#jangobi week day 2

[siderealdei]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Jango Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jaster Mereel, Tor Vizsla Additional Tags: Day 2 - 2024, Kenfetti Week 2024, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mandalorian Civil War | Death Watch vs Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians, Jaster Mereel Lives, Captivity, Torture, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 2 of Kenfetti Week 2024 Summary:

Mandalore is a Stars-taken disaster, and Obi-Wan doesn’t say that lightly. Not after Melida/Daan.

[allhallowsjangobi]

Masterpost 2024

Hello there!

All Hallow’s Jangobi is a Halloween-themed Jango/Obi-Wan week that will take place in the week leading up to Halloween 2024. It will start on October 25th and end on October 31st. The event is open for everyone, writer or artist. You can write, draw or create as much or as little as you want. If you want to write 1k, 20k or three different fics, it's dealer's choice! Every day will have two different prompts, that you are free to interpret however you want. You are also free to participate only one day or every single day, do only the main prompts, or only the alts, or both.

The prompts for 2024 can be found here.

There is an open AO3 collection for everyone to post their works to, and we will do our best to reblog everything posted to tumblr as well. ❕❕ As a reminder, if you post anything here on tumblr, tag this blog directly (@allhallowsjangobi ) so we can see and reblog your creations. ❕❕

Important links again: FAQ How to join the Jangobi discord server

Under the cut you read the rules for the event:

1) All submissions are welcome,

as long as they feature the pairing Jango/Obi-wan and correspond (as least a little) to the All Hallows theme and prompts. You can create anything you want!

2) All ratings and archive warnings accepted

Most of the content will be hosted either on AO3 or on tumblr. Please tags your content accurately and use the correct warnings when they apply. You are free to create any type of work you wish, but appropriate warnings are a must, especially since halloween topics can be open to a wide range of interpretation and can range from cracky to angsty: one might take the topic zombie and make it a cute trick and treat fic, another might turn it into an mcd zombie apocalypse.

If a mod ask you to add a tag, please do so.

3) No rude comments or harassment

Self-explanatory. We all want to have a fun event, so don’t offer unasked for criticism, let people create whatever they want (even if you don’t personally agree with it) and don’t be rude! Don’t like, don’t read and ykinmkato (your kink is not my kink and that’s okay) rules apply.

4) WIPs are free to be shared

This isn’t a secret event or an exchange, so feel free to share snippets, sketches, anything of the likes with people! Feedback can help motivate anyone.

5) Dark content allowed when correctly tagged

You can create something light-hearted or go as dark as you want, but you must tag your creation accurately. Use the AO3 warnings as a reference and complete them if necessary. If a mod ask you to add a content warning, please do so.

6) Submissions will be tagged all hallows jangobi 2024

You can submit your creations to this blog or the AO3 collection. You can post to the collection by either going to the collection page and clicking “Post to Collection” or by adding allhallowsjangobi2024 in the collection field on a new work.

You can also post them on your own blogs. You just need to tag them AND tag this blog so the mods can find them!

[subobi]

SubObi Week #7 - Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection • Previous Weeks’ Masterlists

If your submission isn’t included here, please let me know!

**Note that warnings and ratings are not included on this list. Please take time to read the tags on the work itself.**

Submissions:

Day 1 - Virgin Obi-Wan

1 - Virgin Obi-Wan by Bittodeath - JangObi, JastObi

Better Relations by Siderea - JangObi

cold dark earth by inasinara - Codywan, Obi-Wan/OMC

Take Away My Braid by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

Day 2 - Hades & Persephone AU

hold your breath, dim the lights by Sidrea - Obidala

Truly Appeal by wanderingjedihistorian - AlphObiCody

Day 3 - Dubious Consent

3 - Dubious Consent by Bittodeath - Obikin

here for your entertainment by Siderea - Codywan

Like Natured Intended by TheShinyLizard, wanderingjedihistorian - Codywan, ObiClones

what the body needs by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - QuinObi

Day 4 - Bondage/Restraints/Spreader Bars

4 - Restraints/Spreader Bars by Bittodeath - Group

An Exercise in Patience by wanderingjedihistorian - Codywan

loosen these knots by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - QuinObi

no light, no light by wrennette - ObiDooku

play him like a violin by Siderea - RexObi

Day 5 - Soulmates AU

5 - Soulmates by Bittodeath - ObiVizsla

dream to me (feeling it even more) by Siderea - JastObi

So Loyal by wanderingjedihistorian - JangObi

Day 6 - Lingerie/Jewelry/Leia Slave Outfit

6 - Lingerie/Jewelry by Bittodeath - Codywan

Attention by wanderingjedihistorian - JangObi

bad (but i'm perfectly good at it) by Siderea - JangObi

most precious possession by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - JangObi

The Lingerie Approval Board by kartaylirnaak - ObiClones, Codywan

Treasure Is In The Eye Of The Beholder by FearMy Pencil - One Piece Crossover Pairing

When You Desire Me Most by TheShinyLizard -JangObi

Day 7 - Soft Cock/Small Cock

7 - Small cock / Dry Humping by Bittodeath - KalObi

body, betrayal by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - JangObi

filling by wrennette - BailObiBreha

in the palm of his hand by Siderea - WolffeObi

Day 8 - Bonus Free Day/Floating Prompts

2 - Stuck in a wall by Bittodeath - Group

Finding His Gold Oasis by TheShinyLizard - Codywan, ObiClones

no way out by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - Obi-Wan/OMC

satiated by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - DexObi

swallow the sound (it swallows me whole) by Siderea - JangObi

sweeter than heaven / hotter than hell by Siderea - JangObi

[theshinylizard]

Today I didn’t do a lot actual story writing. I did more of what I like to call story word vomit. Basically I outline / plan the fic. Oh it can still go off the rails and head other directions but I have an idea of where it’s going.

