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Watching the new Little Mermaid finally and Grimsby tells Eric he wants to have “a quiet word” with him and I almost burst out laughing. 🤣🤣🤣
OMG STOP HE DOES?? HAHAHA I just started it last night but my brain was going all directions so I didn’t finish it and I MISSED it, omg, I must see this part 👀
*stumbles in through the doorway with crazy hair, a wildly precarious sheaf of papers tucked under an arm and a half-drunk pot of coffee in one hand*
DELLS
DELLSYBELLSY
I HAVE A PROMPTY QUESTION/QUESTIONY PROMPT DELLS
Okay.
So.
Okay.
What would happen if -
- I know, I know this is dark but hear me out -
What would happen if
Qui-Gon or Tholme found out one of their disaster children was engaging in self-harm on purpose?
OR
What would happen if one of the disaster babies was actually *terrified* (I mean needlessly, we know, but still) of corporal punishment?
I have literally wracked my brain in an attempt to write my own fic about these but the plain and simple truth is no one does it like you, Dells. Please I beg 😭
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH
MY FRIEND
YOU WANT TO TAP INTO MY ANGSTY WRITING 👀 AND LEAN FAR INTO HURT/COMFORT. I SEE YOU, I SEE YOU, AND OH. OH I HEAR YOU. OHHHH.
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I’M HAVING THOUGHTS. I AM. THEY ARE CIRCLING IN MY TINY BRAIN. I CAN MAKE NO PROMISES BUT THANK YOU FOR PLANTING THESE SEEDS 👀
also 🥺 you are always so sweet and so kind to me and I thank you 😭💙
Idk if you take requests or ever saw the show/game... but would you ever write, like, an Ellie & Joel fic from The Last of Us? Like th Disaster Children ones 🥺
oh 🥺 I’m glad you enjoy my disaster children series! I appreciate requests but I can’t guarantee anything (the muse does what the muse wants) but thank you for planting the seed in my head! 🩵
my friend @darthdreamer98 wrote an Ellie and Joel fic that I highly recommend if you haven’t read it yet!
Hello ! 😁
So I’m kinda obsessed with your star wars fic and I was wondering if you were planning on writting more soon? (Not to stress you or anything, I’m just genuinely curious)
Also do you have perhaps any WIP or solmething like that (with Obi-wan being the one in trouble. Or maybe Anakin AND Obi-wan) that you wouldn’t mind sharing? If not, it’s alright of course
Babes! 🥺 I’m so touched that you enjoy my fic! Thank you for sharing that with me 🫂 I am planning to write more; life has just gotten in the way, but I am still heavily obsessed with Qui-Gon Jinn and his two disaster children
I do have something 👀
I believe the intention with this one (I started it a month ago so details are a bit fuzzy!) is Qui-Gon was just returning from a day away and got home a little earlier than expected:
When Qui-Gon Jinn opened the door to his quarters, the absolute last thing he expected to see was the sight that greeted him this particular evening. Evidently, the occupants of his apartment were equally shocked, as a sudden hush fell over the room, and they all looked at him with mingled expressions of joy, horror, shock, and dismay.
Qui-Gon took in the sight of the four children in front of him, unsure whether he ought to sigh or chuckle at the state of them. Each one of them was covered head to toe in dripping mud; it was as endearing to witness as it was a complete and utter mess spoiling the floors of his apartment.
He could hardly recognize them through the mud, but their Force signatures were unmistakable, and there was no doubt in his mind that if he were to catch four people dripping mud in his apartment, it would be none other than Obi-Wan, Anakin, Quinlan, and Aayla.
The air in the room was so still he was almost certain they were all holding their breaths.
“My,” he said mildly, stepping further into the apartment as the door quietly shut behind him.
Obi-Wan and Quinlan looked to each other as Anakin looked to them and Aayla attempted to look anywhere else, meeting no one’s gaze.
The urge to laugh was getting stronger.
“Dare I ask?”
“Master, it’s not what it looks like,” Obi-Wan began.
Qui-Gon raised his brow, quite curious as to how it could be anything but what it looked like.
“We were only… you see, what happened was… well, what I mean to say is…”
Quinlan flourished his muddy hand, loose droplets splattering before him. “You are not seeing this right now.”
Obi-Wan elbowed him hard in the side, the mud squelching. “You idiot!”
“I’m joking!” Quinlan yelped. “I wouldn't really try to mind trick your master!”
Again, Qui-Gon supplied mentally, recalling a time in Quinlan and Obi-Wan’s early youth when, desperate to not receive a well-earned spanking for mischief they’d gotten into, Quinlan had tried doing just that.
“I’ll tell you what, young ones,” Qui-Gon spoke calmly, looking at each one of them in turn, holding his gaze on them even after their eyes darted away in guilt and embarrassment, “we can discuss this matter in detail after you all have bathed. Aayla, you take the refresher first. Boys, each of you find a corner until it’s your turn.”
