#jon antilles and knol ven'nari

[kbirbpods]

Original Work: rise up and head on home by blackkat [ @blackkatmagic ]

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationship: Jon Antilles & Knol Ven'nari

Tags: Pre-Canon, First Meeting, Past Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship

Audio Length: 10 minutes and 17 seconds

Summary: “Too slow, kid,” a voice calls, half a second before a pebble bounces off the top of Jon's head.

Recorded by: @kbirbpods & @flowerparrish

[fairycatfawn]

[blackkatmagic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nico Diath/Jaster Mereel, Nico Diath/Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Dooku | Darth Tyranus/Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal Characters: Nico Diath, Knol Ven'nari, Jon Antilles, Jaster Mereel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Humor, Friendship, Divorce, Salty Academics Series: Part 27 of hawks 'verse Summary:

“Dooku is dating who?” Nico demands, and if his voice cracks—

Well. After thirty years he thinks he has the right to be a little emotional, hearing that.

[flowerparrish]

Rated: General Audiences

Relationship: Jon Antilles & Knol Ven’nari

Length: 198 words

Summary:

Jon’s only known Knol for a little over a year, and he’s already seen her do much more impressive things.

Fluff February Day 5 - Amber

[duron1ar]

fasten their shadows to my neck

“Be careful,” Jon says, though Nico likely doesn’t need the reminder. “If the Sith Lord notices—”

“Then he’d best not,” Nico says, and vanishes with a ripple of light. A moment later, the door opens, then shuts again, and Knol snorts.

“Fancy tricks, all of you,” she says, amused, and takes the hand Jon offers her.

“Says the woman who eats fire,” Jon says. “With the Force.”

[generallynerdy]

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.

Read on AO3

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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, and feeling 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 him now, but the first few seconds he couldn’t pull it off were torture.

As it turns out, lava burns. It burns like shame, like failure, 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 and folds the 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, so pure, 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 hope so.”

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 you did save 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 is healing.

“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’t horrified. 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. It aches. 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?”

He never gets an answer.

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[oceankat8]

Hey guys! I found that last page we were looking for. looks like they forgot it on the official release? wild.

[chiafett-moved]

Gracious - Febuwhump 2021

To say that Knol’s not thrilled to meet Fay’s new pet project would be an understatement. He’s one of An’ya’s and Fay’s already warned her to be ‘gentle, Knol, he’s only a child.’ 

Yeah, he probably is only a child. A child with a deadly skill set and a hell of a lot of issues. Knol really doesn’t want to deal with teen angst on today’s mission. 

“You know, you were a teenager only a few years ago,” Fay chides, cresting the hill and approaching Knol. 

Knol very nearly startles. Fay has a tendency to continue conversations that never began, something which has never ceased to unsettle Knol. On this fine morning, she’s got company. Fay is being trailed by a tall, thin shadow in a dark robe that borders on ridiculous in its size. She can’t see the kid’s face but this must be-

“Knight Jon Antilles,” Fay introduces, stepping aside and ushering the kid towards Knol. He’s not having it, and Fay sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Jon, take that hood off, will you? You look like a wraith.” 

Jon hesitates, but reaches up to pull his hood back. He is young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, but his face is cut through with several old scars. His dark hair is tied up in a sloppy knot at the base of his skull and he regards Knol like one might regard a particularly large bomb. “Hello,” he murmurs. 

“Hey, there,” she says, overly bright. He takes a half-step back, glancing quickly to Fay before aiming that stare back at her. Knol rolls her eyes. “I’m Knol. Why is your name Jon Antilles?”

Jon’s eyes widen and he looks to Fay again, clearly unsure of how to respond. Knol snickers. Fay doesn’t find her antics so amusing, though, and shoots her a warning look. 

“Alright,” Fay says. “Now that we’re all introduced, let’s talk strategy. We need to get into that warehouse and out again with the codes without being noticed.”

