#jango fett 2024

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Preview pages for Jango Fett (2024) by Luke Ross - coming out March 20th

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So You Just Killed Palpatine

In Which, Much To Obi-Wan Kenobi's Surprise, While Dealing With The Consequences of One's Own Action's Can Be A Lot, It Isn't Always Entirely A Bad Thing

originally inspired by this and this from anon and husborth Part One, Part Two, Part Three ... Part Fo ... uh ... there's memes somewhere... Anyway Here's Part Five:

Obi-Wan blinked awake, head cloudy and body heavy, as if under unusually high gravity. But no, there was the all-too-recognizable ceiling of the temple healing halls, its mosaic ceiling drifting in lazy, clockwise circles.

What did I do this time? Wait, there was something I had to tell the rest of the Jedi...something important...

Oh dear, he was on the good painkillers, wasn't he?

“Obi-Wan?” someone familiar asked, voice and force presence ringing with a startling jab of hope.

“Bant?” he tried to reply, only to be met with burning pain in his throat. The only thing he managed to get out was an unintelligible coughing fit which pulled sharply at his gut.

“Take it easy!” she urged, moving into his blurry line of sight. “You’ve had extensive abdominal surgery, and your throat was — was crushed rather severely — it’s going to take more time for the grafts to heal.”

Obi-Wan nodded, chastened, before cautiously starting the process of pushing himself up in bed, Bant hovering nervously all the while. The effort made his muscles ache and the room spin faster, but things settled down once he was sitting up.

He looked around, sagging in relief at a small oily handprint on one of the otherwise sterile visitor chairs. Anakin had been here recently, and was in good enough health to be tinkering. Good, that was good. That was important.

He suddenly realized half his vision was obscured and sluggishly raised a hand to his face, only to find heavy cloth.

“I’m sorry, we weren’t able to save your eye,” Bant said softly. “Once you’re a little more healed we can discuss artificial or bioengineered replacement options.”

She plucked a cup off a counter overcrowded with a dizzying array of flowers. “Here, drink some of this if you’re feeling up to it, it’ll make talking a little easier.”

Obi-Wan accepted the drink, only to feel it slide out of numb hands. Bant gently closed her hands around his, helping to guide the drink to his lips. He grimaced at the taste.

“Bacta infused water,” she apologized. “You’re going to be drinking bacta infused liquids for some time, I’m afraid.”

A wave of exhaustion swept over him and Bant set the cup down as Obi-Wan sagged.

“Anakin?” he managed to rasp out.

“Anakin’s fine, he’s completely safe,” Bant said with a comforting squeeze of his shoulder. “He’ll be annoyed to know he missed you waking up, he very much wanted to be there.”

Obi-Wan was going to say something else, but sleep dragged him under first.

//

Obi-Wan opened his eyes — his eye — to the sight of Quinlan Vos scowling over a datapad. The dark spot on the left side of his vision was more noticeable than before. What the kriff did I do to myself?

He shifted, irritated at how lethargically his body responded. The pad fell to the ground with a clatter as Quinlan lurched towards the bed.

“Obi-Wan! Hold on, let me — you’re supposed to have the water before you try to talk.”

Quinlan helped hold up a cup and straw so Obi-Wan could take several short sips of the unpleasantly viscous and vaguely pineapple flavored water.

“How are you feeling?” Quinlan asked, hovering with uncharacteristic anxiousness.

Obi-Wan paused to think. “Weak,” he replied in a hoarse whisper. “How long have I been...”

Guilt flashed over Vos’s face. “You were in and out of Bacta tanks and surgery for a full two weeks. And then another week in an induced coma. And then another week in a self-healing trance. You had...a lot of internal injuries. I’m so sorry Obi-Wan—this is all my fault.”

Obi-Wan stared at Quinlan blankly for a moment. His face helped the memories to start trickling in.

"Yes..." he said slowly. "Yes — you knocked on my door... you said... Vos... please just... just tell me if I hallucinated anything — did I try to assassinate the Chancellor of the Republic?"

"I'd say you succeeded," Quinlan replied, half-smiling, half-grimacing.

"Did I — did we think he was a pedophile, only—”

He had to pause, throat burning as he fought a coughing fit. He swallowed more disgustingly flavored water before finishing the thought.

“—only to discover that he was in fact not sexually grooming Anakin, but was doing a number of other terrible things? And did he... did he — did he electrocute me...”

Obi-Wan’s voice trailed off and he took several more sips, throat filled with an uncomfortable fizzing sensation.

Quinlan nodded, wincing. “I mean parts of that you know better than me but yeah, that matches with what I understand.”

“Hm.” Obi-Wan finished the cup, mulling it over.

Quinlan Vos muttered something under his breath that Obi-Wan couldn't quite make out, but the word "dramatic" almost definitely featured.

Grey crept in around the corners of his vision, then black.

//

When he opened his eyes — his eye, he'd have to get used to that — next, he was greeted by a convenient and increasingly familiar cup at his bedside, as well as Master Windu. Obi-Wan quickly reached for the water, clutching it in both hands and taking a long drink.

Spurred on by the sight of the Master of the Order, he also reached for the urgent thought from earlier, wanting to get it out before he slipped back under —

“Chancellor Palpatine’s a Sith Lord!!”

The corners of Mace’s eyes crinkled. “Yes, Knight Kenobi," he said. "We’re aware of that now. You’ve proved it to be the case quite publicly. And ended the threat with remarkable... thoroughness.”

Obi-Wan head fell back. “A Sith Lord... the Chancellor!” he said in amazement. He was relieved to find his throat only barely twinging at his outburst.

“It truly stretches the imagination,” Mace agreed tolerantly.

“You’re telling me!” Obi-Wan took another long drink, head spinning.

Master Windu smoothed a crease from his robe before saying, with extreme delicacy, “I don't wish to pressure you into speaking before you've healed... but I admit, we’ve all been wondering how exactly you knew.”

"He force choked me and electrocuted me with Sith Lightning. Lighting! I thought that was a myth!” He drained the cup, hands shaking slightly.

“Yes,” Mace said quietly. “The healers were amazed you survived so long... let alone had the strength to fight back with such strength. We’re all extremely grateful to the Force for keeping you alive long enough for us to reach you.”

Obi-Wan made a mental note to feel grateful later, but his mental space was a bit of a mess at the moment, and he wasn't entirely certain he had filed it away correctly.

Master Windu sighed. “We would have been there sooner but I’m afraid none of us had any idea that you were going to confront a Sith.” A twinge of reproach crept into Windu's voice, but Obi-Wan set it aside along with the gratitude, to be examined at some later date. Ideally when his head felt less full of bantha wool.

“I had no idea,” Obi-Wan said numbly.

“Well you figured it out before the Council at least,” Mace replied, not without humor.

He couldn't help but snort. “Yes, because he shot lightning at me. I mean the force choking happened first but... lightning. Lightning!”

Lines formed between Master Windu's brows as he looked down at him. “As much as it pains me, I understand the risk assessment in not telling the High Council about a Sith Chancellor of the Republic, and goading a public fight was probably the best political move possible. But why start the confrontation so privately? It seemed rather — apologies, we can debrief on that when you're rested. I presume you were trying to get a confession about the droid and clone armies?”

Obi-Wan stared at Mace Windu wide-eyed.

“The what.”

The lines on Master Windu’s face deepened. “The... Kamonian clone army — the clones of Jango Fett...”

Obi-Wan’s eyes got wider. “Jango Fett—you mean Galidrean Jango Fett? The Jedi Killer? Palpatine made a clone army of him?”

Mace was silent for a long while, staring at Obi-Wan as though he were a particularly concerning puzzle. Obi-Wan chewed on the straw, mind wandering to whether or not it would be appropriate to ask Master Windu for a refill. As unpleasant as the flavor was, the fizzing did make his throat feel better.

“Knight Kenobi...” Mace finally said, speaking very slowly. “Do you remember why Chancellor Palpatine attacked you? The soul healers were quite certain the Sith Lord didn’t breach your inner shields but I think you might be suffering from some memory loss...”

His left eye itched; he resisted the urge to reach for it. Obi-Wan sank further into the cushions behind him, trying to think. Were there gaps in his memory? No, as usual, it all seemed a fairly clear path from Quinlan Vos knocking on his door to Obi-Wan ending up unconscious in the healing halls.

“Why Palpatine starting attacking?" he mused. "I suppose he wasn't going to just dance around forever — force, when he dodged my blaster shot, I simply could not understand how — it all happened so fast, but the next thing I knew I was pinned against the wall by a Dark —”

“Stop,” Master Windu ordered, raising his hand. He took a deep breath, radiating calm into the force.

“Do you remember what Palpatine said immediately before you shot him?” he asked patiently.

Obi-Wan shifted, feeling a pang of awkwardness as he muttered the answer guiltily under his breath.

“I’m sorry, Knight Kenobi, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“He said, ah, ‘you’re a Jedi’ and ‘you can’t kill an unarmed man.’”

Mace Windu stared at Obi-Wan.

There was a long pause while Obi-Wan fidgeted with the straw. He was starting to feel that perhaps his thoughts were even less clear than he had assumed them to be, and he was not handling this conversation particularly well.

