#i just really enjoy jaster mereel

[rooksunday]

time travel where one person is flung forward twenty years, and one back twenty years, and now they’re both handcuffed together. ‘do you know what’s going on? last time i was here this place was a starbucks.’ ‘do i know what’s going on? what’s a starbucks?’

now imagine that it’s jaster ‘just become mand’alor’ mereel and commander ‘about two cycles from the wrong end of vader’ fox

naturally, they land on galidraan

shame neither of them know why that’s significant

[batshieroglyphics]

[FIC] It's Been a Long Night (Trying to Find My Way) ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Jaster/Obi-Wan ~ Teen

Title: It's Been a Long Night (Trying to Find My Way) Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Series: Feel the Change in the Wind Rating: Teen Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Jaster Mereel Warnings: Alternate Universe, time travel, canon-typical violence, Jedi culture positive, True Mandalorian culture positive, the struggle of placing duty above yourself, kidnapping Summary: Jaster is forced to remain on Mandalore, while Obi-Wan's student is in danger, and Obi-Wan races off to get him back from a Sith. Event: @jastobiweek 2024

"Is Obi-Wan going to...be okay?" Jango asked hesitantly. Jaster remembered Obi-Wan breaking out into tears, and the fear in his eyes and voice when he'd admitted that he was terrified. Remembered the non-promise when Jaster had told him to come home safe, and the way the line had just gone dead. "I don't know," he admitted, and it tasted like ash on his tongue. What would even change in his life if Obi-Wan didn't survive? Would anyone even think to comm Jaster and let him know? Or would he spend weeks and months waiting for a comm? What did he have to show, but a kiss two years gone and stolen hours trading words? Was this really the future he wanted for himself? This endless chasm of distance? Jaster breathed out and stood, refusing to think about those fears, to follow them to the natural conclusion, just as he'd done last night. "I need to get armoured up and get to my office," he said, hated how flat his voice came out. "I have meetings today." "Buir, surely you can take a day–" Jango started. "I will do my duty," Jaster replied, and quit the room. He tried to pretend he hadn't heard, unspoken, 'It's all I have left.'

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[vodika-vibes]

Ooooh I just found your Jaster fics, finally somebody that writes for him! It’s really hard simping for someone and there being barely any fics 🥲 so thank you for your service 🫡

would you mind writing something with him getting to spend some holiday (personally I’m in a Christmas mood but could really be any type of holiday) with his riduur and just getting the break and loving he deserves?

Life Day

Summary: You surprise Jaster with a Life Day present.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1159

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy this!

“Riduur,” Jaster says with a laugh in his voice as you take his hand and tug him up the path, “Where are we going? I thought we were spending the whole two weeks with your family.”

“Jango is spending the whole two weeks with my parents.” You say, “They’re thrilled to have him to spoil. We’re heading to my Life Day gift to you.���

“You didn’t have to get me anything, cyare. I’m happy to just spend time with you.” Jaster says honestly, “And I’m thrilled that your family loves Jango so much.”

“Jaster,” you stop walking and slide your arms around his waist, “We haven’t had a moment to ourselves in ages. And while I have no regrets about the life that we’ve chosen, we do still get to focus on each other from time to time, yes?”

He smiles at you and brushes his fingers against your cheek, “I suppose we haven’t had much chance to connect recently.” He admits with a low murmur.

“Exactly.” You hug him for a moment longer, and then you slip out of his grasp, and take his hand again, “We’re not far now. You’ll like it, I’m sure.”

You lead him up a winding path, and then, at the end, come to a stop, “Here we are!” You gesture, widely, to a wooden cabin, “It’s ours for the next week.” You offer him the keys with a wide grin.

Jaster stares at the house, stunned, and then he grins at you as he takes the keys, “You did this for me?”

Your grin is wide, “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Jaster replies as he flings an arm over your shoulder, “Come on, let’s see what we have.” He leads you to the house, and opens the door. And then he releases a sigh of relief as he steps into the warm home.

Everything is neat and clean, and you can tell that the kitchen was fully stocked, just like you requested. In fact, everything is just as you requested, which is perfect.

You sit on a stool and pull your winter boots off, while Jaster meanders through the cabin, and by the time he returns you have your cold weather gear hanging up by the door.

“What do you think?” You ask.

“Did you know that this place has a hot tub in the master bath?” Jaster asks with a grin.

“I was aware of that, yes.” Your smile is a little sly, “Such a shame that I didn’t pack any swimwear-”

Jaster’s grin widens, “Such a shame. Well, I already started the tub, so I suppose we’ll just have to not wear anything.”

“Not even 10 minutes,” You muse thoughtfully. 

“What can I say? I am a simple man with simple wants.” Jaster replies, “And right now, I want you naked and wet and on my lap.”

“Well then,” You murmur thoughtfully as you watch Jaster peel his own winter clothes off, “I suppose I had best make sure the tub doesn’t overflow.” You step around him, and then pause at the doorway to the bedroom, “I’m pretty sure there’s wine-” you say over your shoulder.

“I’ll get it, riduur.” Jaster replies, a grin in his voice.

You smile at him, and step into the bedroom, and then walk into the fresher. And there in the center of the room, is a massive hot tub. Honestly, it was the biggest reason you chose this particular place.

A small grin crosses your face and you swiftly tug your clothes off and tossed them to the side, before you step into the hot water. You sink into the hot water with a pleased sigh. 

This is the best idea you’ve ever had. Right up there with marrying Jaster in the first place.

You sink deeper into the water, your head falling back and your eyes drifting shut as you relax.

