#veya is Bly's daughter

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@julijuli77

Here is that second prompt for codywan, set in my fix it universe. You requested children other than anakin's, one of his brothers' kids. How about three of them XD

Prompt: #10 - making up stories to take away the child's fear of something irrational

Cody was content, half-dozing under the weight of blankets and the comforting warmth of Obi-Wan pressed against his back. He wasn’t entirely asleep, but pleasantly drowsy enough. Obi-Wan’s arm rested across his waist and his steady breath brushed against his neck. It was soothing.

“You alright?” Obi-Wan’s voice was low and rough with sleep, breaking the quiet.

“I’m fine,” Cody muttered, feeling the light press of Obi-Wan’s lips against his shoulder. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he reached back to give Obi-Wan’s leg a squeeze.

He felt Obi-Wan’s quiet huff of amusement. “None of that now. We have company.”

Cody snorted. “I didn’t do anything. What were you thinking?”

“That’s entirely your fault,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “You couldn’t resist the pleading eyes.”

Cody chuckled, knowing Obi-Wan wasn’t wrong. “We would have been watching Mira anyway,” he reasoned.

It was true. Liri had been planning for months to attend the prestigious gala where she’d be presented with an award.  Which meant dragging Wolffe to it.  Cody and Obi-Wan had volunteered to watch Mira, and Cody had been looking forward to it. He adored his nieces and nephew. But as soon as Tvarin caught wind of Mira’s sleepover, he’d begged to come too. The two of them were practically inseparable, and Cody couldn’t bring himself to say no. Veya, of course, didn’t want to be left out of the fun either.

So, the three of them had stayed over, and Cody and Obi-Wan had made a night of it, pizza, snacks, holos, and a living room camping trip complete with a pillow fort.

Cody hummed in agreement. Then he heard it, the faint sound of hushed voices, too quiet to make out but enough to tug at his instincts.

Obi-Wan shifted, half-sitting up in the dark. “The children,” he said softly. “Something’s off…”

Cody tensed, pushing himself upright. “Off?”

“They’re…” Obi-Wan tilted his head, listening. “Scared.”

That was all Cody needed to hear. He threw back the blankets and padded toward the living room, his bare feet quiet against the floor.

The scene that greeted him was both amusing and concerning. Mira, Tvarin, and Veya were huddled together under their makeshift tent of blankets and pillows, a flashlight casting shadows across the walls. Mira and Tvarin were whispering, gesturing wildly, while Veya clung to Tvarin’s arm, her eyes wide and fearful.

Cody paused in the doorway, arms crossed.

“...You’re the one who said it wasn’t scary!” Tvarin hissed.

“It wasn’t that scary!” Mira shot back.

“Oh, please! You were scared too!”

Cody knew that tone all too well and stepped forward before it escalated. “What is going on?” he asked, flicking on the lights.

The sudden brightness made Veya shriek, and the other two flinched, grabbing each other defensively. All three began talking at once, their words a chaotic mess.

Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway behind Cody, holding up a hand. “One at a time.”

“Mira wanted to watch a holo!” Veya blurted.

Mira and Tvarin both turned to her, indignant.

“She picked it!” Tvarin accused. “Said it was about a monster and wasn’t scary.”

“My friend at school got to watch it!” Mira huffed, crossing her arms. “It’s not fair that my mama said no.”

“You should have asked your dad then,” Tvarin pointed out.

“Yeah, right. He’d tell me to ask Mama,” Mira muttered.

“You didn’t ask yours either!” She shot back.

“They would say no anyway!” Tvarin shot back, defensive.

“Mama and Papa said no too…” Veya added quietly.

“What holo?” Cody asked, cutting through the bickering.

The three children froze, suddenly very quiet. Obi-Wan stepped forward, picking up the discarded datapad from beside the fort.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said after a moment. “That makes sense.” He turned the screen toward Cody.

Cody’s brow furrowed as he recognized the title. It was a new monster thriller that had taken the holonet by storm. He hadn’t seen it himself, it wasn’t his or Obi-Wan’s taste, but the buzz around it had been impossible to miss. Definitely not a film for children.

“Your parents were right,” Obi-Wan said softly. “This is probably not something you’re ready for yet.”

“But half the school has seen it!” Mira said, throwing her hands up dramatically.

“Now Mira is scared of the dark,” Tvarin said, rolling his eyes. “Said there were monsters in the shadows.”

“Am not!” Mira snapped, glaring at him.

“I saw them too,” Veya whispered.

Cody suppressed a smile. They’d gotten along so well all evening, he supposed it was only a matter of time before a squabble broke out. They were their fathers’ children, after all. Sometimes, their arguments were so reminiscent of Fox and Wolffe as cadets that it was uncanny.