So this happened for two fics

1. ObiReader to CodywanReader. Stewjoni reader, uses she/her pronouns but has both genitals. But! Secondary sexual characteristics like breasts don’t appear until a Stewjoni is a carrier aka until they become a mother. So Stewjoni don’t really have gender.

The main thing for this story is that Stewjoni look human and their genitals are compatible with other humans but they are not biologically compatible (except for a select few races). So Obi-Wan could have sex with Quin but he wouldn’t get pregnant. Stewjoni have such small numbers that they encourage breeding. The reader decided she wanted to be a carrier and this signs up and Obi-Wan is a sire.

Trigger warning for the fic below. If you’ve read werestrill then you’re probably good for this fic.

2. Now this fic. Well it’s JangObi. But it’s well, yeah it’s dead dove. It’s not as bad as As Long As You Obey but it’s still bad. It’s got non con Somnophilia, kidnapping (Jango’s favorite method of obtaining a partner), breeding, and mpreg. Oh and dualsex Obi-Wan. Right now it’s got a fantasy AU setting, it’s gonna have magic and the Force. Jango was cursed and so he’s a wolf during the day and a human at night.

I meant to write more Waystation Salvation today but uh oops 😂 I’ll get back to that tomorrow. I hope to post the first part to Waystation next week. Just a reminder this one is glory hole Codywan, ObiClones. Oh and it’s got Pining! Like some major yearning from Obi-Wan

[colehasapen]

(ONE SHOT) we can turn it into gold dust  STAR WARS

Jangobi Week Day 2 - Time Travel

A03

When Ben had first woken up in the past, he’d had nowhere to go. He hadn’t known where he was, what he was doing, or what he  would  do, he hadn’t even been aware that he  was in the past at first. He had still been shaking with adrenaline from his battle against - against Vader. Bone weary from the grief of losing his family, from the ache of the betrayal of his men, he hadn’t been sure of anything, but the fact that he’d had two children in his arms that needed protection and that he was no longer on Bail’s ship. No longer standing beside his Grandmaster and the body of one of his dearest friends.

At first, he hadn’t even realized that he was over a decade younger than he had been only months before, all he’d known was that he was immensely grateful for the peculiarities of Stewjoni biology, because he’d had two very hungry newborns to feed before he could truly wonder about what had happened.

He’d disguised himself as a farmer, hiding his and Anakins’ lightsabers, stealing some clothing from an abandoned homestead, and that had been when he’d truly gotten his first good look at his face, and he’d nearly retched in his shock. The face staring back at him had been fresh with young, a face round with immaturity and smattered with freckles Ben hadn’t worn since he was a Padawan, free of the beard he had once worn. He barely looked out of his teens, like he should still be following his Master around on missions and attending lessons in the Temple. He had stood them, bare as the day he had been born, for a long time, just staring at his reflection in the broken glass until one of the twins started wailing to be fed and Ben had forced himself to move.

Luke and Leia needed him, so he couldn’t let himself crumble.

Ben had forced himself to keep moving, because he had two orphaned infants who needed him for everything. Without him, they’d have no food, no warmth, no care - so he’d kept moving forward, looking to the Force for guidance. The lack of slimy Darkness around him had been a shock at first, had made him realize how  used to it he had become over the years, and it wasn’t only all from the two supernovas that he carried around with him, one strapped to his chest, the other to his back, as they’d worked their way through the countryside of a snow-covered planet that Ben didn’t recognize.

It had been beautiful, at least, seeing the sun glinting off of ice crystals and snow capped trees, white dusted on the undergrowth like a layer of powdered sugar on those donuts he remembered Garen enjoying a little too much when they had been children. He had spent too long confined to the war front and Coruscant, unable to see the beauty of nature like he could on the unknown planet he had found himself on.

The peace hadn’t lasted.

Urged on by the Force, Ben had kept walking, and eventually he’d found himself stumbling upon a camp of armoured Mandalorians - who had all seemed equally as surprised to see him as he was to see them. It had been a tense stand-off, staring down the business end of almost a hundred blasters, until Luke had started fussing under his coat, uneasy with the emotions being broadcasted into the Force and hungry once more.

