#Obijango

[the-writing-mill]

Day 6 of @kenfetti-week! Some arranged marriage treaty kidnapping for The Ties that Bind prompt!

[voiceofspacecalling]

It’s Another Time

Part I

He makes it off Geonosis by the skin of his teeth.

The Jedi—Windu, had nearly sliced his head off. Only a not so stray shot from a clanker had saved him.

It hit him on the side, not a fatal wound, but certainly one, sooner treated, the better.

It served both the purpose of knocking him down and giving Windu reason to pause his attack long enough for Kenobi to rush over to them.

Kriffing Kenobi then proceeded to give him the option of leaving the battlefield with his son, living to fight another day.

With a hole in the side, and the building outrage of Jedi master who seemed eager to decapitate him. It wasn’t much of a choice.

It was too clean, despite injuries, it was too kriffing simple. Even when Windu began to protest, he almost immediately relented, when Kenobi played the famous Jedi, “we’re peace keepers first” card. Before Escorting—dragging him off to where his son was hidden in the shadows. Too easy.

Blasted force wielders.

Jango, now leaning heavily on his son, who isn’t so much as supporting his weight, as dragging him back to the Slave I. Knows he should be dead right now.

He isn’t, and it’s due to the most reckless man he’s ever met. Who he now owes a debt to...

Fantastic.

[magdalyna]

so the other day I was trying to plot out how a ObiMaul idea would go, the middle of it at least except that the plot kept yanking to the wild blue yonder and started What If-ing about who precisely was on the other ship that tried to instigate shenanigans with the slave ship Jango was trapped on after Galidraan.

About a Jango that was covered in blood, not all of it the same color but he was free -- gloriously free and no one would ever put chains on him again.

After he spaced the mess on Slave 1 he went to the other ship to be sure he’d gotten everyone, and in the leader’s quarters he found the crate, human sized like an ancient coffin.

He opens it with a blaster drawn but once he sees -- human male, visibly young, nude, full restraints on ankles, knees, wrists, elbows, chest, an IV dripping something to obviously keep him unconscious, and a muzzle too that covers half his face. 

With the muzzle off, Jango reassess -- obviously a pleasure slave in the middle of transport. The ginger coloring and symmetrical, alluring features all but guarantees it. All the overkill in precautions points to a spirit that is likely unbroken, unbent, uncowed.

It is this more than anything else that clinches it for Jango.

Something else catches his attention then: the metal collar with sickly yellow pulsing nodes, wholly mechanical he is certain but too unsettlingly similar to poison in his hindbrain for much comfort.

A Force-suppressant collar.

A Force-suppressant collar on a drugged out pleasure slave who can’t be Core age legal, not that Jango has much room himself to lecture on the topic.

He does what he can about the IV, checks the scattered datapads in the room and does some quick mental math before he chances manipulating the set up in any way.

He’s working his way up the youth’s body, unlocking the cuffs ankle upwards, letting them drop in a pile outside the crate beside him. He’s gotten to the chest when he locks eyes with the young man, his eyes impossibly blue in the dim glow of the crate and room theyre in.

A beatific smiles blooms across the youth’s face. “I knew you’d come for me, cy’are,” he breathes out, a thready thing caught between them. Jango is close enough to count his eyelashes. He is uncomfortably aware of the fact he is still covered in blood. Those eyes glimmer and then they flutter closed once more.

He moves them both and anything else of value, including the restraints over to Slave 1 before he sets the second ship to self-destruct.

He doesn’t remove the Force-suppressant collar.

Jango has too many questions for the youth, not the least of which is how a Jetti knows perfect Mando of Jaster Meerel’s ancestors, the coarse martial tongue of Jango’s people and not the smoothed over polished thing the New Mandolorians insist is the language of Mandalore.

[the-writing-mill]

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It's Official,

Kenfetti Week 2022 is on its way!

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It's not quite "live" yet, but some of the mods have seen questions floating around discord about whether Kenfetti Week will return for 2022, so we thought we'd go ahead and confirm that it is! Mods are currently fiddling with such things as google forms for prompt submissions, many and varied spreadsheets for tracking, you know, stuff and things, and confirming dates and personal schedules and responsibilities between ourselves.

More information (and a proper announcement post) about the week itself is incoming, but we're happy to confirm that we're here for Round 2!

Happy New Year and Happy Kenfetti!

[blackkatmagic]

Thanks, I was so sure it's not an ObiJango one, that it might be Agen... I think I'm either mixing several, or plain dreamed it up x)

xD If it helps, I know I’ve talked about writing one like that, and I have a JangoJon like that in my WIPs. Maybe that’s where it’s from?

[ladydisofdurin]

forget the clone wars obijango divorce debacle

Shimi/Jango supremacy rise up‼

[aces-to-apples]

So... what's your opinion of the Obi-Wan/Jango ship names? (Jangoobi, Jangobi, Obijango, Jangowan, etc.) Including the fact that no one can seem to decide what the name is?

Personally, I use jangowan for ease of communication, although a proper portmanteau would be... wait for it... Obigo.

