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Modern AU where Obi-Wan is teaching a class (probably linguistics or poetry but NOT classic lit miss me with classic lit Obi ew, but possibly a few others possible but not for this AU cause he needs both a classroom and an office connected) and he’s one of those professors that has their office connected in the back (some schools do it and consider it nicer on the faculty) and halfway through the lecture the door to his office pushes open (him being the only one not noticing) and a small four year old tumbles out and goes up to him, handing him up a snack pack for him to open. He takes the pack without pausing, starts to open it, pauses… looks down… and his left eye twitches. ‘Leia where did you come from?’ *toddler points to his office* ‘did your dad put you in there? Where’s your brother.’ ‘Dad had an emergency PHD meeting with Doctor Windu. Luke’s sleeping.’

Obi-Wan sighs, counts to ten, and opens up the snack pack for the kiddo, pats her on the head and calls her his secret favorite (he tells both of them that constantly) and sends her back to her brother.

This incident is never talked about during that class but since she mentioned a dad who’s getting a PHD who put her and her brother in there, AND the students know he’s gay and has a cute partner, they just assume it’s his kids. Someone asks him about his kids next class and he thinks they saw Cody dropping him off with Mara (off to preschool) and Ahsoka (off to her classes as a sophomore) and answers about them very honestly.

There are so many mistakes being made. When they see Anakin with ‘Obi-Wan’s’ kids one day and ask him about him since they saw the kids in class one day, and Ani mentions that the academic thing runs in the family even tho they’re all adopted. This just cements it for them that Anakin and Obi-Wan are married with adopted twins.

Actually. No. Their generation was the one that partially broke the tradition. Whoops.

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

idk another sw:tcw au

Everything is the same but jedi in addition to being force sensitive are mythical creatures (dragon!Anakin, selkie!Obi-Wan)

idea 1

212th gets a briefing before meeting Obi-Wan which explains why they should never touch his Coat. The thing is, the briefing forgot to include a picture. Obi-Wan's Coat is perfectly safe and hidden while Cody gets an aneurism posting armed guards next to every cloak Obi-Wan dramatically sheds in battle. Obi-Wan thinks that Cody makes him pick up the cloaks after himself as a disciplinary action.

-Cody, dear, would you please fetch me my cloak? -General, I'm flattered but I'm not ready for marriage.

idea 2

Dragons have an innate need to hoard. Generally gold but not necessarily. Anakin hoards people. If he could have his way, he would gather everyone in one place and perch somewhere up high so he could keep an eye on everyone. Anakin loves vode piles.

7 for vox? :]

I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.)

"C'mon."

"No."

"Foooooooox. Come on."

"I can't. I've got this whole stack of forms to sign, and then I have to look over the shift schedule for the rest of the week -"

Quin grabs Fox's wildly waving hand and plucks the stylus out of his grip, tossing it carelessly behind him.

"Hey-" Fox starts, but cuts off sharply when Quinlan brings his hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to his bruised knuckles. His lips are soft and warm, and it catches Fox's breath in his throat; the tender way that Quinlan holds his hand, the low-banked simmer in his eyes as he peeks up at Fox.

"You were saying?"

Fox shakes his head and tries to remember his train of thought. Meanwhile, Quinlan's on the move; he prowls behind Fox's desk chair and lands another soft kiss to the nape of Fox's neck. It blazes along the nerve endings, standing Fox's hair on end and making him shiver.

Quinlan's purring voice doesn't help with that, either. "I know your weakness," he whispers, so close to Fox's ear that he can feel Quin's hot breath.

"The Kaminoans promised no vulnerabilites," Fox manages, breaking off into a moan when Quin's teeth just graze the shell of his ear.

"Did they?" Quinlan presses his lips to Fox's temple. "I'm seeing a few. A couple kisses and you're already distracted."

"That's not fair," Fox protests, but Quin is already continuing. "What happens if I tell you you've done so good today? That you deserve a reward?"

Fox's quick intake of breath is answer enough. The smile that spreads across Quinlan's face is sharp and affectionate, with just an edge of mockery. "Good boy," he coos when Fox stands up, and rewards him with a kiss, this time on the lips. It's less tender than the others, hungrier, making Fox press in closer and throw his arms around Quinlan's neck.

Without breaking the kiss, Quinlan scoops Fox up. His legs wind around Quinlan's solid hips, held up by the Force or Quin's strong arms. Fox can't tell, and he doesn't care, either, as Quinlan carries him off to the couch, the whole time kissing him like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

Not a bad way to go, Fox thinks, and then he can't even think anymore.

(a softer world prompts)

For the hurt/comfort prompt, would you do 5."C'mere, let me hold you-" with Fox and Wolffe, or Fox and any of his sibling ? Only if you feel like it of course

I really enjoy your writing and your characterization of all the clone troopers, thank you for sharing it

(Content warning for alcohol mention plus a character being drunk.)

Fox stands in the doorway, swaying from side to side just the slightest, hands holding onto the wall on each side. He’s still wearing his full armor and Wolffe can smell the alcohol from where he’s standing.