“Well, someone looks relaxed,” Jaster says from the door, you don’t open your eyes as he crosses the room and combs his fingers through your hair, and a content sigh escapes your lips as you feel his lips against your forehead.

“So relaxed. I’m so smart to have this idea,”

Jaster laughs and pulls away from you. You hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor, and your eyes open when the water level rises slightly, and Jaster slides his body against yours.

You smile at him, “Hi.”

Jaster’s arms curl around you, and he tugs you so you’re straddling his lap, “Hi, yourself.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him into a series of lazy kisses, as his hands trail across your body, mapping the dips and the curves that he knows so well already. His calloused fingers drag, deliciously, across your soft skin and you release a soft moan.

“Look at you,” Jaster coos softly as he trails his lips from yours, and down your throat, “Gorgeous. Divine. And mine. All mine.”

You laugh softly, and card your fingers through his hair, “All yours,” You agree, another soft moan falling from you as his lips find the sensitive spot on your throat that he happily takes advantage of. 

“Stars,” Jaster groans against your throat, “How long has it been since I’ve been able to worship you like you deserve?” He asks quietly.

“We’re busy people, love.” You reassure him.

“That’s no excuse.” He replies.

Jaster slowly drags his hands across your hips. He knows your body, he could, can, and has managed to bring you to your peak in a few minutes. But that’s not what he wants this time. 

He eases you down his hard length, and then grips your hips to keep you still. “Let’s stay like this,” Jaster murmurs as his lips trail to your chest. He takes his sweet time, marking you with his lips and his teeth, until you’re moaning and squirming against him. 

“Jas, please-” You whine, as you tighten your hold in his hair. 

“Are you not enjoying yourself, riduur?” He asks, a grin on his face.

“You’re just being mean now,” You reply with a pout.

“Oh, cyare,” He kisses his way up your neck, “I’m not being mean…yet.”

You lean into his touch, and you’re about to question his comment, when you feel his hand slide between you and he rubs his thumb, in just the right way-

You release a helpless moan and your head falls back as he inches you closer to your release.

And just before you’re about to topple over the edge, he stops. “Jas-!”

“Not yet, cyare.” He coos, and when you whine he chuckles and kisses you, “How long, I wonder, until you’re begging me to make you cum.” He muses thoughtfully, he kisses his way to your ear, and lightly nibbles a spot just below your ear, “Let’s find out, shall we?”

You whine again, “Mean-”

He chuckles, “Let’s call this part two of my life day present, hm?”

[bylightofdawn]

Oooof writing this scene and my girl is laying down some vicious, no-holds-barred truths and is kinda painting the whole Death Watch vs True Mandalorian conflict in an interesting (if somewhat one-sided point of view and ouch.) I love when people get called on their bullshit, even if they are the presumptive good guys. Cause even the good guys make mistakes in war. She points out that yeah Death Watch are considered zealots but maybe the True Mandalorians should look to themselves and their own form of zealotry when it comes to pursuing them since Jaster 1000% has blinkers on the moment they get involved and he just tunnel visions on wanting to take out Tor. But LBR it's very unreliable narrator stuff and she gets called out pretty quickly by Jango for some of the shit she's saying but oof I'm enjoying writing this scene.

So I'm gonna attach a little snippet. It's behind a cut, I am really getting to the point where I'm gonna stop trying to hide said spoiler character because at this point, is it really a spoiler? Also I think...I'm gonna call chapter 28 there. It's like 5K which is a respectable length.

I think I'm going to spend the rest of the night poking at that Cody and Slick fic. That first chapter needs A LOT of fucking working. Like more than most of my editing so might as well do it now. I don't think this is an update week for Seeds? Ahahahah I should prolly figure that out.

Edit: Shitballs it is. I've completely lost track of time at this point. I mean I have two days before I need to tentatively post the next chapter of Seeds so that's a problem for near future me.

It was curious because he thought she might be eager to get some revenge against them, yet she was keeping her mouth shut. Vau wondered if it was simply because she did not trust them or if it was something else entirely.

“I don’t expect you to trust us immediately, your hesitance is completely understandable. But if there are other vulnerable people or children being abused, we don’t harm civilians and will do what we can to get them to safety.”

“Those are pretty words and all but some of the people you murdered today? They were just like me. Kids were kidnapped and brainwashed into serving Vizsla. But because you attacked them when they were sleeping, of course, they reached for their weapons to defend themselves and you killed them.” [Spoiler Character] stated coldly, her eyes boring into Walon’s through the visor of his helmet with an almost uncomfortable intensity.

He felt a brief flash of horror when that realization settled in and knew if Jaster found out, he’d probably feel even more gutted.

“We had no idea, but you’re right they became a target when they reached for they took up arms. Now that we know more about Death Watch’s recruitment practices, we’ll have to alter how we handle engagements from here on out.”

“A day late and a credit short. I would be dead with them on that apartment floor if I hadn't been fetching breakfast. You speak of Death Watch’s zealotry but maybe you should look to yourselves as well. It’s easy to paint yourself as the hero in your own mind, is there really that much difference?”

“We don’t deliberately target civilian targets or use bombs to inflict the most collateral damage possible.” Jango cut in suddenly. “I understand why you’re angry but don’t put us on the same level as them. Yes, mistakes were made, and I guarantee Jaster will change the rules of engagement from here because of it, but we are not as bad as Death Watch is.”

“I’m not defending them, they absolutely deserve all the awful things you lay at their feet. But Mereel and Vizsla hate each other so much that it filters everything else out, including common sense. You attacked an apartment block filled with civilians. What would have happened if you’d accidentally harmed a civilian?”

“We know how to handle urban combat missions and how to avoid any unwarranted friendly fire accidents.”

