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[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

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Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He’s forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son’s Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, OC, Peli Motto, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles, The Armorer.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal.

Chapters: 38/?

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Luke couldn't tell how much time had passed since he entered the cave until the moment the Armorer talked to him again, she approached him carrying the fresh forged beskar plates in a neat pile. He blinked astonished discovering that the mudhorn signet was engraved on one of the pauldrons and his heart leapt in his chest.

"Mandalorian Jedi, are you ready?" She asked standing before him and leaning forward.

"I am."

"This is the way."

Chapter 38: Warmth

Standing by the bed, inside The Mand'alor's room, there were two men that went through a lot together. Din couldn't help but caress Luke's beskar chest plate reverently, seeing Luke wearing mandalorian iron for the first time ignited something inside him, a fire that wasn't in there before. Brown eyes fixed on that particular piece of mandalorian armour, the pads of his fingers brushing the surface smoothly, a touch soft as feathers, he looked at Luke, boring into his eyes and closed the distance between them kissing him again as he laid him down on his back. Luke placed his hand at the base of Din's skull, moving his fingers to stroke his brown hair. Din pulled back staring down at his cyare, taking in the sight, he supported himself by leaning his hands on the mattress at Luke's sides. Luke smiled at him, blinking a couple of times "What's on your mind, love?" He asked, his voice quiet as he rubbed the tip of his forefinger along the space between Din's eyebrows, Din swallowed heavily realizing he was frowning.

He cleared his throat "You." He said with a deep voice before closing his eyes and ducking his head to press a kiss on the Jedi's chest plate. The blonde chuckled digging is fingers into Din's scalp, threading his fingers through his dark curls, he let his eyes fall closed before pressing the back of his head against the pillow arching his back a little when he noticed Din was leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over the beskar as he soothed his hands on Luke's waist, squeezing his flesh, bringing all kinds of excited noises out of the little Jedi. Din stopped, his chin and bottom lip still pressed against the chest plate, his mouth partially open, he looked up at Luke's face with curious eyes, his lover was squirming beneath him "You like this, don't you?"

Luke nodded opening his eyes, when he met Din's gaze he sighed deeply "Fuck, look at you." He said under his breath pulling at his hair a little and grinding his teeth "How?"

"How, what?" The mandalorian asked moving his head to nuzzle Luke's vambrace, making him let go of his hair, he kept nuzzling Luke's wrist until his mouth reached his glove and he playfully nibbled at the leather making the blonde hiss.

"Fuck." Luke uttered bucking his hips almost involuntarily, grinding up against Din's chest plate, his arousal poking into the other man's beskar. Din's lips curled up in a devilish way, he chuckled softly, looking at Luke sideways, he fluttered his eyelashes as he nibbled at the glove once again, this time letting out a deep sigh, warming Luke's skin through the dark leather. "How could you look this sinful and irresistible after all this time?" He finally answered Din's question.

Din stilled and stared at him for a moment, then he kissed Luke's palm muttering "Oh, yeah?" He moved to sit on his hills, releasing Luke's hand with care "And what about you, cyar'ika?" He eyed him up and down and the Jedi was gaping at him, propping himself up on his elbows "Have you taken a look at yourself today?" He ran his knuckles over Luke's thigh plate, and down, grazing his knee and shin guard. "I-" He trailed off as his hands roamed all over the Jedi's legs.

Luke snorted out a laugh "You like this, don't you?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow, teasing Din by quoting his words. Din crawled over Luke's form and covered him completely with his own body grinding his hips down against his groin, Luke tossed his head back groaning as Din started rocking his hips, the pressure of Luke's hard cock against his own making him moan.

"I think that answers your question, Luke." He huffed, overwhelmed by Luke's response, his cyare moved his legs to give him more access and draped his arm around Din's neck to kiss him only breaking apart to gasp against his lips.

Din's head started spinning when he felt the wetness through the fabric of his trousers, not knowing if it was his own, Luke's or a combination of both of them.