“Hey, Fox,” he says casually. His fingers tap onto the cup he’s holding. “Can I help you?”

Fox stands straighter. Or, at least, tries to. “Didn’t know you’d be planet-side,” he says, and yeah, definitely drunk. Wolffe wonders if here’s here to pick a fight.

“Fox,” he says. “Listen. I don’t know how you got into this ship in your state, but I’m sure your vode miss you. They’re probably looking for you all over the place.”

He stands and moves to put away the cup of caf he’d emptied. When he looks back at the door, Fox is still standing there.

“Well, do you want something?” Wolffe asks.

“I,” Fox says. His voice breaks. “I wanted to see you.”

Wolffe sighs. “You’ve seen me now. Go to bed, Fox. You’re drunk as shit.”

Fox still isn’t moving. Wolffe turns back to his cup, makes a mental note to go get more caf from Sinker, later. He only turns his head when there’s a sudden sound that almost sounds like a suppressed sob.

Fox’s helmet is off. It’s hanging by his side as he’s wiping his face with his other hand, and—

“Are you crying?” Wolffe asks.

Fox flinches. His face twists. “M’sorry,” he blurts. “I don’t want to cry. You’re right. I’m drunk.” He hiccups, and the helmet drops to the floor. Fox leans down to grab it and topples over, coming up on the floor with a quiet oof.

“Fuck, Fox,” Wolffe says, forgetting about the caf and getting on his knees beside Fox. The door glides shut behind them. Fox groans.

“Are you going to puke?” Wolffe asks. “D’you need a bucket?”

“I—I feel dizzy.”

“Maker, how much moonshine did you have,” Wolffe mutters, taking Fox’s helmet and pushing it into his brother’s hands. “Put that back on. I’m bringing you back to your barracks.”

“I jus’ thought it’d make me feel less bad.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s not a good coping mechanism. You should know better.”

Fox swallows. He’s not looking at Wolffe but he hasn’t stopped crying. Tears glide down his cheeks.

Wolffe sighs. “Why are you crying, Fox?” he asks, almost helplessly.

Fox eyes glide over him, and then he shrugs, swallowing again. “I jus’ miss you. I know y’don’t love me anymore, but I still miss you,” he says.

Wolffe pauses and blinks. “What?” he asks.

Fox looks at him. “It’s okay,” he says, as if to comfort him. “I wouldn’t love me either. Jus’ hurts. Even though it’s my fault. And it’s also kinda—it’s not. But I didn’t wan’ you t’worry. Or do somethin’ stupid. But I miss you.”

He hiccups, and suddenly something in his eyes turns desperate. “I jus’ want out of ‘ere. Wolffe, I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s never enough. I’m not enough. Can you get us out? You’re—you do rescue missions. This one’s a lot bigger. But still the same thing, right?”

“Fox, what the fuck are you talking about,” Wolffe says.

“It’s not safe here. We’re not safe.”

“Coruscant is the safest place for you to be. It’s—“

“No,” Fox sobs, and Wolffe stops in his tracks, because he’s never heard Fox sob like that before. Something in his chest twists. “It’s not, Wolffe. We’re dying. I’m dying. And, and, the fucking Senators… And I can’t protect my family, even though I try. I’m just so tired, Wolffe. Please get us out.”

“You’re dying?” Wolffe asks. Fox doesn’t seem to hear him. He shakes his head, shrinking away.

“I’m sorry, Wolffe,” he whispers. “I’m asking for too much. I know I am. I just wish we had someone like—General Koon. I wish I could fucking do something. But I can’t. Wolffe, do you understand? I can’t do anything. I just can’t do anything.”

Fox is sobbing in earnest, now, babbling incoherently. Wolffe tries to process any of his words and fails miserably, hands hovering above his knees and fighting the urge to reach out. He hangs onto the part of Fox’s drunken ramblings that’s the most unbelievable.

“You think I don’t love you?”

Fox blinks at him through his tears, breathing heavily, and stops talking. He looks utterly confused.

“I know you don’t,” he mumbles.

And Wolffe wants to cry now, too. He stares at Fox face as he feels his body crumble into itself, feels his shoulders slump and his head sink. “Fox,” Wolffe whispers. “Of course I love you. You’re my batchmate.”

“But you’re always angry with me.”

Wolffe opens his mouth and closes it again, and Fox looks at him, with glassy eyes and wet cheeks, and Wolffe finds that there’s nothing he can say. His gut twists.

“Wolffe?” Fox asks.

“Fuck,” Wolffe says, and opens his arms. Fox blinks, frowning.

“Just—C’mere, Fox. Let me hold you, please,” Wolffe says because he doesn’t know what else to do, ignoring the way his cheek feels wet. Fox definitely notices. His face twists again.

When he finally falls forward he crumbles into Wolffe’s arms with a choked sob. Wolffe slings himself around him, holding tightly, and Fox buries his face in the nape of Wolffe’s neck as Wolffe rests his head on Fox’s shoulder, inhaling sharply.

