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Star Wars AU Masterlist: Time-Travel

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Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Currently this list is separated into:

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs masterlist

Jangosoka

Ahsoka-focused

Disaster Trio (one or more, exclusing Ahsoka solos or Vader solos)

Original Trilogy cast

Other

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs or Big League posts:

* Fake Spontaneous Training Bond

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

* Sandstorm Verse

* Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies

* Rex and Anakin Raise a Family

Commander Buir: an excuse to let Cody be dad-shaped

* Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse

Fake Sith TCW Trio (7.5k words)

Ghost Vader Shows Up To Help

Time-Travel Bosoka AU

The King the Soldier and the Spy

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

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Jangosoka

Fett and Fulcrum

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka

* Sugar, Spice, and a Heart to Entice (4.7k words)

Rex Cockblocks Jangosoka (it’s more depressing than it sounds)

Accidental Mand’alor Ahsoka

Jangosoka scarring Obi-Wan for life

Go away, Skyguy!

Something that’s... approaching analysis

The nature of time-travelers and Jango

Jango gets catapulted to “The Book of Boba Fett” and refuses to believe that Boba is Boba, so Ahsoka gets involved

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Ahsoka

Ezra and Fulcrum’s Wacky Adventure

Rex and Ahsoka are two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Breaking into Kamino

The Girl Who Died at Mortis

Ahsoka/Depa ft. jealous Bo-Katan and jealous Jango

Naming Conventions for time-traveler Ahsoka

Ahsoka’s Terracotta Army, which is honestly mostly @epicmusic42 and @graylinesspam - A wee addendum - New Mando Archaeologist

“On her way to fuck your dad” Ahsoka/Jaster, Jango staring in horror from the background

Ahsoka claims her mom is Daughter from Mortis

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Disaster Trio (non Ahsoka-solos)

A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba, tagged as “Boba and the Torrents”

Obi-Wan adopts Jango by accident - Obi-Wan even lectures Jaster

The Future Assistant Dooku Didn’t Ask For

Are you done talking yet? (now with ficlet by @nevertheless-moving​)

Obi-Wan and Anakin as twins

The Nature of Time-Travel Romance (absolutely sucks for you)

My Obi! AU - Addendum

Obitine + Baby Anakin

Inconvenient Crushes - Arguments with Adult Obi

Jaster/Obi

Faustian AU: Anakin and Ahsoka go from TCW Mortis Ep. to TPM-era Kamino, and somehow become the AI that controls Tipoca city

Fulcrum and Old Ben

TCW Anakin ends up Dooku’s care between Qui-Gon and Komari since the Council can’t just give him Knighthood when there’s not a war

Physically time-traveled Anakin ‘kidnaps’ mentally time-traveled toddler Obi-Wan

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Other Prequels/TCW Travelers

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

Time Travel to Release the Zillo Beast

Bo-Katan is here to ruin fix change everything

Conservation of souls retroactive clone eggs, Thumbelina/Momotaro/Kaguya style

Padme dies and wakes up fourteen again, goes for Sidious’s throat

12yo Shmi Skywalker, with memories of the next 35 years, hijacks a ship and finds Obi-Wan’s parents (one of whom is pregnant)

Cryo Kix wakes up, spends two weeks in the ST, and then falls backwards into TCW

Time-traveler Dooku (trying not to be evil, this time), mostly by @epicmusic42)

Dooku, who is older than Palpatine, travels back far enough that he can grab Young Palpatine for the Temple before Plagueis gets him

Dooku gets punted back to Galidraan. So does Jango.

Totally the Real Jango: some clones lie to bb!Jango’s face and claim to be him, from the future

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Vader

Fox and Vader’s Excellent Incredibly Stupid and Homicidal Adventure

Future Emotions AU

Anon suggests Vader shows up in that short period between Amidala’s election as Queen and Palpatine’s election as Chancellor

Why we love Vader time travel fics

Vader and baby Anakin body swap through time

Vader time travels to be baby Anakin again, goes full vegetarian

Another Vader time travel (along with links to a misskirby au that is no longer available on her now-defunct blog)

DarthFett, possibly body swap

The one where Darth Vader travels back in time as a Kitten

Vader Swears Loyalty to a Clone Toddler - With fic on AO3 written by @delightedlymisinformed​

Vader lands on Rattatak

Baby Vader (Raised a Sith, mental time-travel) finds padawan Obi-Wan for Help (also Maul is there) - Maul is also an uncle for the Twins

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Original Trilogy Cast

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

Han & Boba bumped to pre-TCW - Addendum - There’s more now - A bunch by @uh-oh-its-bird

Luke Collects Last Names

Luke brings a porg

Ghost Aunt Leia

Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno - Addendum

Leia/Jango (Concord Dawn & Alderaan destruction comparison)

Time-traveled Boba, also this

Han shows up in pre-TPM, accidentally starts Being Dad at his pint-sized father-in-law

Fulcrum is how the twins know their pragmatism was justified even by pre-war standards

Somewhat Estranged ST-era HanLeia and pre-AotC Padme end up on Melida/Daan

De-aged Mandalorian cast (Din, Boba, Fennec, Luke) tossed into the months leading up to AotC

Leia when meeting AotC Anakin

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Other

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox - Palpatine Tries to Arrange a Marriage - Addendum

Maul: Motherfucker Unlimited

Artoo and Threepio cause problems

Rey ends up in the PT, then Qui-Gon’s new apprentice

Baze/Chirrut messing around with Jinn&Kenobi

Tarre Viszla is reincarnated as Bo-Katan's baby

Cal Kestis drops back to TCW, accidentally derails things because he didn’t know he was Obi-Wan’s bio kid

An ask I got about Obisoka and Anisoka

[agentscamander-romanoff]

Star Wars Headcanons:

Tw:suicide thoughts

-Din is 10 days older than Paz , but nobody believes him

-Hera's got Jacen's drawings at her work place

-Basic is not the first language for Din. Mandalorians needed plenty of time to teach him how to speak on Basic without accent

-Bo-Katan makes the best tea

-Din can't read when there is any noise. Ahsoka, on the other hand, can read anywhere in any situation, even in the battlefield(She was Anakin Skywalker's padawan. Like, of course, she can)

-Jacen likes to play with Kanan's mask. Hera just sming and trying not to cry

-Poe Dameron is a big fan of Hera ,but still consider his mom a better pilot

-Din actually had some suicide thoughts after his buir's death,but he thought that if he did it,his parents death would be worthless

-Ezra in the Unknown Regions continued repeating his friends' names,because he was afraid he would forget it one day

-Din had his "revenge era",when he tried to find murderer of his buir,angry on the whole galaxy,he met Xi'an and the crew then

-There was third Kryze sibling-a sister. She was a middle child,but Bo remember her very badly,since she left,when Bo was really young

-Both Din and Paz don't remember what was the incident that made them hate each other

-Bo didn't like reading as a kid,but after Satine's death she changed her mind

-Ezra uses phrase "this is will of the Force" as excuse for every problem he make. Nobody does believe him

-Kallus also works for New Republic

[keldabe-kiss]

Thinking about Anakin in my Ben Manaia AU.

He's raised with love by his mom, by Ben, by N'ala and Hive and Mansoor and all the other Manda'ade that he meets on his new homeworld of Vorpa'ya. He grows up learning to accept his anger and his fear and to use it to power his better emotions, not to smother them. Turning his anger into justice and his fear into protectiveness.

Ben is buir and ba'vodu and Ori'vod all in one. His mom is there when he says the Resol'are. She is there when he takes his verd'goten. She is there in his life, every step of the way.

His armor is black, orange and gold. When he was four, Ben led the Mandalorians who freed the slaves of Tatooine. When he was 13, he started helping free the slaves of other outer rim planets. He is Anakin of Clan Manaia, of House Mereel, one of the last Haat Mando'ade.

(He met Jango Fett once, at age 5. The Battle of Galidraan did not go the way it did in another world, but it was still a tragedy. Jango Fett lost so much, but he did not lose it all. That came later)

He meets Senator Padmé Amidala when he is 20 years old, during the height of the Clone Wars. It is not love at first sight- Padmé is there for peace talks with separatist planets, Anakin is there to find the secret slave trader hiding in the planet's government.

Anakin is rude, and presumptuous. He is not the sweet boy Padmé would meet in another life. Padmé is unchanged-she is proud and brave, and kind, most of all. Anakin is kind as well, and it takes only a day into their unfortunate four day of working together to figure this out. When Anakin kills the slaver, when he saves a Twilek child, Padmé takes his hand in hers. In it is a comm number.

The Cabur B’kih are not Separatist, or Republic, nor do they sympathize with either. They're here to help those who cannot help themselves, to train those who need training.

Anakin ruins a Jedi Operation with Ben and N'ala at age 21, and once again saves a slave planet. In doing so, he meets Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Ahsoka Tano for the first time.

(Ahsoka is not Jinn's apprentice. She is the apprentice to Aayla Secura, but as Ahsoka was undercover as a slave, her Twilek Jedi master could not be her slave master)

Ben kills the Queen, N'ala destroys all the bombs and chains the other slavers, and Ani talks with the slaves. Here he meets Ahsoka, who tells him proudly that she's a Jedi, and that she had it handled, no need for him to be here. Anakin tells her to stop snipping and help him unshackle the others.

(It is only Ben, who still recognizes Jinn after two decades, that stops N’ala from killing the Jedi. Jinn does not- cannot- recognize Ben though his beskar’gam. Ben keeps it that way. The group of three part from the group of two, Ani and Ahsoka gleefully bickering till the end)

Besides the small bubble of Anakin's life, the galaxy as a whole does not change. Some planets lose to the Separatists, some to the Republic, some are freed by three Mandalorians, touched by Dral Manda. Anakin meets with Padmé again and again. After the fifth time he does it on purpose.

Their first kiss is on Naboo, in the gardens at night, hidden away. They do not marry in secret, as they do not marry, not yet. Anakin has no reason to hide, nothing to grasp into tightly in fear that it would slip through his fingers. Senator Amidala is courting a Mandalorian Freedom Fighter, the holonet says. ‘At least they’re not saying terrorist’, Ben will say.

The clones- who are they cloned from? Jango Fett, still lost but with something to still gain in this world? Pre Vizsla, doing anything to create a more powerful Death Watch? Someone else, someone unknown?- still have chips in their heads. The galaxy still falls.

Darth Sidious had no Anakin Skywalker in this world, but he did not need him. Any powerful pawn would do. A Sith kills the Jedi in the temple, even the Younglings.

(Is it luck, or the Will of the Force, the Will of the Dral Manda, that made it so Ahsoka Tano was not with her Master, was not in the Temple, was no where near her troopers when the Order was Given? Ahsoka was with Padmé, asking her if Anakin could bring her those Batuu pastries next time he stops by to visit Padmé).

Padmé takes Ahsoka, and together they run. And they run to Anakin. The Galaxy falls, and they- Anakin, Ben, N'ala, Shmi, Hive, Mansoor, Padmé and Ahsoka- all wait to see how it lands before they do anything. They watch- they plan.

In this world, it is Anakin who starts the rebellion.

In this world, Luke and Leia Manaia-Naberrie are born a year and a half after the rise of the Empire, instead of the day of.

In this world, much has changed.

Anakin has two blasters, a jet pack, a whipcord, a purified lightsaber (that's a story for later) and his family with him.