"G-nahh-" He sighed "Luke, I need-"

"Yeah. Me too." The Jedi took his gloves off and slipped his left hand between them and with fidgety fingers he undid Din's fly, Din rested his forehead against Luke's letting out a soft gasp when he felt the Jedi's hot skin around him. He stroked Din's cock a couple of times before freeing himself from the confines of his own trousers, he half smiled curling his hand around both of them as Din wrapped it with his own. They kept moving in tandem, kissing, gasping, groaning and moaning each other's name, until Din withdrew his hand and shifted slightly against the Jedi. Luke opened his eyes and frowned, tilting his head "What?" He whispered between hot puffs. Din grinned tapping his fingers on Luke's hand making him loosen his grip around their members.

He straddled him leaning his forearms on the mattress to support himself and started rutting against Luke, rubbing their cocks together, their chest plates clacking every time they moved. Luke bored into his eyes meeting every thrust, Din loved every single detail of the little Jedi's expression, his eyebrows raised, his blue eyes turned into black pools of arousal, his reddened lips partially open, his cheeks flushed, his dirty blonde hair plastered on his skin, gorgeous. He moved his hand meeting Luke's and pinning it against the pillow above Luke's head, the Jedi intertwined their fingers not breaking eye contact with Din.

Din moved his hips back and forth slowly, relishing in everything Luke was offering him, trying to make this moment last forever. When the blonde moaned deeply, he inclined his head hiding his face in the crook of his neck feeling Luke twitching against him, the Jedi was profusely leaking all over him making his cock throb, Luke felt so silky, hot and wet that the tension in Din's gut grew impossible tighter. Maybe this was a dream and the Jedi wasn't there with him after all but far away from Mandalore as the council demanded, or maybe this was real and he was the man Luke Skywalker chose to be vulnerable with, still it felt like a vivid dream.

"This is how mandalorians make love?" Luke asked, voice shaking, eyes closed, chest plate rising and falling with rapid breaths and Din's brain short-circuited.

The Jedi kept thrusting up against Din until he realized that the mandalorian wasn't moving anymore. He opened his eyes, he frowned leaning back a little to lock eyes with him "Din?" He said letting out a harsh breath. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Din's shoulders, almost like if he was afraid of killing the moment. "Din? What is it?" He asked again, digging his fingers into Din's neck.

"Are we?" Din finally inquired.

The Jedi's eyes went round, he stared at Din with a puzzled expression "Huh?" He managed to say.

"Are we making love?" Din pressed his lips together feeling his heartbeat speeding up. Although he already knew at this point that Luke was in love with him, he still couldn't process the fact that little Jedi was finally feeling that this was more than just lust. And maybe, just maybe, he needed to convince himself about it as well.

Luke's lips parted as realization seemed to hit him, he raised his eyebrows "Oh." He muttered, he blinked a few times pursing his lips and Din could have sworn that his heart stopped beating until Luke pressed their foreheads together and sighed deeply "If you are asking me if this time feels different-" He moved his head slightly capturing Din's upper lip between his own "It does." He added taking Din's breath away. He smiled against Din's cheek as he caressed his pauldron and arm, then he slid his hand down his chest plate reaching the utility belt "You still have it?" He asked quietly, looking at Din under his lashes.

Din's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes." He answered breathing hard in anticipation.

Luke swallowed tightly "Would you-"

Din didn't hesitate, fishing the small bottle out of his utility belt in a heartbeat, he put it in Luke's hand. "Wait, cyare." Din leaned back "We need to get rid of our armours first."

The blonde Jedi nodded staring down at himself realizing that his chest plate was already stained "I'm sorry, you would find this disrespectful."

Din's heart melted at those words and the sight of Luke's flushed face "No, no, cyar'ika." He chuckled cupping Luke's cheek "This is how mandalorians make love." He couldn't help but smile fondly and Luke mirrored him and sighed in relief. Yes. We're making love.

The Mand'alor moved to give Luke some space, sitting on his heels again, the Jedi sat up onto the mattress unfastening his utility belt, Din couldn't tear his gaze away from him, finding the Jedi in beskar utterly enticing, he proceeded to remove his own utility belt as well, mimicking Luke. Then, the Jedi's fingers froze hovering over his thigh plate's buckles. He frowned staring at the strap wrapped around his thigh, he shook his head bringing his knee close to his chest trying to reach behind his thigh "Wait." He whispered completely focused on the task.