Windu took another deep breath, radiating slightly less calm then before.

“Knight Kenobi. Why did you shoot the Chancellor of the Republic?”

“...I was trying to kill him,” Obi-Wan said, looking down.

“Why?”

Obi-Wan mumbled.

“Kenobi, speak clearly.”

“Well—ah—it actually turns out that I had misunderstood...I mean it had certainly seemed like...but he wasn’t actually...doing exactly what I thought...”

Windu stared at the recumbent Knight, who flushed.

It occurred to Obi-Wan for the first time, that, considering his plan of running away and becoming a bounty hunter was no longer possible nor, perhaps necessary, he could have misrepresented some of the timeline of events vis a vis sith slaying. Or better yet, pretended to have memory loss.

In his defense, the whole experience had been extremely unnerving! For all that weeks had clearly elapsed for everyone else, Obi-Wan was still processing Chancellor Palpatine shooting lightning out of his fingers.

A wave of exhaustion flooded over him, and he sank into it with relief, recognizing now the sickly sweet painkillers pulsing through his blood, clouding his thoughts and pulling him under.

//

Unfortunately, Mace Windu was still there when he woke up. Kriff.

He opened his mouth to try and backtrack, but Windu raised his hand, cutting off any poorly thought out explanations.

Master Windu took a deep breath, radiating very little calm by this point.

“Let me get this clear. Nod if yes, shake your head if no, did you go into the Chancellor’s office with the intent to assassinate the Chancellor of the Republic?”

Obi-Wan nodded.

“Did you know he was a Sith before you went into his office?”

Obi-Wan shook his head.

“Did you suspect he was a Sith?" Mace asked, slightly desperate.

Obi-Wan shook his head, cringing in apology.

“Before you went into the Chancellor’s office, were you aware that he was working with the Kaminoians to commission a clone army?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, biting back questions.

“Did you know he was working with the trade federation to commission a droid army?”

Another no.

“Did you suspect anything about these armies? Anything about a larger plot to destabilize the Republic? Destroy the Jedi? Become Emperor?”

Obi-Wan shook his head at each question, eyes widening with shock.

Mace Windu was radiating absolutely no calm at this point.

“Knight Kenobi...” he asked with a pained expression. “Did you... attempt to assassinate the Chancellor of the republic for personal reasons born out of some sort of misunderstanding? Only to inadvertently save the Republic?”

“I mean once I found out that he was a Sith... I of course changed tactics... and personal is a bit... but... that... Well. More or less sums the situation up, yes.”

Mace WIndu stared at Obi-Wan Kenobi, who wasn’t sure if he should keep talking or not. He didn't entirely trust his ability to explain things well at the moment, and ultimately decided to err on the side of silence.

Obi-Wan vaguely wished he could slip into sleep, but was fairly sure that it would be rude and possibly obvious to do twice in one conversation. His throat itched and he considered once again asking for more water, ultimately deciding against it.

Minutes passed, Master Windu staring blankly at the wall above Obi-Wan’s shoulders, while Obi-Wan's mind started to wander.

Who on earth had been paying to feed a clone army? How was Quinlan doing at getting Anakin to brush his teeth? Am I going to prison? Ohh that’s why the force was so insistent on killing Palpatine. Maybe that would help explain things to Master Windu? Though 'the force told me to' is  generally not considered a good excuse, in of itself, for acts of violence...though this is a rather unique situation...

Eventually Master Plo walked in, letting out a pleased noise.

“There he is! The Hero of the Republic!”

Mace Windu closed his eyes.

“Is that what they’re calling me?” Obi-Wan asked weakly, when it became clear Master Windu wasn’t ready to address everything wrong with that.

“Oh! Your drink is empty! Mace, Vokara was very clear with her instructions!” Master Plo scolded.

Mace Windu didn’t reply.

Plo-Koon snatched the cup, filling it up from a pitcher across the room and talking boisterously. “Well, the public is throwing around a lot of titles, but since you already had Sith Slayer...”

“Oh dear,” Obi-Wan said faintly, accepting the terrible water and drinking it for lack of anything better to do.

Plo-Koon patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. “I’m afraid to tell you it’s going to be very difficult for you to dodge commendations for your actions. Now that you’re awake you’re going to be faced with quite a backlog of requests for ceremonies and interviews—”

Obi-Wan choked. “Ceremonies?” he repeated in a higher pitch. He snuck a look at Master Windu. His eyes were closed, though he didn't appear to be meditating.

That probably wasn't a good sign.

"Yes, ceremonies," Plo-Koon said with far too much relish. "Turns out there are quite a lot of old traditions on the books regarding —"

Master Healer Vokara Che entered the room at brisk pace. “I thought I heard voices — I will remind you that before he is the ‘Sith Slayer Returned’ or ‘The True Chosen One’ or any such nonsense he is first and foremost my patient.”

She gave a sharp look to both Council Members. Plo-Koon nodded contritely while Master Windu continued to not say or do anything.

“The — no, no Anakin’s the chosen one —" Obi-Wan sputtered. "Anakin’s the reason — people aren’t actually calling me that, right?” he asked, drugs doing an admirable job at suppressing the panic he was fairly sure he was going to feel later. The device in Master Che's hand beeped faintly in answer.

“That and more, young Kenobi,” another familiar voice suddenly added, below his field of vision. “To collect your honors, expect to survive, you did not, mmn?”

“Master Yoda! No, I—I really didn’t expect... any honors... at most I was hoping that people would understand...” Obi-Wan protested weakly, shooting Windu a beseeching look which yet again failed to garner a response.

Che rolled her eyes, flipping a lek behind her somewhat sarcastically as she attached a glowing device to his chest. "Of course you didn't."

He barely refrained from wincing as several needles bit into him.

“Perhaps we would have had a better chance of understanding had you left us any of your evidence,” Master Koon chided gently.

“Put together the pieces we did, in our time,” Yoda added, hopping up on the nightstand to affectionately poke his shoulder.

Obi-Wan leaned back, feeling increasingly light-headed.

“Your vitals look good, all things considered,” Master Che said, sounding smug. “You should be back to getting into trouble in a year or so.”

Obi-Wan jerked his head in her direction, aghast. “A year?!”

“Busy, you will be, if work you wish. A seat, open there is for you. Comfortable chair, good company, important duties.”

Master Windu’s eyes squeezed further closed.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked, bewildered.

The healer scowled. “You were bleeding heavily into more or less all your major organs, including your brain. Really, it would be faster for me to list organs that weren't damaged. The fact that you recovered at all is only because Master Gallia conducted ill-advised on-scene amateur healing—"

"Is she alright?" Obi-Wan asked.

"—ill-advised, but successfully non-self-detrimental amateur healing, and I’m a miracle worker, and, credit where credit is due, you’re a stubborn bastard; not to mention your padawan has far too much energy to throw around — you really should consider enrolling him some healer’s courses—”

“Is he alright?” Obi-Wan asked, more urgently.

“He’s fine,” Master Plo reassured him with a gentle hand on the shoulder. “Everyone is fine except for you. He just tired himself out a few times, but Knight Vos has been keeping a close eye on him, and Anakin understands that the best thing at this point is to let you heal under your own power."

“Can I see him?” he asked. His voice was growing hoarse despite the dutifully refilled cup.

Vokara’s face softened. “Of course. He’ll be stopping by after class, in another hour or so. He’s been very punctual.”

“Master Windu? Alright are you? Silent, you have been.” Mace flinched upon being prodded with a stick. He opened his eyes, pinning Knight Kenobi with a steely gaze. Obi-Wan shrunk back, but Windu just sighed.

“You...” he trailed off. He stood up slowly, as if the movement pained him.

"I —" he said authoritatively, quieting the room. "—am taking a sabbatical. Call me when—” Windu gestured vaguely. “—you all sort out this mess.”

He walked out.

A long moment passed. “What did you tell him?” Master Plo finally asked in a hushed whisper.

"Ah..." Obi-Wan paused, limbs heavy with fatigue. "Well — you see— " He closed his eyes, feeling slightly cowardly as he did so.

//

When he opened them again, the light hadn't shifted nearly as much as other inbetweens, and his bandages hadn't been changed. Master Plo was still there, speaking quietly with Yoda.

Shit.

"Not too long that time," Vokara said, pleased. "I've lowered the dose on some of your medications, it should make it easier to stay awake."

"Oh. Good," Obi-Wan replied.

"Young Kenobi." Plo-Koon moved closer. "I dislike pressuring you in your current state, but... Master Windu appears to have left the temple. We were wondering..."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, then closed it again, considering. His mind was, at last, starting to catch up with mouth. “He asked me... some questions. About how I came to suspect Palpatine," Obi-Wan said carefully. "It would appear I may have forgotten some details. About the evidence...Master Windu was — distressed regarding what I did and did not recall."

Vokara nodded. "Memory loss is completely understandable with the type of injuries you recieved."

"Alright, it is, if remember everything, you cannot," Yoda added kindly. "Our own investigations, ongoing are."

"So if I, ah, can't quite remember everything that led up to our fight," Obi-Wan asked, feeling guilty, but force, that blank look in Master Windu's eyes. "I mean I definitely remember the force willing me to decisively seek his end — really it was unusually loud about it," he added hastily. "If that helps."