The sights and sounds of a fussy baby had been the sign that the Mando’ade had needed, and Ben had found himself immediately ushered further into the camp by protective and worried warriors. They’d been utterly delighted when both children had been unveiled, like seeing a second infant was the most precious thing they’d all ever seen. He’d found himself and the twins herded to the tent at the very center of the camp, the most well-defended position with the best insulation and heating, private enough to let him breastfeed in peace. Eventually, a medic had come to him, carrying a scanner and leading a younger  verd laden with blankets and pillows behind xem. Blood work had been done, a medical profile created, and none of them had even blinked an eye when neither Luke or Leias’ genetics matched his own.

To them, he was Ben Tano, twenty years old, just another refugee who had gotten in over his head, who had taken in two orphans who had needed care and comfort.  Baar’ur Nawara had been knowledgeable and well-trained, and perhaps Ben shouldn’t have been as surprised as he had been that the Twi’Lek had known the specifics of Stewjoni biology, considering that Mandalorians had once been known to take in beings regardless of species, as long as they swore the  resol’nare.

Eventually, their leader had returned from scouting, had swept into the tent and into Ben’s life, and then there he had stayed.

It was then, shirtless under one of the blankets offered to him, cradling the twins in his arms as they’d fed, that the truth of his situation had truly sunk in, because when the buy’ce had come off, Ben had found himself staring into a hauntingly familiar face, one he had spent the last three years of his life surrounded by at all sides. Jango Fett, young enough that he could have been mistaken as one of his clones, dressed in  beskar’gam painted in a way that Ben had never seen, dark hair curling around a face unlined by years of hatred and suffering, had stared back at him. Barely out of his teenaged years himself, Jango Fett had proven himself to be a completely different person than the man Ben had met in his own time, the one that had consigned millions of his own children to a life of slavery and death. This was a Jango Fett who was still Mand’alor, still a leader among his people, one who had not yet been given the name of Jedi Killer - and Ben had made sure that he never would.

Somehow, he had been thrown decades into the past, in a body young enough that he could be mistake for a teenager, on Galidraan before the slaughter of the True Mandalorians, before the Mandalorian Civil War had truly spun out of control and Death Watch gained the amount of traction Ben had once known them to have. He’d been thrown into a past before Jango had given himself over to a life of vengeance, before the clones had even been created, and Ben had made sure it would never happen.

He mourned for the friends he lost by meddling; mourned good, strong Cody, kind Waxer and Boil, cheerful Wooley, and so many more that had been lost. He mourned for his 212th, who had betrayed him for reasons Ben doubted he’d ever know, for Rex and the 501st, for all of the clones who would never get to live. By making sure the True Mandalorians didn’t die on Galidraan, Ben had ensured that they’d never live, he had changed the course of history and everything he had known.

He had nowhere to go, no home to go back to - there was already an Obi-Wan Kenobi at the Temple, and even the thought of returning made him think of the bodies of his family on the floor, of smoke rising above the spires and fear staining the walls like blood. So when Jango had offered him a place with the True Mandalorians, among people he hadn’t known in his own time, he had accepted.

He had accepted, had become a Mandalorian, and, eventually, he became the  Be’alor as well.

An arm slides across his waist, pulling him closer against a warm, broad chest, and Ben feels lips press against the back of his neck, hot breath ruffling the shaggy copper hair there. “It’s too early to be thinking,  Mesh’la.” His husband murmurs, his end of their Force bond buzzing groggily, and Ben hums, enjoying the pleasant tingle of human contact, melting into Jango’s embrace as a large hand splays across the faint bump of his abdomen. “What’s wrong,  riduur? Is the  ikaad bothering you?”

“Just thinking,  cyar’ika.” He soothes, pulling away just enough that he can roll over to face his husband, letting the other man tuck his head under his chin, dark curls brushing against the clean shaven skin there, hand moving back to the ever-growing baby bump. This late in the night cycle, it’s just the two of them in the  Mand’alor’s suite, far too early as it is for even energetic five year olds to be running around. The Keldabe palace is a fortress, impenetrable and safe, and it lets Ben relax, allowing him to be sure that his  ade are safe. “It’s been five years.” He muses, almost amazed by the fact, playing absently with Jango’s soft hair.

Jango purrs deep in his chest as his nails drag over his scalp, a genetic hold over from the nonhuman ancestors Ben had never known he’d had - but maybe he shouldn’t have been too surprised to learn, considering how pack-minded the clones had been. “Best five years of my life.” The man rumbles sleepily, nuzzling against Ben’s collarbone. “I might just like your Force-shit after all. It gave me you.” Then, when Ben’s mouth opens to say something appropriately witty, still unsure what to do with the love and care aimed towards him to this day, Jango silences him with a sweet kiss that tastes like morning breath and makes both of them screw up their faces in exaggerated disgust.

“Urg.” Ben says dramatically, like some great insult had been given to him, flopping over onto his back and ignoring the faint roll of nausea that follows when the baby makes their displeasure known. Jango follows like a limpet, burying his face in Ben’s stomach and rubbing his cheek against the delightfully soft fabric of his sleep shirt as he stretches his arms across him like another blanket. “So  uncivilized.”

“You love me.” Jango grins at him, soft with sleep and his cheek resting against the bump of their growing child, dark eyes shimmering with so much love that Ben wants to cry sometimes.