He looked up when Din rested his hand on his other knee "Cyare?" Din smirked enjoying Luke's confusion, then he smiled fondly, feeling a mix of amusement and wonderment, it wasn't his fault Luke looked that adorable when he was trying to solve something that was clearly challenging him. "It's not easy the first time." He nodded squeezing the Jedi's knee.

"Then show me how." Luke grinned sending shivers down Din's spine. Before starting, he took a look at his Jedi, trying to imprint every single detail on his mind, hoping the sight of Luke wearing a mandalorian armour while lying on his bed with his wet hard cock exposed would be etched on his memory forever. Still, it wasn't about the sex, no, it was more about the fact that Din could finally feel that Luke was giving himself to him without restriction. Offering him his heart and soul.

"Gods, Luke, I'm so in love with you." He said absentmindedly while working on Luke's thigh plate's buckles. Little Jedi reached out a hand to stroke Din's cheek, running his thumb across his mustache.

"Likewise."

Din removed the plate and immediately leaned forward to press a kiss on Luke's thigh, he noticed the way Luke shifted on the mattress "Be patient, cyare." He said pressing a hand on his hip to keep him in place and moved his head to press another kiss, but this time at the base of Luke's cock, making him shiver.

Luke huffed "You're making it difficult, Mand'alor." He pouted rubbing his hand across his forehead. Even when Din was aching for Luke, ready to give his Jedi everything he needed, to satisfy him, he wanted to savour every second of this.

He took his time removing every piece of beskar, between kisses and exchanged glances, Din's heart was thumping inside his chest and when he rested his hand on Luke's chest he noticed that little Jedi's heart was beating as fast as his own. He took his gloves off, tossing them aside, chuckling when Luke sighed wiggling on the mattress in anticipation, Din opened Luke's jumpsuit slipping his hands beneath the fabric stroking his skin, paying particular attention to his hardened nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs, and Luke was falling apart under his touch. When the blonde moved his hands to bring him close, Din shook his head smirking "Now wait." He leaned back, kneeling on the mattress as he started to work on his own plates with expert fingers.

Luke's eyes followed every move of Din's hands "I've never seen you like this, doing this, it's-" He trailed off and Din caught the way the tendons in his neck moved while pressing his lips together, the Jedi lowered his gaze avoiding Din's face like if he was absorbed in thought and guilt curled up in the pit of Din's stomach. He physically loved Din so many times before and yet this was the first time he was allowed to see him, really see him, no tricks involved, no cheating the creed, no blindfolds. "It's breathtaking, Din." The Jedi added alleviating Din's sudden unpleasant feeling "You're breathtaking." He huffed leaning closer to Din to brush his fingers over his chest plate "Go on, I love the sight." The Jedi said and Din nodded, overwhelmed by the idea that this time there would be nothing between them, no barriers, no layers, and by the time they were falling asleep in each other's arms, two piles of beskar plates would be laying side by side on the floor.

~

The night before

"He has a point." Luke cut him off.

Din took a few steps back and looked at Shrune who was still standing by the main door, he reluctantly nodded at the old man, and he nodded back before leaving the chamber. Din looked at his cyare again, exhausted and infuriated by his people's constant push, and he was taken aback by the way Luke's expression changed, little Jedi grimaced while getting on his feet slowly, even when he tried to hide it, it seemed that he was feeling the same way as Din was feeling about this matter after all.

"I don't want to leave." Luke said staring at Grogu for a while and then he looked at Din.

"I don't want you to leave either."

"There must be a way." The Jedi pressed his lips together frowning "Like I said, he has a point, these people need to believe that I'm no longer a problem here. We should use that to our advantage." He squinted nodding slowly staring at Din's visor "I mean, Shrune is crazy if he believes that I'm leaving you and Grogu behind, surrounded by imperials." He snorted out a laugh and Din's chest swelled with pride. "I'm staying." The little Jedi added unhesitatingly.