“All I’m saying is that it was a risky decision. And I think that’s because Vizsla pissed your Mand’alor off so much by targeting his ad’ika that he’s not capable of thinking beyond wanting to just find him and kill him. That’s going to lead him off the edge into a dark place. The question is, are you going to follow him over that edge?”

[kalinara]

I was thinking about the interrelationship between “ships” and canon in my own personal taste.

I generally find that I prefer “ships” that have SOME basis in canon.  I do not require the ships themselves to BE canon (and in fact, I sincerely dislike quite a few canon ships), but I generally prefer to choose characters who have some pre-existing interaction - either positive or negative - to build from.

I’m generally not a fan of crossover ships, or weird time travel ships, unless there’s something really compelling that makes me think the characters would vibe well.  (I’ve read a couple of Mandalorian time travel fics that paired Din Djarin with Jaster Mereel, and based on my very limited knowledge of the man, I feel like that could work!  It fits with the underlying theme of Din Djarin as the quintessential ur-Mandalorian.)

As a slasher, at heart, I am not married to a character’s canon sexual orientation.  In my heart, everyone is bi or pan.  Some of them may just not have figured it out yet.

I think there’s a big difference between ships that “have a basis in canon” vs. ships that “will happen in canon” vs. ships that “I want to see happen in canon.”

One of my very guilty pleasure ships, for example, was Rick/Negan in Walking Dead.  If you followed me during my Walking Dead phase, you may recall that I was pretty virulently anti-Negan (or at least anti-Negan apologia).  So the pairing was not one that I would want on the show.  But I did think there was an intriguing, borderline sexual dynamic between the two on the show, that authors have done very well at exploring in fic.  So, as a dark ship, I am/was kind of into it.

My biggest issue with Reylo fans, though, wasn’t that they shipped Reylo, but so many were very aggressive about their ship becoming canon, which is an idea that I find genuinely harmful.  (The actual execution in Rise of Skywalker ended up ambiguous enough that I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I would.  But the versions proposed by the loudest Reylo fans really were just awful )

But now the official story’s done.  There’s no real danger anymore of young girls internalizing the idea (yet again!) that they HAVE to forgive a man who hurt them.  IMO, the potential for harm has passed, Reylos continue to enjoy their ship and I have nothing against that.  

I get irked sometimes by accusations of queer-baiting, because most of the time, it seems to translate to “my chosen pairing didn’t happen.”  I’m sorry, but 911 is a show with multiple canon queer characters that have a substantial amount of screentime.  The fact that these two particular hot guys, with a close friendship, aren’t actually fucking is not an example of queer-baiting.  Bad taste on the part of the showrunners, maybe.  

I will maybe give Supernatural fans this one though.  I didn’t particularly feel the Destiel vibes throughout what I saw of the show, but that whole confession-sucked away into the void thing, did seem pretty blatant.  (That said, the way they reacted to Misha Collins accidently/incorrectly coming out as bi, as though it would have been somehow invalidated because of “queer-baiting” was just horrid.)

It’s annoying to me because I do worry sometimes that shows will get so fixated on the idea of not queer-baiting (because some fanbases are fucking scary) that they’ll start to avoid showcasing male friendships at all.  I don’t know if there’s any real basis to this fear, but I’ve mentioned before that I think there’s been a considerable decrease in the comfort end of hurt/comfort on television shows in the past ten years or so.  I watch my old DVDs of Stargate Atlantis, and see so many hugs, hand-holding, waiting at bedsides with a smile and soft words, and I realize that I don’t tend to see that in modern television shows anymore.  I don’t know why this changed but I don’t like it.  I feel like television has become a lot colder, a lot more focused on people suffering alone, and that’s really fucking sad to me.

Besides, I tend to like these “queer-baited” pairings too.  Of course I would like t see more explicit canon representation.  But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying canon-adjacent fic that use the pre-existing dialogue and dynamics to spin them in new directions.  It would be spectacular if Trent/Ted became canon in Ted Lasso, but I also appreciate how their complicated relationship has developed in canon, and I love seeing it explored in fics.

I don’t really have a point to this, I guess.  I like canon.  I like shipping.  I like when canon feeds the shippers.  But I don’t need ships to become canon.  And sometimes I wouldn’t want them to.  I can enjoy them anyway.

[hawkeykirsah]

Revelations

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31326755

“Satine never said Mandalorians couldn’t wear armor! Where do people get these ridiculous ideas?” Obi-Wan threw up his hands.

“The Duchess,” Jango replied, barely holding back the contempt in his voice, “makes no secret of her disdain for anyone that does.”

“Her not liking it doesn’t equate to people not being allowed to do so!” came the sharp reply.

“The New Mandalorians also won’t allow us our weapons.”

Obi-Wan thumped his head against the pillow with an annoyed groan. “Jango, please. Have you ever listened to what Satine says? I mean truly listened to her words, not what Death Watch twists them to?”

Jango bristled at that. He would never listen to what those dar’manda shabuire said. Obi-Wan continued, undeterred, “Not once has she said that weapons are forbidden. Lethal weapons are prohibited in the city of Sundari unless you have proof of exemption. That does not mean giving up your weapons altogether! Force, she carries a deactivator! Her guards carry energy pikes and armor, in case you haven’t noticed. I carry my lightsaber! She doesn’t want people resorting to violence when there are other options. And she wants Mandalore to be able to define itself by something other than armor and weapons—arts and crafts, for example—but she hasn’t forbidden either.”

“Are you saying armor and weapon smiths aren’t craftsmen?” 