Listen, when I make my absurd posts about how bad fandom is at naming ships, I'm not saying that our options aren't shit. I'm saying that so many people pick the WORST OPTION OUT OF THE BUNCH and then that's what gets popular. I hate it. Mixing first names and surnames, or only using the first part of each party's first names, 1) is not how name-smushing works, 2) is Ugly, 3) is DUMB AS HELL.

Thank you for enabling my TEDTalk.

[harleykeener]

Dha Kar’ta    c: 10/?

The kyber hums around him, as if he wasn’t at this exact moment considering walking away from the Order.

On Illum to replace the 'saber he lost on Naboo, Obi-Wan's visions lead him to a kyber that sings in Mando'a.

[inqorporeal]

I am SHAMELESSLY hoping for some ObiJango here (I'm so sorry but your fic is what's made me ship them sooo) but for that ctrl+f thing - kiss??

(WIP wordsearch meme)

Unfortunately they’re not quite there yet! xD More Old Republic Sith dramaz instead:

It was like kissing the Avatar of Death, itself: glorious and terrifying and indescribably gentle.

[the-writing-mill]

And finally, day 7 of @kenfetti-week, where to add a little spice I ask "what if a/b/o was actually brain parasites?"

[voiceofspacecalling]

Another Time Maybe

The Jedi kicks him in the face, and Jango can’t help but think maybe in another time and place, he might’ve offered to buy him a drink.

The man is skilled, not quite in his league, not yet. But sooner rather then later he’ll be a force that Jango will have to watch out for. Assuming the Jedi survives this encounter.

“You always did the like spirited ones.” Jaster’s teasing voice comes back to him unbidden.

Yes I do, but...

Then the Jedi kicks him off the side of the platform despite being tied to him.

They tend to be reckless fools too. He thinks wryly, sinking his blade into the structure to halt his descent.

The Jedi follows, flying past him and off the platform, threatening to drag him down too. It’s only with mild regret that he releases the cable linking them together.

A shame the man had to be a Jedi.

Later, when he sees that the Jedi not only managed to survive the fall, but managed to follow him all the way to Geonosis. He knows that in another time he definitely would’ve offered to buy Kenobi a drink.

Part II

[magdalyna]

im in my jango fett feels

ok but what if after dying, Jango doesnt just disappear: he is not a force user but he has bound up his fate to the Jedi, to the very galaxy itself -- the clones, his sons, who are *him* in some way deep down, but their own people nonetheless -- well, the Force does what the Force wants. in this case, what it wants is for Jango to haunt his clones to their last days, cycling through as an observer to each of his children, forced to follow their days, learn their names, their habits, the quirks that make them individuals.

some of his sons do not have names yet before they are taken by battle. some cling to rules, some grasp at identity distinct from the GAR with an equal or fiercer hold than those whose comfort is the regs manual.

following the commanders is always a trial, for the proximity to the Jetti, or he is bemused to find the clones term some Jedi with a careful or disdainful remove but the ones they term Jetti they do with a warm devotion. 

the ones they call Jetti are even loved, whether as family, shield sibling or partner.

when Jango was alive, the thought of the Jedi’s ultimate betrayal at the hands of his clones, men who wore his face being the one who cuts the Jedi down one by one -- it had pleased him in a bone deep way.

now when he sees the way Cody or Bly, or even Wolffe look at their Jetti, he knows the sickening clench of guilt in what used to be his stomach.

the way Aayla Secura or Plo Koon look back is almost worse.

the way Obi Wan Kenobi looks back is definitely worse.

there are some intimacies the Force whisks him away from to cycle among his other sons, and for that Jango is grateful. he doesnt want to know for sure if Bly and Secura have exchanged the vows. if he had any certainty about Cody and Kenobi, then this would be an unliving hell for true.

as it is Jango cherishes and loathes his time shadowing Boba with equal measure.

what he once looked forward to with the most exquisite anticipation, he now dreads.

one day, the Force whispers to him as Cody and Kenobi go after Grievous once again. It says: he will attack your beloved and hate himself for it and Jango would have neatly swallowed his tongue if he were still of the living. For of course he would be able to lie or distract himself from why Cody and Kenobi is worse than the others, but not the Force. It is a bitter truth he finds unwelcome.

[the-writing-mill]

Guess which AU is back on @kenfetti-week day 5 (Caught Up with You) for some smut this year? 😏

[the-writing-mill]

@kenfetti-week day 3! In which the haunting/possession/etc. for "You want it? Haunt it" prompt is two dudes haunting themselves, aka reincarnating and reuniting. Because why write Kenfetti when you can write Kenfetti and Mand'alor the Ultimate/Cassus Fett?

[the-writing-mill]

@kenfetti-week is here! Here's my day 1 entry for the "Once Upon a Galaxy" prompt. It's a fun fairy tail with wizard Obi-Wan, Prince Jango, and a legendary dragon

And some dubious morality, more dubious humanity, and so dubcon it's basically noncon body modification

[the-writing-mill]

@kenfetti-week is back on! And now we’re off to day two that’s kind asking the question “what would it take to escape the power structure of patriarchal power and all the toxic masculinity and corruption that brings” but is also really also about just writing a sad but hopeful mafia one shot with aesthetics I like.

For the “Saints not Sinners” prompt