Yoda nodded slowly. "This reason, understand we do. But, present to the public, perhaps not a good idea would be."

"Yes," Obi-Wan said. "I think — I'm not certain but I believe Quinlan Vos may have helped me collect some evidence..."

"Said as much, he did. Wait to confer with you, he wanted."

Obi-Wan sagged backwards with relief. "Yes. Yes! We had security concerns... Palpatine was so highly placed..." he trailed off.

"Considering Sifo-Dyas's and Count Dooku's entanglement in all this I can hardly blame you for hesitating to reach out to the council," Plo-Koon said, exhaustion audible even through his vocoder.

Obi-Wan choked on his spit; the following coughing fit was soon rewarded with a fresh bacta drink from Vokara.

Dooku?? Sifo-Dyas??

"Perhaps after I speak with him I'll be able to better assist with the current investigations," he offered hoarsely after recovering.

"Of course," Plo-Koon said gently. "Again, we apologize for interrogating you so early into your recovery but you really can't imagine the public and political scrutiny we've all been under —" He hesitated. "Master Windu was joking about taking a sabbatical right now, was he not?" he asked, sounding strained. "I know he's been under a lot of pressure, but surely you having memory issues couldn't—"

He was thankfully interrupted by the sound of small feet moving rapidly and a gangly body launching itself at highspeeds through the doorway.

Vokara just managed to snag the back of Anakin's robes before he crashed into Obi-Wan's medbed.

"Padawan Skywalker," she said, voice tight. "I believe I have mentioned the numerous injuries your master is recovering from and the need for —"

"Care in my movements," he said sheepishly. "Apologies, master, thank you."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said, something in his chest relaxing at the sight of his dangling student.

"Obi-Wan." His padawan's eyes immediately started filling with tears.

Obi-Wan reached out instinctively. "Oh, Anakin."

"Give you a moment, we will," Yoda said, hobbling out, as Vokara sighed, then gently placed his pupil on the floor.

"Of course," Plo-Koon agreed. "Take all the time you need." He hurried to catch up with Yoda. Obi-Wan heard him begin to say, "Mace can't actually be leaving us to deal with this clusterfu—'' Then the door closed, and Anakin was weeping at his bedside.

"Shh," Obi-Wan said, tugging his padawan up, ignoring the protestations of his abdomen. "There, there, it will be alright."

Anakin crawled up, movements ginger and uncertain around Obi-Wan's numerous injuries. Together, they somehow managed to shift Obi-Wan enough for Anakin to fit beside him. His padawan shook with suppressed sobs, and parts of him were almost certainly hanging awkwardly off the edge of the bed.

Obi-Wan ran one hand through Anakin's hair, the other hand gently resting where he could reach without twisting too much, probably an elbow, though the boy was pointy enough these days that he couldn't be sure. If Obi-Wan was also shaking, well. There was reason enough.

"Sheev," Anakin finally said, oozing misery and an overwhelming tangle of other unpleasant emotions into the force.

"...I know he was your friend—" Obi-Wan said, after what was hopefully not too long a pause. This was another conversation that probably wouldn't be helped by painkillers.

"But he wasn't, really." Anakin curled up, even more miserable. "I know. I should let go."

The side of Obi-Wan's head throbbed. On second thought, painkillers were the way to go here. "That's not what I meant," he said. "He was a friend to you. He's gone now. Because of me, your master. And... I'm sure you've found out a lot while I've been asleep. I can't imagine a single padawan learner who wouldn't be struggling with their emotions right now. I'm struggling."

"I'm angry," Anakin said into his side. "Master, I'm so full of anger."

"You think I wasn't?" Obi-Wan asked dryly.

Anakin hiccuped a sob. "I'm angry at everyone."

"It's alright, Anakin," Obi-Wan soothed. "You'll work through it in time. I'll be here to help, whenever you want. Even when I'm the one you're angry with."

Anakin sobbed another minute, force presence roiling, before finally pulling himself in with a deep breath, and wiping his nose on the sheets. "You looked so cool when you were angry," he mumbled into Obi-Wan's side.

"Oh force," Obi-Wan groaned. "Of course there was holofootage. Of course you watched."

"Are you... still angry?" Anakin asked.

Fuck.

Obi-Wan tried to think of the right answer for a padawan learner. His head throbbed again.

"Honestly? Right now I'm mostly just tired. I feel like I was run over by a pack of bantha. It's never a good idea to try and deal with large emotional gnarls while you're this exhausted, remember that my young padawan."

"You've been asleep for years," Anakin whined. "How are you still tired?"

"Years?" he asked, amused.

"At least three," Anakin huffed, curling up against him.

Obi-Wan stroked his hair in peaceful silence for a moment.

"...Did you really smash in his skull with a metal chair to protect me?"

"I would do a lot of things to protect you," he confessed. "I'm sorry Anakin — I should have talked with you when I grew concerned with his behavior. I felt at the time I had to act swiftly, but I worry I only caused you more pain."

"It was a really cool fight."

"...Thank you, padawan."

"Can you teach me how to choke people with my ankles like that?" he sniffled.

Obi-Wan groaned internally. "Of course, as a Jedi, violence—" 

"Violence is our last resort," Anakin interrupted. "Right, yeah —but if it is needed—"

"—Such as when someone," Obi-Wan said over him. "After careful consideration, is found to be both politically insulated and positioned to commit great further harm—"

"Actually, I think you, the person who killed my trusted friend, lecturing me on why he was ultra especially irredeemably evil is traumatizing, even more traumatizing than all those holo compilations of you —"

"Oh force above, of course there's — oh. Oh no — please don't tell me—"

"The latest Jizz music," Anakin said, far too gleeful.

Obi-Wan groaned. Unfortunately, the extra movement in his chest triggered an admittedly ghastly sounding coughing fit and Anakin immediately lost the small edge of grace he had managed to cultivate during their back and forth.

"Master?" he asked urgently. "Master — hold on — I'll go get—"

"I'm fine," Obi-Wan rasped. "Any more of that —"

Anakin was already scrambling to fetch the pitcher.

Such a good boy, he thought affectionately, watching him pour and carry over a glass with the same care others might have when handling molten gold.

Obi-Wan drank with a reciprocal amount of delicacy, knowing his padawan was watching falcon-eyed for any wasted drops.

"Perhaps we should finish this conversation a little later," Obi-Wan said, once his airways calmed down.

Coughing should not be this exhausting.

"Of course," Anakin said, subdued, but he crawled back into bed readily enough when Obi-Wan patted it.

“Really, though —” Obi-Wan started to say, feeling it was duty to try and wrap up the lesson, but he was fortunately cut off before he was forced to figure out exactly what that lesson was.

“It’s alright,” Anakin chimed comfortingly. “We have time to talk about it, master. Can’t you tell?”

“Hm?” Obi-Wan replied, fighting the droop of his eyelids. 

“The force clears,” Anakin said, voice sonorous. “The dark retreats.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan’s eyes started falling closed. “That’s nice.”

“So we have time. To figure out the rest.”

 “Very nice,” Obi-Wan murmured.

His padawan curled against him, force presence like ocean waves rocking him to sleep.

“The force says it’s going to be alright,” Anakin whispered, wonderingly. “It’s going to be alright.”

Obi-Wan smiled, then once again slipped back to sleep.

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Clone Kinktober 2024

So I decided to set myself a challenge. I haven't wrote smut for a while and I thought this was the perfect opportunity. So I decided to write for our favourite copy and paste men. I tried to make it as random as possible, typing out a number of clones and kinks and then using an online tool to randomly assign one to each other. Some of them fit perfectly - others were more of a challenge.

The list is below and I will be linking them as soon as the story posts!

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Kinktober 2024 List

Period Sex - Fives

Anal – Rebel!Rex

Rough Sex – Alpha 17

Submission - Gregor

Dirty Talk - Echo

Sensory Deprivation - Hunter

Domination - Howzer

Praise - Keeli

Power Play - Waxer

Toys - Neyo

Ice Play – Fox

Edging - Dogma

Outdoors – Wolffe

Overstimulation – Cody

Lingerie – Bly

Breeding - Kix

Sex Tape - Jesse

Group - 501st

Handcuffs - Rex

Armour Kink - Boba

Sex Pollen – Tup

ABO - Hound

Spanking - Hardcase

Wax Play - Thorn

Gentle Sex – Fireball

Title Kink - Mayday

Threesome - Wrecker & Cross

Masturbation - Tech

Exhibition - Boil

Oral - 212th

Jealousy - Jango

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posting pride hc icons multiple times a week - day 3 - star wars prequel trilogy (+ a lil tcw)

ugh the quality is so bad guys sorry!! the bg remover thing got rid of the lightsabers and im too lazy to fix it sry :(((

no palpatine bcs he's homophobic

fandom checklist

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Kesett Week 2024 Day 7: Accidental Baby Acquisition

Jaro is not sure how or why there is an abnormally aggressive and blood covered cadet on his ship, but he sure would appreciate if he would stop biting and accept medical aid.

Jango has a small crying child on his ship who starts screaming when touched.

A distressing day for all involved.