“No,” Obi-Wan stated firmly. “But they aren’t the only valid form of craftsmanship. Take glassblowers, cabinetmakers, potters, painters, masons, just to name a few. She is asking that you remember that a people need more than just warriors. Focusing solely on the martial aspects is unsustainable.”

Jango frowned, mulling over the younger man’s words. Now that he thought about it, Obi-Wan was right. But there was another detail niggling him.

“You always call her by her first name.”

“Well, of course I call Satine by her first name unless I’m in a more formal setting,” Obi-Wan scoffed, shooting Jango a disappointed look. Had he missed something? Kriff, he must have. Why else would Obi-Wan level such a look at him?

Obi-Wan rolled to his stomach, resting his chin on his hands, his hair shining reddish-gold in the light, “I thought you had made the connection by now.”

Jango seldom felt out of his depth but in this instance he had no idea what the Jedi was playing at. He blinked, thoroughly confused, and shook his head.

“Do you want me to tell you or would you rather figure it out yourself?”

“Kriffing hells, Obi-Wan,” Jango said, narrowly avoiding rolling his eyes. He was in no mood for guessing games. “Just tell me already.” 

“Satine is my sister.”

What? Jango blinked again. He must have misheard. There was no way—but there is, a quiet voice in his head spoke up. It was true, he had noticed the similarity between Obi-Wan and the younger Kryze sister but had always ignored it. For one thing, his name was Kenobi, not Kryze. Then again, perhaps he was adopted. Jango’s own name was Fett after all, and not Mereel.

Obi-Wan said nothing as these thoughts raced through Jango’s mind, his expression one of mild humor.

“Are you adopted as well?” Jango blurted out.

“Yes, by the Jedi,” Obi-Wan replied.

Jango let out an annoyed huff. “That isn’t what I meant and you know it, Kenobi,” he ground out, stressing the name.

A smile twitched on Obi-Wan’s face. The bloody bastard was enjoying himself. Before Jango could feel too put upon, he moved, placing a kiss on Jango’s lips. 

“I am the third of four siblings. Considering the animosity between Mandalorians and Jedi, my mother wished my heritage to remain undisclosed,” Obi-Wan began explaining softly, carding his fingers through Jango’s hair. “Kenobi was my mother’s family name. Either way, the name Kenobi is a credit a dozen on Stewjon whereas Kryze was, is, firmly tied to Mandalore and its problems.” He paused. “As you may know, my father always supported Jaster, even if they had minor disagreements. But a Force-sensitive child? He wasn’t sure how that would have been taken by the Haat mando'ade. You must admit, most Mandalorians think of Jedi as sorcerers, and not in a good way. So when my talents became too apparent my mother brought me to the temple during one of our visits to Coruscant.”

Jango winced. He knew too well what Obi-Wan was talking about. If you asked a random Mandalorian about the Jedi, the answer would rarely be favorable. He was also guilty of it, especially after the clusterfuck that had been Galidraan. Looking back, his own actions had exacerbated the situation. And now? Of all the people he could fall in love with it had to be a Jedi and, apparently, a Kryze. The ka’ra were clearly laughing at him.

“I didn’t return to Mandalore until the civil war. My master and I were the envoys that were sent after Satine asked the Republic for aid,” after our parents were assassinated, Obi-Wan doesn’t say but Jango fills it in anyway. “Yes, I grew up on Coruscant but just as our Togruta Jedi speak Shili alongside Basic, and our Twi’lek Jedi speak Ryl, I speak Mando’a.” Obi-Wan sighed. “One can have more than one family, you know? Mine are the Jedi, first and foremost, but also my clan on Kalevala and Stewjon.”

He stopped talking, the small crease between his eyebrows deepening the way it always did when Obi-Wan was thinking. Jango found it far too endearing. The silence stretched between them until Obi-Wan went on quietly, “Satine loves Mandalore just as much as you do. She wants it to thrive and for the violence to end. I’m not asking you to agree with everything Satine says but I am asking you not to twist the words in her mouth. Can you do that for me, Jango Fett?”

Jango swallowed. Could he? For Obi-Wan, yes. If he could accept that Obi-Wan was a Jedi and love him then him being Satine’s brother wouldn’t stop Jango, either.

“I think,” he began carefully, “I can manage to tolerate her.”

He was rewarded with a blinding smile lighting up Obi-Wan’s eyes. “That’s all I ask.”

Jango couldn’t help but smile back. Then, “But what about your other sister?”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Feel free to kick Bo-Katan’s ass when you see her. I know I will. Death Watch, seriously.” He shook his head, his fingers trailing slowly down Jango’s chest, “But right now I really don’t want to think about my sisters anymore.”

Jango’s breath hitched. Yes, there were definitely better ways to spend the morning before they both had to return to their duties.

[imrowanartist]

Jango Fett for the pairing meme.

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NOTP - Jaster Mereel. The man was his adoptive dad. Just no. BROTP - Myles. They really seemed to like each other in the comic, but in a brotherly way. OTP - Honestly? No one. I kinda HC Jango as Ace/Aro lol Second choice - Zam Wesell. I really enjoyed their interactions in some of the Legends comics :) Fluffy pairing - Mij Gilamar. Just the idea of them getting to know each other on Kamino and Mij helping Jango with Boba makes me soft. Angsty pairing - Walon Vau. Those two are both angsty as hell lol Favorite poly ship - Poly ships are generally not really my thing. I don't mind reading them sometimes, but I don't have any poly ships myself. Weirdest pairing - I have seen him paired up with Maul? which..sure, I guess? Not my thing though.

[clonemando]

A soft Boba/Din one shot with a lot of domestic dad Boba cooking with Grogu. Not really much plot, all fluff.