He doesn’t know what he ever could have done to deserve this sweet happiness.

“Unfortunately.” Ben teases, reaching out to ruffle his hair again, and Jango melts into his touch, purrs kicking up once more. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you and accepted Myles’ proposal instead.”

“Betrayal.” Jango grumps, voice thickening once more as sleep creeps towards him once again, “My own brother, betraying me. I should have him hanged.”

He can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up in response, “You wouldn’t.” He says playfully, dodging the half-hearted swat that lands on his pillow instead, leaving Jango’s wrist to rest against his mouth, and Ben nips at it teasingly. “You love Myles too much.”

“Lies and slander.”

Ben laughs again, the weight of his past long forgotten in the face of his husband’s warmth, and he gently kisses the pulse point he can feel beating against his lips. “Go back to sleep, Jan’ika. We have a few hours yet until your court needs us.”

“Our  court.” Jango mumbles, surrendering to the gentle Force suggestion Ben had lined his words with. “You got half of it when you agreed to marry me.” His breath evens as he slips back to sleep, filling the room and the Force with foggy contentment and gentle love, and Ben smiles.

“Of course.” He teases his sleeping husband, unable to not get the last word even as he finds himself being pulled back to his dreams. “How dare I forget that.”

Taglist: @a-mediocre-succulent @yellowisharo @spoofymcgee @roseofalderaan @everything-or-anything @bellablue42  

[pitchthepeach]

Day 3: Outfit swap

[yukipri]

YukiPri - Star Wars 2021~, General Art Masterpost - Part I

This is my general standalone Star Wars fanart compilation for content created 2021~onwards, Part 1!

I created a separate post for this content due to hitting the maximum link limit on my Main Star Wars Masterpost.

To see my various AU content (including links to my Star Wars comics and fics!), as well as other crucial general links, please check out the link!

This Masterpost is marked is marked Part 1, because as of making this Masterpost, I am already close to the maximum link limit again. When I reach it, this section will be replaced with a link to Part 2.

Click here for the latest version of this post!

Thank you!

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MASTERPOST KEY:

[COM] - Comic

[ILL] - Illustration

[FIC] - Written fiction

[TXT] - Text headcanons

All shippy/pseudo-shippy things will be marked with a ＊

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Links to Art:

[ILL] Commander Cody

[ILL] May 4th 2021 with Grogu + Din + Boba + Jango + Cody + Rex

[ILL] Cody & his General doing reports, ＊Cody x Obi-Wan

[ILL] The 212th Attack Battalion

[ILL/COM] Jango Fett is alive and is a pain in the ass ＊Cody x Obi x Jango

[ILL] Echo’s cyborg spine thing

[ILL] Rex

[COM] Bad Batch Ep 7 comic

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Tea

[ILL/COM] The Anakin & Padmé Meme in Four Parts

[ILL] Cody, Wooley, & Longshot in training gear

[ILL] Captain Howzer

[ILL] The 212th and their General ＊212th x Obi-Wan

[ILL] Captain Gregor

[ILL] Jangobi vs Codywan＊

[ILL] Cody - Inside helmet

[ILL] Casual Autumn Vibes with the 212th (Wooley & Waxer)

[ILL] Undercover Cody & Obi-Wan (＊Long Hair!Cody x Beardless!Obi-Wan)

[ILL] Halloween Grogu

[ILL] Alpha-17

[ILL] Alpha-77 | Fordo

[ILL] Echo & Fives

[ILL] Happy Boba Day!

[ILL] The Book of Boba Fett Ep 2 art

[ILL] Tusken Warrior, version 1 (WIP)

[ILL] Tusken Warrior, verstion 2 (Final)

[ILL] Fennec Shand

[ILL] TBOBF Ep 5 Sketch

[COM] TBOBF Ep 5 mini comic

[ILL] TBOBF Boba Sketch

[ILL] Young adult Boba

[ILL] Boba through the ages, Version 1 (WIP)

[ILL] Boba through the ages, Version 2 (Final)

[ILL] Valentine's Day~White Day Project 2022 #1 Cody x Obi-Wan＊

[ILL] "Cute Kid." Boba, Din, Grogu, Rancor

[ILL] TBOBF mini comic: in which Luke hears something shocking

[ILL] Paz Vizsla doodles

[ILL] Jaster Mereel sketch

[ILL] Cad Bane mentoring young 1313 Boba

[COM] An upgraded bag for Grogu! (or not)

[ILL] Fennec with red chrysanthemums

[ILL] Cody & Obi-Wan (Kenobi Trailer Day)

[ILL] Beskar or Mithril? Grogu & Frodo, SW x LOTR Crossover

[ILL] Young Adult Boba - Remembrance

[ILL] Boba & Tooka

[ILL] Jaster & Young Jango

[ILL] Glitch, the Force-sensitive (?) clone

[ILL] Thor Padmé vs Vader, SW x Marvel Crossover

[ILL] May 4th 2022 with 30 characters

          [ILL/TXT] May 4th 2022 Bonus Version with commentary!