“I’ve got’cha,” Wolffe mutters, stroking his fingers through Fox’s curls. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Slowly, the tension seeps out of Fox, until he’s lying in Wolffe’s arms, slumped over, apparently drained of all strength. His breathing slows.

Wolffe makes a decision.

“You’re staying with me tonight,” he says, and, fuck, yeah, he’s crying. His voice wavers. Fox continues crying softly, and though Wolffe isn’t sure if he can hear him, he keeps talking. “You’re going to stay with me, and in the morning we’ll talk, and I’ll do everything I can to help you. That sound okay?”

Fox nods. Wolffe feels it more than he sees it.

Only five minutes later Foz falls asleep like that, still hugging Wolffe. Wolffe hadn’t thought he’d be this exhausted, but then again, apparently there’s a lot of things he didn’t know.

✨Fresh paint!✨

Animagus AU again

Rex: *standing there with adolescent monkey Ahsoka on his shoulder, quietly grooming his non existent hair*

Anakin: *comes over and looks at everyone for a long moment* Why is Echo crying?

Echo: *feeding bat Fives some watermelon*

Fives: *wrapped up like a burrito in a soft bat blankie while monching and cronching his noms*

Rex: Have you SEEN Fives eat watermelon? It’s cute. I cry sometimes too.

Anakin: *goes over to watch Fives eat his noms* Oh… oh no… they’re right…

Anakin: *turns back to look at Ahsoka* Hey! Why aren’t you cute like that? I watched you shove an entire banana in your mouth this morning, that wasn’t cute! Be cute!

Ahsoka: *fake sadness, hiding her laughing little monkey face in Rex’s neck*

Rex, upon mistaking that for real sadness: *holding her little body close, very protective* First of all, how DARE you-

I am having thoughts about Corrie Massiffs.

About them being trained as emotional support animals as well as their actual jobs.

About them being long lived (maybe 30-50 year life span) and choosing their corries as their people to protect.

Sensing when their corries need support and helping them though panic attacks and anxiety issues, helping them sleep and guarding them through the night. Helping with their fears and drawing them out of dark spiralling thoughts and having the best hugs.

Thinking about the Corries also being the massiffs emotional support people who do just as much for them, who love them oh so dearly. Who play games with them and always try to get them treats and protect them with everything they have.

Thinking about the way the Massiffs would calm their corries down, little nudges and heads on laps or sitting on them entirely.

Thinking about how neither the corrie nor the massiff like to be apart.

Thinking about about them whining over the bodies of their corries and refusing to move, nudging them desperate for them to wake up. Having to be pulled away and never being the same after.

Thinking about them sitting by the door to the icebox room and refusing to move until their corrie comes back, then following right next to them as they're helped to a space to lie down and curling up with them so their person can take their body heat and feel warm and safe and letting their corries hug tight.

Thinking about the massiffs sitting outside the med bay and just whining and scratching on the door. About Grizzer refusing to move and sounding distressed after Hound was carried in and about Hound finally waking with Grizzer on his lap.

About everything getting all too much all of a sudden for Pup and Bumble pulling him away to get him somewhere quieter and then putting her head in his lap and licking his face and being a warm solid presence for Pup to focus on and calm down and feel safe.

About massiffs knowing their corries are overworking themselves and trying to make them sleep. Of Grizzer knowing it upsets Hound and that Fox is almost his person too so he steals Fox's datapad and leads him to his bed then sits on him. Fox scratches him behinds the ear with a very soft chuckle and admits he could probably do with a few hours.

Grizzer trying to get the smell of Palpatine off of Fox. All the massiffs trying to get the smells of Senators off their corries and take the horrible smell of distress away.

Thinking about no-Order 66 where the massiffs stay with their corries and help them with their recovery post-war and this spreading through the GAR. They get even more training on how to be support animals and they love getting to help and love their people who love them so dearly back.

Thinking about Order-66, and the massiffs not understanding whats happened to their corries. Why they're not them anymore.

About any blackout mission and their corries aren't behaving like their people and they don't smell of anything, not fear not joy not sadness not anything they can usually sense, they can't read any emotion off their corries and they don't know what to do. Trying to get them to react, trying to bring them out of it or simply waiting for them to come back and being worried until they do.

You know, just thinking thoughts...

Obi-Wan giving his Eeopie a treat everyday.

Obi-Wan buying back his stolen part and joking about having it cleaned but not getting mad and paying for it anyway.

Obi-Wan saving up his money to buy little Luke a toy starship.

Obi-Wan giving the clone trooper vet money

Obi-Wan buying Leia fun gloves even though they're on the run.

Obi-Wan realizing Leia is attached to the droid and instantly changing his tune.

BUT ALSO

The Jedi saving the Bartender.

Owen staying silent.

The girl giving Obi-Wan free spice.

Haja not only sending Obi-Wan to a ship to escape but also facing down an Inquisitor.

IS THIS SHOW ABOUT KINDNESS? I'M SO HAPPY.