They’re noticed. They’re so noticed it’s not even funny. Knol deflects a shot back at the bounty hunter who fired it and grabs Jon by the arms, dragging him out the doors. Of course, the kid chooses now to start fighting her, thrashing and kicking and biting. 

“Kid, let’s go, we’ve got to get out of here,” she growls, yanking him out of the warehouse and dumping him on the ground just outside. He slumps into the grass and she kneels next to him, grabbing his chin and tipping his face up to look in his eyes. 

He jerks as soon as she touches him, trying to back up and panicking when he hits the side of the building. “Let go,” he snarls, trying to kick her again.

“Jon. Jon. Kid, it’s still me. Let me get a look at you.” She takes a foot to the knee and yelps. “Jon! Kid, you’ve got to calm down.” 

Finally, he relaxes enough for her to push his hair back and look in his eyes. They’re cloudy and unfocused, pupils huge and nearly swallowing the hazel irises. His nose is bleeding and he’s startlingly hot to the touch. Fuck. Myrilian bounty hunters don’t kriff around with fast-acting poison. 

“Fay,” she calls back into the warehouse. “We need to go now!” 

“A little busy, darling,” comes the reply, accompanied by a crash and a wave of Force that goes over her and leaves her fur standing on end. A bounty hunter screams. 

“Alright, Antilles, it’s just you and me,” she mutters, getting her hands under the kid’s arms. He’s barely aware right now; there’s no way he’s walking out under his own power. 

He might not be in such a bad way if he’d chilled the fuck out after he’d been poisoned, like Fay and Knol told him to, but he hadn’t. He’d spent the last twenty minutes doing his damndest to be everywhere at once, hopping from place to place with that weird-ass teleporting thing and taking down bounty hunters and droids left and right. He’d be spent even if he hadn’t been poisoned. 

Well, there’s nothing to be done about it now, Knol reflects, pulling the kid to his feet and dodging a clumsy punch. “Come on, Antilles, Fay’s about to blow the place and I don’t want to go down with it.” 

“Le’go,” Jon slurs, tumbling forward as soon as he’s on his feet. “Don’ touch me…” 

“We’re past that,” she says, scooping him up into a bridal carry. “Fay, any day now!” 

Right on cue, Fay comes sprinting out of the warehouse, blonde hair streaming behind her. “I’m here,” she says, not even out of breath. Show off. 

“Good,” Knol says, and starts running. 

They make it a hundred yards before Fay turns and raises her open hands to the warehouse, closing them to fists and bringing the whole thing down on itself. Knol barely notices, preoccupied with the way Jon has started seizing in her arms, labored breaths giving way to desperate, choking gasps. 

Fay steps to her, all business. “Set him down,” she commands. 

Knol does as she’s told, laying Jon down on the grass. Fay drops to her knees next to him, placing her hands on his head as he twitches and writhes and grinds his teeth. The poor kid’s pale as death and Knol balls her hands into fists as Fay pulls his head and shoulders into her lap. 

She closes her eyes and bends over Jon, dropping into a Healing Trance. Almost immediately, the convulsions stop, but so does Jon’s breathing. Knol bites her tongue as Fay sinks deeper, flattening her hands against his temples. “Come on, Jon,” she coaxes. “Come back to me.” Jon jolts and takes a deep, spasming breath. “There you go. Come on back.” 

Knol kneels next to them as Fay works, eyes closed and expression serene. She goes quickly, and Knol can feel the care with which she stitches Jon back together, expelling the poison and healing the worst of the injuries he’d collected. 

At last, after a few tense, silent minutes, Jon’s eyes slide open. He blinks up at Fay, disoriented. “Mm?” 

“There you are,” she says, smiling. She smoothes back a few loose pieces of his hair and takes his hand in hers. “I believe you scared Knol,” she laughs. 

“Ha, funny,” Knol scoffs, rising to her feet. 

To Fay’s dismay, Jon tries to follow her. When Fay protests, he gets an elbow underneath himself and croaks, “‘M fine, we should get moving.”