“The corner?” Anakin whined in dismay.
“Yes, little one,” Qui-Gon affirmed. “Quinlan, I am going to step out to fetch you and your padawan fresh clothes from your apartment down the hall. I expect each of you to be exactly where you have been told to be when I return. Have I made that expectation clear?”
He received four quiet “Yes, Masters”. He nodded.
“Very well. I will return momentarily.”
Only when he was on the other side of the door, alone in the privacy of the deserted hallway, did Qui-Gon allow himself to laugh aloud.
He would treasure the precious memory of the sight of the four of them dripping mud for quite some time.
There you have it! I have a few spanktember fics sitting in the dusty drafts folders that I may one day return to, but I hope to be able to post something again soon! I miss writing these guys 💙
delllllllllllzzzz! any chance of a wip snippet? we're on tenterhooks for you to grace us with your lovely, brilliant content!!
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babes! 🥺😭💙 this is so sweet to find in my inbox, thank you so much!
I do not have anything recently written—life kind of derailed about September-ish, in extremely good ways and some not-so-great ways too. BUT. I have ventured into the archives of my Google drive for you and found you this and I am hoping I have not shared this before
(for context, young!padawan Anakin is having trouble sleeping and comm’d Obi-Wan for help, who directed him to wake up Master):
“Whatever, Obi-Wan.” Anakin dragged himself out of bed and left his bedroom, padding across his quarters to Qui-Gon’s door. It was open as it always was, and the only sound inside was Qui-Gon softly breathing. Anakin hesitated at the doorway, reluctant to disturb him. “Do I have to?” he whispered into the comm.
“Yes.”
Obi-Wan’s voice through the comm seemed especially loud in the quiet of Qui-Gon’s room than it had in Anakin’s, and Anakin panicked and shut the link down before it could wake Qui-Gon. It was difficult to tell, but Qui-Gon’s eyes didn’t seem like they’d opened, and his breathing was still slow and even. Coming here had been a poor idea; there was no need to bother his master. Anakin turned to leave, but before he could make a single step away, he heard Qui-Gon say, “Ani.”
Anakin stopped and turned back, feeling sheepish. “Sorry, Master.”
Qui-Gon stretched his arm out towards Anakin. “Come.”
It was a hard gesture to resist. Anakin stepped forward into the room and came to sit on Qui-Gon’s bed. He attempted to try the mature thing of just sitting there, but Qui-Gon reached out and pulled him into his arms, allowing no choice in the matter. Anakin snuggled against his chest like he was ten years old again, just a small thing in need of a good cuddle. He was far too old for it now, but Qui-Gon didn’t seem to be willing to negotiate the matter.
“Trouble sleeping still?”
“Obi-Wan won’t take me for sweet ice,” Anakin explained sulkily.
Qui-Gon chuckled. “At this hour? Did you truly expect him to?”
“He should.”
“It’s too late for sweet ice.”
“You sound just like him,” Anakin complained. “It’s never too late for sweet ice, and ten is too early for bed.”
“Ten is a perfectly reasonable time for bed, especially for padawans who disobeyed their bedtimes the night before.”
Anakin pulled a face. “I’m not disobeying tonight, Master. Really. I just can’t sleep.”
“Would you like to talk about why?”
Anakin shook his head. He knew that question was coming, but he still didn’t want to answer it. “No.”
“All right. What would help?”
“Sweet—”
“Besides sweet ice,” Qui-Gon added, his tone mild and amused. “Tea?”
Anakin made the same repulsed noise as he has on the comm with Obi-Wan when he had suggested the same thing.
“You may find it helps more than you’d expected,” Qui-Gon offered. “You won’t know unless you give it a try.”
“Tea is disgusting. No thanks.”
“All right.” Qui-Gon hugged him. “Then close your eyes and rest here.”
“Master, I’ve tried. I think I’m just not meant to go to sleep this early. I should sleep in the day and be awake at night.”
“That will not be happening, little one. You need your rest, and as you have many activities and lessons and training during the day, you will have to sleep at night in order to be rested for all of your commitments.”
I am also writing a little fic for a winter exchange that I will hopefully finish! 🤞 It’s not Star Wars though (although 👀 I’m having Thoughts™️ 👀 so if we’re lucky maybe I’ll write a SW thing before Christmas🤞)
Thank you so much babes 🥺 I hope to get my life together enough to have time to write again—I miss it!