In this world, some things stay the same.

Anakin kills the Emperor, with his son by his side.

(His daughter, Leia , and his family in every way, Ben, was there as well, but what they were doing is also another story for later)

[little-wolffepup]

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Bad Batch

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@lil-mega -> Omega

@help-from-above-ct-9904 -> Crosshair

@wrecker-and-lula -> Wrecker

@seldom-wrong -> Tech

@cidsparlor -> Ciddarin Scaleback

@your-assigned-medical-droid -> AZI

Clone Wars

@thewolfpackrules -> Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, Comet, Corvis, Seal

@104th-plo-koon -> Plo Koon

@commandersnippy -> Ahsoka Tano

@masterobi1kenobi -> Obi-Wan Kenobi

@jedimasterskyguy -> Anakin Skywalker

@guess-whos-back-fives -> Fives

@captain-tyrannosaurus -> Rex

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@fandoms-o-plenty -> Sasha Oxlade

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@striker-reckoning -> Striker

@there-is-another-skywalker -> Theodosia Skywalker

@toebeansandotherbaes -> Shiv

@commander-buir-cc-3773 -> Lor Beroya

@sol-ika-beroya -> Solon Beroya

@clone-force-87 -> Clone Force 87

@odd-caym-out -> Caym

@ct3113official -> Slip

@ct3107 -> Doodle

Enemies

@vice-admiral-rampart -> Rampart

@general-krell -> Pong Krell

@emperor-sheev-palpatine -> Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious

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I write in first and third person (Prefer third person for story based rps and first person for just talking and interacting to eachother. So if we start writing and I realize it starts to turn into a real rp I’ll change into third person because some things are way easier that way)

Stay respectful 

I will ignore topics and messages that makes me uncomfortable or I don't want to answer

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Multi Muse blogs are welcomed

Oc’s, Canon and AU characters are welcomed

Anons are welcomed

Asks are always open just like anon asks as long as everyone follows the rules

Canon? What’s Canon? Can you eat that? I don’t care that much about canon and will mostly do my own thing. I don’t want to be limited by canon in my rps. We already saw all of it and know what happens.

This blog will be run as my Oc Oona, so her opinions are her opinions not mine. Just because she hates someone or whatever doesn’t mean I do the same. Everything that is posted here is posted by Oona except posts with the tag:

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@help-from-above-ct-9904 -> Crosshair

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@cidsparlor -> Ciddarin Scaleback

@your-assigned-medical-droid -> AZI

Clone Wars

@thewolfpackrules -> Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, Comet, Corvis, Seal

@104th-plo-koon -> Plo Koon

@commandersnippy -> Ahsoka Tano

@masterobi1kenobi -> Obi-Wan Kenobi

@jedimasterskyguy -> Anakin Skywalker

@guess-whos-back-fives -> Fives

@captain-tyrannosaurus -> Rex

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@fandoms-o-plenty -> Sasha Oxlade

@stop-calling-me-bluey -> Yennes

@jedi-mom -> Valeria “Val” Beroya

@striker-reckoning -> Striker

@there-is-another-skywalker -> Theodosia Skywalker

@toebeansandotherbaes -> Shiv

@commander-buir-cc-3773 -> Lor Beroya

@sol-ika-beroya -> Solon Beroya

@clone-force-87 -> Clone Force 87

@odd-caym-out -> Caym

@ct3113official -> Slip

@ct3107 -> Doodle

Enemies

@vice-admiral-rampart -> Rampart

@general-krell -> Pong Krell

@emperor-sheev-palpatine -> Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious

[theechoinhere]

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I write in first and third person (Prefer third person for story based rps and first person for just talking and interacting to eachother. So if we start writing and I realize it starts to turn into a real rp I’ll change into third person because some things are way easier that way)

Stay respectful 

I will ignore topics and messages that makes me uncomfortable or I don't want to answer

No godmodding

No shipping without consent.

Multi Muse blogs are welcomed

Oc’s, Canon and AU characters are welcomed

Anons are welcomed

Asks are always open just like anon asks as long as everyone follows the rules

Canon? What’s Canon? Can you eat that? I don’t care that much about canon and will mostly do my own thing. I don’t want to be limited by canon in my rps. We already saw all of it and know what happens.

This blog will be run as Echo, so his opinions are his opinions not mine. Just because he hates someone or whatever doesn’t mean I do the same. Everything that is posted here is posted by Echo except posts with the tag:

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Bad Batch

@sergeantbandana -> Hunter

@lil-mega -> Omega

@help-from-above-ct-9904 -> Crosshair

@wrecker-and-lula -> Wrecker

@seldom-wrong -> Tech

@cidsparlor -> Ciddarin Scaleback

@your-assigned-medical-droid -> AZI

Clone Wars

@thewolfpackrules -> Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, Comet, Corvis, Seal

@104th-plo-koon -> Plo Koon

@commandersnippy -> Ahsoka Tano

@masterobi1kenobi -> Obi-Wan Kenobi

@jedimasterskyguy -> Anakin Skywalker

@guess-whos-back-fives -> Fives

@captain-tyrannosaurus -> Rex

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@fandoms-o-plenty -> Sasha Oxlade

@stop-calling-me-bluey -> Yennes

@jedi-mom -> Valeria “Val” Beroya

@striker-reckoning -> Striker

@there-is-another-skywalker -> Theodosia Skywalker

@toebeansandotherbaes -> Shiv

@commander-buir-cc-3773 -> Lor Beroya

@sol-ika-beroya -> Solon Beroya

@clone-force-87 -> Clone Force 87

@odd-caym-out -> Caym

@ct3113official -> Slip

@ct3107 -> Doodle

Enemies

@vice-admiral-rampart -> Rampart

@general-krell -> Pong Krell

@emperor-sheev-palpatine -> Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious

[cc-0420]

sometimes i feel like obi-wan was meant to fall

the emotional kid in the crèche and had a tough time controlling his anger

rejected by qui-gon

sent to bandomeer and ended up being a slave in the mines

finally becomes a padawan

then, the mission to melinda/daan

he leaves the jedi order (the place he tried so hard to belong) to help the young in the war

the amount of distrust that grows between him and qui-gon

when anakin comes along, obi-wan is basically disowned publicly by qui-gon so he could take on anakin as a padawan

(not that he blames anakin, because he is a kid who has no clue what’s going on)

yet when maul comes to fight, obi-wan is still willing to die for qui-gon because he is so loyal (and attached)

the fight with maul is the first time he touches that anger to use the dark side. there is no way a padawan can just beat a sith apprentice without the dark side

when the fight ends and he “kills” maul, i think he suppresses it enough because he wants to complete qui-gon’s final wish to train anakin

(wtf, why would you put that burden on him it’s basically a soon to graduate high school kid now having to raise an elementary student)

so obi-wan suppresses any darkness to become the perfect jedi to train anakin

when the war starts, things begin to change

when arriving at kamino, obi-wan feels the millions of lights, with different personalities

obi-wan is introduced to his commander, cc-2224, who, when asked a name, is hesitant due to pure fear of what happened to past troopers

he slowly learns of the horrors of kamino, the reconditioning and decommissioning of former troopers. the clones are afraid of the jedi due to stories heard from the kaminoans, i mean, they’re just products to be sold

obi-wan goes out of the way to make an effort to learn all of the 212st’s names. yet as the war goes on, he feels the lights blink out on the battlefield

then his ex-padawan gets his own padawan. now, ahsoka is bright, but her training is very different from past generations. instead of learning about cultures and preserving life, they are taught to fight separatists and serve the republic (and that is the exact reason he got kicked out in melinda/daan)

than umbara happens. right under obi-wan’s nose. he was on the planet, sending his troops into massacre

pong krell was a jedi, yet treated the clones like droids, not the life forms they were. while filing the report, obi-wan let himself truly grieve for the first time in the war

when before, obi-wan was rolling down a hill to the dark side, he begins to fall on kadavo

each action obi-wan did wrong became punishment for the tortugas. as they worked pointlessly for “training” the tortugas lost all hope on the jedi. they were the ones to blame for the punishment

the mission was to get the citizens of kiros back. any other action could be seen as an act of war for the republic

this is what the order has become is all obi wan can think, the republics slaves. jedi are supposed to protect the people, not whatever the republic demanded

his spirit begins breaking down. no physical torture can match the guilt of not being able to save others.

unlike bandomeer, he is not the one getting punished for his actions

when he and rex get free, obi-wan wants to kill agruss and his eyes flicker yellow for a moment. but, like canon, rex does it for him

afterwards, rex and obi-wan talk about the horrors of the facility and the lack of faith for the republic and what they are fighting for

rex points out that the clones are a slave to the republic anyway and that they have no other options with their lives (he would never say it straight out to a commanding officer, but this is a headcanon)

“what would you do if we weren’t fighting this war?” “i wouldn’t exist, but i sometimes think many of the vod would prefer that”

that’s when obi-wan snaps. the clones deserve rights more than anyone, yet they will never get it from the republic

the 212th join him with no questions asked cody would follow obi wan till the end of time

obi-wan offers the idea to anakin. he says he is betraying the republic and the chancellor. obi wan says anakin is betraying his troops, yet makes sure he knows that he and ahsoka would always have a place with him

“why?” “the jedi have lost their path. in zygarria, it was get in and out with the tortugas, yet so many remain in slavery.”

“what about my mom?” “what about your mom?” obi-wan was never told anakin was a slave

“i need to stay here. padmé, the chancellor, ahsoka. they need me.” “ok anakin. i am always here for you if you want to reach out about anything” ahsoka stays for anakin

rex wouldn’t leave anakin and ahsoka, but allows for the vod to make their own decision and half of the 501st leaves

so obi-wan, with a battalion and a half leaves the gar and the jedi unannounced. he travels the galaxy picking up clones (who want to join) as well as anyone in need

it is uncalled for and brings the senate and the order to chaos. how can the perfect jedi leave?

as a sith, he isn’t fighting for power or revenge. he is fighting for freedom and justice for the people in the galaxy

the only reason he would fall would be to help others

(he tried so hard to be the perfect jedi, which makes it impossible in his eyes to leave, but is also a great excuse for falling)

he wears armor b/c he wants cody to be happy (the only reason he wasn’t before was b/c it was unjedi-like and straying too far from his beliefs)

he keeps the blue saber, yet also uses blaster now because he became uncivilized

he does read about the powers of the sith and explores what he can do

obi-wan was always good at force suggesting people

while the senate and the public panics (how could they not, the great negotiator has deflected with the best battalion in the galaxy), the order uses the time to reflect. no one joins obi-wan, but there is an unspoken agreement to support his cause

he never explicitly fights against the republic, but doesn’t mind fighting separatists when ever he gets a chance

if a jedi was asked, they didn’t get mysterious help when they were previously losing. yeah, a bunch of clones disappeared, but we won. the senate doesn’t know the difference

falling is a disgrace, but that doesn’t mean plo koon and shaak ti doesn’t send some troopers kenobi’s way as the vod’s honorary buirs

palpatine’s plans begin falling apart

it allows windu and yoda to sooner recognize the flaws in the order and in the senate

barriss leaves the temple sooner, but goes to obi-wan instead of bombing the temple

anakin is now able to trust obi-wan with his and padmé’s relationship, in which he can voice his approval and anakin doesn’t have to feel guilty

when palpatine promises anakin a way to save padmé, he asks obi-wan if that’s true

obi-wan kills palpatine for being a pedo (or he lets fox a clone do it if they want ceaser style)

everyone lives happily with palpatine dead

anakin leaves the order to become a trophy husband (and learn more from obi-wan)

as does ahsoka

the clones get a vacation

i got this idea from @curioscurio ‘s sith!obi-wan fan art

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Promptober Day 2

Haunted house

Jango Fett x reader, Boba Fett & mom!reader

Word Count: 363

Note: This is based on my fic “Aliit ori'shya tal'din” and you really need to read it in order to understand what’s going on here

The place certainly was a shithole these days, that was for sure. Growing up, before Jango’s murder, Boba had seen many happy home vids and holos of this place, the beach house his parents would vacation to whenever they needed a break. Back then, it was homey and, for lack of a better description, safe looking. Now . . . well . . .