"Cyare." Din put his hands on Luke's shoulders trying to not sound as affected as he was at that moment, Luke Skywalker was fighting for them, for their own little clan and he couldn't feel more proud of him. "You don't know how much it means to me, to us." He said tilting his head down, his visor pointing at Grogu who was still sitting on the floor. Luke looked at the child and Grogu held his gaze, his big brown eyes burning with something that Din couldn't comprehend "Is he talking to you?" He managed to ask.

Luke frowned, not breaking eye contact with baby "Din, if we're doing this, we need to do it right." He looked at Din sideways "They will see me walking out of this building and into a ship." Din frowned behind his helmet. "Except, it won't be me."

Din shifted his weight from one foot to the other tilting his head, completely lost.

"Din, Grogu's right. Miko looks exactly like me."

~

That morning

Luke grabbed the cloak from the bed and turned around, he blinked staring at the royal guard for a moment, the boy stared back at him in silence. "Miko, I need to ask you... Are you okay with this?" He quietly asked seizing the cloak in an iron grip.

"Yes, Jedi Master." Miko nodded, assertiveness radiating off of him in waves through the force easing Luke effortlessly. "Sir, we need you here, I would do anything to protect our people. And I'm honoured. This is the way." He added lifting his chin proudly making Luke smile.

"This is the way." The Jedi said after him nodding, he closed the space between them and proceeded to neatly arrange the cloak around the young man's shoulders. The boy looked down at his body, assessing his clothes, smoothing down his black robes with his hand. "Here, take my glove." The boy obliged trying not to look at Luke's prosthetic hand. "Don't worry, Reeves and Vizsla will walk beside you, they will shield you in case someone-" He trailed off and the boy locked eyes with him "If someone tried and attacked you... they will protect you, don't worry." He shrugged trying to convince himself more than reassure Miko.

"You already said that, sir." The boy chuckled.

Luke was having second thoughts all of a sudden, but the young guard seemed stout-hearted, and that helped him pay no heed to his unforseen trepidation. He frowned and sighed "Thank you, Miko. I mean it." He said putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Jedi Master, sir?" The boy said, Luke raised his eyebrows. "Obliterate those bastards." He bowed and then took a few steps back "I'm ready, sir."

"Please, call me Luke." He smiled as Miko tilted his head.

"Alright, Luke. I'm ready."

"Din and Vizsla are right about you, you're dependable and strong, I'm thankful you're The Mand'alor's personal guard." Luke twisted his lips "Thank you for your service, Miko. I'll see you soon."

The young guard's eyes shone with something that Luke recognized as fulfilment. He turned around and he opened the door, Din was waiting for them outside, in the living room, the mandalorian looked tense, Luke's eyes went immediately to his hands, they were curled into fists, even when his face was covered, Luke could read Din's mood effortlessly by now. The way Din used to square his shoulders when he was feeling uneasy was present, Luke shook his head and tried to look composed but deep down he was as agitated as Din was surely feeling. Paz and Koska were standing by the main door, the Jedi came to a halt by the Armorer's side allowing Miko to approach Din, the young guard parted his lips staring at his black visor, sighing softly.

Din tilted his head, something unfathomable squirming in his gut, he grabbed the hood with both hands and covered the boy's face "They can't see your eyes." He said quietly shooting a glance over the boy's shoulder. Luke's eyes looked sad even at the distance. Din swallowed tightly thinking back to the night before when the Armorer offered her service in order to design a complete mandalorian armour for Luke so he could move around without being noticed, and the way the Jedi flinched afterwards, asking if that was allowed. Din was afraid of being selfish here, even when Luke swore that he wanted to wear the beskar armour, he couldn't help but think he was only accepting the suggestion to please him.

Miko said something to Paz, snapping Din out of his thoughts. He looked at his guard again and his breath hitched, he felt that he was staring at Luke, the real one, his eyes admired the boy's pale skin, the dimple in his chin and his soft lips, he smiled behind his helmet, taken aback by the idea that he was standing before a twenty-year-old Luke and his stomach did something funny he didn't want to address. Therefore, he didn't.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Miko. This is the way." Din said finally, gesturing towards the door.