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Kenfetti Week 2024 Prompt Reveal!

the mods totally didn't get distracted with aurora chasing, no sir

Below are the prompts and descriptions:

Day 1: The Softer Side

All of the softer things in our Galaxy Far Far Away, from domesticity, to kid-fic, to caretaking after an injury.

Day 2: The Living Side

What if they lived? How would the galaxy be different? Is it a softer, kinder place? Or even more brutal than before? Today we challenge you to pick a pivotal character, whether that be Jaster Mereel, or Qui-Gon Jinn, Sifo-Dyas or Jango himself and tell a tale where they lived.

Day 3: The Last Side

Survival is key in the galaxy,  and these two are very, very good at it.

A distress beacon, a call for help, are they alone on a barren moon or being hunted in a dense jungle, they must learn to survive together or die apart.

Day 4: The Line Between

Hero and Villain, Hunter and Hunted, Winning Side and Losing Side.

 The lines that separate are never as impassable as they seem; Jango and Obi-Wan are enemies, ensnared in a conflict larger than themselves. Will love triumph over hate? What lengths are they willing to go to to be together?

Day 5: The Deep Blue

Blue like the depths, whether they be hiding pirates,or mermaids, or something darker lurking in the deep...

Center the story around something from the water, show where the waves take them, show us what lurks below!

Day 6: The Hidden Side

Mystery and Intrigue abound.  A cirque, a masquerade Masks conceal, whether they be literal or not.  Something is hidden and when it is found out, well, you’ll have to read it to know.

Day 7: The Dark Side

There is no succor here. You will find no peace.  Sharp edged danger awaits,  sharp teeth, and sharp edges abound.  Fangs, rituals, blood, and fear.  Revel in the darker side and add a bit of spice to this day.

Go Sith or go dark, just remember, enemies don't have to end by being lovers.

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Jango Fett sketch card for Topps Star Wars Galaxy 2024. Available now in stores!

[cabezadeperro]

hi maría <3 I had too nice a time scrolling thru your inspiration tag so I emerged with options for prompts, just in case:

https://cabezadeperro.tumblr.com/post/761358111882788864 for kenfetti? or,

https://cabezadeperro.tumblr.com/post/753002344528134144 for any ship with cody?

thanks as always :)

hi friend!!!!!

went with kenfetti ❤️ some kind of jaster lives AU, ~860W, T. pre-relationship.

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Fett’s footsteps pause the moment he sees Obi-Wan. He must have taken off his helmet: Obi-Wan can sense the slightest echo of a thought coming from inside the Mandalorian’s well-kept shields. Obi-Wan turns to look at Fett over his shoulder, squinting in the dark. 

“Kenobi,” he greets Obi-Wan after a beat. He steps inside the small room and closes the distance until they’re standing shoulder to shoulder. 

Obi-Wan bows at him in greeting, and then turns back to look at the carvings. They’re beautiful and intricate. The material looks very much like the same stone the rest of the temple was built from, but it feels different to the touch, smooth and almost warm. Obi-Wan lifts his lightsaber, lets its clear blue light illuminate the section closer to the ceiling. As hard as he tries, he can’t quite decide what the carvings are supposed to depict: the style is unfamiliar, the symbolism of the carvings illegible. It bothers Obi-Wan in a visceral, hard to describe way. He doesn’t understand, and that’s perfectly alright: he was never meant to. 

The room with the carvings—and the dusty altar, and the dustier stone benches against the walls—is at the back of the temple. It is a tiny space, dark and musty. There are no windows, and the only way in or out is the narrow door across the wall with the carvings. It is very quiet inside: the temple’s walls are thick. 

The others are outside with the ships or in the temple’s main room, a wide space with high ceilings, bare and drafty but out of the rain. Obi-Wan left Master Qui-Gon arguing with someone from Mereel’s inner circle: the woman seemed entertained, not offended, and no one’s started shooting at them yet, so whatever his master’s plan is, it's working. 

Fett is something else. He’s Mereel’s heir in all but name, and the first time they met he almost shot Obi-Wan’s head off. He doesn’t like them: he doesn’t want them there. He is suspicious of them, of their motives, his dislike of the Republic and Republic politics blatant and almost impersonal. This is the first time Obi-Wan’s this close to the man; it’s also the first time he sees Fett’s face. He doesn’t look like Mereel. He seems to be in his early thirties, with brown skin and dark eyes and curly black hair he wears very short.

They need him. What’s worse, they need to be in his good graces if this is going to work. 

Obi-Wan clears his throat.

“The more I look at it, the less I understand,” he says, voice low. Fett says nothing, but he shifts his weight minutely: he’s listening. “I have never seen something like this.”

For a very long beat, he is sure Fett’s going to act as if he had said nothing. 

“You wouldn’t,” Fett replies. His accent is the same as Mereel’s. “I have only seen artwork like this here.”

“On Mandalore?”

“In this area of the planet,” Fett specifies. He eyes Obi-Wan. “But if you want to discuss Mandalorian art and history, you should be talking to my father. Not me.”

He’s a very sharp man. Obi-Wan licks his lips and smiles.

“I don’t know enough to discuss anything,” he answers honestly. He laughs self-consciously. “That’s kind of the issue, honestly. I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

“And that bothers you,” Fett says. It’s not a question. Obi-Wan shrugs. He follows a serpentine something down the carving with the tip of his finger, the stone weirdly slick under the thick fabric of his glove. It’s cold and damp in the small room, Obi-Wan can feel it in his bones.

“I’m used to it,” he replies. Obi-Wan doesn’t look at Fett, though he can feel his attention on him. “There are many things I don’t understand.”

Fett hums. “It’s all about knowing how and where to look,” he says. It occurs to Obi-Wan that a part of Fett is laughing at him. Obi-Wan presses his lips together and turns to look at him, eyebrows raised.

“Oh?”

Fett huffs softly. He reaches for Obi-Wan’s hand, his gauntlet reflecting the blue light of his ‘saber, and places it somewhere closer to the centre of the carving. There’s something there, maybe writing, maybe some kind of vegetal life. Obi-Wan blinks, mouth opening with a muted click, but Fett’s faster. He presses his palm down, his own on the back of Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Start there,” he says. He moves his hand away, takes a step back into the shadows. 

“And then?” Obi-Wan asks him. His mouth is suddenly dry. Fett just watches him, face serious, and at first Obi-Wan thinks he’s going to reply, that he’s going to explain—but then he looks away. He turns around and leaves the room. Obi-Wan listens to the echo of his footsteps fade, heart in his throat.

He closes his eyes then. He takes off his glove and places his hand on the carving, lets his fingers and his palm follow its curves, and he doesn’t understand yet, doesn’t quite see the shape of it clearly, but he finds that he’s beginning to.

[maul-antics]

He’s a shoots first and never ask questions later kind of guy

[cuminhoid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Jon Antilles, Jango Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: creature AU, Mythosaur Species (Star Wars), Jango is a Mythosaur, Krayt Dragons (Star Wars), Obi-Wan is a Krayt, Nonbinary Jon Antilles, Fantasy AU Series: Part 2 of All Hallows Jangobi 2024 Summary:

Jon Antilles follows magic's call, to a sight of great power.

Title: Heavy Horses - Jethro Tull  @allhallowsjangobi

[jewishcissiekj]

AURRA NATION ARE YOU STILL AWAKE. AURRA VARIANT FOR JANGO FETT #1 BY DAVID MARQUEZ

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Hiya! How about a frozen lake the winter prompts, with Jango17? (Or sparmij if that doesn’t spark joy)

Seventeen zips his bantha leather jacket up over the bulky clothes already covering his torso and flicks on the heating for his body glove on, then tucks his scarf into his collar and kicks his way out of the cabin.

There’s the barest snow on the ground, but it may actually be that it’s frosted over. The air is freezing and it makes him tuck his face further into his scarf as he makes his way down to the lake the cabin is situated somewhere above. As he makes his way down the hill, he sweeps his eyes around, looking for Jango. He finally spots him as he stumbles to the frozen edge of the lake, spotting the older man knelt over the ice a bit out.

Seventeen just watches—talking sounds too cold—but eventually Jango creaks back to standing and shuffles back towards the shore.

He can tell when Jango spots him, because he stands up straighter, eyes meeting Seventeen’s across the ice. He raises a mitten-covered hand in morning greeting, but he doesn’t talk either even as the two of them start up the hill.

“What was that about?” Seventeen asks as he opens the door to the cabin again.

Jango steps inside and starts unwinding his own scarf. “I was checking how deep the lake had frozen. I figured Boba would want to skate. And you, maybe.”

“What’s that have to do with has frozen?” Seventeen asks, starting to strip himself of his layers as he adjusts again to the stove-heated cabin. It’s too early for him to be thinking about what it could mean.

Jango scoffs. “I know damn well I taught you about that. The deeper it’s frozen, the more weight the ice can support without breaking. Thankfully it’s deep enough that even you and I could skate.”

Seventeen raises an eyebrow, but Jango just pulls his hat down over his eyes. When he’s pushed it back off, Jango’s already wandered off to the kitchen, just down to his own body glove and an extra pair of leggings.

He goes about starting the hot chocolate for the morning and Seventeen just watches him.