"Oh, so now you use the force? You couldn't use it to get the package from the top shelf for me but floating yourself onto the counter you can do. I see how it is kid." Boba grumbled poking Grogu in the belly making him giggle while he waddled closer to watch as Boba carefully filled the dough circles he had made with a filling of spicy meats and veggies and then folded the dough over and scored it to make little hand pies.

"We'll need to fry them. But my buir and I used to make these together. We had to use fish since there wasn't much else on Kamino but otherwise the idea is the same." Boba murmured and Grogu's ears flicked up and he reached for one. Boba stopped him.

"Wait, I'm not letting you touch with those little grubby lizard grabbing claws. You need to wash up first." He said picking Grogu up and carrying him to the sink after wiping his own scarred hands off on a towel. Grogu babbled as he let Boba help him wash his claws.

"Yeah, cooking is a big deal to Mandalorians. Every clan had their own secret mix of the best spices and seasonings. Cooking for someone outside your clan and using the family recipe was like... a big deal. At least that's what buir told me. According to him Jaster couldn't cook to sabe his life so Clan Mereel's secret ingredient was the taste of charcoal." He laughed lightly and Grogu chirped eagerly at the sound immediately going back to his piece of dough once Boba brought him back to the counter.

"Be careful, the filling hasn't been cooked yet. I know your body seems to process raw food well enough but just to be safe, don't get it in your mouth. Plus it's really spicy." Boba warned him and showed him how to do it again, putting a spoonful of filling on the dough and making another half circle pie. Grogu used the force to lift the filling from the bowl and put it on his dough then used his little claws to fold it over and score it before looking at Boba to make sure he did it right.

"Lek, good job ad'ika. Put it right here on the tray. Here, I'll mark this one so you know it's yours." Boba said easily adding an extra mark to his so they could find ot once it was cooked.

They both made plenty more, Boba continuing to tell Grogu stories about Jango and what he had heard of Jaster. Once they brushed all the pies with oil and added some salt to them they were placed in the oven and Boba helped Grogu wash his hands again before offering him some cut fruit to snack on while they waited.

"-and that's why you never yank on a strill's tail." Boba finished with a grin Grogu nodding sagely seeming to be listening to every word with all his attention until he noticed Din and squealed happily making grabby hands at his father until Din picked him up.

"Thank you for watching him Boba. I appreciate it." He said but Boba straightened and the smile that he had been wearing easily had faded back to his normal blank expression.

"The kid was well behaved, I didn't mind. Did you enjoy your date?" He asked not looking at Din as he turned off the oven and grabbed a thick towel to pull out the trays of pies from the oven once the timer nearby chirped. Din tilted his head setting Grogu down again to reach up and take off his helmet.

"Date? What do you mean?" He asked confused and Boba turned and almost dropped the tray.

"You can't just- You... Ugh your face!" He grumbled and Din grinned, unable to help enjoying the fact ge had caught Boba off guard.

"Yeah, I do have a face. You of all people should know that. I didn't think you minded me taking off the helmet." He said and Boba sighed stopping Grogu from touching the pies.

"Not yet. They're still hot." He warned Grogu before looking at Din.

"I don't care what you do. It's your face. Vizsla took you out, right? You went on a date. That's why you needed me to watch the kid." He pointed out crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

Din raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you made that face when I asked for your help? You were jealous?" He asked and Boba immediately scowled.

"I'm not jealous! You can date whoever you want! We aren't riduur." He huffed but Din looked over at Grogu before back at the food.

"You're teaching my son how to cook Fett recipes while telling him stories." He pointed out.

"I was keeping the little frog out of trouble. Don't read so far into it Djarin." Boba countered but didn't move and Din stepped closer.

"Boba... Paz is my cousin. I'm not dating him. That would be awkward. My mother was a runaway from clan Vizsla and was Paz's aunt. Paz needed my help because he's adopting a foundling and wanted me to help him childproof his ship because I have experience." He explained lowly as he held Boba's gaze the pair bumping heads when Grogu suddenly yelped and they both jumped turning to see him with a half eaten pie in front of him and waving his claws and hopping making Boba laugh and move to pour Grogu some blue milk which the kid immediately gulped down and sighed before pointing at the pie and glaring as he babbled.

"I warned you it was spicy ad'ika. Here..." Boba got out some cream and put it on the pie encouraging Grogu to try it again which he did cautiously before relaxing when the spice wasn't as strong now.

"See, that's why you wait and let the grown ups help you. Even if you're actually older than both of us." Boba laughed but it was cut off when Din dragged him close and kissed him.

"We should get Paz to baby sit for us so I can actually go on a date. Have an ideas?" Din asked resting their foreheads together and Boba sighed.

"Just a few... But first... Would you like to join Grogu and I for dinner?" He asked and Din grinned in return.

"I'd love to." He agreed.

[ao3feed-jangobi]

by MightyWolves23

Outtakes from my story A Job for A Mandalorian. Just little fluff pieces or scenes that don't really help the plot of the main story. I hope you enjoy these.