No one had been inside for years. Before now, Boba could never bring himself to visit the place that so drastically changed the course of his father’s life. Local hearsay was that the little cottage was haunted, so it never changed hands. That, and the fact that it’d been left to Boba after his father’s death. 

Curtains were animal-gnawed, the bathroom door hung brokenly off the hinges, and the furniture was all damaged by exposure. He thought he could see a darker spot on the floor. He didn’t want to think about what that stain could have been.

Oh, and there was a massive karking hole in the front wall where a speeder had apparently busted through the wall on that last, fateful day. 

Just standing in this place, Boba could understand why it was believed that this house was haunted. What did you want me to do with this place, Buir? Boba wondered. Shaking his head of the thought, he sighed through his nose.

He would sift through the scattered belongings to see if there was anything worth keeping, he decided. Then he’d gut the place and make it his own. 

Would you have liked that? The question drifted through his mind. There was no way for him to know the answer, of course; all he and his brothers knew about you were the stories Jango told. But once he started the renovation, he liked to think the answer would have been yes. He kept the holos on the walls along with the art his parents had chosen so long before to keep the good memories of this place alive, to keep the ghosts of laughs the pair of you might have shared alive despite all the change and trauma.

The house may have been haunted, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

[morganas-pendragons]

Light | Wrecker

This is #1 of at least half a dozen or more fics I am gifting my Twitter kids for Christmas! I wanted to give back this year, and so I decided to write some things for characters I haven’t really tried anything for yet. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy! 

I played around with the clones ages for this considering we don’t know how old The Bad Batch is - like with Rex physically looking like he’s in his twenties but not actually being so. 

This reader is a mom to the clones and uses she/her pronouns - exactly like the type in my headcanons - and she happens to have a favorite... 

***

This was supposed to be a no strings attached type of job. The Kaminoans had recruited you, a simple human, to be a caretaker - of sorts - for the hundreds of babies that occupied their nurseries within the cloning facilities. 

  “There’s no point in forming attachments, Miss. Soon enough they’ll be handed a gun and told to go play war.” 

Yeah. Well. You intend to give these children as much love as you are physically able, and that all starts with the first gaze you set upon one of the clones in the back of the nursery with the mutation. 

He’s among 3 others who are specifically mutated for purposes you are not privy to know as a civilian. That doesn't matter. You pass through lines of cradles and approach the four in the back, peering over the side to gaze into the wide and vulnerable eyes of the largest baby. 

  “Hello, sweet boy.” You murmur, grinning as he coos happily at your voice and lifts his arms upward for you to sweep him upward and into your warm embrace. “You’re stunning. I bet you’re going to be such a big, strong boy!” 

The baby’s response - despite only being old enough to hold himself upright in your lap - is only to clap joyfully and pound his tiny hands against your legs. 

Big, strong boy. You’re gonna change the world. I just know it. 

Wrecker, Age Four 

His brothers named him Wrecker. It’s fitting, given how much larger he became then the other clones, but you’re too attached to the boy to leave Tipoca City at the time that the Kaminoans have asked you to.

  “Buir!” You’ve been moved to the rooms in which they house the clones who are toddlers, and the first thing you see upon waking from your nap is a child sprinting as fast as he’s able to launch himself into your lap. “You’re awake!” 

You beam and press a kiss to his forehead. “Hi ad,” You whisper, peering over his shoulder as he wraps his arms around your neck and buries his face in your shoulder. “Something you need to tell me? I gotta go take care of your brothers.” 

  “They gave me a name today!” He says, and your eyes widen as you gaze at his three brothers who stand before you. 

  “Only because he nearly broke Viper’s nose!” 

You raise an eyebrow and gently pry Wrecker away from your chest. He’s definitely larger then the other clones despite how young he is, but he’d never use his size and strength for violence. Never. Your son is soft, innocent. He’s good. 

  “Wrecker, what’s-” Your gaze snaps back to the clone with the darker hair who then replies to your query with Hunter. It’s a fitting name. “Hunter, talking about?” 

That’s the same day you learn that the clones who will eventually make up the spec-ops team known as The Bad Batch are fiercely protective of each other. They must have learned it from the person who protected them. 

Little to the knowledge of most people, you took these four clones - the special ones, the ones who got the stares, the ones who got picked on and bullied by their brothers - under your wing. You saved them. 

And in turn they save each other. 

You are so proud to be Wrecker’s mother in that moment as he hastily recants a story of how he almost broke Viper’s nose simply because he was bullying Crosshair. 

  “Ad,” You ruffle his hair and beam with pride as you wind your arms around his body. “I am so proud of you.” 

When Wrecker climbs into bed that night, the words he never hears from his trainers and superiors rings in his mind as he burrows under the thin blanket the Kaminoans have given him and his vode. 

  “I am so proud of you.” 

As he falls into sleep, he dreams of his mother. A home, a family, and a mother standing in the kitchen unit - who gives him real food, real food he likes and he’s allowed to eat that tastes salty and sweet and sour and he’s so excited to have it - who treats her son as if he’s the whole world. The whole galaxy. 

Wrecker, Age 10 

The day he returns from a training mission with the rest of Clone Force 99 is the same day you have your first real battle with panic. According to what Crosshair and Tech tell you upon return, Wrecker was injured in a way that leaves him partially blind and with significant scarring. 

You’re terrified. He and the rest of the Batch have already had a difficult time integrating themselves in with their brothers to the point where they’ve taken to calling the non-mutated clones regs and now only associate with each other. You don’t particularly care much about that anymore. As long as they’re looking out for each other. 

When Wrecker is released from the medbay, you search the cloning facility for your son until you find him in the quietest room - the nursery - with his back against the wall and his chin resting on his knees. His face is scarred. His eye is cybernetic. 

Maker, you love him. 

  “Wrecker,” Hunter had warned you about approaching him - claiming he’d become hard of hearing with the explosion that had injured him - and had brought up a fantastic idea with Tech’s help that you were going to initiate as soon as he was ready. “Ad.”

Your son lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

  “Buir,” He replies softly, always so careful to not disturb the babies who lay in their cradles around him. “Did you need something?” 

You tilt your head and sit in front of him, parting your legs and resting your elbows against your knees. Wrecker watches you intently as you do so. He’s always been perceptive - not as much as Hunter, but enough - and with the lack of his sight, he’s having to rely more on his limited senses. 

  “Do you see this?” You take your fingers, press them all together, and rest them against the bottom of your chin before moving your hand forward. “This is sign language. It means thank you. It’ll be an easier way to talk to your vode when you can’t hear them so well. Is that something you’d be willing to learn?” 

He nodded and frowned. “I’m gonna miss blowing stuff up.” 

You reach outward, brush what remains of his hair away from his eyes, and repeat the sign for thank you and you’re welcome. He watches your hands mimic the movements before repeating them for you to see. Wrecker does them perfectly. 

  “Don’t worry.” You murmur. “You’re gonna get to blow stuff up again. I promise.” 

Your only response is his smile. It’s more than enough. 

Wrecker, Age 12  (Set during S7) 

'Сause you are loved You are loved more than you know I hereby pledge all of my days To prove it so

After a while, the Kaminoans have had their uses for you. Your services are no longer required and so you are sent back to the boring home world that you have barely stepped foot on since being sent to Kamino to be the caretaker to infant clones. 

Your experience with the formed Grand Army of the Republic is what gets you into the military, has you trained, and eventually what lands you on Anaxes. 

Though your heart is far too young to realize The unimaginable light you hold inside

  “Ma’am,” Cody’s voice rings out from behind you as you stand in the hangar bay, arms crossed over your chest with your eyes on the horizon as if waiting for the arrival of a ship. “I’ve cleaned your blasters. Just how you like them.” 

You turn to acknowledge the Marshal Commander and smile softly at him. While you spent much of your time with The Bad Batch on Kamino, the greater majority of the Commander Batch and the younger clones have considered you one of them for quite some time. 

  “Thank you Kote.” You murmur. He nods his acknowledgement and before he turns back to Kenobi, lays a hand on your shoulder and says something about the arrival of Clone Force 99 for a mission they’re assigned to do with Rex. “What?” 

The less then graceful landing of the ship known as the Havoc Marauder signals their arrival. You don’t dare move. It’s been too long since you’ve seen them, seen him, and you want to value the moment while you can. 

I'll give you everything I have I'll teach you everything I know

They had never really known the lengths you went to in order to protect them - to protect him - and give him the life, the childhood, you felt he deserved. The Bad Batch had still had it rough, but your gentle nature upon meeting them had impacted them significantly. 

  “The Calvary has arrived!” 

The first thing you see is the personalized armor. You are not the slightest bit surprised they threw in all their effort into ensuring their armor - out of the entire army - was the most notorious. Not to mention that as someone who watched them all grow up, you can see each of their personalities within the way they’ve painted it. 

Then you see him. It’s unmistakeable that it’s Wrecker considering how much taller and broader he is then the rest of The Bad Batch, but it’s not him that notices your presence first. 

It’s Tech. Ever the perceptive, constantly absorbing as much information as able, constantly recording everything, who sees you standing in the hangar and nudges his brother in the midst of speaking to Rex and Cody to point you out. 

  “Mom?” Cody asks skeptically, followed by a gasped “Buir? That’s the buir I never got to meet?!” 

Kix is laughing hysterically at the way Jesse guffaws upon realizing that you are the infamous mother to the clones, but only these four and specifically Wrecker, but the way your heart swells when Wrecker notices you standing there far outweighs the reactions of all the other vode around you. 

Instead of a greeting, Wrecker does one thing. He sees you, beams like the sun lives deep within him, and very promptly tosses you upward to sit on his shoulders. He looms over all his brothers. That doesn’t stop him. 

Oh... oh, that boy has not and will never change. 

With every heart beat I have left

I will defend your every breath

Bonus: 

  “I get to blow it up? The whole stinking thing?” Wrecker asks, to which he then looks to you with wide eyes. “You made a promise!” 

You smirk and pat Anakin’s shoulder as you pass him. “Oh, I know I did.” You reply. “Anakin is keeping up on my promise for me.” When Wrecker begins to take the detonator, you turn to the Jedi and meet his gaze. I’ve been promising him this since he was old enough to know how to blow things up.” You coax him into fully handing over the detonator to your son. “Go on. Make his year.” 

Admiral Trench’s cruiser explodes in a cloud of sparks behind The Havoc Marauder. 

[phoenixyfriend]

SW Masterlist: In the Big Leagues

Navigation Post

Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists

This post is for tumblr posts I've made that are specifically about one fic or another that made it onto AO3, including those that were previously on the Wider AUs masterlist.