“Do you want to go skate?” Seventeen asks after letting it linger.

Jango hums, non-committal as he is about most things that don’t concern Boba.

Seventeen crosses over to the kitchen, coming up behind him. His hands fit well on Jango’s waist.

“Boba will be up soon,” Jango observes, stirring the pot of hot chocolate. The kid will smell it sooner rather than later and come down for breakfast. “I’ll put you to work if you don’t start yourself.”

That is instructions to get the nuna eggs out of the conservator. Seventeen takes one more moment where he is, courting trouble as usual, then darts over to get the eggs out.

“It’d be good to have something to do while watching Boba,” Jango finally says. “We have enough skates for all three of us.”

Seventeen grins wide enough that by the time Boba comes down the pre-teen gives him a look of disgust.

At least it makes Jango laugh.

[merlincmgirl]

Jealousy - Jango Fett x FReader - NSFW

Summary: When Jango catches his clones looking at you and flirting with you, he decides to remind them that you belong to him. Prime is the one who gets nice things.

Characters: Jango, Fox, Cody, Clone Cadets

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,898

Warnings: biting, marking, oral (male receiving), thigh riding, fingering, spanking, PinV sex, dom Jango, possessive!Jango, mentions of breeding, dirty talk, derogatory terms, Jango does not respect his clones

Author's Note: This was the first fic of this collection that I started writing, and it holds a special place in my heart. It feels so nice to end this with the one and only. He's a bit of an asshole in this, but after everything that Jango has gone through in his life, he's allowed to have some issues.

Translations:

Manda - the state of being Mandalorian in mind, body and spirit

ner mesh'la riddur - my beautiful spouse

riddur - spouse

Jango wasn’t blind. He was very aware of his clones and how they seemed to revolve around you wherever you went. A part of him was amused as he watched his carbon copies fawn over you. His love for you must be engrained into his DNA, a part of him just like his limbs or his sense of manda. He had loved you for years, way before he had been offered this role by Tyrannus, and he was pleased that you had accepted his offer to follow him to Kamino to build an army of clones for the Republic.

Another part of him hated it. It caused something dark and ugly to curl underneath his breast bone every time one of his clones looked at you in a way that you only received from him. Their eyes followed you when you walked by, they offered you help even when you were doing nothing. He had even seen one of his copies blush heavily at making you laugh and had to be caught by his batch mates when you had left. Jango had made sure that the clone was doing suicide runs around the whole of the Kamino base. Twice.

No. If he had his way, you wouldn’t interact with them at all. He’d keep you well away from their leering looks and pathetic flirtation attempts. Keep you in your private quarters, round with child and being doted on by him. But he was powerless to say no to you, especially when you complained of being bored whenever Boba was sent to his classes and he was training the clones along with the Cuy’val Dar. So he had agreed to allow you to help, mostly becoming an ambassador between himself and the long necks. He hated dealing with them, and you normally had the grace and patience to do so in his stead.

So as he watched his clones – from one of the Commander batches he was sure – speak with you in the hangar, he couldn’t help but clench his fist and feel a tight, burning feeling in his chest. You were smiling at whatever Kote and Fox were saying, and they were returning your kindness in full force. He was sure that Fox was leaning in closer to you.

“CC-2224, CC-1010, why are you not in your classes? I didn’t realise that Alpha-17 allowed his men to slack off whenever they felt like it” Jango’s voice boomed in the hangar. The two clones in front of you stiffened and quickly fell into attention and saluted to him. Guilt swirled in you, not wanting the troopers to get into trouble because of something you did.

“Jango, I was just asking them to help carry the deliveries I received to our rooms. It’s my fault they were running late” you excused, smiling softly at your riddur.

Jango didn’t say anything, but kept his eyes trained on his clones in front of him. Neither had relaxed their position, their obedience engrained and trained into them. Their eyes were fixed at a point over his shoulder as he stepped closer towards you. Even after all these years with you, he still savoured the way you relaxed into him as soon as he was close enough to do so. It was like you found safety only in his arms. Resting a hand on your lower stomach, he tugged you slightly against his front. Your ass pressed into the curve of his hip.

Letting out a little gasp, you couldn’t help but blush at Jango’s touch. He was normally quite reserved when you two were in company, preferring to not highlight his weakness to others. Wanting to keep you away from any harm or danger. Your noise didn’t go unheard, because you could see both troopers cheeks start turning red.

“Then what are you still doing here, troopers? You have your orders” Jango demanded, hard gaze boring into them.

“Yes, Prime, Sir!” they both chorused, refusing to look at either you or Jango. Instantly the two troopers in front of your snapped into movement, it was like they had suddenly been released from something that had kept them frozen and paralysed to the spot. Straight away they began to move to the crates that held your supplies and deliveries that had been imported from around the galaxy.

Sighing at your husband’s heavy and stern touch with the troopers, you shook your head and stepped away from him. “Kote, Fox, thank you for helping me with them. It’s very much appreciated, I’ll be sure to inform Alpha-17 of how helpful his men are and why they were late” I said, sending them a small thankful smile.

“Of course ma’am” Kote nodded, before almost shoving his brother and his crate out of the door in front of him.

“You don’t have to be soft with them” Jango stated, hooking a finger into your belt and dragging you back towards him.

Stumbling slightly as you landed against his front, you turned in his arms, sliding your hands over his chest plate and around his neck, your fingers instantly becoming entwined into the small curls at the back of his neck. “And you don’t have to be so hard on them, my love” you reminded, heart aching at the training that the clones had to go through. Seeing his mouth open to defend the training and cloning process once more, you placed your hand over his mouth, sighing softly. “I know, they’re trained soldiers meant for the Republic. I don’t want to argue with you about this again” you said softly, resting your forehead against his.

Jango slid his arms around your waist, tugging you even closer to him as you shared a Kedable kiss with him, sharing your breaths with him, the life that flowed through you and into him. He couldn’t help but want to bring you even closer, to feel your skin pressed against his, to hear your moans and gasps echo in his ears as he took such good care of you. Running a hand up the span of your back, he allowed himself to feel your warmth as he nuzzled his nose into yours. Reaching it’s target destination, his hand gripped the back of your neck, tilting your head up to meet his in a soft, barely there teasing kiss.

“You know, riddur, those clones see you as their savoir. You’re the one that they turn and watch whenever you walk by. The one that they all clamber to get even a moment of your attention” Jango whispered, laying gentle kisses from the corner of your lips, across your jaw and to the sensitive spot just underneath your ear. He enjoyed the way you shivered at the feel of his hot breath against you, sending goosebumps erupting over your skin.

“It’s because I’m one of the only women of their species on this planet” you rolled your eyes, dismissing his words. The clones had never interacted with a woman outside of their trainers, it was only natural they would want to speak with you and be close to you.

He hummed out a negative, shaking his head slightly, causing your jaw to tingle at the feel of his stubble brushing against you. “Because you’re part of me, loving you is written into my DNA” he breathed, amused at the shiver that ran through you at the feel of his warm breath caressing your ear.

You were momentarily stunned by his words, surprised at their softness. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your heart pound a little harder as you gripped onto his chest plate tighter, not wanting to let go.

“But you’re mine, they don’t get to have you” he claimed, the hand on the back of your neck tightening once more as his other came up to cup your throat. Jango didn’t squeeze, just rested it there as he guided your face up to his, looking in your eyes as they dilated slightly with the desire he was building inside of you.

Mouth suddenly going dry at his words, you could only nod and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. It wasn’t a secret that Jango was mostly indifferent to his clones, if not actively thought of them as canon fodder, but he had never been outright jealous of them before. You had only been talking with Kote and Fox briefly, what had brought this on?

“What do they call me, riddur?” he purred against your neck, laying kisses along the delicate skin as he kept the pressure light.

He was teasing you, drawing this out longer than he normally would. You knew that he was going to make you beg for him, he seemed in that kind of mood today. What had happened between this morning where he had kissed you and Boba goodbye at breakfast to now? The thought quickly fled your brain as you felt a warning squeeze around your throat. Oh, he wanted an answer.

“Prime, they call you Prime” you murmured, voice shaking slightly as you tried to find the words he wanted.

“That’s right, I’m Prime. The original, the first one, the most important” he confirmed, teeth beginning to graze against the hollow of your throat.

“Jango, you have nothing to prove – to anyone – least of all me” you reminded, tilting your head back slightly to give him more room. He was starting to become firmer in his kisses, working marks and bruises on your neck that you would display with pride. Carding a hand through his curls to try and soothe the agitation in him, you gasped as he nipped at your skin.

“Oh ner mesh’la riddur, I’m not proving anything, just giving them a little reminder” he smirked, pulling back to admire the bruises that was already starting to blossom on your neck.

The intoxicating atmosphere between you two was cut short however, as the door pinged, signalling it was opening. Stiffening, you went to step away from Jango, to a more respectable distance before his arms gripped tightly to your waist, keeping you pinned against his front. There was no hope of breaking his hold, it felt like durasteel was wrapped around you.

Blushing heavily at being caught in a compromising position, you risked a glance up to see who had disturbed you. It was Kote and Fox. No doubt coming back to collect the rest of the crates that was in the hangar. They stopped, eyes widening as they spotted you and Jango.