Obi-Wan crouched by the fort. “Your parents set rules like this not because they don’t want you to have fun, but because some things are better saved for when you’re older.”

Cody chimed in, sitting beside him. “Some people don’t like scary movies at all. Your dad doesn’t,” he said to Mira, “never did.”

Veya perked up slightly. “Papa doesn’t like them either,” she admitted.

Tvarin shrugged. “My dad does.”

Their voices were soft as they muttered apologies for breaking the rules. Mira fiddled with the edge of her pajama sleeve, Tvarin seemed nervous, and Veya hugged her knees tightly.

Cody leaned over taking the flashlight, flicking it on with a click. He shined it on the wall. “Let me show you something,” he said. He angled, holding it between his cheek and shoulder and put his hands in front of it.

The first shadow was simple, a bird, its wings flapping as Cody moved his hands. Mira leaned forward, her dark eyes fixed on the wall, wide-eyed curiosity.

“It’s easy,” Cody said.  He shifted his fingers, and the bird turned into the shape of a bantha, its horns bobbing as he moved his thumbs.

“That’s amazing,” Veya said.

Tvarin leaned closer. “Can I try?”

Cody smirked and handed him the flashlight. “Go for it, kid.”

Tvarin furrowed his brow in concentration, holding the flashlight with one hand while twisting the other to create a shadow that vaguely resembled a nexu. Mira giggled, and Veya smiled.

“Not bad,” Cody said with mock seriousness. “Could use some work on the claws, though.”

As the children traded the flashlight back and forth, experimenting with their own shapes, Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Do you know,” he began, his voice low and soothing, “that in ancient times, shadows were said to carry the stories of warriors?”

The children stilled, their gazes turning toward him with rapt attention.

“They’d cast their shadows on the walls to teach their young ones about courage,” Obi-Wan continued, bringing his own hands to the light. A shape appeared, a krayt dragon, as Obi-Wan moved his fingers. “They’d tell tales of how the shadows were their friends, guiding them through the dark and keeping them safe.”

“That’s cool,” Tvarin said.

“The shadows remind us that fears are often just tricks of the light. When we understand them, they lose their power.”  Obi-Wan said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“And sometimes shadows are just shadows. Things like lights from speeders outside.” Cody added, practically, pointing toward the window.  The faint movement of headlights played across the blinds, creating patterns on the walls.

Mira tilted her head, watching the shadows with new understanding. “So… no monsters?”

“No monsters,” Obi-Wan said gently. “Just shapes and stories.”

Satisfied, Mira nodded. “I liked the bird one,” she said, glancing at Cody.

“Me too,” Veya agreed.

Still, Cody didn’t miss the way Veya’s eyes darted toward the darker corners of the room or how Mira kept glancing back at the window. Even Tvarin, for all his bravado, was sitting close to his cousins.

Cody and Obi-Wan shared a look. It was unspoken, but clear, they couldn’t leave them alone.

“Alright,” Cody said, patting the couch. “We’ll sleep out here tonight. Monster watch.”

The three children brightened visibly at that, their wide eyes giving way to smiles. “You mean it?” Mira asked, clutching Tvarin’s arm in excitement.

“Absolutely,” Obi-Wan replied, pulling a spare blanket from the fort and tossing it onto the couch. “We’ll keep watch, and if any monsters decide to show up, they’ll have to answer to us.”

Mira giggled. “And you’ll use the Force!”

“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes twinkling. “But I suspect a well-aimed flashlight will do the trick just as well.”

As Cody and Obi-Wan settled onto the couch, Mira, Tvarin, and Veya snuggled back into their fort, whispering excitedly about their favorite shadow shapes. Cody stretched out, one arm draped over his face as he let out a sigh. Obi-Wan leaned back beside him, his head resting against Cody’s shoulder.

“Think they’ll sleep now?” Cody murmured.

“They’ll sleep,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice warm. 

Cody glanced toward the fort, a smile tugged at his lips as he saw them curled up together.

“Monster watch,” Cody muttered under his breath.

“Well, at least we are used to being on duty.” Obi-Wan joked softly, over a yawn, his eyes closing as he let himself drift back to sleep.

[ladylucksrogue]

If you have the time, is it possible for Foxiyo and prompt 16!! 🙏

This one was fun as well, having them deal with a child that wasn't theirs. It fits well though. Takes place in my fix-it universe.

Prompt 16 - caring for a tiny human that isn't theirs and not really knowing how to handle it

The front door slid open, and Fox stepped inside.  He bit back a yawn. The restructuring of the Republic meant long hours and endless meetings. He’d spent most of the day on his feet, trying to corral a hundred different priorities into some semblance of order. All he wanted now was a quiet evening with Riyo.  Food, sleep. 

But as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he froze.