The moment they left the chamber, the Armorer and the Jedi waited until no one was still around and crossed the hall, reaching a door that led to the supplies room. According to the plan, they were heading to the great forge through a secret passage. Din's heart jumped into his throat the moment he stood on the headquarters front step, watching Miko walking down the main street knowing that at that same moment Luke, his real Luke, was sneaking into their sacred forge and the mere thought of someone discovering him was enough to make his heart rate skyrocket.

~

"Take a seat, Jedi Master." The Armorer said turning her back to Luke. The blonde Jedi looked around, the place was intimidating, the cave was enormous, with vaulted ceilings framing an imposing structure that resembled a shrine in the middle, with columns that surrounded an everlasting blue fire. Luke sat down in front of the great forge, admiring it. He rested both hands on his thighs, shifting a little on the cold stone when the Armorer turned back, her visor pointing at his face. "This is the heart of our culture, our people." She said wielding her hammer in one hand and the tongs in the other one.

The Jedi cocked his head not breaking eye contact with her visor "You said that this is allowed." He pressed his lips together "But I'm aware I am a foreigner, they see me as a foreigner. An interloper." He cast a glance over his shoulder still remembering Bo-Katan's words the day before.

"And what do you feel, Jedi?"

Luke frowned looking down "I'm not a mandalorian." He said under his breath and his stomach clenched.

"As far as I know, you are." She said flatly. Luke snapped his head up to look at her. "The Mand'alor considers you his clan. Do you consider yourself his clan?"

"Yes." Luke said as something pleasant squirmed in his stomach "I'm Din's clan."

"Then choose your colours, mandalorian."

"My colours..." He wet his bottom lip with his tongue. "Din didn't paint his armour, I-I want an armour that matches his."

The Armorer nodded "Silver. That's the colour of your clan, then."

That made Luke think about Grogu "Wait, I want to add something, maybe the helmet could be green."

"Done." She turned around "Why green?"

"Because of Grogu." Luke answered and his smile reached his eyes.

"And what about you, mandalorian?" She asked turning her head towards him slightly. "Which one is your colour?"

He blinked staring at the back of her helmet for a while "Black."

"Then those are your colours, I'll keep your armour silver except for your helmet."

When she started working on the beskar Luke fell into a hypnotic oneiric state, he couldn't move anymore, feeling cold ice piercing his bones and his pulse pounded through his veins furiously as the sight of the Armorer maneuvering her tools started blending in with visions of ghosts from the past.

Skeletons on the sand. A sharp persistent pain in his right wrist. Leia's voice breaking. A black helmet hovering over his face, heavy breathing sounds and the words "I am your father." haunting his soul all over again as his heart was thudding frantically against his ribs.

He couldn't tell how much time had passed since he entered the cave until the moment the Armorer talked to him again, she approached him carrying the fresh forged beskar plates in a neat pile. He blinked astonished discovering that the mudhorn signet was engraved on one of the pauldrons and his heart leapt in his chest.

"Mandalorian Jedi, are you ready?" She asked standing before him and leaning forward.

"I am."

"This is the way."

Luke took the plates from her hands carefully, running the tip of his fingers over the cold beskar "This is the way." He sighed as warmth bloomed in his chest.

~

Present

Din was kissing Luke's sweaty chest, running his tongue across his collarbones when the Jedi grabbed his face in his hands forcing him to look at his blue eyes, he felt his soft breath against the skin of his forehead and eyelids, so close, so right. "Din..." He said breathing hard "She asked me if I was your clan. The reason I accepted this armour was because I do feel I'm your clan." He whispered almost apologetically, digging his fingers into Din's cheekbones and sideburns.

"You are. You are." Din replied running his lips across Luke's jawline "You are." His voice came out strangled.

The Jedi nodded, his hand searching within the nest of sheets and blankets they were cocooned in, Din looked down when he felt the touch of Luke's fingers on his hand, the Jedi was pressing the small bottle against his palm "Stretch me open for you, Din." Luke said, his chest heaving, he bored into Din's eyes making him nod in silence, completely flabbergasted by his little Jedi's request. Luke smiled sheepishly and rolled over to lie on his stomach, Din leaned back watching him placing a pillow under his hips.

"Gods, cyar'ika." Din leaned in, he hid his face in the space between his shoulder blades breathing in, basking in Luke's scent.