“2224, 1010, you will stand outside and keep watch” Jango ordered sharply, eyes catching the slight tinge of rouge on their cheeks at his words and the implications of them. Satisfied that this would no doubt spread through the ranks of the clones once he was finished with you, he dismissed them with a nod to the door.

You however, had never felt so exposed, like all your nerve endings were on fire at what Jango wanted to do. Embarrassment warred with the want to also have him fuck you for everyone to see and hear. You weren’t a stranger to the looks that Jango accumulated when he walked around the base from some in the Cuy’val Dar. This would no doubt spread like wild fire among everyone. You felt pride curl up in your chest at the thought that everyone would know just how much Jango adored you and wanted you, enough to not even wait to get back to your quarters it would seem.

As the door shut behind them, Jango scooped you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the crate nearest said doors. You groaned at the feel of his codpiece pressing into the apex of your thighs, rubbing against you with every step that he took. He settled you back on your feet and you couldn’t help but raise a judgemental eyebrow at him. Did he think he was bring subtle? Bringing you close to the door so everyone could hear.

“Strip, I don’t think you’d want me to rip your pretty clothes when the time comes to walk back to our rooms” he instructed, tugging on the neckline of your shirt.

“Didn’t think you would mind, riddur. I half expected you to want to carry me through the halls naked” you scoffed, shaking your head at him affectionately as you began to pull your shirt up over your head. As you threw it off, a hand snapped up to grip your jaw firmly, pressure making your lips part and a small whine to escape at the rough hold. Heat raced through you at that, and you weren’t surprised to feel your cheeks redden a little more.

“If I wanted everyone to see what you looked like, I would have told them to stay and watch as you screamed on my cock. But only I get to see that. Not those lab rats” he spat out, eyes heated as he stared down into your own.

Taking in a shaky breath, you nodded your understanding as heat flooded through you. Clenching your thighs to ease the pressure that was building behind your clit, your hands began to reach for your flight pants and shove them down over your hips until they pooled on the floor at your feet. Stepping out of them and your boots, you flicked them away from you, not bothering to look as you kept your eyes on your riddur.

“Good girl, you look so beautiful, my perfect riddur” he praised, hand coming up to your back to undo the chest band that kept your breasts hidden from view.

Instantly the cold air in the hangar hit your form, your nipples already pebbling and hardening under the cool and windy weather of Kamino. Stifling a moan at the feel of them hardening, you bit your lip and widened your legs a little.

Jango’s hand came up to tweak at your nipple, enjoying the pained gasp that you let out at his touch. He couldn’t get enough of your breasts, could imagine them swelling up and filling with milk when you decided to give him another child. The thought had him hardening even further in his compression suit and his codpiece was becoming even more uncomfortable.

“Go on, mesh’la, get me nice and ready to fuck your needy little hole” he ordered, hands coming to your shoulder to push you onto your knees in front of him.

Unable to help the moan that escaped you as you were trapped between his broad, strong body and the crate at your back, you spread your thighs as you got down onto your knees in front of him. With a lot of practice, you deftly undid the codpiece, dropping it to the side of you with a quiet thud of metal against metal.

You could see the bulge pressing against his compression suit and couldn’t help yourself as you pressed a soft kiss against the straining fabric.

“Fuck! Sweetheart! You’re going to kill me” he groaned, fingers trailing up from your shoulders to your neck.

Giggling softly at the tickling sensation, you worked to undo his pants, pushing them down off his hips enough for his cock to spring up. His cock was fully hard, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. He was a nice size and thick, you knew you would be feeling him tomorrow.

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly and letting out a muffled moan. “Open up, sweetheart” he instructed, hooking his thumb into your mouth to guide it open. Your hands clenched on your thighs, as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. God you couldn’t wait to take him into your mouth, to taste him as he pushed in with every roll of his hips.

Keeping your teeth out of the way, and your tongue out, Jango tapped the head of his cock onto your tongue before pushing into your mouth. The musky, salty taste of him had you moaning, legs spreading just a bit wider as he pushed himself even further into your mouth. You breathed through your nose, keeping your breathing calm as you lathed the underside of his cock with your tongue.

“Good girl, your mouth feels so good. So perfect around my cock” he grunted, hand coming to slide into your hair and tugging slightly on the strands.

As you got used to the feel of him once more pressed inside of you, resting in your mouth, you gave his thigh two taps with your fingers. The sign between you that he could continue.

“Stay there” he muttered, fingers carding through your hair before he tightened his grip on them. You nodded, knowing what he wanted and relaxing your throat muscles even further. He kept a reassuring hand on your cheek as he pushed even further into your mouth until your nose was pressed to the wiry, course hair at the bottom of his cock. “Ohh, good girl, taking all of me in your throat. Just relax, I’ll let you breathe in a second” he groaned, feeling the muscles spasm around his cock for a moment before you relaxed, breathing through your nose and sending fluttering tingles around his base.

Your hands gripped onto his sturdy thighs, eyes watering as you kept him in your mouth and waited for him to move. He was heavy in your mouth, leaving you no room to move or do anything but accept him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you whined as you fought against the urge to push him away or move.

Finally, he pulled out, just enough for you to suck air into your lungs before he thrust back in sharply, keeping that tight grip on your hair. He began fucking your face in earnest, the soft, gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat rung in the empty room. You dug your nails into the back of his thighs, pulling him even closer to you. You wanted as much as him in your mouth as he possibly could.

“Fuck, what a little whore you are, mesh’la. Even with my whole cock in your mouth, it’s still not enough, you still need more” he taunted, brushing a tear off your cheek as he looked down at your flushed face. He took in how your mouth was stretched around his thick cock, how your cheeks were red from your tears and the lust flowing through you. Your eyes were all glazed and glassy as he fucked every thought out of your head.

You tried to moan your agreement but all it came out as was muffled and hidden behind the rough slap of his balls against your chin. You wanted to cry at the feel of arousal that slid from your clenching opening. Unable to resist, you slipped your hand between your thighs and into your panties.

However, it seemed like he had a sixth sense when it came to you, Jango knew exactly what you were trying to do because he flicked your hand away with a low growl; stepping even further into your spread legs and nudging them even wider so that you got no relief from the pressure that was building in your core.

“You only cum on my fingers, on my cock. What a little slut you are, getting wet and desperate just from your riddur fucking your mouth” he snapped, tugging harshly on your hair and making you cry out around his cock. He gave a few more rough rolls of his hips before he was dragging you off his cock, leaving you gasping and trying to work as much air into your lungs as possible. Thick lines of saliva connected your mouth to his cock before Jango broke them.

Hands lifted you up and settled you against him. He brushed your sweaty, strands of hair away from your face and wiped away your tears. “Shh, you did so well for me mesh’la. Taking my cock into your wonderful mouth” he cooed, shushing your unsteady breaths and kissing your cheeks. “But I’m not finished with you yet” he smirked, twisting you both around until he was sitting down on the edge of the crate behind you.

You moaned loudly as he dragged your form up his thigh plate, the ridged metal was cool against your heated skin and pressed just right between your folds and against your clit. “Jango!” you pleaded, closing your eyes as you rested against his chest.

“I know, I know riddur. I want you to ride my thigh, want you to cum on it so that everyone can see your release dripping down the metal” he chuckled mockingly, cupping your cheeks to bring you in for a passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your cries as you began to rock your hips against his thigh plate. He took over all of your senses as you blossomed under his touch and kisses, letting him stoke the fire that was already building inside of you.

The groove of his thigh plate pressed perfectly against your folds, but the smoothness of the metal restricted what friction you could get from it. It was maddening, each movement of your hips enough to build you up to your peak but never threw you over it.

From the smirk on his face as he watched you ride his thigh, Jango knew. The bastard!

“Come on, mesh’la, want to see you cum for me and then I promise I’ll fuck you so good, everyone on this planet will know you’re mine” he swore, sliding his fingers up your thighs and teasingly reaching the apex of your thighs before pulling away. He chuckled at your growl of frustration.

“Jango! Please!” you whined, uncaring about how loud you were being now, or the clones outside the door. You just wanted to cum, feel the pleasure rush through you as Jango kept touching you.

“My poor riddur, is this not enough? Do you need more?” he murmured mockingly sweet, laying kisses along your collarbone, his stubble scratching deliciously against you. He grazed his teeth against the thin skin before sinking his teeth into you, making sure to leave a mark that others would see later.

“Yes! Please Jango! You know I do, please!” you cried, rolling your hips against the groove, anything to provide you some kind of stimulation to send you over the edge.

He sighed heavily, seemingly put out that you weren’t following his demands. “Very well, mesh’la, I suppose I could help you” he smirked, hands coming to land on your hips and raising you up. He shushed your tired whines before gathering the slick that was covering your thighs and his cuisse plate. “You’re soaking, riddur. All this from just sucking cock and riding my thigh. What a sweet little whore you are for me. I think you deserve a reward” he purred filthily into your ear.

You shivered from the warm breath that caressed your sensitive skin and the way he was pressed against you. Before you could reply however, Jango had pushed in two of his thick fingers into your dripping cunt. Finally being filled and stretched around him had you clenching down around his fingers, hips rocking forward as you let out a loud moan.