Riyo was sitting on the couch, a baby carrier resting on floor in front of her. Inside was a tiny figure, swaddled and fast asleep, a pacifier bobbing slightly. For a heart-stopping moment, Fox’s brain didn’t know how to catch up. She was only six months along, too early for their baby.

His heart thudded until he took another step closer and recognized the little blue-and-brown mottled face inside the carrier. Veya. Bly and Aayla’s daughter.

“Riyo?” he asked.

She looked up, her expression calm but a little amused. “Bly and I ran into each other at the Senate today,” she explained. “He and Aayla are beyond exhausted, so I offered to watch Veya for the evening. We need the practice anyway.”

Fox exhaled sharply, his tension easing a bit at that, though his brow furrowed. “Practice?”

Riyo gestured toward the carrier. “You know… handling a tiny being. She’s fast asleep. For now.”

Fox gave her a skeptical look but said nothing as he moved to their bedroom to change out of his uniform.  He had no issue with his niece but his plans for a nice quiet evening were getting dimmer and dimmer by the moment.  When he returned, the sight of Riyo gently rocking the baby carrier made something unfamiliar stir in his chest.  It wouldn’t be too long until this would be normal.  A new terrifying normal.

“We should get something together for dinner,” Riyo said, glancing up at him.

Fox waved her off. “Order something. You’ve got your hands full.”

Riyo smiled and rose from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. “I’ll grab us some drinks too. Caf?”

Fox gave a nod as he took a seat on the couch, carefully, cautiously eying Veya.  He’d seen her several times, but the truth of it was he’d never spent any extended time around her.  Or any tubie for that matter.

And as if it was meant to be, as soon as Riyo was out of sight, the peace shattered. Veya’s little face scrunched up, and she let out a surprisingly loud wail for someone as small as she was.

Fox froze, waiting to see if she would quiet herself.  When she didn’t, he moved closer.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered under his breath, leaning down to scoop her up. His hands were careful, cradling her head as he lifted her. She was so small, fragile. Kriffing hell, she was lighter than his bucket.

Her cries faded as he held her against his chest, his voice dropping into a low, soothing tone. “There you go, little one. It’s okay. Nothing to cry about.”

Her teary eyes blinked up at him, the same color as Bly’s, as his.  Her lip wobbled, as if she’d start crying any second now.

“Got a set of lungs on you, give you that.  Between you and me your dad’s a bit of a loudmouth too.”

Veya whimpered and he rocked her, “There there.  What’s the matter?  Tired?  Hungry?”  The more he spoke, the more she seemed to calm.

Riyo appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a knowing smile. “You’re a natural.”

Fox snorted, glancing at her. “I sound just like Bly. It’s probably that.”

“No,” Riyo said, shaking her head. “You two sound nothing alike.”

He frowned, looking down at Veya. She blinked sleepily up at him, her tiny hand grasping at the air before settling against his chest, pulling against the fabric of his shirt.

“Maybe,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Riyo walked over with a small bottle in hand, gently taking Veya from him. “She’ll need this soon.”

They settled on the couch together, Riyo feeding Veya while Fox leaned back, his eyes lingering on both of them. Her movements were smooth and she seemed to know what she was doing.  Though he couldn’t recall her ever talking about caring for children.

His gaze shifted to her stomach, and he reached out, resting a hand lightly over the swell. The faintest flutter pressed back against his palm, and his throat tightened.

“You think we’ll figure it out?” he asked softly.

Riyo met his eyes. “We will,” she said simply, smiling

Her words settled something in him, easing the tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying. Fox leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her temple, his hand still resting over their growing son.

Well, when she said it like that, maybe everything didn’t seem quite so daunting.

[ladylucksrogue]

I would love to read two more holidays drabbles, in case you feel inspired ❤️

Number 10 with Codywan, and preferably not Anakin's children but one of Cody's brothers' children 🧡

And number 12 with either Foxiyo or Blyla ❤️

I am absolutely loving these prompts. I've done both ❤️

For number 12 I've gone with Blyla, in my fix-it universe

Prompt: giving the child a present that meant a lot to them when they were small themselves

Aayla sat cross-legged on the floor next to Veya, the two of them surrounded by boxes and a growing pile of items to sort through. The storage area was a mess, far more cluttered than Aayla had realized, and what had started as a simple search for the Life Day ornaments had turned into a project.

“Maybe it’s time we let go of a few things,” Aayla suggested lightly, pulling a box toward her. She opened it to reveal a jumble of old holos, trinkets, and a couple of robes she hadn’t seen in years.

Veya, perched on her knees and digging into another box, hummed in agreement.

Aayla had just finished sorting through her own box when Veya pulled something out of hers. “Mama, what are these?”