Order:

One-offs

Sandstorm Verse (Flip the Hourglass)

Anakin and the Jedi Babies

Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse (Bare Your Teeth, Soldier)

Commander Buir (This is Where the Story Starts)

Rex and Anakin Raise a Family

Fake Spontaneous Training Bond

Uncle Ben and Little Luke (Journey to the Center of the Galaxy)

Fake Sith TCW

Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

TCW Leverage AU

ObiSabe AU (When the Bodyguards Hook Up)

Sticky Fingers AU

The Sexbot AU (Human Pleasure Droid)

Tread Upon the Wind

King, Soldier, Spy

Weapon Women

Parole Officer Fulcrum

System’s Scourge

Legally Horny

Jango Breaks Into Satine’s House

Fake Affair to Cover Up the Real Affair

Fett vs. Kamino Fertility Clinic and Sperm Bank

One-offs

A Candle in the Night - Anakin/Luminara (original)

Crossover between my Lumakin and Windwalker fics - Pt 2

The Way to a Boy's Heart is Through Violent Defensive Measures - Rex has difficulty with whiny AotC-flavor Anakin, a terrible flirt

Not Quite as Clever as a Fox - "I would kill for you.” “Great, here’s a list.”

Fett vs. Kamino Fertility Clinic and Sperm Bank - How this fic even happened, original post

In Which Anakin's Soulmate is a Lot Like Him, But More, and Worse - Adding some Pantress

Alert! Hot Young Single Dads in YOUR Area! - Street names are puns

Anakin Gets Pregnant and Causes a Scandal in Defense of the Jedi - Obi-Wan is just barely alien enough to have mating cycles (original)

Well, That's Not According to Plan - Rexanidala ft. pregnant transmasc Anakin (original)

General Kenobi and the Twins - General Kenobi and the Twins (original)

[redacted] - Hypnosis vs meditation

Amicable Anidala Divorce - Anidala Amicable Divorce (ft. whiny gay Anakin and “I can fix her” Padme/Ventress)

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Sandstorm Verse: (chrono) (AO3) Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex time-travel to pre-TPM Tatooine, Anakin and Rex have to be fake married for Ahsoka's safety

Base Post

Fake Marriage Shenanigans

Wouldn't It Be Easier

Various Thoughts on Anakin Needing Therapy

Interaction exploration: - Dooku - Maul - Maul&Soka - Shmi - Anakin&Anakin - Mace

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: (chrono) (AO3)

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies

AatJB Addendum - whatever the fuck this was

* Jango Meets Soka (1.5k words)

* Names and Faces (6.5k words)

* Anakin, Shmi, and the Jedi Babies (3k words)

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Knightmares (1.6k words) - Ben just really loves banthas

* Anakin Introduces his Jedi Babies (and Himself) (5.8k words)

Winds of Change

The Conspiracy (of Anakin and his Jedi Babies)

JangoShmi and Jedi-Mando relations - Shmi finds out

Cultural comparison of Jedi/Mando/Tatooine

How doth yonder baby brain work

Ylliben Skywalker (hair and tattoos) - various related thoughts - * A Child’s Ink - Hi there’s art now! It’s by the amazing @shukruut - This is the outline btw

And this is the outline of the whole ‘verse (so far)

Pronunciation of names

The Kidnapping of Pre Vizsla

* Where There’s a Whill, There’s a Windu (2k words)

From when I was writing Child’s Ink - The same - Ibid. - New subplot

Why is Anakin not aging?

A specific fanart I plan to commission

I forgot Depa has a sister orz

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Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse: (nsfw) (Chrono) (AO3)

Base Post

Surrogacy, Worldbuilding, Obi-Mom

How to Build an Army - The Clone Risk

Soap Operas

Tatooine (2.2k words)

Meet the Generals

Interior Design

Country Dyke

“Assigning” Dynamics

Rexwalker Nonsenses

No Way Home

Warfare 101

Quinlan and the Interdimensional Ingenues (except not really)

Random thought about Omegaverse pregnancies

The Spikes Thing (nsfw, noncon mention, body horror)

Gland Guards

“Weren’t you dead?”

Padme’s marriage to someone who is not Anakin

Churning his brain like butter

Chandrila, Mon Mothma’s pronouns

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Commander Buir: (chrono) (AO3) An excuse to let Cody be dad-shaped

Initial Brainstorming

Worldbuilding for the AU

Cody & Shmi Talk About General Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn enables Skybaby crimes

The Jango Incident - Just some age stuff

Rexsoka and the Quinlan thing

New Mandalore

Cody deserves to be petty

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Rex and Anakin Raise a Family: (Chrono) (AO3)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

TPM Era

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Fake Spontaneous Training Bond: (chrono) (AO3)

Original post

gay

overbearing dad

undercover

various musings

Discussion of Fulcrum’s skills (see notes)

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Uncle Ben and Little Luke: (chrono) (AO3)

Uncle Ben and Little Luke (3k words, basically a fic)

Auntie ‘Soka and Little Leia (and Rex) (25k words)

Thoughts on “Auntie Soka and Little Leia” (jokingly, a director’s cut)

Rex, Pint-Sized Battlemaster

Twins, meet TCW plots

Planned continuations

Why not Han+Vader

The process of writing Auntie Soka - Addendum

“Luke rolls his eyes”

Headcanon meme

Ben pins the dilf radar

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Fake Sith TCW Trio: (chrono)

Fake Sith TCW Trio (7.5k words)

Thoughts, and perhaps feelings

Padawan Kenobi puts up with a lot

Writing this was a JOURNEY

GRITTY?

Why did I set this in Space!1930s NYC

Plotting the route from Rattatak to Tatooine

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Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped: (chrono) (AO3)

Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

More of “Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped”

“Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!”

Requested Headcanons

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TCW Leverage AU: (chrono) (AO3)

TCW Leverage AU

The bit with Korkie

The Family Tree is… a Disaster (ficlet)

Family Tree charted out (with excerpts)

1970s Dooku/Sifo-Dyas by @uraaniuum

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ObiSabe AU (AO3)

ObiSabe

Palpatine

Face Blindness among clones

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Sticky Fingers AU (AO3)

Hondo Saves the Galaxy

Anakin the Distraction

Manipulating Anakain

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The Sexbot AU: (chrono) (AO3)

The Sexbot AU

Rex and Boytoy Anakin

Pregnancy

Writing process jokes

Not a slowburn, but a raging inferno someone’s aiming a fire extinguisher at

Poor Quinlan

Wanna Smash

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Tread Upon the Wind (and Chase the Sky)

Mace and Fives

Jaster’s opinion on swearing

Adventures in AO3 Tagging

Does this count as a Freedom Trail

Qui-Gon and Feemor

The King, the Soldier, and the Spy

Original version: The King, the Soldier, and the Spy

Writing the Intro

Time-travel or a break with reality?

Alas, poor Satine

Not Very Nice to Ahsoka 

Weapon Women in a Galaxy Far, Far Away

WandaVision/SW Prequels (original brainstorm)

Widows on Kamino (original brainstorm)

Reader response to Anakin getting a civics lesson in Witch’s Favor

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

Ahsoka Steals Three Million Babies

Ahsoka with baby clone Glitch (art by @amikoroyaiart, commissioned work)

Ahsoka is Anakin’s Parole Officer

Systems' Scourge

Systems’ Scourge (original)

Addendum

Ahsoka’s helmet in time-travel AUs

Legally Horny

Legally Horny AU (original)

Fox and Padme need to talk about the politics before you guys can Bang

Reactions to Jango Breaks Into Satine’s House (And Criticizes Her Security)

the weird S*ltcoats thing

Using the fic as shorthand with discourse

Fake Affair (To Hide the Real Affair

Fake Affair to Cover Up the Real Affair (original)

Sexy Addendum, feat. baby twins folllowup

Shiny Rainbow Knife

Transfemme Anakin (original)

Shipping Musings

Fett vs. Kamino Fertility Clinic and Sperm Bank

Kamino Sperm Bank (original)

An additional Fertility Clinic joke, now with lawsuits

Modern AU Hardcase’s deadname

[tessiete]

(2) In a world where Anakin doesn’t exist and Qui-Gon is alive and is being an amazing grandpa to Korkie and super supportive dad to both Obi-Wan and Satine… I am 100% sold!! This is such an incredible AU!! I can’t get enough of it! With that being said, do you mind writing more stories set in this world/universe? If you don’t mind, then for the Spotify ask I‘d choose #7 with Qui-Gon, Korkie, Obi-Wan and Satine. However, the ficlet can be based on whatever song you like the most on your playlist

Hello! To my dear @anakin-skywalker-is-my-hero - alright, so I know we talked privately because I wanted to make sure this would be something you liked, and you very graciously let me include Anakin...

But then...

The song you picked was um...”Mommy, What If?” Which is a children’s lullaby, because I like to relive my childhood as often as possible, okay? Yes. Essentially the Canadian version of Sesame Street (Sharon, Lois & Bram), was my #7 Spotify wrapped.

Anyway, that meant that I actually ended up writing a lot more about Korkie & Anakin than anyone else.

Mind blown, they’re only like 3 years apart. Anakin is only 5 years older than Ahsoka. WHAT IS GOING ON OVER THERE!?

So, while in this AU is does very much end up still being Obi-Wan & Anakin, platonic soulmates, right now they’re just too far apart in terms of maturity to make that a thing.

All this to excuse myself, but I do really hope you like this fic! <3333

NO SINGLE EFFORT

Kiorkicek Kryze has learned a secret. 

And it’s one he doesn’t think that anyone else around him knows. Not Master Windu, who always looks at him with a frown, but slips sweets into his hands when others aren’t looking. Not Knight Vos, who once let Korkie try out his lightsaber in exchange for his word that he’d not tell Master Kenobi how the glass panel of his datapadd got shattered. And definitely not Padawan Briss, who claimed to have sneaked into the Forbidden Archives one night, and met a ghost that granted wishes to those brave enough to look for him.

There are no Forbidden Archives, and there are no ghosts - he’d asked Master Kenobi - so he’s convinced that Padawan Briss must not know much of anything, let alone his secret.

Masters Jinn and Kenobi don't know it either, he's certain, for they're much too old, and much too serious to even imagine the wonderful thing Korkie has found.

There is a boy who lives in the wall.

Korkie hadn’t known it at first. He’d thought himself quite alone in his room, as he lay awake in his little bed. The light of Coruscant’s city streets were too far below the Temple to be seen, the cacophony of life too distant to be heard, and Korkie’s thoughts far too quick to be quieted by sleep, so to pass the time, he’d tapped out a pattern upon the wall.

After that, he’d knocked again, enjoying the sound. The soft percussive beats fell like rain from his fingertips. He knocked louder, like thunder, striking the wall with the flat of his hand. Then with his littlest finger he knocked as gently as he could, just to see how small a noise could be. 

And then, the wall knocked back.

Startled, Korkie cautiously tried again - three sharp raps. And three sharp raps came back. He traded knocks with the wall for hours, until he fell asleep, and then the next night, he knocked again. And so did the wall. Soon, a sort of language developed between Korkie and the echo in the wall. Two small knocks were made in greeting, and two small knocks replied. Sometimes he knocked out the fractured rhythms of Mandalorian marches he recalled, sometimes the taps were secret codes for the echo to decipher. Sometimes they meant nothing at all but comfort. And sometimes, the wall would send its own patterns back.