That was exactly what you needed as you began to ride his fingers, desperate to get to the edge of completion that he had you teetering on moments ago. As he curled them just right, searching for that spot inside of you that made your brain short circuit, you raised your hips higher, slamming them down on his hand with a loud squelching noise. Any other time you’d be embarrassed about how wet you were for this man, but the way Jango was playing you and your body had you crying out for more.

The coil in your stomach was tightening as you felt your cunt clench even tighter around the fingers inside of you.

“Good girl, can feel you cyar’ika… so tight. Gonna be a good girl for me and cum?” he groaned, thumb beginning to circle your swollen bud of nerves, pushing you closer and closer to your peak. You nodded, squeezing and digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Then cum for me!”

You shattered around him, a loud cry of his name echoing around the hangar as you shook, collapsing against his chest as you both panted heavily. You could feel his hard length press against your stomach as you tried to find words to assure him you would take care of him just as soon as you regained the use of your limbs.

“Perfect for me, ner mesh’la riddur” he whispered in Mando’a, affection laced in his voice. He ran a soothing hand up and down your back, waiting for you to settle once more.

He pulled his fingers out, kissing your cheeks as he did so. When you pulled back to look at him, he kept his gaze on yours before slipping his fingers into his mouth. The moan he let out had you clenching your thighs around his, mouth falling open at just how hot he looked in this moment. Bronzed skin shiny with a light layer of sweat, dark curls beginning to stick to his temples as he sucked your release off his fingers. He ran his tongue through the gap, making sure to put on a show for you, showing just how much he loved the taste of you.

Chuckling, he lifted you up off him and turned you both around until he had you bent over the crate that you two had been leaning on. He let out an appreciative noise as he viewed your ass, squeezing your cheeks and pulling them apart.

You whimpered, feeling even more heat rush to your face at the thought of being so on display for him. Jango had seen every part of you, tasted and touched every inch of you but it still embarrassed you at how much he enjoyed taking you in.

“As delicious as you are, riddur. I can’t wait to fuck you. Want everyone to know just how well I can fuck you. They might be my clones but only I get to have you” he growled, leaning forward to press kisses up your spine before sucking a bruise onto the back of your neck. When he was satisfied at how you writhed beneath him, he pulled back but not before giving you a hard spank that landed solidly against your cheek.

The flare of pain only heightened your pleasure as you groaned, pushing your hips back to seek his.

“When I get you back to our rooms, I’m going to eat you out for hours. Gonna make you cum so many times on my face, I won’t ever forget the taste of you” he promised, running his fingers through your folds before spreading your arousal onto his cock.

“Jango, come on! Need you inside me, please” you urged him, wiggling your hips to try and entice him to fuck you.

But Jango was a stubborn bastard and all he did was chuckle, holding his cock and pushing the tip through your folds and against your clit. “You can beg sweeter than that” he murmured, hearing you groan in frustration at that.

And yes, Jango may know how to tease you and work you up into madness, but you knew all his tricks as well. And you weren’t against using them against him.

“Please riddur, my strong, brave husband. Let everyone know that I’m yours” you pleaded, biting your lip as you pushed back enough to feel him nudge against your clit once more. “Please… want you to fuck me” you whimpered, feeling the flare of heat flood through you at that.

Jango let out a loud primal snarl before he was thrusting into you in one smooth motion, holding you still as you let out a loud cry, fingers digging into the crate beneath you.

“That what you wanted? Huh, mesh’la? Want to feel me inside you, stretching out this sweet little cunt?” he hissed, gritting his teeth at the feel of your hot, tight walls squeezing and spasming around him as you got used to his cock. His hands landed on your hips, keeping you both still until you were both ready for him to move.

“Fuck! Can feel you in my throat!” you gasped, widening your legs slightly before moaning as he sunk deeper into you. “Jango!” you shouted, reaching back to cover his hand with your own. He entwined your fingers, rubbing small circles with the other one into your hip. Nodding, you tapped out your signal to go and that was all it took for Jango to fuck the life out of you.

He pulled back, cock dragging along your walls before slamming back into you, forcing the air out of your lungs as you scrambled to keep hold of the crate. His sharp thrust sent you further along the rough surface, his animalistic grunts filling the room along with the wet noise as your cunt welcomed him back in with every thrust.

Thoughts of keeping quiet fled your brain, all you could think about was Jango and how good he felt as he pinned you down and fucked you.

It felt like he was carving a place for himself inside of you, stretching and filling you in ways that you didn’t think you would ever become used to. Slick flooded around him, and you buried your face into the crook of your arm, unable to stop the loud moans and cries falling from your lips.

“So good, you’re gushing mesh’la. Is this what you needed? A nice, hard fuck to remind you that you’re mine. That you’re my riddur, my love” he chuckled filthily, hand travelling up your spine and to the nape of your neck. He squeezed it slightly, keeping you bent over for him as he railed into you.

He loved you like this, able to see your ass bounce around his cock. The sounds you let out was driving him closer to his own completion, the soft cries and moans of his name enough to have his balls tightening. He groaned against your back leaving a deceptively soft kiss to your shoulder compared to the harsh thrusts of his cock inside of you.

“That’s it, mesh’la. This little cunt was made for me. Who else could fuck you like this, huh?” he snarled, snapping his hips into yours. He didn’t give you a chance to reply, pulling you off the crate and to the floor. Arranging you on your knees, he tugged your hips back and slammed back into you, sending you wailing into the air as you threw your head back. His cock sinking deeper into you with this new position, balls hitting your clit as he fucked you into the floor.

A loud smack filled the air as he spanked your ass.

“I asked you a question!”

“You! Only you! Oh!”

“That’s right, riddur. Only me, only I can see you like this, only I can make you feel this good” he growled, reaching around your front to rub at your clit.

Unable to help it, your legs shook from the waves of pleasure that was washing over you, body quivering as Jango tilted his hips slightly to hit you at a different angle. Just as you were about to shatter around him, pushed over the edge, he pulled his fingers away from your bundle of nerves.

“Nooo! Jango, please! Please!” you begged, almost sobbing as he denied you your release.

“You’re mine!” he snarled out, squeezing your hips so hard you were sure they would be bruised tomorrow.

You nodded, words getting caught in your throat as he thrust harder into you. It felt like he was staking his claim over you, not allowing you or anyone close by to forget that.

It seemed your silence wasn’t what he wanted though, as he tangled his hand in your hair and pulled up sharply, arching your back and making you cry out, hips pushed even more into his rolling ones.

“Say it riddur!” he ordered, pinching your nipple, “say it and then you can cum.”

“I’m yours” you screamed out, not caring about who heard just as long as you could cum.

“Good girl, my good, sweet girl” he praised, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

You couldn’t stop the cry of his name as you came around his cock, clenching and squeezing him as you were forced over the edge, pleasure wracking through your trembling body. Jango couldn’t stop as his hips stuttered, thrusting two, three more times before he released his load inside of you, your name tumbling loudly from his lips.

Jango tried not to collapse on top of you, instead angling his body to the side and pulling you into his arms. The cold durasteel floor wasn’t comfortable, and he tugged you onto his chest so that you were a bit warmer and cosier against him.

Once your breaths had calmed down, and you were nuzzled into the crook of Jango’s neck, you let out a little giggle. “You didn’t even undress” you reminded him, smiling into the sweaty skin beneath you.

“Sorry, mesh’la. I promise you can undress me as much as you want when we get back to our rooms” he chuckled, wrapping his arms even tighter around you.

“Good, but I think I need a shower. I’m starting to feel sticky” you grimaced, feeling his softened cock slip out of you and his release trickle down. You pushed yourself up from his chest, taking a look at the beautiful man beneath your hands. However, Jango couldn’t hide the smug look from you. Whacking his chest you glared playfully at him. “You’re not the one that’s going to be dripping all the way back” you grouched, shaking your head at him.

“Oh mesh’la, don’t talk like that, you’ll make me want to start round 2” he smirked, tugging you back down to his chest.

“No way! You’re going to carry me back to our rooms. I don’t think my legs are going to work after that” you told him, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Of course, riddur” he agreed readily, eager to have you in his arms.

Frowning, you cupped his cheek, looking down into his beautiful chestnut eyes. “You know you’re the only man for me, right? No matter if these men share your face, they never will be you” you reminded him softly, wanting to reassure him after all this.

“I know love, I know. I’ve never doubted you” he assured, cupping your face and bringing your foreheads together. He took in a few deep breaths, committing you to his memory once more before pulling away with a small smile. “Now, lets get you dressed. I believe we should have the next hour or so to ourselves” he grinned, pinching your side and laughing at your squeal of surprise.

“Good! Now go and dismiss those troopers! I want my riddur all to myself” you ordered, reaching for your discarded clothes. His laughter warmed the cool room as he went to do what he was told.

[kotemf]

Codywan week - day 7

This is my last (late) post for @codywanweek 2024, thank you guys for organizing this event because I sure enjoyed it. I hope you all enjoy reading the story. You can read here, on Wattpad or Ao3.