Aayla turned, her eyes softening as she saw what Veya was holding. Two thick, brightly colored wool sleeves dangled from her daughter’s hands. The colors were a choice, reds, yellows, and greens in imperfect, mismatched stripes.

A smile spread across Aayla’s face. “Lekku warmers,” she said.

Veya tilted her head, skeptical, holding one up to one of Aayla’s lekku as if to measure it. “Aren’t they too small?”

“They are now,” Aayla admitted, taking the warmers in her hands. The wool was softer than it looked, worn but well cared for. “They’re from when I first arrived at the Temple.”

“The Temple?” Veya’s amber-brown eyes lit up, curious.

“Yes.” Aayla’s voice softened with nostalgia. “Remember when I told you Quinlan found me and brought me there?”

Veya nodded.

“Sometimes I got cold. And Quinlan? He made these for me. I was maybe your age.”

“He made them?” Veya asked in awe, her fingers brushing the wool.

Aayla laughed. “The first ones he tried unraveled the moment I put them on. But these?” She held them up. “I wore these until I outgrew them.”

Veya studied them, her hands cradling one gently. “They’re your special present from Quin,” she said seriously.

“They are,” Aayla agreed. “But they don’t fit me anymore. I think they may fit you.”

“Me?” Veya’s lekku twitched with excitement.

“Would you like to try them on?” Aayla asked.

Veya nodded eagerly. With Aayla’s help, she slipped the warmers onto her lekku. They fit well, perhaps a bit big, but comfortable.  Veya’s lekku would probably never be as long or developed as Aayla’s.  Veya was only half-Twil’ek after all.  Veya beamed, turning her head this way and that. “They’re so warm!”

Aayla smiled, her chest swelling with affection as she adjusted one of the warmers. “They suit you.”

Just then, Bly stepped into the room, filling the doorway. “There you two are,” he said, his tone exasperated but affectionate. He glanced at Veya, and his brows shot up. “What are those?”

“Mama’s special present.  Quin made them!” Veya declared, spinning around to show them off.

Bly’s teasing remark died on his tongue. “Oh,” he said, clearing his throat. “Well, uh… they’re… nice.”

“They’re mine now,” Veya said proudly. “Mama said I could have them.”

Bly smiled softly. “Then they’re perfect,” he said.

Veya asked to go play, and Aayla waved her off with a warm smile. Once she was gone, Bly turned back to Aayla, one brow raised. “You’ve got to admit, they’re an eyesore.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Aayla agreed with a laugh. “But she’ll only wear them in the house, so it’s fine.”

Bly chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Aayla as she returned to sorting through another box. “Quin made them?”

Aayla explained the story. Bly listened, taking a seat and grabbing a box, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite himself.

Aayla glanced at him thoughtfully. “Didn’t you have anything like that when you were young? Something that meant a lot to you?”

Bly’s expression shifted, his smile fading slightly. “Not really,” he said after a moment. “Clones didn’t really have toys or… possessions. Even our games and songs were just ways to condition us for battle.”

Aayla’s heart ached at the matter-of-fact way he said it.

Bly thought for a moment, then said, “Actually… there was something. When we were really young, still had our baby teeth, we found a stuffed animal.”

“You found it?”

“Not sure if we found it or if a trainer took pity on us. Might’ve been a tooka toy. It rattled when you shook it.” His tone turned fond as he continued. “It was ugly. Had googly eyes and only seven legs, should’ve had eight. Looked like some kind of sea creature.”

Aayla listened intently, imagining the small, ragged toy in the hands of a batch of young clones.

“We loved that thing,” Bly said, a smile tugging at his lips. “Took turns sleeping with it. Probably shouldn’t have had it at all, but… it was nice while it lasted.”

“What happened to it?”

Bly shrugged. “Just disappeared one day. Probably for the best.”

The story stayed with Aayla long after Bly had moved on. Later that evening, she found him asleep on the couch, his head tilted back, mouth slightly open as he snored softly. She found the sight endearing, her heart warming as she reached for her datapad.

“Veya,” she called quietly, motioning her daughter over.

“What is it, mama?”

Aayla smiled as Veya leaned against her side, glancing at the screen. “I think I know what we should get papa for Life Day,” she said, her voice hushed and conspiratorial.

“What?” Veya asked.

Aayla grinned. “We need to find the ugliest sea creature we can. Seven legs, googly eyes…”

Veya giggled, clapping her hands. “Really? Why?”

Aayla explained the story, though she reframed it into a happier version, and Veya’s eyes lit up. 

“Think you can help me?” Aayla asked, nudging her.

Veya nodded, her lekku warmers bouncing. “I’ll find the ugliest one ever!”

“Good.” Aayla smiled, hugging her daughter close. “Papa’s going to love it.”