[ILL] 20th Anniversary of AOTC - Phase I shiny clone trooper

[ILL] Vanity Fair photoshoot - Obi-Wan & Din

[ILL] Plo Koon & Bros

[ILL] Adult!Boba & Jango - Lego Star Wars-inspired

[ILL] Obi-Wan - Sad Man in the Sand Week

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Watto - Bad Disguise

[ILL] Kenobi premiere

[ILL] Cody from the Bad Batch Season 2 Trailer

[ILL] Clone Merman for MerMay

[ILL] Obi-Wan Kenobi Ep 3 - Ghost Anakin

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Quinlan Vos

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Alpha-17: the Last Stand on Jabiim

[ILL] Obi-Wan Finale

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Cody: the Clone Wars

[ILL] Cody princess-carrying Obi-Wan ＊mild Codywan

[ILL] Reva & Grogu

[ILL] Cody holding a knife to Obi-Wan's throat - Scrapped Kenobi movie script

[COM] Desert Husbands - Domestic Cody & Obi-Wan on Tatooine

[ILL] Cody Caf Break

[ILL] Alpha-ØØ | “Boba Fett”

[ILL] Face Your Art meme - Clones Faces Compilation

[ILL] 212th Attack Battalion - Wooley

[ILL] 212th Attack Battalion - Waxer

[ILL] Ahsoka

[ILL] PREVIEW - Durge x Obi-Wan N/S/F/W Patreon Preview＊

[ILL] Clonetober 2022 Challenge Completed! Compilation of 31 Portraits

     All individual portrait links HERE!

[ILL] Grogu and Dust Bunnies, Incorrect Prediction

[ILL] Grogu and Totoros - An Imposter

[ILL] Rex Winter Fashion - Inspired by the Columbia TCW Collection

[ILL] Fordo Sketch

[ILL] Yaddle

[ILL] Happy Holidays 2022 - Inspired by the 2022 Lucasfilm Holiday Card (Codywan＊)

[ILL] Happy Holidays 2022 - Codywan only variation＊

[ILL] Echo & AZI: a projection of Fives

[ILL] Captain Wilco

[ILL] Cody - Glory Gold, fades to Gray...

[ILL] Fordo showing you General Kenobi

[ILL] Wyler & Nova

[ILL] Omega, TBB S2

[ILL] Echo, TBB S2

[ILL] Cody sketch

[ILL] Slip & Cade

[ILL] Long-haired Rex

[ILL] Valentine’s Day 2023 (＊Jangobi, Codywan?)

[Tutorial] How to draw Obi-Wan’s beard

[ILL] Paz Vizsla Big Tiddies Meme

[ILL/Merch] Filigree Clone + Fett Helmets Laptop Case

[ILL] Sad Super Battle Droid

[ILL] Ahsoka

[ILL] “Tiny” - Smol Paz + Din

[ILL] More Smol Paz + Din

[ILL] Mayday

[jangobiweek]

Prompts for Jangobi week! Feb 1st-7th 2021

Day 1 - Enemies to lovers 

Day 2 - Time Travel 

Day 3 - undercover 

Day 4 - Forced To Work Together 

Day 5 - Competence Kink 

Day 6 - Fix-it Au 

Day 7 - Happy Ending 

Please pass this around so anyone interested has a chance to see them! Feel free to send  any questions you have our way, and we’ll do our best to answer them timely. We’re going to set up an ao3 collection to at least bookmark any works created and hopefully reblog any on tumblr when the week comes! :)

P.S additional and/or more artist friendly prompts might be released if wanted

[retrodaft]

Day 2 of Jangobi week: Fantasy au

• Just two dudes hanging out at the pub.

[feelinkeeli]

Jangobi week - Day 2: Time Travel

It's almost midnight my time and I'm still not done with what I was writing for today's prompt. Well, what I wanted to write for today and possibly expand on later. So sorry this leaves off rather abruptly.

Jango woke, groaning at the headache caused by Force exhaustion. He didn't recall doing anything strenuous to cause him to over-use his Force abilities. There was a mission to an abandoned Jedi Temple to recover some artifacts accidentally left behind on Dantooine. Typically work that was for Shadows or Temple Guardians, but Sifo-Dyas gave him the mission instead.

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"Is this a mission the Force is telling you I need to take or is this a mission that will lead me to meeting Kenobi again?" Jango had asked. "You know we've exchanged comm codes. I think at this point we can handle our relationship ourselves."

"Why can it not be both?" Sifo-Dyas has asked in return. "What does the Force tell you?"

"That my master forgets my talents lie in the Living Force," Jango grumbled before reaching out to the Force and getting a sense of… necessity. No urgency thankfully, but now an inescapable nudging by the Force. "I need to go."

"You do," Sifo-Dyas agreed before he smiled at Jango. "And do give Ser Kenobi my regards."

-

"Mmm, what did we drink last night?" Obi-wan asked as he joined Jango in the land of the living.

That being the first the first question Obi-wan  asked really was a testament to how regularly the two of them drank before falling into bed together. Of course when you know your parental figure, or your partner's, may or may not be an unwilling voyeur to your sexual activities- you drank. It wouldn't prevent Sifo-Dyas from witnessing anything but Jango's former Master claimed it helped to muddle the details. Jango was not brave enough to ask if it was true.