  Prompt: modern AU (teacher / university / academia AU), courting, dimension travel (by one character)

The mandalorian palace in Keldabe was under attack. It was Death Watch, only there was more of them than the haat'ade thought. There were supposed to be a few hundreds at most. These were thousands. They weren't prepared for this.

  Kote was in his room when the attack started. He wasn't dumb, didn't stay there. Just put his bucket on and went to fight rather than wait for the demagolkase to come for him. With his blaster ready, he ran through the corridors, shooting at every kyr'tsad warrior he came across.

  Making sure his blaster was ready to fire, he turned another corner. Someone was there. Only at the last moment, Kote recognized his buir's armor. He lowered his weapon. So did Jango.

  "Kot'ika..." Jango hauled Kote into a firm embrace. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

  "Why are- why are you telling me this?" Kote had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

  "Not all of us are getting out of here. You have to go, Kot'ika. While there is still time. Take Boba and get out of here."

  "But I- I can't just-"

  "You can and you will. Take Boba and go."

  "I can't- I can't! I can't leave you here, I can't leave the others here!"

  "I know it's hard, Kot'ika. But you have to do it, for Mandalore. You need to run and wait for the right moment. You will defeat kyr'tsad once, when the time comes. I believe in you, ner Kote."

  "I'm scared, buir," Kote admitted.

  "It's okay to be scared sometimes, Kot'ika. What matters is that you can face your fears. I love you." Jango brought their foreheads together into a gentle keldabe kiss. After a moment, he pulled away and with a brief touch to Kote's shoulder, he was gone.

  Kote suppressed his tears. This wasn't the right time for crying. He had to find Boba and get then out of there. He couldn't fail Mandalore. He couldn't fail his buir, his mand'alor. And most importantly, he couldn't fail his vod'ika.

  It's been two years since they crash landed on Earth due to some problem with the hyper drive. With their ship broken and no way to repair it on Earth, there was no way of going back. They were never going to see buir again, they won't even know if he survived the attack. The same goes for their brothers, their friends and the rest of the haat'ade. 

  It sucked but everything could be much worse. Cody didn't even want to think about what could happen if it wasn't Obi-Wan who found their crashed ship in the middle of a forest.

  Obi-Wan Kenobi was a wonderful man. It didn't hurt that he was also attractive. And so very mandokarla. When he found a damaged aircraft in the forest, he didn't go and report it. He made sure that Cody and Boba were alright, took them home with him and helped them to adapt and to get registered as citizens. That's how Cody got the new name.

  Cody loved Obi-Wan.

  They still shared an apartment, but a bigger one now. When Cody started seeking a new home for himself and Boba because they just couldn't bunk on Obi-Wan's couch forever, Obi-Wan admitted that he enjoyed their company. They ended up renting a bigger apartment, with a room for each of them, and splitting the bills. They worked well like that. Cody cooked and made sure that Obi-Wan didn't forget to eat. Obi-Wan watched Boba when before Cody got back home from work.

  Cody liked seeing Obi-Wan engage with Boba. He was a mandalorian. They gentle way Obi-Wan spoke to Boba, how he played with the boy, might be the main reason why Cody fell for him.

  Right now, Obi-Wan was once again patiently helping Boba with his math homework. Boba excelled in English, perhaps thanks to Obi-Wan being his English teacher, but he was struggling with math. Cody was glad Obi-Wan could explain math to Boba because he had no idea how he would do it.

  It also gave him time. When he knew that Obi-Wan was with Boba in the living room, he couldn't come to Cody's bedroom. Cody didn't need Obi-Wan walking in right now. He didn't want Obi-Wan to know just what was in the package that Cody got earlier that day. Obi-Wan would definitely have questions that Cody couldn't answer just yet.

  Cody waited for the weekend before revealing the contents of the package to Obi-Wan. He cooked dinner, same as every day, only then instead of bringing the dessert right after they finished their meals, he handed Obi-Wan a carefully wrapped package. Obi-Wan looked surprised. Boba, not so much.

  Cody was nervous as he watched Obi-Wan unwrap it. He was so sure when he picked it out. But what if he picked the wrong thing?

  "It's nice," Obi-Wan said a few moments after he finally got a look at his gift. He didn't sound too convinced. 

  "If you don't like it, I can just retu-"

  "No, no, it's nice," Obi-Wan lied. Cody was sure he was lying.

  "Obi-Wan, I can tell you don't like it. It's okay."

  "No, I do like it. I just... I guess I didn't expect you to gift me a knife? Not that I don't like it, it's just... unexpected."

  Boba leaned closer to Obi-Wan. "Knife is a traditional mandalorian courting gift," he whispered loudly enough that even Cody could hear it. Boba was smart, Cody had to admit. He himself didn't even realize that to Obi-Wan, the ornamented weapon might not mean anything.

  "A courting gift?" Obi-Wan's eyes widened in realization. "I- Cody, I had no idea you felt that way!"

  "It's okay if you don't feel the-"

  "Of course I feel the same!"

  Cody didn't remember the last time he was this happy.

  A few months later, Cody found himself standing in the forest, where Obi-Wan first found them and their crashed ship. Obi-Wan was standing next to him. He dressed into a suit for the occasion and Cody thought he looked gorgeous.

  "I love you." Cody couldn't help but say it for the millionth time that day.

  "Considering we're about to get married, I would hope so."

  Cody grinned. He still couldn't believe it. He was marrying Obi-Wan, the love of his life, his amazing cyare. He held out one of his old vambraces, something he didn't even wear anymore and that Obi-Wan will probably never have a use for, but beautifully traditional all the same. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde," Cody recited the ancient mandalorian words.

  Obi-Wan took the vambrace before reciting the vows himself. He started learning mando'a shortly after Cody courted him, even if Cody assured him he didn't have to. He did love hearing the mando'a spoken with Obi-Wan's crisp accent, though. To finish the ceremony, he accepted a ring from Obi-Wan. That wasn't traditionally mandalorian but they decided that since Obi-Wan didn't posses any armor, the ring, traditional for most of the worlds in the galaxy, will be a nice exchange for the beskar vambrace.

  Then it was over. Just like that. They were married.

  Cody couldn't resist grabbing Obi-Wan, his beautiful, amazing riduur around the waist and spinning him in the air before finally kissing him. They kissed before, sure. But that was different. He wasn't just kissing his boyfriend anymore. He was kissing his husband. And Cody loved that feeling.

  Until Boba started fake gagging. Cody guessed he should've expected that from the nine years old. He couldn't say he was mad at the boy, though. Boba was a good kid, if a little grumpy. And as estranged as they used to be, being the oldest and the youngest of the brothers with almost twenty years between them, their time on Earth brought them together. Taking care of younger brothers used to be a chore but now, taking care of Boba strangely felt... nice.

  That being said... "We actually wanted to say one more vow today. If you will agree, Boba, that's it."

  Boba looked confused.

  "We were- we were thinking about adopting you," Obi-Wan explained.

  "If you don't want to, it's okay," Cody added.

  Boba looked at them, wide eyed. "You- you want to adopt me? Like... be my buire?"

  "Yes, darling. We would love to." Obi-Wan answered and in a moment, he had his arms full of a sniffling boy. Cody decided not to be offended at not being the first one to be hugged and instead hugged both Boba and Obi-Wan. His riduur and his ad. His throat was burning with tears as he said the gai bal manda. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Boba."

  "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad," Obi-Wan repeated the words. Cody could tell he was crying and he couldn't really blame him.

  "I love you both so much." Cody kissed Boba's dark curls and then pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan's cheek. This was the most important day of his life, he decided. It didn't matter that there was no one to witness it, no one taking pictures and filming videos. What mattered was that Cody was going to remember this day until the day he died.

[kenfetti-week]

WOOOHOOOO!!! We've got some fun prompts in the works that we're very excited to share! [ Photo Text Reads: Kenfetti Week 2024:

Good news everyone, Kenfetti Week is back for another year!

This year we’re doing something a little different, over the last three years we received a *lot* of submissions for the prompts for each day of the event. Despite doing our best to group them by kind and create broader categories that work to cover as many of the prompts we receive as possible, you all have submitted so many that we couldn’t do them all. So this year our prompts will be all the ones from previous years that didn’t make it into the schedule before! So this Sunday, May 12th 2024, we’ll be announcing this years prompts. We’re so excited and we hope you are too! This year you’ll have until July 28th to post your submissions and the event and reveals will be on the first full week of August, the 4th through the 10th!

See you this Sunday! /end ID]

@swfandomevents

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 28 minutes, 33 seconds

Original Work: move my feet towards your body (i can hear this beat) by @siderealdei [Siderea on ao3]

Star Wars: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi | Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: 

The Rid'oya'karir hasn't been called in centuries. Just Obi-Wan's typical luck that the Manda chose him, out of all possible beings, to step up to the challenge, so to speak. Following in the footsteps of Revan, Tarre, and perhaps a dozen others that he knows of, he will go to Mandalore, enter one of their forests, and run - until the Force and the Manda tell him the 'right person' has caught him.

Notes: my final fic to be posted for @fandomtrumpshate 2024! Requested by my incredible friend @wanderingjedihistorian, who waited oh so patiently for this, which was supposed to be posted by her birthday at the very latest. Alas, here we are, December 27th. All that to say, I hope you enjoy!