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🚨 WHAT’S THIS? 🚨

A NEW FIC FROM DELLS?

ON SPANKTEMBER 1st OF ALL DAYS?

Hope you enjoy 💕

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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*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 😭💙

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stressing a lil about spanktember—i had goals to write at least four SW pieces for the month and then I was going to try to be brave and post my domestic discipline OCs but work has been such hell it’s sucked my soul creative well dry 😭 starting to look like I might not have anything to post and I’m SAD about it 😭

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I was supposed to post something today but the well of creative energy is ✨dry✨

listen babes maybe I’ll just dump a bunch of fics on a single day for different prompts, or maybe I won’t, who is to say

certainly not me

I know what I’m doing exactly 0 percent of the time

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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!

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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 💙

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delllllllllllzzzz! any chance of a wip snippet? we're on tenterhooks for you to grace us with your lovely, brilliant content!!

🥺

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!

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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.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

I LOVE THIS!!! 👀 I am definitely writing this down for a future fic! ✍🏻

Thank you babes! 🥰💕