Then, one day, after a month of such late night encounters, Anakin Skywalker looks at him from over morning meal with his head tilted to the side, his short braid brushing over his shoulder, and says, “Oh, you’re the boy in the wall.”

Korkie feels silly then, for he’d begun to think of the little knocking ghost as his own, something part of himself, held safe between the walls and revealed only to him, at night, in the dark, and alone. But everyone knows about Padawan Skywalker. He is Master Jinn’s padawan. He is bright, and loud, and strange. He is the Chosen One. There is nothing secret about Anakin.

Even Master Obi-Wan seems unsettled by Anakin, and watches him out of the corner of his eye. 

But Anakin is afraid of nothing. He gives Korkie an appraising look, staring in a way that Korkie’s mother had taught him was rude, and reaches to take a second helping of yuka seed pudding without asking first. Korkie doesn’t know what to say.

“I’d kind of thought it was only my imagination,” says Anakin, instead.

“I thought you were in mine,” says Korkie.

Anakin talks with his mouth full when he replies, “Well, anyway, I guess it’s better that you’re real. I’d rather a friend who can go places with me.”

So Korkie does. Anakin Skywalker is a whole head taller than him, and comes from a planet with a desert you can live in. He speaks six different languages, and knows about a million ways to slice a droid, but he also is new to the Temple, and doesn’t mind when Korkie needs extra help in finding his way. And in return, Korkie helps him with the other things - the things that Anakin can’t do so well. He helps with his Basic, and remembering when to bow, and in what order. He helps with ID chits, and chain codes, and how to navigate the holonet. He lets Anakin have his commlink when he breaks his own, and doesn’t protest when it’s returned with cinder smudges and scorch marks.

And at night, when everyone is asleep, when Korkie knows that Anakin thinks most of home, he knocks on the wall between them to remind him he is not alone.

And Anakin knocks back.

“What is it that you’re saying to me?” he asks, when next they meet. Master Jinn is always over for tea, and Master Obi-Wan makes frequent calls for counsel, so they are in company more often than not, and more often than not, they choose to be these days.

“Oh, nothing,” says Korkie, prodding at his holocam until a staticky, and uncertain solar system is thrown into the sky. It flickers out of existence just as quickly as it came, and Korkie sighs. “Just old songs my belli used to sing to me.”

“Let me have that,” says Anakin. He grabs the holocam from Korkie’s fingers, and turns it over and over in his hands. “Who’s your belli?” he asks.

“From Mandalore,” Korkie explains. “My buir. Who I came from.”

“Oh!” exclaims Anakin. “Your mom!”

Then he goes very silent for a moment, his brow furrows, biting at his lip and concentrating very hard on the cam in his hand. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to talk about your mom.”

“Oh,” says Korkie. “Why not?”

Anakin shrugs. “Master Jinn says we’re supposed to let go of the past. And my - my mom said we don’t look back.”

Korkie thinks about this, while Anakin pries open the belly of his unit, prodding at the silicon innards. 

“Master Obi-Wan has never said that.”

“Well, does he talk about your belli?”

“No,” concedes Korkie. “She only makes him sad.”

“Like I said,” he says, restoring the metal plate, locking it in place, and handing the device back. “Try it now.”

Korkie thumbs the switch, and the two boys are caught in the orbit of a million worlds, and a billion tiny stars. They rotate through the air, casting glittering light over their faces, and the burnished glow of their hair.

“Perhaps they don’t say anything only because they have no mothers of their own, and they don’t know what it is to miss them.”

“The Jedi don’t have moms or dads,” insists Anakin, scowling at the stars.

“Well, we do,” says Korkie.

Anakin has nothing to say to that, and so emboldened, Korkie presses his suit.

“Maybe, perhaps, we can do both?” he suggests. “Maybe we can talk about them to each other, and not to our masters, and that can be our secret, and that way no one has to be sad.”

For a moment, Anakin says nothing. He sits as still upon his knees as Korkie has ever seen him, his eyes tracking one bright object then the next. Finally, after an eternity, he nods slowly, as if unconvinced, but unable to resist.

“Okay,” he says. “Our secret.”

And Korkie grins in delight.

That night, their mouths pressed to the wall, and then their ears in turn, they speak to each other about their homes.

“Shall I go first, or you?” asks Korkie, his voice low and eager.

“Me,” replies Anakin. “I’m the oldest.”

“Alright. What is your mother’s favourite colour?” He turns his ear to the wall as soon as he has finished, not wanting to miss a word of Anakin’s response. He presses close until the cartilage pinches, and his temple beats out his pulse against the flat.

“Blue,” he says. “Like the skies. Like my eyes. What about your mom?”

“Blue, too!” he says, and in his excitement, he nearly forgets himself. “And my eyes are blue like yours.”

“Of course,” comes the voice. “We are brothers, after all.”

They sit in silence for a moment after that, because it is difficult to speak through the wall. It is hard to be precise, and harder still to think of good questions. None of them really show anything about what it is they miss most.

“Did your mom ever sing to you at night?”

“Yes,” says Korkie. “Did yours?”

“Yeah. And during the day. Everyone sings on Tatooine. To tell the time.”

“Sing me one,” says Korkie, “For late at night.” And he falls asleep to Anakin’s voice humming softly from behind the wall. 

In the Archives, Korkie asks him about the song.

“It’s about the market at the Pika Oasis,” Anakin says. “Old women go to sell their fruits, but sometimes, everyone is too poor to buy anything.”

“Could you buy anything?” Korkie asks.

“No. We were always too poor to buy,” says Anakin. He almost says something else, but changes his mind, and says instead, “I know another one you’d like.”

“Okay!” Korkie agrees.

Anakin checks his shoulder to make sure they’re completely alone, and leans low over his holotext. Korkie leans closer to hear. In a sweet, lilting voice, Anakin sings words that Korkie has known since birth.

“Buir, buir!” he goes. “Te ik'aad pir'ekulor, te ik'aad pir'ekulor par gar, a te kar cuyir dar teh te kebii'tra, bal Ni dar'taylir tion'jor. O meg, o meg, kelir Ni vaabir?”

“That’s Mando’a!” Korkie shouts. His eyes are wide, and his surprise so great that it awakens some holobooks on a distant shelf. They flicker blue, before steadying again, and going back to sleep as Korkie wrestles his emotions back into a respectable form. “How do you know Mando’a?”

“My mom,” says Anakin, smiling like a felinx. “She learned from the traders, and then she taught me.”

“Sing it again,” Korkie demands.

So he does, and when he’s finished, Korkie frowns and tugs on his own short braid.

“It’s almost right,” he says. “But you sound funny.”

Anakin bristles. “That’s exactly how I learned it.”

“No, no,” says Korkie. “It’s just the tune. It should be more like this.”

And that night, Korkie sings Anakin to sleep as he recalls the strange reciting tones of his belli’s gentle voice.

This goes on until one day, Master Jinn tells Anakin - who informs Korkie in turn, who then tells his master who, of course, already knows - that they have been assigned a mission. They are being sent to a nearby Core world in order to mark the first anniversary of a long-awaited conurbation of planets.

Anakin is thrilled. 

Master Qui-Gon is calm as ever as he lays his hand along Obi-Wan’s forearm, and presses a palm to his cheek.

“We’ll return soon,” he says. “And under far less duress than the last time we ventured forth.”

Obi-Wan smiles, but it is a grim little thing, and Master Jinn’s words do nothing to chase the tremulous shadows from his eyes. 

“It’s only a few days,” agrees Anakin. “And we’re going to attend a banquet!”

He grins at Korkie, who feels similarly uneasy. He sidles closer to the thick folds of his master’s cloak, and reaches up to find buried between them his father’s hand. His palm slides easily into Obi-Wan’s and they take comfort in how they cleave to each other.

“Be careful,” says Master Obi-Wan.

“Always, my padawan,” replies Master Jinn.

They leave without a backward glance, and Korkie eats alone with his master that night.

It is only later, after the sun has set, and he’s tucked tightly beneath the soft blankets of his bed, that Korkie reaches out to knock against his wall, and is surprised when no one knocks back.

He knocks again, but still, he is alone, and in the silence of his lonely room, he begins to cry.

He knocks, and weeps into the down of his pillow, and weeps, and knocks again.

And then, someone knocks back.

But the sound comes from his door, and is followed by the hiss of pneumatics, and the warm spill of light from the hallway beyond.

“Kiorkicek?” calls his master, with the light at his back. “What’s wrong?”

He cannot say, and only cries louder, calling out for his master, and relief from the dark. The Jedi doesn’t hesitate. He sweeps into the room, the edges of his robes gilded with bronze, and leans over to pull Korkie into the cradle of his arms. He clings to his father, his legs kicking free of the blanket to wrap about his waist, and his arms thrown about Obi-Wan’s neck. 

But though he reaches for Obi-Wan like he reached for his mother, it doesn’t feel the same. His father holds him, but doesn’t rock him in his arms. He rubs circles on his back, but does not press a kiss to his brow, or stroke his hair. He whispers in his ear, but he does not speak his tongue. He is nothing like his mother.

Until he starts to sing.

It is not a song of Mandalore, or of desert markets in the Outer Rim. It is neither happy, nor sad, but something balanced in between, like dawn. He sings of night. He sings of light. And he sings of them, together, promising himself to Korkie until time beyond knowing. 

Gradually, his breathing calms, and his cheeks dry, and he goes willing, and boneless back beneath the covers as Obi-Wan tucks them both into the narrow confines of Korkie’s bed.

“Is that a song from your belli?” murmurs Korkie, held close to Obi-Wan’s chest.

“No,” Obi-Wan whispers, so quietly that only the stirring of golden hair may mark it. “It is a song from the Jedi,” he says. “It is a song from Master Jinn.”

And together, they fall asleep.

[a-lil-perspective]

~~Domestic Crosshair Thoughts~~

Crosshair taking his kid to school

Participating in school functions (teachers are always lowkey intimidated)

Goes to every game/extra-curricular activity

Reading bedtime stories

Snuggling when they crawl into his lap (WILL stop whatever he’s doing for a cuddle)

Teaching them how to shoot

Survival skills and recon trips in the outdoors FOR THE WIN

Making dinner before mom gets home :)

Baths and picking out PJ’s ☺️

Expertly helping out with math homework

Cleaning up around the house and teaching the kids to help

OH MY GOD CROSSHAIR AND LAUNDRY—

Commando sniper drowning in a mountain of dirty bibs and onesies

Exhausted Crosshair with unkempt hair, a shadow of stubble and a (finally) sleeping baby over his shoulder 😍❤️

Too tired to even remember his own name at the end of the day but he won brownie points with mom so Fatherhood is an absolute success

Taking his kid to the park, forced to go down narrow ass slides and silently seething over the fact that he can actually fit through them

Heart-to-heart with the teenager❤️

DOING THEIR HAIR😍

Piggyback rides (he’s surprisingly strong)

Baking sweets :)

Hanging up any drawing they make

Being the favorite parent and absolutely LOVING it

Gentle admonition over finding better ways to express when they’re upset

Makes the kids drink their “Respect Women” juice every morning before breakfast

Teaches his kids sleight of hand

Watching their favorite holo-movie over and over and over— “Daddy, you fell asleep again.”