"Please, Din." Luke whimpered, he crossed his arms to rest his face against them "Please, love." His voice muffled and Din looked up toying with the blonde curls at his nape, rubbing his shoulder blades with calloused fingers, he moved backwards inclining his head to kiss his waist, he straddled Luke's legs as his hands ran down kneading the back of his thighs, he opened the vial and his gut twisted with want when he heard Luke letting out a desperate sound, something between a sigh and a moan.

"Yes, cyare, I'll give you everything you want." Din coated his fingers with oil, leaning in, nuzzling Luke's small back, brushing his lips and mustache over his skin.

"Take everything you want, Din." He said and moaned when Din squeezed his thighs with wet hands.

"Are you mine, Luke?" Din was feeling bold enough to ask, intoxicated with a sudden feeling of possessiveness.

"Ah-" Luke nodded frantically against his crossed arms "Forever, babe."

Din squeezed his eyes shut, his hands on Luke's thighs faltering "I'm yours too, cyare."

"Good."

Good.

[perrysian]

It's nearly 4 am so now I am here to deliver you more Star Wars Garbage!!!

So some of you may know the fic(s) I'm referencing here but I'm not gonna go searching for them right now to link bc I am Too Wired/Tired.

SO there's this Time Travel fix (what other kind do I read lately honestly.) about Obi-Wan and Ghost Squad traveling back to Korda VI during the Mandalorian Clan Wars, but they don't show up in their adult bodies.

Oh no.

They are cute lil babies. So cute that Jaster Mereel, Jango's dad, adopted them p much on the spot.

But I was thinking, why let Obi-Wan (12) and Ghost Squad (10) have all the fun?? Sure take Obi-Wan and Ghost Squad and shove them back as pre-teens in the middle of the clone wars, drop them on top of adopt-happy True Mandalorians, and watch your crops be watered, but also take Ahsoka (8 again) and Rex (10) and The Boys (10) from the 501st from near the end of the clone wars before Order 66, and Vader-returned-to-Anakin (from a Double Agent Vader or similar adjacent universe, physical age 14/15), Luke, and Leia (both 6-ish) post ROTJ, as well as select members of "Vader's Fist" including Commander Fox, Appo, and Kix.

How would they meet up again? Why running a raid on a Kyr'stad base of course!

The True Mando's, Obi-Wan, Cody and Ghost Squad roll up on the base of the Death Watch, only to find some kind of insurrection/prison break already happening.

Hey wait a minute. Aren't those more clones?? REX?? Oh there goes Ahsoka, oh she's. Okay they're doing fine, let's go help!

Why are there two tiny children lifting grown men in the Force and throwing them? Who-

Anakin! Anakin stop beheading people that's excessive!!

And so forth.

When the fighting dies down and Tor Vizsla has had himself Removed, all the Not!Children meet up in the middle with much hugging and trying to match up where in the timeline they've all come from. Obi-Wan is very surprised to find that Ahsoka is no longer a member of the Jedi in her time, and he's trying to find Anakin to figure out Hey, What the Heck is Up With That, only to find Anakin and the tiny terrors stealing a DW ship to leave the planet.

"Anakin!" "......Kenobi."

Leia and Luke stand there awkwardly watching the tension build between their reformed Sith Dad and their weird crazy Wizard (Grandfather??) General He Murdered Because Undercover.

Which is when Fox and Kix catch up to the Skywalkers and Obi-Wan gets to watch the distinct pleasure of 501st Commander and Chief Medic argue down Darth Lord Vader while he avoids explaining that he definitely was just gonna leave the planet without telling anyone (namely them) in Imperial High Naval Command Speak.

Obi-Wan is confused, Luke is concerned, Leia lasts about five minutes before she starts shouting at everyone all at once.

Anakin would very much like it if the Force would stop fucking with him in particular.

The Force just sends him the equivalent of a condescending parental head pat.

[dalekofchaos]

Disney + Boba Fett show concept

I hope after the success of Boba Fett in season 2, we’ll get to see Boba Fett get his own show. 