Words: 1377, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of A Job for A Mandalorian

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jango Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Feemor (Star Wars), Xanatos (Star Wars), Bruck Chun, Quinlan Vos, Jaster Mereel, Myles the Mandalorian (Star Wars), Darth Maul

Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Additional Tags: Outtakes, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Time Travel Fix-It, Female Obi-Wan Kenobi, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

via AO3 works tagged 'Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi'

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FIC: Haat'Mand'alor be Yaim'ol ~ Star Wars ~ Obi-Wan/Jaster ~ Mature ~ Chapter 10/10 ~ COMPLETE

Title: Haat'Mand'alor be Yaim'ol Fandom: Star Wars Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Jaster Mereel Warnings: Time travel, canon-typical violence, fix-it (apparently), not everyone dies/some live, the Kaminoans are the worst, Jaster is the Mand'alor we deserve, character death, the clones deserve better, Jaster has 3 million grandkids, mental manipulation, Mandalorian culture, Mandalorian morality, an excessive amount of murder (of Kaminoans), Jedi culture respected, Jango needs a hug, Rex needs a hug, Fox needs a hug, EVERYONE GETS A HUG (except the Kaminoans), asexual Jango, nonbinary clones, trans clones, polyamory mention, disabled characters, happy ending Summary: Jaster Mereel doesn't die on Korda VI, but is instead thrust forward thirty years to Kamino.

Chapter Summary: Jaster backs the Jedi Order, and the potential wedding is discussed.

When Obi-Wan limped his way over to the circle of seats, Jaster held out a hand to help him navigate the narrow path between seats and the table. It earnt him a scowl and a muttered, "I don't need help."

"Maybe I just want to touch you," Jaster replied, and Obi-Wan flushed and let him help without further complaint, although he did huff a bit pointedly when Jaster stayed standing next to the sofa as Obi-Wan lowered himself into it, serving as best he could as a leverage point.

Once Jaster had sat, Obi-Wan made quick work of unlatching the hidden clasps for Jaster's bes'marbur on that side and set it in his own lap as he leant his head against Jaster's shoulder, letting out a near-silent sigh of relief. Jaster, in return, leant his own head against the top of Obi-Wan's and closed his eyes, letting himself relax against his riduur for the first time in far too long.

"They're really spouses?" he heard Kryze whisper in Mando'a.

"Yes," Llats and B'arin chorused, while Vhonte snarled, "If I break your face, will your brain start working?"

"Vhonte," Jaster called, and was a little surprised to hear Obi-Wan doing the same thing at the same time. They pulled back just enough to eye each other, while a couple of someones started snickering.

"Yes," Windu said drily, "it's clear this political marriage is going to be a disaster. Obi-Wan, tell me this wasn't planned."

Obi-Wan huffed as he leant against Jaster's shoulder again, hand finding Jaster's and threading their fingers together. "No, Mace, I didn't plan this. It honestly never occurred to me; I don't believe political marriages are common in Mandalorian culture?"

"No," Jaster agreed. "Some clans will consider themselves united if a member of each marries one of the other or others, but I don't believe Mandalorians have married for any reason beyond love for..." He shook his head, frowning. "Well, since before the Dral'Han, at least, and I believe much longer than that."

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[soundwavefucker69]

firstly, I'm really enjoying your Star Wars writing!!! Thank you for sharing it! I especially enjoy down the rabbit hole and anything involving Jaster getting to have MORE kids so nice one! About the changing their names thing: you could use them taking a new name as showing their changing attitudes towards their birth family and the new world they find themselves in if that's what you want to go for. Also, I agree...Royal/Honor/Clemency Mereel are simply Very Cool. Have a nice day!

I do very much feel like they would eventually get to the point where they just want to forget about the past and move on. It'll likely be easiest for Regal. They'll likely switch to Mereel just because he got confused and thought his last name was Mereel and they were like fuck it fine

[overcaffeinated-creative]

20, 21, 34, for anyone you’d like!

For this one, I’m going with my main four characters: Solus Vetra, Lumi Kirrin, Jazari Naaji, and Kamelia Malo! It’s going under a cut because I already know I’m going to get long winded with it.

Are they insecure or happy with themselves?

Solus is happy with herself more often then not. There’s always room to improve things (she’s only going to stop that when she’s dead) but overall she’s content. After what felt like forever Solus finally became herself again and found her true purpose. The further she gets from the Jedi Tenants the happier she becomes.

Lumi is super happy with herself. Are there flaws? Yes, but they’re her flaws. Some little habits she needs to change, others set in stone that she has just accepted, and a few that straddle the line between flaw and strength. But, she considers the important thing is she recognizes her own self worth.

Jazari is insecure sometimes. When compared to the other two, it is hard to not feel down on herself some days. Solus and Lumi are extraordinary in her mind. Their generation will be shaped by them. Those feelings come up even more during the Clone Wars. Most of her time is spent within Arca Barracks running the back end of various ops next to their much more active Front Line Presence. It feels like they are risking more, doing more, giving more to the War Effort. But, they make damn sure she knows she’s just as valuable as they are, if not more so. Because they’re always going to lift each other up.

Kamelia’s middle name could be Insecurity at this point. Instead of building herself up from the inside she depends too heavily on outside validation. The simplest bit of constructive criticism sends her spiraling into the depths of self-loathing and puts up all of her walls. It was an okay system until she went from being the shining star of her age group to falling behind. Instead of trying to work past it she continues to be catty, hypocritical, and frankly self-adsorbed. 

Opinion on romance?

Solus has a pretty favorable opinion of romance. It takes a backseat a lot to everything else going on in her life but she does enjoy the gestures. Nothing ostentatious like roof top declarations or useless, gaudy gifts catches her eye. But, the small things like remembering her favorite food or forehead kisses? Surprising her with flowers or fixing a weapon/starfighter/etc for her or running a bath for her because her day sucked? Yeah, those will always win her heart over. She’s not there for the fleeting feelings but the long haul instead.