ROCKING😍

Late-night feedings when they’re babies, and late-night snacking when they’re older

Asking for another baby even though there are two running around—

Refusing his kid a tattoo (“It doesn’t matter if you think mine looks ‘sick’. I said no.”)

Starting a bet with their mother early on that “Daddy” will be their first word (It was actually “Buir” which is used for both Mother and Father but Crosshair swears it was meant for him—)

The expert binky finder

WEARING A BABY SLING

Diaper changing is scary business

*places itty bitty newborn inside helmet*

“No, you cannot wear my armor to school.”

Obeys the school zone speed limit to a FAULT

Mando’a sessions😍❤️

Forearm riddled with pinch marks from their mother over the new swear word they (accidentally) learned from Daddy

*throws a pacifier at the battle droids, looks down in his pack and finds only more pacis, panics* “Where the hell are my mirrors???”

The oldest one sits at home sticking them to their forehead

[clonesandmoans]

For the soft asks!! Wrecker as a dad!!? The mere idea is PRECIOUS!?

i’ve gone into a little detail abt this here but it doesn’t do dad!wrecker justice, he deserves far more description than that (i also got carried away when talking abt des and troy sooo there’s that). i want him to father my children not just bc i want him to impregnate me but also bc he would be such a sweet and loving dad you can’t change my mind on this -jj

he is the happiest person ever abt having a child of his own, on permanent cloud nine and his happiness makes everyone around him happy

will brag to literally anyone he can that won’t put him at risk of decommissioning if they know

but as i mentioned in the linked hc list, someone mentions the fact wrecker’s hands will be bigger than the baby once it’s born and it just sends him into a panic

he has an existential crisis about it bc destroying things is what he was created to do, what he did daily, it was in his name for kriff’s sake

he didn’t want to risk hurting you or your child, he would rather jump in front of a blaster than lay a single harmful finger on either of you and babies are so small and delicate, so defenseless, what if he did something wrong?

the guys are quick to sense the change in mood and quickly go into protective brother mode, call you, and let you soothe the worried demolitions expert

and when the happiness returns, he continues to brag about how awesome his kid is gonna be and how loved they’ll be, between buir and ba’vodues this kid will never not know what love feels like

his kid will be v likely to inherit his love for animals

the first animals the kid meets are their older blurrg brothers des and troy, and these blurrgs are so damn protective of their kih’vod. they’re introduced to the baby v early so that way they’re used to it being around and learn “if dad is holding this tiny human when he comes outside, i can’t tackle him because this tiny human is fragile”

the day they met the baby, they sniff at the tiny bundle in wrecker’s arms (the blurrgs love their mama but were total daddy’s boys, so it was settled that he would be the one to moderate the introduction) and they lick the baby gently, noses nudging it softly as they acknowledge its lineage and place in the family

from then on, des and troy would destroy anyone that dared threaten their vod’ika

yes wrecker spoke almost exclusively mando’a to the boys and they knew that word meant the tiniest human they knew, the one they had to be careful with (and protect)

it was weird at first bc no one trained them to be so protective of your child, but everyone soon came to love it. with their lizard ori’vode around, that kid never doubted that they were safe

several years later your child is getting bullied by older kids close enough to home for the boys to know, and the second they hear their vod’ika (they would recognize their voice every day till they died) scream in pain, they bust out of the fence and are on a mission to protect

they don’t eat the bullies, that’s not their thing as herbivores, but they stomp and growl and get the threats away from their vod’ika. the bullies get the message and are running off as wrecker comes running from the house wondering why the boys busted out (they never did that, not in all their years)

once the sniffling child tells wrecker what happened, he’s got happy tears in his eyes because his sons had their back. it reminded him of when he was way younger and how other clones would bully tech

the two of them ride the boys home where you’re glaring at the broken fence but are more worried abt the boys

wrecker tells you the story and you get teary, going to press kisses on your blurrg sons and they nuzzle into you just like they did when they were babies

they love their mama and their family

but anyways back to wrecker

he is a human jungle gym when it comes to his kids, human and blurrg alike

so much rough housing with des and troy it’s wild. they do learn that dad has limits, and mom has even more than him

usually you’re standing to the side holding the child while wrecker plays rough with the boys. when the three of them are tired of their playing, they’ll all three walk up to where you were and kiss and lick you both

wrecker is the “good cop” and has trouble saying no to his kid bc he went without so much as a kid, he doesn’t want his kid to miss out on stuff

but wrecker honey it isn’t a good idea for a five year-old to know how to wield a knife, they might stab someone during recess

his discipline compass (besides your glare) is ba’vodu hunter

if the thought of hunter’s reaction if young wrecker did the thing was negative, then he didn’t let his kid do it

also crosshair gives advice to the kids on literally anything, even some things that children shouldn’t know (this consists of weapons training, mando’a curses at one point, The Murder Glare, etc.)

but he’s also an asshole, the kid will later come to learn. it balances out wrecker’s happy-go-lucky nature pretty well

tech is the one that it takes the longest to bond with. he cares abt his brothers but he never had someone that needed to be looked after in that way. he was the baby of the four brothers and he never had someone that needed him to be a big brother or role model of any sort

but then he hears them say his name as their first word and he’s suddenly #1 Ba’Vodu and will let no one take that away from him. brings it up every time cross or hunter say they’re the favorite uncle

the whole batch will support the kid in anything they do and wrecker will be the one shouting the loudest in solidarity and pride

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Jango Fett x Reader (Plentiful Bounties Chapter 5)

Next chapter guys secrets will be revealed so buckle up. This turned out super long, but it was well worth it. I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNINGS: Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Cute Boba, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Pregnancy, Truth Reveal, Sexy Times and Fluff.

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Boba woke early that morning, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked up to see his father still sleeping so he quietly slipped out of bed and to the kitchen. When he rounded the corner you were making breakfast, and he watched as you used the force to bring a spatula over. He watched intently as you made breakfast, but it startled him when you called his name without even turning around.

“Boba, I hope you're hungry. I made plenty for breakfast this morning. Is your father awake yet?”, you questioned. “No he’s still sleeping”, he replied. “Look what you saw yesterday I promise that I’m not going to hurt you or your father”, you explained. “How long have you been able to do that?”, Boba questioned now intrigued to know more. “Ever since she was born”, your father’s voice rang out.

“But how?”, Boba asked. “Her mother was a force user how else”, your father replied. “Her mom was a slave, how did she use the force”, Boba questioned further. “Her mother wasn’t a slave who told you that?”, your father growled. “(Y/N) did. She said that she was your slave, and that you got her pregnant”, Boba informed. “No her mother was a Jedi that I had a relationship with, and yes she did get pregnant, but she was never a slave”, he told Boba while glaring at you.

“Your mother was a Jedi”, a gruff voice joined in. Jango was glaring at you as he pulled his son behind him as if you were going to hurt him. “Jango I…”, you were interrupted. “No you lied to me, and your mother was a Jedi. Jedi were the ones that forced me and Boba into a life on the run. A Jedi was who killed Zam”, Jango growled out. “I’m not one of them”, you told him nostrils flaring. “You're a force user and they’re all the same”, Jango boomed. 

You winced as your father tried to defuse the situation, but it only angered Jango more. “Boba, we are leaving. Grab your things”, Jango told him. “But Buir she helped us”, Boba grumbled. “Boba go get your things I won’t tell you twice”, he told him. Boba looked at you and then back at his father as you tried to explain yourself. “It’s not like I asked for this”, you shouted. “You should have told me”, he sneered. You tried making your way towards him and he drew one of his blasters. 

“Jango”, you said his name in disbelief. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to have to shoot you. You should have told me you were a force user”, Jango shook his head. “Son if she told you the truth would it have changed your mind about her?”, your father asked. Jango seemed to think it over, but his mind was made up. Boba came back and pushed past his father to hug you as tears started to gather in your eyes.

Boba sniffled as he clung to you already starting to cry. “I’m sorry Boba, but your father has made up his mind”, you told Boba. “But I don’t want to leave”, he sobbed into your shirt. “Boba lets go”, Jango grumbled. “Boba go ahead”, you told him trying to push him away from you. Boba reluctantly pulled away from you as both him and his father made it to the door. “So none of the caresses or kisses we shared meant anything to you?”, you questioned.

Jango froze on the spot as you waited for an answer. Your father’s eyes went wide at your confession. Boba looked between you and his Buir also waiting for an answer. “No it didn’t mean anything”, he told you solemnly. Jango left with Boba as your father watched you sink to the floor. “You love him don’t you”, he said aloud. “It doesn’t matter now does it”, you told him, getting up with tears in your eyes. You got up and made your way out to the garden where your mother had been buried.

“Why did I have to take after you. You're the reason I had to leave home. You were the reason everyone hated me. I didn’t ask for this! I hate you and wish you hadn’t been my mother”, you sobbed. Your father came up behind you. “You don’t hate her. You know she loved you, and that I had to stop training you. She begged me not to train you in the first place. It’s my fault for training you”, he told you leaving out the door.

Your father tracked Jango and Boba to their ship. “What are you doing here?”, Jango asked already on the defensive. “I’m here to talk to you about why (Y/N) didn’t tell you about her force using ability”, he implored. “I don’t have the time”, Jango huffed. “I want to know”, Boba said. “You didn’t even like her”, Jango told Boba. “Yeah that was before she came to save me and Eya and saved your life”, Boba defiantly said, crossing his arms.

Jango shook his head, but allowed your father onto his ship to talk. “(Y/N)’s mother was a Jedi when I met her. I went to help a good friend of mine on his home planet. She was there to defuse the possible war on the planet. It took me forever to realize that I had a thing for her, and then after that any time she was out this way she would visit me”, your father explained. “And she got pregnant right”, Boba finished. 

“Yes she did and she left the Jedi order to be with me. I loved her and married her as soon as she set foot on Mandalore. When (Y/N) was born we soon realized her power with the force. It scared her mother because she was worried the Jedi would come for her, and she begged me not to train her when she became of age. I didn’t listen and the Jedi came for her. Her mother tried to fight them, and it cost her her life. (Y/N) refused to go with them after that”, he continued.

“So you stopped training her then”, Jango said more to himself. “Yes I stopped training her because she reminded me so much of her mother, and I was afraid to lose her. When she turned eighteen she took off with an old associate of mine as a bounty hunter. She has visited every so often, and I have never seen her as happy as she has been around you and your son. If you don’t feel anything for her then fine, but don’t hurt her because of the past of her mother. She resents the Jedi as much as you do”, your father finished as he walked off the ship.

Jango watched as your father made his way back to the house. Boba was looking up at him waiting to see what would decide to do. “Dad?”, Boba asked. Jango let out a large sigh and turned to look at his son. It wouldn’t hurt to stay here a while. Boba was used to staying on Kamino, and having a permanent home of sorts while he went bounty hunting. “Alright son we’ll stay”, he told him picking up his armor. He packed everything they would need and made their way back to the house. 

You were sitting in front of the three graves of the people you loved trying to find answers. You were so caught up with your emotions that you were knocked over by a small form as they hugged you. When you looked to see Boba glued to your side you hugged him back. “You better not have ran away from your father. You know how grumpy he gets”, you chuckled. “No dad decided we could stay a while”, he excitedly told you. 

You looked up to see Jango watching you as if you were still an enemy. Boba looked to his father and shook his head as you stood up. “I hope you all are okay with breakfast for lunch”, you joked. Boba nodded as he made his way to the kitchen and hopped onto one of the bar stools. You didn’t look at Jango as you passed by him, and flinched a little as he followed you.

