from Daniel’s hand reverberated through his shoulder blade, causing him to grimace. “ Daniel… that’s not nice, boy!”
Daniel smiled widely, “ What are you going to do about it Plasmius?”
Vlad grinned and casually poked Daniel.
“ Yeoachhhh!” Daniel immediately began rubbing his chest. “ Gosh, that smarts!”
A small giggle leaked from the doorway and both men turned to see Sam trying to restrain herself behind black and purple nails. “ Pfff. You two are hilarious.”
Daniel smirked and seeing Vlad distracted, he quickly flew up closer to him and shifted back into Fenton. Vlad’s eyes narrowed. “ Don’t you dare.”
Daniel grinned. “ I’m just giving Unkie Vladdie a hug….”
And with that Daniel’s duplicate dispersed and the Daniel behind Vlad latched his arms around the adult before tackling them both to the floor. Sharp prickles of static and zaps of electricity zipped across the floorboards as they collided. Vlad blacked out slightly and awoke to Daniel and Sam worriedly looming over him.
Groaning, Vlad tiredly rubbed his head. There was a sleepy growl as he looked to Daniel flatly, “ Brat? Let’s just…stick with Fruit-Loop?”
Sam turned to Daniel and elbowed him. “ I think he hit his head when you tackled him.”
Daniel smirked. “ Well considering I grounded Vlad Plasmius, it’s not too surprising he bonked his head.”
Vlad snorted. “ That was a terrible pun.”
Sam and Daniel both raised an eyebrow. Sam grinned, “ I stand corrected. He’s fairly alert considering everything.”
Vlad groaned again and tried to sit up only to start falling backward. Daniel latched onto his shoulder to keep him upright. “ I’m right here. Can we stop addressing me in the third person, Ms. Manson?”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “ Sorry, old habits die hard considering you’ve been unconscious most of the evening.”
Vlad nodded slightly. “ Yeah… sorry about that… I don’t know what happened…Frankly, I don’t remember getting out of bed.” Gripping a hand to his brow Vlad sighed tiredly, oblivious to the two teenager’s knowing glances at one another.
I initially told myself I would not do wangxian week because I actually have a lot of work to do and I’m falling behind. So naturally, I just reworked my schedule so that I could do wangxian week AND all my work. I hope you enjoy!
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day 1: running on the roof of the world
Wei Wuxian has figured out time travel. And he went back in time. One problem… he’s unsure of how to go forward. With a younger version of himself chasing him for answers, and a younger Lan Wangji very close to figuring out who he is, Wei Wuxian needs to figure out how to get back before things escalate.
Wangxian week day 1: -Family -Chances -Time travel AU
The golden eyes of the man were focused on the instrument, his perfect skin practically glowing in the moonlight, his long hair swaying in the midnight breeze. Wei Wuxian drew in a breath. Lan Wangji, the second prince Lan, was up on the rooftop at midnight, playing his Guqin. Wei Wuxian was immediately mystified by the beauty of the man on the roof.
And in his chest, though he tried to deny the warm and sudden feeling, Wei Wuxian’s heart skipped a beat.
Wangxian week day 2: -Emperor’s smile -Music -Royalty AU
Wei Ying, his brain said as the man with the blue scrunchie started walking out the store. Wei Ying. His Wei Ying. Lan Zhan quickly jumped the very low door separating his workspace and the café area, much to the protest of the lady who was waiting at the counter. But Lan Zhan didn’t care. Because this man was Wei Ying. His Wei Ying.
day 4: wreckage breaks the peace, but sews us together
“Huanguang-Jun, he got hurt in the arena, they won’t give us medical coverage because Master Wei has a criminal record, Jie-Jie is busy working her shift at the public medic bay, I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go-”
“Shut up,” Lan Wangji spat, moving the curtain aside and stepping into his small living quarters. Blood was dripping off of Wei Wuxian now, onto Lan Wangji’s hands, onto the floor, onto Lan Wangji’s clothes. Shit. “Shut up, shut up shut up.”
“And… we’ve come to ask you, seeing as your husband is dead, permission to court you?”
Lan Wangji’s mind went blank for a second, his false pleasantness and miniscule respect towards this man snapping in two, then shattering into small shards, never to be recovered again. Lan Wangji’s eyes widened at the man’s still smiling face, clenching his hands tight, feeling the hilt of his sword shift under the pressure of his fingers. Lan Wangji didn’t even try to hold back.
Lan Wangji died at Qiongqi pass, pierced by a thousand arrows, each one meant for Wei Wuxian. And Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what to do. Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what to do.
Wangxian week day 6: -Sacrifices -Devotion -Role reversion
“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring… I ask you to be mine.”