“Uh-uh,” Knol says, leaning back down and putting a hand on his shoulder. He starts, but she stays steady, pushing him back down into Fay’s lap. It doesn’t take much effort. “Stay down, kid. You’re exhausted.” And still warm to the touch. Even with Fay’s work, he’ll need some time to recover. 

Jon goes down, but the look on his face could kindly be described as panic mixed with confusion. He looks from Fay to Knol and back again and Fay sighs, setting her hands on his shoulders. 

“Rest, Jon,” she says. “Force knows you need it.” Then, to Knol, “Come here.” 

Knol obeys, stepping to Fay, and is rewarded with a hand on her hip and a rush of warmth that sets her broken finger and mends the bruises and cuts she’d accumulated during the fight. Knol nods in thanks, then turns her gaze to the smoldering remains of the warehouse. 

“I’ll go and get the equipment,” she offers. “We can set up camp here, stay the night, leave in the morning?” 

Fay nods, thanks visible in her eyes and tangible in the Force. Jon relaxes a bit. Knol still makes him nervous. 

She makes for the hills.

By the time she returns, backpack on and duffle bag in her hand, the sun is dipping below the mountains. Fay is sitting exactly where she was when Knol left, legs crossed, meditating. Jon is out cold with his head in her lap and his stupid cloak covering him like a blanket. Knol sets her things down a few meters away and begins assembling the tent. It should be big enough for the three of them, and she’s got rations and some firebricks as well. 

It’s quick, easy work, and by the time darkness falls, they’ve got a tent and a fire. Knol sits next to Fay, leaving some space in case the kid wakes up and decides it’s freak-out time again. He seems pretty dead to the world, though, so she hazards an attempt at conversation. 

“Where did you find him?” she asks Fay.

Fay hums, idly twisting a strand of Jon’s hair around her finger. “Lost,” is all she says. “He was lost and alone and hurting, and he agreed to come with me.” 

“Of course.” Why does she even bother asking direct questions?

Fay chuckles, turning to face her. Her hair looks unreal in the firelight, flickering and changing quicker than the flames. “What do you think of him?”

“He’s a good kid,” Knol admits. “Got a hell of a right hook on him.” 

Fay laughs again, clear and bright and short. “That he does. That he does.” She turns back to the fire, smiling softly. 

“Seriously, though. Who the fuck named him ‘Jon Antilles?’”

[legomocfodder]

A bit of a throwback set of minifigs today.

Knol Ven'nari, Nico Diath, Obi-Wan, Fay, and Jon Antilles.

These Jedi appeared in one issue of the 2002 Clone Wars comic, and sadly Obi-Wan was the only one to survive that mission

NSFW blogs do not reblog!

[lithuvia]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Antilles/Jaster Mereel Characters: Jon Antilles, Jaster Mereel, Fay (Star Wars), Knol Ven'nari, Nico Diath, Tae Diath, Original Characters, Governor of Galidraan (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Touch-Starved, Identity Porn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, True Mandalorians (Star Wars), The Darksaber, Korda 6 Didn't Happen, barely, Jon Just Wants a Shower and a Nap, He Gets Both of Those, and so much more! - Freeform, Jaster Just Wants his Space-Ducks in a Row, He Does Not Get That Summary:

Jon has been silently aiding the True Mandalorians for over a year now. Jaster’s been trying to catch his helpful ghost for almost as long. Things come to a head with the mysterious death of Tor Visla, and the tentative stirrings of diplomacy between Concord Dawn and the Republic.

Or

It’s about the hands.

[ao3feed-theoldguard]

by Mablung17

Fay’s eyes flicker, the gunshot through her cheek slowly sealing closed. She makes a tiny breathless sound of inarticulate pain. No matter how many times this happens, it still hurts. The others are slowly coming to as well. Each of them giving miniscule twitches and hisses of pain as their wounds close. Knol whines as a bullet is slowly forced out from a shot through her neck. Nico’s hand scrabbles across the floor, latching on to the grip of his fallen gun. Fay has started to pull herself up, getting her hands under herself in jerky, painful motions. The soldiers haven’t noticed them getting back up yet. Their weapons held loosely, pointed towards the ground. The sounds of quiet conversation covering the shifting as Fay and the others get their feet under them. Fay is halfway to her hands and knees when the first soldier notices them.