Hi!!!! I just read your Qui-Gon and his children fics and I love them!!! ( I adore aquí-Gon lives and his a papa to Obi wan and Anakin fics)
May i request ( if you are taking prompts) a wee fic about Qui-Gon ( though he might be very elderly at this point) meeting Leia’s boyfriend/ fiancé Han Solo? I need over protective grandpa/grandmaster Qui-Gon in my life . 😂 maybe he has a toda cane and Han is afraid he’s gonna get smacked with it; or he’s over cocky and Qui-Gon threatens him with it . Bonus points for over protective Anakin, Luke and Obi wan.
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I LOVE THIS!!! 👀 I am definitely writing this down for a future fic! ✍🏻
Thank you babes! 🥰💕
Helloooo, it's me again :) A soft, mildly angsty padawan Obi-Wan thought for your evening:
When Obi-Wan is sixteen or seventeen, Qui-Gon is called on a week-long mission without his apprentice. He's a little worried about his padawan, but Obi-Wan seems entirely unphased, even relieved; after all, he's in the late teenage stage where adults are more of a nuisance than a comfort. So Qui-Gon goes, and Obi-Wan stays.
Surprisingly, there's few shenanigans while Qui-Gon is away. He calls his padawan everyday, and he seems alright, though strangely absent and brief, and it only grows the longer he's away. Furthermore, he can feel a growing restlessness in his padawan; he can't quite name it, but it's there, a dull, constant ache. It's nothing big, but it's enough for Qui-Gon to be mildly concerned, especially seeing as when he asks, Obi-Wan snaps that he has no idea what his master's talking about.
As soon as his mission is completed, he hurries back to the Temple to find Obi-Wan and get to the bottom of this. When he gets home, it's so late that it's early. Even though he knows Obi-Wan will be asleep, he goes to check on him, just to see him--
--and he's not in his room.
For a moment, Qui-Gon wants to be angry--it's well past midnight and the boy knows their rules about staying out late--but he can sense Obi-Wan very close by. He follows the trail to his own pitch-dark room, and it's there that he finds his padawan, curled up asleep in the bed that's too big for someone so young and swaddled in one of Qui-Gon's robes, looking small and fragile and sad. Only then does Qui-Gon realize what's been plaguing the bond, what his padawan has been trying so hard to hide: homesickness. Under all that teenage bravado, his boy has apparently been quite lonely.
As quickly and quietly as he can manage, Qui-Gon cleans himself up and climbs into bed with his still-sleeping padawan. If Obi-Wan happens to roll over into his master's arms and cuddle up like a cold lothkitten as soon as Qui-Gon's weight hits the mattress, well, Qui-Gon isn't telling. (And he certainly isn't letting on that he can feel Obi-Wan in the Force as he does, and that he knows the boy isn't quite asleep ;3)
SOBBING
BABES
IT’S SO SOFT!!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!! I LOVE THE SNUGGLES IN THE BED TOGETHER AND OBI SLEEPING IN QUIS ROOM BECAUSE HE MISSED HIM SO MUCH 🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 OH MY GOD. ITS PERFECT. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, ITS SO SOFT AND SWEET AND COMFORTING. I LOVE IT.
The ask about Qui-Gon and the kidnappers inspired me, and I’ve drank just enough to be slightly maudlin, so before I lose courage: Qui-Gon carries his apprentice back to their ship. He leaves him in the medbay just long enough to turn on auto-pilot, then turns back to tend to his Apprentice. He washes off the blood, tends to the bruises, bandages his head, his arm, his foot (Obi-Wan had lost one of his boots before Qui-Gon could get to him, and for some reason the bare, bleeding foot is what sticks with Qui-Gon the most), and settles him on a cot.
Qui-Gon knows logically that what he did was wrong. He knows that he should not have given in to his emotions, should not have given in to the dark, should have found a less violent way to free his Apprentice. He can practically hear his Master’s voice scolding his as of old, reminding him of his hot-headedness and reminding him to find a better way, to be a Jedi.
But knowing something logically is different from believing it, and as Qui-Gon looks down at his boy, he knows he is beyond fooling himself, and that, for better or for worse, things are different when it comes to Obi-Wan. So when he strokes his Apprentice’s hair during a nightmare, he does not try to convince himself that he would do this for anyone. When he kisses his boy’s forehead, he does not try to believe he would do that for any being in their fitful sleep. And when the nightmares get so bad that he finally crawls into the bed and pulls his son close, shielding him, he knows better than to convince himself that this is a Jedi’s duty to anyone in need.
And when a jolt announces the ship’s landing, stirring Qui-Gon awake - he has witnessed births, and sensed the feelings of fathers as they watched their babies open their eyes for the first time. This is the closest analogue he can find to when Obi-Wan feels the jolt, stirs, and finally opens his eyes again.
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S O B B I N G
ANON! THAT LAST LINE!!! OH MY GOD!! IT TOOK ME O U T! THIS IS WONDERFUL 😭😭😭 I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS OMG
THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’M SO GLAD YOU SHARED THIS WITH ME 🥺😭💕