"I think the more accurate question is what did you two touch," a third voice wryly pointed out.

Jango startled. He had not felt anyone but himself and Obi-wan in Dantooine Temple's hidden archive. Looking around he soon realized why. There was a Mandalorian watching them safely out of lightsaber reach.

Not blaster reach however as Obi-wan took a shot, just as badly startled as Jango. (Perhaps because he trusted Jango to be able to sense danger long before it presented itself as Obi-wan learned over their many encounters.)

The familiar sound of a lightsaber igniting and blocking the blaster shot wasn't surprising. Not when Jango saw the blade was pure black.

"Peace, friends. I mean you no harm. I only sensed your arrival and came to investigate," Tarre Vizsla, the first and probably last, Mandalorian Jedi said as he turned off his lightsaber. 

"Yes well, anyone that can sneak up on a Jedi is troubling," Obi-wan said, not even bothering to apologize though he did holster his blaster. 

Not turning his back to Vizsla, Obi-wan stood and carefully offered Jango a hand up. Accepting the hand would leave Jango free to Force Push if necessary. They really did find themselves working together too frequently Jango thought as he accepted the up. The movement caused his hood to slip down and Vizsla made a noise of interest.

"You're a Fett? But- I'm the only Mandalorian in the Order," Vizsla asked, sounding confused for all Jango couldn't sense it through the beskar.

"You are," Jango agreed, feeling like he was breathing in shards of glass as he did.

"But you're a Fett," Tarre Vizsla protested and Force did he sound so young. Had he even become Mand'alor yet?

Obi-wan looked between the two puzzled. "How did you know his last name is Fett? Why is Jango being Mandalorian or not such a concern?"

"It's rather obvious once you know anyone born into the Fett clan has the same face. Too much incompatible genetics from interracial relations we assume. It's a bit like interacting with a multi-generational family of clones when the helmets come off," Vizsla said, gesturing to Jango's face as he did. "They're an Old Clan by Mandalorian standards. It's beyond strange to me one isn't Mandalorian."

"I was declared Dar'Manda," Jango choked out, grasping for peace and not finding it. "No one wanted a jedi. Not after the Excision. Except the New Mandalorians but I couldn't accept their price. You- you are the first and only Mandalorian the Jedi Order has had in millennia."

Obi-wan and Vizsla stared at him in alarm, shocked into silence.

-

Obi-wan was willing to admit he was concerned for Jango; he had never seen the surly Jedi so rattled. He looked like a gentle breeze could knock him over. He hadn't even let go of Obi-wan’s hand since he helped the man off the floor.

It was rather uncharitable but Obi-wan was sorely tempted to try shooting the Mandalorian Jedi again. Honestly, knowing it would be dodged or deflected were the only reasons he was holding back. Force users were insufferably frustrating that way, it was a wonder Obi-wan found it attractive in Jango.

Still, thinking about shooting Vizsla was a lovely distraction from the fact they time-traveled. Time-traveled over three millennia into the past. Melidaan was still Melida/Daan. Stars, Melida/Daan hadn't even started their bloody Civil War over the kriffing name yet. Nield was never going to believe him and Cerasi was going to be disappointed if he didn't bring back any pre-Civil War information on Melida/Daan.

It did make Obi-wan wonder if the two were going to be more amused or relieved to learn Jango probably didn't have a bastard love child with Duchess Kryze. Once he and Jango went from a one night stand to something steady it had been something of an on-going speculation amongst the Young. They had all wondered once Nield and Cerasi had shared the holos of Santine Kryze's "nephew" Rex. Bringing the news that all Fetts had the same face was only going to make the speculation grow. Assuming, of course, they could even go back.

[allhallowsjangobi]

⏳ 2 weeks left! ⏳

Hello there!

Turns out there's only 2 weeks left before All Hallow's Jangobi... Did inspiration already strike for you? Did you get possessed by the muse and manage to write down an entire epic? (well, probably not, but who knows... 😉) As a reminder, there aren't any limitations on the event; you're free to create as much or as little as you want, for one day of the week or for all of them! We hope that the prompts will spark some ideas for all of you. Good luck and see you in 2 weeks! ✨

[subobi]

SubObi Week #6 - Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection Previous Weeks’ Masterlists

If your submission isn’t included here, please let me know!