Words: 1759, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Republic (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jon Antilles, Knol Ven'nari, Fay (Star Wars), Nico Diath, CT-7567 | Rex, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-1010 | Fox, CT-27-5555 | Fives | ARC-5555, CT-5597 | Jesse

Relationships: Jon Antilles/CT-7567 | Rex, Jon Antilles & Nico Diath & Fay & Knol Ven'nari, Jon Antilles & Nico Diath & Fay & Knol Ven'nari & Rex

Additional Tags: character death but nobody stays dead, except Palpatine, Kidnapping, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, no knowledge of the old guard required, no spoilers for the old guard, Medical Experimentation

via AO3 works tagged 'The Old Guard (Movie 2020)'

[kbirbpods]

Original Work:  hope you're keeping warm by @flowerparrish on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Jon Antilles & Knol Ven'nari

Tags: Developing Friendships, Gift Giving, Jedi Culture & Tradition (Star Wars), An'ya Kuro's A+ Parenting, Jon Antilles Needs a Hug, Touch-Starved, Touch Aversion, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Audio Length: 4 minutes and 6 seconds

Summary:

“Got a present for you, Vagrant.” He sighs.

[ao3feed-aaylably]

like a dark horse made of air

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2wnrLNi

by blackkat

Getting flung five years into the past is pretty much a miracle. Crash-landing on the weirdest Jedi Master he's ever had the misfortune to meet is a lot more like one extended headache for Rex, especially when he also has to contend with a brand new Force sensitivity, old friends, a Force spirit wearing a familiar face, Sith Lords, ruthless cloners, and the looming shadow of a coming war.

Maybe it really would have been easier to make like Obi-Wan and find a nice, sandy planet to bury himself on.

Words: 4201, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5052 | Bly, Jon Antilles, Aayla Secura, CC-2224 | Cody, Quinlan Vos, Shmi Skywalker, Fay (Star Wars), Nico Diath, Knol Ven'nari, An’ya Kuro | Dark Woman

Relationships: Jon Antilles/CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura, CC-2224 | Cody/Quinlan Vos

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Order 66, Humor, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Force-Sensitive Rex, Jedi Training (Star Wars), Fix-It, Eventual Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2wnrLNi

[blackkatmagic]

For mermay, how about Knol saving guppy Jon from an underwater volcanic eruption where dark woman left him for training purposes?

Bless you, I am always down for Knol and Jon.

hear the wind blow free

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 22 minutes, 52 seconds

Original Work: invisible string by @flowerparrish [Flowerparrish]

Clone Wars: Jon/Hevy, Jon & Knol, Hevy & Knol | Rating: T+

Summary: 

Jon seems to weigh that as silence falls between them. It's strangely comfortable for all that this is maybe one of the weirdest interactions Hevy has ever had.

Notes: podded for @flowerparrish's birthday 2024!! JonHevy college AU, my beloved rarepair

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[Podfic Link] | Length: 25 minutes, 28 seconds

Original Work: fasten their shadows to my neck by @blackkatmagic [blackkat]

Star Wars: Echo & Jon Antilles, Fay & Jon Antilles & Knol Ven'nari & Nico Diath

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

“Be careful,” Jon says, though Nico likely doesn’t need the reminder. “If the Sith Lord notices—” “Then he’d best not,” Nico says, and vanishes with a ripple of light. A moment later, the door opens, then shuts again, and Knol snorts. “Fancy tricks, all of you,” she says, amused, and takes the hand Jon offers her. “Says the woman who eats fire,” Jon says. “With the Force.”

Notes: podded for @flowerparrish's birthday 2024! blorbo squad!