Lumi is wary of traditional romance. It feels like society at large puts too much emphasis on it. Everything about “Love and Romance” is supposed to be some kind of grandiose display of claiming one another. None of that appeals to her on any level. Instead, she prefers a quiet comfort derived from being together. A feeling of caring and belonging and home. Basically, she wants the only difference between her friendships and partnerships to be agreed upon rules among themselves. If she cares about someone then she cares about them. There’s no strange feeling of mystery or excitement to put it on some unattainable pedestal. That being said, she will melt from little gestures from her lover(s). Those are the things that matter most to her.

Jazari really enjoys spoiling others with little romantic gestures. There’s something that warms her heart about warming others hearts. Flowers, little snacks, fixing a broken datapad, even just the cutesy messages back and fourth throughout the day are fantastic to her. Being on the receiving end is almost always equally as nice. Just spoiling one another with little dates to fall deeper and deeper in love makes her happy. The Galaxy has enough hate and discord, what is needs now is love and kindness.

Kamelia has a very torn opinion on romance. Outwardly, she denies wanting it. Because romance implies falling in love therefore breaking the Code. She is so desperate to be a good Jedi she will do anything to avoid breaking those rules. Hell, she judges those who fail to follow the Code repeatedly. But…she wants romance. She wants the big gestures and shows of affection. More than anything she wants someone to show her off (and that she can show off) because they belong together. She watches dramatic romances or historical dramas dreaming of living the charmed lives of the heroines. Dating, love, marriage, and babies ever after is what she wants but refuses to admit.

Do they have any trauma? if so, what?

Solus had a very traumatic life before the Jedi Order. She was born during the Great Clan Wars on Mandalore and was almost executed during it, at age four along with fellow future Countess, Ursa Wren (age 14/15 and the general of the stronghold), in an attempt to take the planet. The Jedi voting her in was luck but also a curse because she was always too much for them. She grew up bullied for being Mandalorian, for being a “Bad Guy” if you followed the Republic’s biased history. She was also far too intelligent, too skilled, and too keyed into a sort of Past Force Vision sense to make anyone comfortable. At eleven, she became a Padawan and forged her second lightsaber, to dual wield at her Master’s suggestion for a challenge. At fifteen, she was grouped into the Jedi Assault Team for Geonosis and watched Jango Fett (the last True Mandalorian, legacy of Jaster Mereel, and her Manda’lor) die by Mace Windu’s hand. Her history died and she blamed herself. Only a few months later her Master, Leska, died during the Battle of Jabiim, along with most of their Clone Troopers and 26 other Jedi overall, leaving Solus to snatch a barely there victory from the jaws of defeat.

Lumi was born in a very Hutt Cartel controlled region of Ryloth. Her father was a Lethan Twi’lek slave and her mother his half-Sephi, half-Rutian Twi’lek master. Because of his misstep of “seducing” her mother, her father was executed, then some months later her mother died in childbirth. By age three, she knew was considered weird among her family and often ignored, due to her innate talents with Shatterpoints and reading everything. It was only a matter of when, not if, they would grow tired of her and make a lot of quick credits. The Jedi Order was a blessing and a curse. They had no idea how to handle her fear and anger but Mace Windu helped. Her understood her Shatterpoints and her feelings and helped so much. At age 11, he became her Master and at 15, the reason she was on Geonosis. Seeing him kill Jango Fett, feeling the reactions of everyone around her (Solus screaming in unimaginable pain like death and Boba wailing) changed her opinions. Their slave army, her repeated trips to Ryloth, and her Master’s devotion to the Republic made life difficult.

Jazari was born on Jedha, in the capital city even. Her mother was on an extended pilgrimage from Mirial to Jedha to see the Kyber Temple while her father was a mechanic and native. Early on her mother left (she has no memories of her) but she grew up with her father. He died when she three leaving her an orphan. Until a Jedi could be dispatched to bring her to the Temple she lived with Guardians and was sad to leave them. Her life could’ve been idyllic among the Jedi except she favored tech to people and she befriended outcasts, Solus, Lumi, and Kamelia. At 12, she became a Padawan to Arligan Zey exposing her to fantastic master but also to the underbelly of the Galaxy within Intel. At 16, she helped run back end operations for Geonosis spending many agonizing hours waiting to hear who lived and who died. From there, she was tossed headlong into the war rarely to the front lines but always analyzing data, holed up in Arca Company Barracks and within the Special Operations Brigade. Included in her tasks was making judgement calls that the many outweighed the few…something she absolutely loathed. They were out there dying as she stayed on Coruscant safe.

Kamelia was given to the Jedi Order as an infant. Everything about her life should’e been cookie cutter perfect within the Temple walls. She was never the outsider in terms of age or life experiences. Her touch of Force Visions and quick skills should’ve made her a shoe in to make friends. Instead, she stayed isolated because of her preoccupation with the Future instead of the Now. As that dividing line grew wider her age-mates’ tolerances of her attitudes grew thinner. She was a teacher’s pet of sorts, a bit of a tattletale, and socially awkward leading to her being teased. Accepting Solus’ offer of friendship, with Lumi and Jazari as well, cemented her Outsider status. It was difficult but not impossible until her friends, the ones who were always ranked beneath her in a way, shot forward into Padawanship…while she did not. It created a rift between her and her only friends. They were always away on missions while she stayed back…waiting. By 15.5 she became a Padawn, finally, when she was assigned to a Master. The fear of being sent to the Service Corps or ousted from the only home she had ever known, because of failure, weighed on her. The other three at least knew a life outside the Temple. The Clone Wars only touched her life in abstract ways. She was never assigned to the fronts, never left the Halls of Healing (exactly where she wanted to be), and never feared really. Until, Solus was assigned there to study (after Leska’s death for the 3 months it took Master Fisto to claim her) challenging Kamelia’s barely held on grip to “I am worth something” because her former friend was moving into her skill set better than her.