You put two plates of food down for Boba and Jango then grabbed a plate to take to your father. Boba dug in like he was starved as Jango watched you take the other plate to your father. “Here is your food Buir”, you told him. He turned around and took his food while watching you carefully. “What did you tell them?”, you questioned. “I told them the whole truth”, he replied. You nodded in response and went back to the kitchen. You made a plate of food and ate in silence until Boba asked for more. You gave him the rest of what you had, and made your way outside.

You grabbed your blades as you walked outside to train. Once Boba was done with his food he ran outside to watch you train. You made slashing motions in wide arcs and slight stabbing motions. “Can I try?”, Boba asked. “Sure here you hold the blade like this”, you told him as you handed him one of the blades. “Now watch me and follow my lead”, you told him. He mimicked you as you swung your blade from one hand to the other. Jango walked outside and watched in silence for a moment until he cleared his throat. 

You froze on the spot as you watched Jango walk towards his son. “Here let me try”, Jango told his son. Boba handed the blade to him as he twirled it a couple of times. “You want to train, then let's see how you train with me”, he told you. You noticed your father telling Boba to stay back, and Jango lunged at you bringing the blade down toward you. You quickly deflected and swung at his legs as he blocked, and pushed you with his shoulder. You stumbled backwards, but recovered quickly staying on the defensive as he swung at you again. 

You brought your blade up and held it there as you looked Jango in the eyes. He was focused on you, and you swore you saw his eyes dilate ever so slightly. He pulled away and went to sing at you again you dodged and spun around him. He swung the blade around cutting your shirt missing your skin by mere inches. You growled as you came at him now taking the offensive you swung at him over and over no matter how many times he deflected. He went to bring his blade up when his arm gave up.

He dropped the blade as you were making a downward cut. You stopped and dropped your weapon as you touched his arm with your hand. He flinched a little until he noticed your concentration. His wound itched and felt warm and he realized what you were doing. Blood started to flow out your nose as you concentrated harder. “(Y/N) stop”, you heard your father say somewhere behind you. You didn’t until you started swaying, and collapsed as Jango grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

You could hear Jango asking what was wrong and your father explaining that when you used the force to heal people it drained you. Jango moved the hair from your face to see the blood trickling down your face. He scooped you up to bring you inside while your father went to get a wet cloth to clean your face. Jango lay you on one of the couches while Boba watched over the back of the couch. “Buir is she going to be okay?”, Boba questioned worriedly. “I’m not sure Boba”, he replied.

“Here I’ll take over, maybe you and Boba can go out and explore Mandalore some. You will probably want to get some clothes that don’t make you stick out here. There are some credits on the table for you to use. It should be enough for clothes and maybe some things to keep Boba occupied”, he told Jango. You were mumbling as you tried to focus and your father tried to get you calmed down and ensure you were safe.

Jango took Boba with him into the markets to buy some clothes. “Buir do you like (Y/N)?”, Boba questioned. Jango almost tripped over his own feet, “Why would you think that ad’ika?”. “Well you seemed to like her when we were on Naboo, and you were sleeping together”, Boba said kicking some rocks. “Why do you want to know so badly if I like her?”, Jango inquired. “Well I remembered asking you about a mom, and I know that I’m a clone, but she takes care of me like a mom would. She also protects me like a mom would”, Boba answered looking anywhere but at his father.

“Well I like her yes, but we have to be careful she could be dangerous”, he told his son. “Just because Zam was killed doesn’t mean all force users are bad right. I mean she could have killed you when we found Eya, and she has gotten us this far. She even saved your life”, Boba admitted. Jango thought about it as they shopped and bought clothes for their stay. He thought about what Boba had said.

It was true that he had felt something for her, and hell he had even masturbated to her when he took that bounty. Kriff, he really did like her, and damn it he had made up his mind. They stayed out for a while until dusk started to set in. Once they entered the house they were met with the smell of food, and (Y/N) who was getting plates together. “Glad you all are back, hope you're both hungry”, she told them. 

Boba was first to dig in followed by Jango and (Y/N)’s father. She ate silently as Boba struck up a conversation with her father. Everyone parted after that, but (Y/N) stayed behind to clean the dishes. Once Boba was asleep in his own room that your father had prepared Jango came back to the kitchen. He walked up behind you and pushed you against the counter. You would be lying if you said you had no idea he was there. Jango had you pinned as both of his arms had you trapped. He shut the water off and turned you around to face him.

He gave you no warning as he dove down to claim your lips. You whimpered as he bit and sucked at your bottom lip. You knew what he wanted, but making him work for it was your game plan. He grabbed hold of the back of your head and bit a little harder on your lower lip. You allowed him access as he explored your mouth. The night when he had pinned you to the bed ran through your head.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, and almost like the night with the whiskey he pulled away to lick a stripe from your cleavage up your neck. It made you shudder and of course had heat pooling low in your belly. You reached your hand down to slip your fingers in the waistband of his pants to pull him to you. That made him growl and nip at your neck and down your collar bone.

He let go for a moment and grabbed your wrist to guide you to the guest room. You followed right after him, and once inside the room he threw you onto the bed and locked the door. You quickly scooted up the bed as he crawled over top of you. He dove in to kiss your lips again as one hand slid down to cup one of your breasts. Jango squeezed slightly as you moaned into his mouth. Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up and he let you pull it over his head. 

He continued to kiss you and rutted against you. “Do you know how hard you make me?”, he questioned between kisses. “No”, was your breathless reply. “Here let me show you”, he told you as he grabbed your hand guiding it to his crotch. He pressed your hand against him and he ground against your palm. He wasn’t kidding about being hard as you slightly squeezed him through his pants. He groaned into your mouth, but pulled away to remove your tank top. He trailed kisses down to your breast, and back up to your neck. He unclasped your bra as he sucked a hickey there. 

You brought your hand back, you threw your arms over his shoulders. One hand splayed on his back while the other snaked its way to his cropped hair. It was still thick enough to where you could tangle your fingers in it, and then you slightly tugged. He grunted and rutted against you as you wrapped your legs around him. He licked down to suck a nipple into his mouth making you whimper out. You could tell he was smirking at his success in making you submit some.

He came back up to claim your mouth and one hand snaked down to your waistband. He unbuttoned your pants, and helped you out of them. He was just about to push his hands into your panties when there was a knock on the door and Boba’s voice filtered through. “Buir I had a bad dream can I stay with you?”, he sniffled. Jango let a small curse filter from his lips, but responded, “Just a minute Boba I’ll be right there”. 

You stifled a small giggle at Jango’s frustration, and he gave you a harmless glare. Jango tossed you his shirt as you put it on. It engulfed you as you gathered the rest of the clothing to put on the dresser. Then you quickly scurried under the covers as Jango opened up the door to allow Boba in. When he spotted you he smiled, “Did you have a bad dream to (Y/N)?”. “Yes I did and your father was gracious enough to let me sleep in here too”, you smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Boba had his own blanket from his bed wrapped around him, and he scurried up the bed once Jango lay back down. “Alright let's get to bed then alright”, Jango announced a little annoyed. Jango lifted the covers to allow Boba to slide in and he instantly curled into Jango’s left side laying his head on Jango’s shoulder. You were slightly hesitant until Jango motioned you to him, and pulled you to his chest. Boba was almost out immediately while you and Jango tried to find sleep.

“We will continue this some other time”, Jango told you as you started to drift off. He watched as you fell into a peaceful sleep. You couldn’t remember the last peaceful sleep you had, and Jango watched over you both until he too succumbed to sleep. That night your father had gotten up to get a snack when he realized you weren’t in your room, and that little Boba was not in his room either. When he walked past Jango’s room he saw you and Boba each tucked into either of his sides.

Your father couldn’t remember the last time you looked this peaceful or a smile grace your lips. He smiled to himself as Boba stirred some. Maybe you would end up with a man after all, and by the looks of the armor he is or was a Mandolorian at one point. His hope for you finding a man, and starting a family was looking better already. He went from there to get a snack, and then he sat outside in the garden. When he came back the three of you were still fast asleep, and he went back to bed with a knowing smile.

[jonathananubian]

Te Dralyc Kar Ch 6 [Star Wars Fanfic]

Synopsis:

Jango isn’t quite sure how he came to adopt a blonde slave boy after a job on Tatooine went sideways, but he honestly couldn’t complain. The boy is a little genius, brimming with compassion and a willingness to learn. The only hiccup, as far as Jango is concerned, is the fact that his boy is a naturally powerful force user. Someone the jetii would want to get their hands on.

Of course- he’d just like to see them try.

[This story isn’t linear. More like a series of snapshots. At least until later chapters.]

Chapter 6: Haran

In his secure base on Rorak 4 the red Nikto lounged inside his luxury apartment. The new shipment was already being processed and he could already envision the wealth of credits he’d be swimming in once the sale went through. Sipping at the alcoholic beverage in his hand he leered over the datapad at some of the merchandise. Opening a channel he called down to the guards and ordered them to bring him a specific product from the new shipment. A thrill of anticipation ran through him as he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Calling down again he cursed at the guards and demanded to know what was taking so long. But there was no response, only static. An explosion rocked the very foundation of his base and K’tharsin cursed vehemently as he flicked through different channels, trying to contact any of his guards. No one was responding.

Behind him the door to his expensive apartment blew off its hinges and he scrambled toward the panic room he’d had built into the place since day one. From the smoke and haze of debris a whipcord zipped through the air and latched onto his leg. The owner of the whipcord grabbed the end and yanked, hard, slamming the red Nikto into the ground with enough force to daze him.

Storming into the room, fierce like a stalking predator, was a Mandalorian in silver armor with a blue flight suit. Terror swamped K’tharsin as he immediately recognized the famed bounty hunter. “Wait! Please! I-I’ll pay you double whatever the price on my head is!” The Mandalorian stopped, black visor staring down at him coldly. Before he could even think to offer more credits two blaster bolts seared into his skull and three more through his torso.

“Who said anything about credits?” Jango said to no one as he untied his whipcord, turned on his heel, and left the dead Nikto behind.

[Shiona]

Helping Maav load more of the kids into the transport the purple Twi’lek felt her stomach roil in disgust and chest burn with rage. When Jango had come out of nowhere, asking for a favor, she’d punched him in the side of the head before hugging the daylights out of him. They’d heard tales there was a possibility he was alive and had learned about the bounty hunter sharing the name of their lost Mand’alor but hadn’t wanted to believe, in case it was just some trick to draw them out of hiding.

What she learned of the aftermath of Galidraan set her blood to boiling. Now, after years of thinking their king was dead, he returned asking for a favor? There had to be a pretty damn good reason for it.

Lo and behold there was, and his name was Anakin.

The picture Jango showed her was one that had been taken by someone else, a candid shot if ever she’d seen one. The blonde was sitting on Jango’s lap holding up a little flag with a racing logo on it, a wide grin on his face and eyes sparkling with joy. The gentle smile on Jango’s face as he watched his son was enough to make Shiona’s heart melt. It was obvious how much he cared for the boy.

So when he explained that someone had nearly kidnapped him to put him back into slavery, that the one responsible was purposefully targeting kids to sell, she gathered a few of the Haat Mando’ade she’d kept in contact with and got them in on the raid. When they learned they were saving kids from slavery none of them even asked if their was a contract or reward. Kids were precious, regardless of whose kids they were. Not to mention the inherent disgust at slavery in general.