**Please note that warnings and ratings are not included on this list. Please take time to read the tags on the work itself.**

Submissions:

Collections or Prompt Combinations:

a reminder by wrennette - Alphobi, Codywan

SubObi a hračky by SallyPejr - QuinObi, Obitine

SubObi Week 2022 by Bittodeath - QuiObi, Obikin, Codywan, Jastobi, ObiVizsla

SubObi Week 2022 by MerlynBane - Jangobi, Obirex, Obimaul, Codywan, Jangobi, BailObiBreha

Day 1 - Hole spanking/Pussy spanking/Maintenance Spankings

Fluid Bonded by FlitShadowflame - Jangobi

Maintenance by SinQueen69 - QuiObi

Day 2 - Gags/Sex toys under clothing/Vibrators

Aboard the Negotiator by SinQueen69 - Codywan

Buir and His Baby by FlitShadowflame - Jangobi

(lovely) underneath it all by Siderea - AlphaObi

That’s All You Have to Do by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

Their Perfectly Eager Companion by TheShinyLizard - BailobiBreha

Day 3 - Public consummation/First night witnessed

An Auspicious Match by sanerontheinside - QuiObi

by right of the thigh by wrennette - Ventrobi

wrap myself inside your arms (i cannot rest) by Siderea - Obimaul

Day 4 - Pregnant and single/abandoned by old lover/Surrogate pregnancy/Oviposition

an incubator by wrennette - DexObi

Carry On by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

(in these gifts) the shape of adoration by Siderea - Jastobi

should have known by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - ObiTentacles

Day 5 - Wedding/Mating Run

move my feet towards your body (i can hear this beat) by Siderea - Jangobi

Unexpected Value by  wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Jangobi

SubObi a Bail by SallyPejr - BailObi

Day 6 - Lactation/Milking/Hucow | Come stuffing

Aching and Full by TheShinyLizard - QuiObi

heat by wrennette - Codywan, ObiClones

Just Because It Wouldn't Pass Your Ethics Board Doesn't Mean It Won't Pass Ours by Millberry_5 - Codywan, ObiClones

Since I First Saw by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

taken it all (and we're far from finished) by Siderea - Codywan, ObiClones

Day 7 - Fuck or die | Possessiveness

The Captive by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

in your arms tonight (must have been something you said) by Siderea - Codywan

Our Beauitul Jewel by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan, ObiClones

Shan'hal'lak, cyar'ika by Charm_Caster1127 - Codywan

SubObi a Quinlan by SallyPejr - QuinObi

subsumption by wrennette - ObiDooku

Day 8 - Bonus Free Day

A Convenient Opportunity by dovebox - Jangobi

who’s been loving you good? by Siderea - Jangobi

[koyacyi-vode]

@navndyne ohhh yea! a day or so ago i caught up with all 500k of For the Right Price and its ongoing sequel, but my brain got too invested in it and so now reading anything else feels wrong™️

having tabbed back and forth for about an hour between fics and tag pages and tumblr and remaining unsatisfied™️ i realized my adhd is just telling me to go reread that fic again

[inkformyblood]

Voyage Closed And Done

Jangobi Week 2021 Prompt #2 Time Travel

Jango died when the purple blade sliced through his neck, the desperate scream of his son echoing in his ears. 

Waking up on Kamino—on the painfully familiar synthetic fabric that was nearly as hard as the tiles that lined the building—with his dying scream caught in his throat, was a surprise.

“Buir?” Boba’s voice was sleep-roughed and tight, wary of some unknown threat as he slipped into the room.

“I’m fine, Boba,” Jango rasped reflexively, his trembling hands pressed to his throat as if that would be enough to wipe away the pain of its severing. Had he been dreaming? 

He could still taste the acrid tang of blood and bile in the back of his throat, smell the burning plasma of the Jetii and their kad’au, feel the heat burning him inside his armor as he attacked. 

Boba was a dark shape at the edge of the room, hesitation clear in his quiet footsteps as he drew closer to the bed. Jango reached for him, settling the boy between Jango and the wall, Boba’s feet skimming across the blankets as he was lifted over. 

“Is it because of the Jetii? Is he making you sick?”

“No, ad’ika. It’s not him.” Jango drew Boba closer, humming a half forgotten tune his father used to sing in the quiet moments of the day.

Obi-Wan was complicated. Far more complicated than he wanted to admit to his young son, or even to his older echoes. His feelings towards the clones were messy, a desperate attachment that he couldn’t nurture, tangled with his love for his son that he thought he would never get to have. But Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan was something else. 

Two sets of memories crowded in Jango’s mind—a diverging path that unfurled in front of his feet—but he could remember Obi-Wan. They had shared countless kisses—the heat of his mouth against Jango’s, the gentle pressure of his forehead against the other man’s in a Keldabe kiss—and one blissful night when Obi-Wan had curled into his arms, exhausted but content, and they had slept, nothing more. 

“C’mon.” Jango lay back, feeling his heart settle at the familiar ache in his back, the soreness of his arms and legs making itself known as his panic receded. He couldn’t get attached to his echoes, but he had trained them as best he could, forced himself to be cruel so they had the best chance of survival. Boba moved with him, promptly drawing most of the blanket over himself, curling up in the warmed fabric. 

Jango stared up at the dappled shadows reflected on the ceiling from the ocean far below them. He deliberately allowed his breathing to slow and deepen, feeling Boba respond in minute fragments, the tension leaving his son’s shoulders as sleep overtook him once more. Jango envied him in a way. A dreamless sleep had been lost to him for years, except for that one night.