Logo concept source

Have Daniel Logan play Boba for the first two seasons and have Temuera Morrison play Boba Fett in the third and final season. Each season would be an important part of Boba Fett’s life.

First season should be about Boba during his early bounty hunting days, getting his crew together and doing the Bounty Hunter arc from The Clone Wars. Since season 7 did not have the Bounty Hunter Arc. We COULD use CGI to make Daniel look younger

So I think it’s best to have season 1 be about Boba Fett’s rise as a bounty hunter, you could even throw in flashbacks with Jango and end the season with his duel with Cad Bane.

Dave Filoni described Cad and Boba’s dynamic perfectly

“Cad Bane working together with Boba was a passing of the torch. But they’re also enemies, and with Bane and Boba there was a thing where Bane basically was taking to teaching Boba cause Bane knew his dad. Secretly what Bane was doing, there was always the dispute of who was better, Bane or Jango. And because Jango got taken out by Mace, Bane feels that on some level that, that’s now never going to be known. But here’s Boba, a perfect copy. So if Bane can teach Boba to be great like his dad, Bane can probably finally find out who was better. A lot of it is about Legacy.“

I recommend Karl Urban to play Cad Bane

Second season should adapt Boba Fett’s rise in infamy as the best Bounty Hunter in the galaxy, you could even adapt 1313 for this particular story. We could also have an arc of Boba teaming up with Bossk, IG-88, Dengar, 4-LOM and Zuckuss during The Great Hunt. I’d go as far to say that we should include Han Solo for the season finale, that way we can bring back Alden to play Han and have it be revealed that Han Solo and Boba Fett have a past. When Han dropped cargo at the sight of the Star Destroyer, perhaps he left Boba Fett for dead and that’s why Boba hates him, there’s something personal and Boba has a vendetta story for Han. Of course the Imperial forces didn’t survive and that’s why Vader says “NO disintegrations”

Third and final season should be about Boba’s life after helping Din save Grogu. His path is now clear. He must walk the path of Mandalore. I’d also love it if Fennec Shand returns cause I love this duo. 

We could also explore Jango Fett’s life as a Mandalorian before becoming a Bounty Hunter. Flashbacks of Jango being rescued by Jaster Mereel. Let's say Jaster sought out Jango's father, but found the son. Jango’s father could’ve been a retired Mandalorian who sought a simple life as a farmer. Jango and his father were descended from the legendary Mandalorian Cassius Fett. But Jaster treated Jango like he was his own son. There was a long and bloody civil war between The True Mandalorians and Death Watch. In the end Jango killed Tor Vizsla. Jango is the only survivor. Because of Vizsla's actions that got the Jedi to slaughter the True Mandalorians, it became all too easy for what happens next. Once Satine Kryze became Dutchess,   she did not see the difference between Death Watch and The True Mandalorians. Because Jango became a bounty hunter, he was labeled as nothing but a "common bounty hunter" Jango's Mandalorian heritage was erased and Tor's son Pre Vizsla got his revenge without striking a blow. He was Satine’s ally for a time, so Pre must have gotten into Satine’s head to destroy all trace of Clan Fett as revenge. In the end, Death Watch won. The True Mandalorians are dead and Clan Fett was erased from Mandalorian history and culture as history is written by the victors.

Because Jango Fett won the civil war and killed Death Watch’s leader, Boba Fett has a claim to the Darksaber and Mandalore.

Boba Fett, Fennec and Bo Katan would work together to retake Mandalore. Assuming that Din does not kill Moff Gideon or he does and there is a new Moff/War Lord lording over Mandalore, in the final fight, Bo Katan could be mortally wounded and it is down to Boba and said Moff. Boba wins. and Bo Katan proclaims Boba Fett as Mandalore. 

I think it’s a bit of a stretch, but I think there might be a romance between Boba and Fennec.(holy fuck the actors are only two years younger than each other, jesus fucking christ those Twin Suns, never fucking once) And with both Boba and Fennec, Clan Fett will live on and rule Mandalore

Also bonus

I’d also love it if there could be an epilogue so we can see Boba and Fennec’s daughter played by  Auliʻi Cravalho. Her name could be Jhara Fett and we see Clan Fett ruling Mandalore!