Their reaction to Jango had been a mixed bag of joy, grief, anger, and disbelief but in the end they all accepted that he was, in fact, the Mand’alor- and that their Mand’alor was calling them to action.

No one cared that it was out of revenge for messing with Jango’s son. No one cared that they had been divided for years after Jango’s reported death. The Haat Mando’ade weren’t going to sit back when someone was dealing in kids. Especially if they’d attempted to try and snatch the Mand’alor’s son. That was a very deep and personal offense none of them were about to let slide.

“That’s the last of them, Captain. We’ll meet you at the rendezvous and head toward our destination from there. Safe travels.” Shiona waved the man on and got back into her ship. Maav, seeing she had things well in hand, quickly headed to the cockpit to start up the ship.

“Captain, got a present for you.” Catching the datachip out of the air she looked it over then raised a brow at Zermot, their most talented slicer.

“What’s this?” The man grinned at her.

“Proof.” Her eyebrows rose and she eyed the man curiously.

“Proof of what?” She asked him, fondly exasperated.

“Of why you shouldn’t mess with Mando’ade.” He paused. “And that Jango’s back. Our comrades are going to want proof.” She nodded and slipped the datachip into one of her waist pouches. She knew just the person she could send a copy of whatever Zermot had cooked up.

[Roz]

Watching the scene play out again the pink Toydarian chuckled with dark amusement. Trust Jango to take his revenge in the most daring, competent, and vicious raid anyone had seen in years. It was a neat military operation the likes of which could only be accomplished by a tactical mind and a trained mercenary force. The bounty hunting guilds couldn’t even fault him for it, either. Not only was he freeing enslaved children, which no respectable guild would dare disagree with, but the organization had tried to steal his own child. Roz knew the guild would look the other way on the matter.

“What’s so funny ba’vodu?” Clicking off the video she smiled at the blonde head that was peeking into the room, smudges of grease across a pale forehead and nose.

“Nothing, sweetheart. Just a silly video a friend sent me.” Anakin’s nose scrunched up as he scrutinized her and she smiled. “What are you working on now? I hope you didn’t take apart one of my expensive appliances again without asking.” Blue eyes went wide and darted toward whatever it was before coming back to rest on her.

“Uh… naas. Dar’baati, ba’vodu.” ‘Nothing. Don’t worry, auntie.’ Roz let out a sigh. Jango was going to have to teach the boy how to lie better, he was absolutely abysmal at it. Especially since he always slipped into Mando’a whenever he tried. It was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew him.

“Anakin.” She said sternly. The boy blushed and chewed on his bottom lip.

“Okay, but… you looked really busy and I actually know how to fix it this time! It was leaking anyway and I thought it would be nice to do something for you…” She wanted to be cross with him, she really did, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be. Not when he was trying so earnestly to do something nice for her.

“Fine, I’ll overlook it this time. As long as there’s no mess and it actually works when you’re finished.” A smile like a sunrise crossed his face and he was quickly nodding.

“Lek ba’vodu!” ‘Okay auntie!’ Roz sighed as the boy darted off, he was always so full of energy it was a wonder Jango could keep up with him. She honestly never thought she’d learn to speak Mando’a either and yet here she was helping a little Mandalorian child to learn his basic letters and how to hold simple conversations. It was something she knew Jango had once thought to leave behind him, to keep to himself and never speak about with her, but his son just had a way of bringing hope and light to everything he touched… except for her washing machine. That poor thing looked like it someone had stuffed a frag grenade inside by the time Anakin had finished with it and tried to turn it on.

The comm on her desk chimed and she flew over to answer. “Yes? What is it?” There was a request for docking from five ships, none of them with familiar transponder codes and all of them clearly of Mandalorian make. Roz smiled and granted them access. She had no doubt that Jango wouldn’t be far behind.

“Anakin!” She called. The boy came running into the room, wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

“Yes auntie?” Landing beside him she smiled and ruffled his hair, which made him pout.

“Go get cleaned up, quickly. There are some guests in the hangar and your buir should be right behind them.” Anakin whooped and ran off to get cleaned up, leaving Roz to smile warmly at his retreating back.

[Anakin]

Once he was properly washed and changed into the nice tunics his buir had bought him he followed Auntie Roz to the docks, feeling as if he was going to explode with excitement and joy. He was so happy that his buir was back and if he wasn’t heading straight for the medics it meant he wasn’t hurt! Anakin preferred when his buir came home in one piece, since he hated to see him hurt. It reminded him too much of the last time he saw his mom and then he got all sad and anxious…

When they reached the docks his buir was standing with a group of people, although Anakin didn’t really pay them any mind. He wanted to make sure his buir was there, real and whole. Running as fast as he could, ducking around the workers and other guests, he barreled right into his buir’s side, clinging to him as if he could be taken away at any moment. “Su’cuy buir!” ‘Hi dad!’ His buir let out a chuckle and pried him off, making him pout, before he was being lifted into the man’s arms for a proper hug.

All the conversation stopped and he could feel the curious eyes of the people his dad had been talking to. “Anade, ner ad Anakin.” ‘Everyone, my son Anakin.’ Smiling he waved at the group of armored individuals, staring at their armor in open curiosity and awe. “Anakin, anade.” ‘Anakin, everyone.’ Jango made a few hand motions that Anakin didn’t yet understand, since his buir said he needed to learn Mando’a before he could learn the Tigaan, or Mandalorian Hand Signs. After a moment of hesitation the other Mandalorians removed their helmets, except for one of them. They made a few small hand gestures at at his dad, who nodded respectfully back. The last Mandalorian kept their helmet on.

“Su’cuy gar, anade!” ‘Hello, everybody!’ Anakin said with a wide grin, happy that he could talk to them in Mando’a at least. The first Mandalorian, a purple Twi’lek, smiled at him.

“It’s nice to meet you, An’ika. Your buir told us all about you.” Anakin looked at his dad, eyes wide. His dad just chuckled and ran a hand through his hair to soothe his sudden embarrassment.

“Mand’alor, I’m sorry to interrupt but we need to talk about the ade.” His buir frowned and he could feel his mood turn from content/amused/joy to rage/sadness/determination. Flinching back slightly he looked the man in the eyes for a moment before giving him another hug.

“What are they talking about, buir?” Jango hugged him back, arms protective rather than smothering.

“Remember the hut’uune that took you?” Anakin nodded solemnly, his eyes going hard at the memory. “They took other kids too. We went to rescue them.” Anakin’s eyes widened and he began to shake slightly as he gripped his buir’s armor.

“D-did they have chips too? Can I go see them?” Buir felt hesitant and defensive in the force but his expression became calm and contemplative so he stayed still, almost wanting to hold his breath waiting for the answer.

“You can come with me to see them. But if I think you’re in danger and I tell you to go you will listen to me, An’ika. Tion suvarir?” Yes, he nodded, he understood. Buir set him down and took of his helmet, clipping it to his belt before taking Anakin’s hand.

They had some former slave children to help and Anakin would do his best to make them understand that Mandalorians were nothing to be afraid of. Mando'a Translations; Hut'uune- Cowards Tion suvarir?- Understand?

[starwarsfic]

II.2

Originally posted September 21, 2020

Summary: Obi-Wan was used to missions going badly--but being kidnapped by his long lost cousins was still unusual.

Details: Born a Mandalorian Obi-Wan. Sequel to I.19

CW: drugging, kidnapping

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Obi-Wan woke up on a ship. Kamino had been brimming with life, the sea and city full of it, and the sudden change was a shock to his system.

They were in hyperspace and there were two others on board, he discerned in a matter of moments. One was familiar--Jan'ika, Jango, his older cousin. They used to play games in the fields around his house, Jango teaching him all the things their buire didn't have time for, and he'd memorized the sense of him in the Force from when they played hiding games. The other he recognized after that as Boba.

They'd drugged him.

He sat up, looking around the small cabin, and let out a string of expletives in twelve different languages. His report to the Council was unfinished--he needed to inform them about this "clone army" and the clear danger it presented to the Order.

With a sinking feeling, he wondered if that was why he'd been captured.

Outside the room, Jango and Boba seemed to have noticed he was awake somehow (monitoring the noise in the cabin) and were coming towards him. He entertained the idea of overpowering them and getting to the cockpit, sending out a message on Jedi frequencies for help from the nearest Knights, but dismissed it. Jango didn't seem the type to leave him that sort of opening.

"Ob'ika," Jango greeted when he opened the door, Boba bounding in before him and slamming into Obi-Wan.

Not knowing what to do with his hands but hold Boba back, Obi-Wan thought he must look like a ridiculous picture, hugging Boba and glaring over his head at Jango. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"I'm rescuing you," Jango replied, in pointed Mando'a.

"The Kaminoans were planning something?" He kept to Mando'a himself, unsure if Jango would answer if he used Basic and not wanting to take any longer than he had to to get his answers.

"No." That confirmed his own feelings in the Force. "From the Jedi."

Obi-Wan stared, nonplussed. The conversation they'd had just before he'd been drugged came back to him and he gave an involuntary shudder.

"Let me send a comm to them, I'll let them know I'm still following a lead, they won't come looking for me right away," he lied, already composing the message in his head to include the right keywords.

Jango seemed to consider it, moving closer to them, gently stroking Obi-Wan's hair when he loomed over them. "Nice try, I almost believed it."

"What now?"

"We're going to Concord Dawn!" Boba explained, buzzing with excitement.

His one buir had been from there. And Jaster. And Jango. Who must see this as something like going home.

"Have you been there before, Boba?" Obi-Wan turned his full attention to the boy, not wanting to go in circles with Jango anymore.

"No! Have you?"

He shook his head. "No, I grew up in Keldabe."

Boba's eyes were wide. "In Manda'yaim?"

"Yes, my buire lived there to be nearer to your ba'buir."

Jango's hair slid to cup the back of his neck and Obi-Wan didn't need the Force to inform him of the possessive intent. "Your buir and dar'buir."

His eyes widened, even if his buire had divorced, it wouldn't mean that one of them suddenly wasn't his buir. The only way that would come about would be....

"Your dar'buir stole you from House Mereel. She was declared dar'Manda for such a crime."

"I didn't know that," he breathed out. "I'd thought...."

Maybe he hadn't let himself think too closely about it, he realized, because looking back on what little he remembered, it was suspicious. Just one of his buire speaking with the Jedi? Not being able to say goodbye to the rest of the Clan, even though it was so small?

"Boba, could you go start dinner?"

The boy slipped out of his arms at Jango's question, murmuring goodbye before heading out of the room, leaving the two of them alone. Jango's hand dipped down, running circles along his back, clearly trying to be comforting.

How could he be comforted, realizing that he'd been kidnapped? All the awful rumors about Jedi stealing children and they'd unknowingly done it with him.

Jango sat down on the bed beside him, leaning in so their foreheads were touching. Breath catching at the intimate contact, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, soaking up what little calm he could.

He had to find out everything before he could escape, so for now, he could play along.

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A/N: Requested by members of my discord

Mando'a: Jan'ika, Bob'ika, Ob'ika - Cutesy nicknames given to kids/loved ones/etc buir/buire - parent/parents (like a gender neutral mom/dad) ba'buir - grandparent dar'buir - former parent dar'Manda - a disgraced former Mandalorian