He bit back a slew of curses, letting them rattle round his mind like dried seed pods. It was as if he was trapped in a gravity well of his own creation, his thoughts inevitably turning towards Kenobi whenever he loosened his iron-clad control. He could still recall the pattern of freckles on the Jedi’s shoulder, had traced the constellation they formed with a blaster calloused fingertip and decorated it with a bruise—his attempt at claiming the unobtainable, a mark that would fade except for the memory of it. 

He had to focus.

Jango hadn’t been— wasn’t a stupid man. It was a particular benefit in his line of work as his beskar’gam provided him two forms of protection. He knew people saw his armour and his guns, and thought they knew everything about him. It loosened their tongues, made them complacent. Even Dooku—in another life—has slipped up with a murmur of ‘inhibitor chips’ caught on the tail end of a comm call to his mysterious master. 

There was something wrong with his echoes. There could be something wrong with Boba. 

Boba mumbled something in his sleep, curling closer into Jango’s side. Jango glanced down, the shadows creating crevices and mountains, and ran a gentle hand over Boba’s curls, carefully tugging at the stray twists of hair. 

The floor was icy beneath his feet when Jango finally managed to extract himself from the bed. It was a small set of rooms the Kaminoans had put them in, the furniture bolted to the walls and floor and almost clinical in the curved angles and plain colours. They loomed like twisted shipwrecks in the gloom, gleaming opalescent where the wave-distorted light danced across their surface. 

Jango traced a hand across his armor, gritty flecks of dark green paint sticking to his skin as he moved to open the door. The manual lock stuck for a moment, and Jango froze, goosebumps prickling over his skin as he glanced back at the sleeping form of his son. The boy didn’t wake, curling further into the tangled mess of blankets.

The corridor was much the same, but Jango barely gave it a moments more thought. The memories—because what else could they be?—were crowding into his mind, demanding to be known even though they were impossible. He couldn’t say how he made his way to Obi-Wan’s door, only knowing that his feet were numb and his head ached with every blink sending fresh pain lancing through his skull. Jango stared at the featureless metal, trying desperately to come up with a plan through the looming lightning shocks of pain. He was used to this, had trained for this, and yet Obi-Wan had always had a way of ruining any plan he had like it was a compulsion. 

The door slid open just as Jango started to back away, and Obi-Wan took hold of his lowering hand with his own. The Jetti’s skin artificially warmed by the tea Jango knew he was drinking, the scent clinging to his clothes and lingering in the air—a spiced smokiness that Jango recognised like a half forgotten memory.

“What happened?” Obi-Wan’s frown deepened as he leant forwards, staring into Jango’s eyes as if he was trying to read the answers of the universe in them. “The Force is coiled so tightly around you.”

“I died,” Jango whispered, his voice hoarse, stepping closer to Obi-Wan, cupping his face. Obi-Wan leant into the touch, his free hand reaching out helplessly to Jango’s hip. “And now I’m here. Again.”

“Darling,” Obi-Wan breathed, leaning forwards even as he stepped backwards, drawing Jango with him to press their foreheads together. The pain in Jango’s head lessened slightly at the gesture and he found himself relaxing slightly. If the Force was involved, then Obi-Wan would know, swaddled in the ridiculous and dangerous relic like a favourite grandchild. 

“Will your son be joining us?”

Jango froze, leaning backwards—mourning Obi-Wan’s closeness the moment he did so—and caught Boba’s eye as the boy stood at the end of the corridor, having snuck after him when he slipped from the room.

Boba’s face was set in the same look of undeserved confidence Jango had seen on a hundred iterations of his own face, before it wilted in the face of his flat stare. 

“No. My ad’ika is going back to bed, or he’ll be running more laps than the troopers tomorrow.”

“But buir—“

Obi-Wan’s laugh was a beautiful thing, warm as sunlight, and he looked surprised by its existence. “I have one just like that. He will sneak back the moment the door closes.”

Boba didn’t even attempt to deny it, his grin widening. 

“He can take my bed, while we talk.” Obi-Wan stepped backwards, gesturing for Jango—and by extension, Boba—to enter. Jango did so, unable to stop himself from reaching out to take Obi-Wan’s hand once more, squeezing it softly.

[buddingramblings]

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett, Mace Windu Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Eventual Happy Ending, Jangobi Week, Jangobi Week 2021, Time Travel Summary:

Obi-Wan wakes up. While that, in and of itself, is not surprising, everything else is. For one, he’s in a bed, which he definitely wasn’t when he went to sleep. More alarmingly, he doesn’t seem to be able to move his body at all.

Most

alarmingly, he is not alone in his head.

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And Day 2!

[ao3feed-jangobi]

by skywalkerluke

Jangobi Week 2021

Day 2: Time-Travel

Obi-wan wakes up at Korda VI before Montross betrayals the Haat Mando'ade. He takes it into his hands to not let it happen.

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SkywalkerLuke writes Jangobi Week 2021

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Jango Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jaster Mereel, Arla Fett, (Arla is only metioned), Myles the Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett & Jaster Mereel

Additional Tags: Jangobi Week (Star Wars), Jangobi Week 2021, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Korda VI, Alternate Universe - Galidraan never happened, Mandalorian Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug, Young Obi-Wan Kenobi, young like jedi knight obi wan kenobi

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