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WIP Sunday Part 2 electric boogaloo

What is this? 2 WIP sundays? I'm just so generous today, I know.

Now we're onto probably my second favorite unexpected relationship to come out of Seeds and one I cannot wait for people to discover as they read the fic. Walon Vau and Arla Fett's weird borderline antagonistic yet strangely kindred spirits in a lot of ways aquaintanceship. He's his typical bastard self and has zero compunctions in calling her out on her shit but they also kinda get one another on a weird brainwave only they seem to share.

In time, I can totally see it turn into sassy friends who mercilessly mock and enjoy the stupid shenanigans of their begrudging friend group but they have a way to go to get there. They will definitely be wine friends who trade catty barbs and judge the hell out of everyone around them and gods help everyone else.

I kinda lowkey want to write something post Kal divorce and he's going through his drunken depression arc where he and Walon get stupidly drunk one night and end up making out or maybe even actually sleeping together just so Arla can cackle for the rest of eternity and give him so much shit for his terrible life choices. That's the kinda friendship I'm envisioning.

I'm giving no real context here am I. I guess it kinda speaks for itself though.

Blah blah it's rough and unedited, spoilers abound beneath the cut etc. Also with this? Chapter 37 is officially in the bag. At this point I kinda almost want to stretch this out to 40 so it's nice and even in length. -facepalm- And because I know my own propensity for bloat.

A part of Arla was mortified at being so weak and pathetic that she needed Walon to support her head and shoulders as he gently lifted her up enough to lodge the second pillow beneath her shoulders and rearranged the other one to support her head a little more firmly.

To his credit, Walon had been surprisingly gentle, which was impressive considering the man was still clad head to toe in armor.

“Try that and if it doesn’t work, I might be able to sweet talk one of the Jedi out of some ice chips. That might be easier, all things considered.”

“Walon Vau playing nursemaid, now I really have seen it all.” She did what was second nature at this time when she was feeling vulnerable or threatened; she lashed out verbally, but Arla’s heart wasn’t in it.

“Do you think I missed my calling?” He quipped back at her, and the idea was so preposterous that she actually had a laugh rattling in her chest.

“Oh, kriff me, don’t make me laugh.” Arla groaned as her midsection screamed out in protest.

“They had to take you off of the good pain meds because your body wasn’t metabolizing them correctly.” Vau stated with marked dispassion.

“Good, the last thing I want is a new drug addiction.” She said with a frown, perfectly willing to suffer through pain rather than risk going back to what she’d been a scant few weeks before. She hadn’t realized at the time just how much of her thinking and personality had been dulled under the steady diet of mood-altering drugs Death Watch had kept her on. Detoxing off of it had been sheer hell but she didn’t regret it in the least.

“I told Mij you would feel that way. But I guess his whole sensitive medical sensibilities was offended at the idea of you suffering unnecessarily.”

“You definitely did not miss your calling, by the way.”

“Probably for the best, I like to think I’m quite good at what I do.” He said without an ounce of boasting or pride, just stating a simple fact as he saw it.

That confidence would have been almost impressive if it hadn’t also been maddening.

Arla rolled her eyes and took another sip from the cup which went much better the second time around.

Reluctant curiosity finally won out. “Did Jaster survive?”

“He did, albeit not without injury. But he’s expected to make a full recovery as is Myles in case you were curious.”

The blonde couldn’t quite contain her wince. While she wasn’t the biggest Jaster Mereel fan in the universe, she’d come to realize the leader of the True Mandalorians wasn’t the self-righteous hypocrite and coward that Death Watch had made him out to be. Arla would even reluctantly accept, somewhat begrudgingly, that he seemed decent enough.

And she guessed she was glad in a vague sort of way that Myles was also going to recover, even if the man's personality sometimes grated on her nerves.

“I can’t believe he would do something so stupid and over the top.”

“Then you clearly don’t know him at all.” Walon’s voice was cool and shaded with disapproval. “Throwing himself between danger and someone he considers under his protection is exactly what he would do. Jaster is a hopeless idealist who is far too enamored with his notions of what a good and proper Mandalorian should be.”

She hadn’t been expecting that rather harsh critique of the man’s character and the surprise was plain to see on her face.

“This surprises you? I’m a realist at heart, Arla. People like myself, we’re forced to view the world with unvarnished eyes so that idealists of the world can continue on doing what they do. Because ultimately? They’re the ones who effect the most positive changes and make the world a better place. Even when they do spectacularly stupid things like risking their necks to save a former Death Watch assassin who apparently took potshots at them and nearly got them killed mere seconds before.”

Arla couldn’t even mask the flinch when he threw those words in her face.

“It was the only way I could think to sell Tor on the lie. Otherwise, there was no way he was going to let me within striking distance.”

“I understand that though I know certain members of our party aren’t feeling nearly so magnanimous about it.”

“You clearly don’t agree with his decision.”

“I don’t, and I suspect you don’t either, even though it may be the reason you’re still alive and breathing. Your life in trade for his death would have been a poor deal in my book.” Trust Walon Vau to be brutally honest with her, even now. “But he wouldn’t be the man he is if he wasn’t willing to make that sacrifice without a second thought. And he wouldn’t inspire the loyalty he does in his troops and maybe even Mandalore itself if he didn’t do the ridiculous things that he does.”

“It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

“I understand; it didn’t make sense to me either. Not at the start, and even now, I sometimes struggle with understanding him. But somehow, despite having spent my entire life trying to believe in any kind of figurehead or religion, I find myself believing in that man. And it vexes me to no end, let me assure you.”