#myles x obi wan

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Does anyone know the fic where Obi-wan is a parent, and he gets employment as a weaver by a Mandalorian who later adopts him. Jango goes to the shop to buy a kute, meets Obi/Ben, forgets, and keeps going back. Obi/Ben's kid is cute too, and Jango is absolutely in love. there was even a little song about weaving and fish that Obi/Ben sang to his kid.

The wonderous @rhokitten put me the straight this one, thank deities! Here I was thinking Obi was parenting Luke or Anakin and dating Jango, but Obi-wan was the baby! It's Myles who's the parent and Jango's partner, Obi/Ben is a cuttie toddler.

This is Kir’manir—Or How Myles Became a Teen Dad! by Mithril_and_Acorns.

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[Podfic Link] | Length: 45 minutes, 31 seconds

Original Work: Dangerous Truths by kj_feybarn

Star Wars: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Myles the Mandalorian

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

“Ben,” Myles kept his voice calm. “I was looking for you.” Jango’s head whipped around, staring at Ben in shock. There hadn’t been time between stumbling on the fight and getting involved in the fight for Myles to explain just who it was they’d just found. Ben’s gaze darted toward the street again. “Why’s that?” Ben asked, tone not-quite conversational. He sounded exhausted, Myles noted, even with only two words to judge and Myles could hear the strange slowness to the words that came when a person was struggling to string a sentence together. Myles tapped at his ribs where the two lies lay. “Found a few scars on my body that hadn’t been there before.”

Notes: podded for @polypodweek 2024 with the author's permission!!

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[phoenixyfriend]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @threebea!

I think I tend to lean heavily into either a curiosity-raising short statement, or more commonly, something that establishes context and how it differs from the canon/where or when it takes place generally.

Like slamming a map down on a table and planting a "You are here" flag.

They Went to Live on a Farm (Ahsoka/Rex ambiguous relationship, & Wolffe)

She comes to the planet on public transport, safer now than she has been in years. She pays for a ticket, and hardly worries about bounties or Imperial inquisitors. She’s outlived that regime.

Shmi Acquires Some Teenagers... Sort Of (Shmi & Obi-Wan & Satine & Jango)

Shmi is twenty-eight years of age when she is purchased from Gardulla.

This Child of Ours (Shmi/Mace pre-ship, Mace & Anakin & Obi-Wan)

Shmi has been alone for a very long time.

Familiar Face (Face Me Now) (Anakin/Jango pre-ship, Jango & Myles, time-travel)

Skywalker stares.

Small Talk (Fox/Anakin/Padme)

It’s not how Fox expected anything to go, honestly.

Aspire to Be (Aspire to Do) (Padme/Kryze)

Padmé Naberrie is eleven years old the first time she encounters Duchess Satine Kryze.

yeah these kids are totally mine (Ahsoka/Jango, time-travel, ft. toddler Ferus and toddler Padme)

"He's mine."

A Wedding Night to Remember X-rated (Shaak Ti/Jango, history/fantasy au)

Lady Ti is the eldest unmarried daughter of one of the twelve noble houses of the Jetii.

(We Both Know Why) You Come to Me X-rated (Fox/Anakin, Anakin/Padme)

Skywalker’s breathing is heavy.

Lazy Morning X-rated (Mace/Anakin)

Rebuilding from the hell that Sidious had left behind was exhausting.

Tagging: @sergeant-angels-trashcan @itstimeforstarwars @thefoundationproject @noturusualpotato @other-peoples-coats @archangelsunited @loosingmoreletters @jebiknights @willowcrowned @yellowocaballero

[yukipri]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

I was tagged by @clembarbarossa. Thanks so much for the tag!

3 ships: Mnenfhnhfgh it's hard because I almost exclusively ship polyamory, so there's always gonna be rollover, but...I guess for 3 different "groups" of ships:

Clones x Obi-Wan (including but not limited to Cody, Fordo, and yeah let's throw in Jango too)

True Mandos x Obi-Wan (Jango, Myles, Silas, why not Jaster too)

Boba x Din x Paz (sandwich)

First ship: I started shipping far after I was into fandom as a whole, since I was a late bloomer when it comes to interest in fictional romance as a whole, but probably Qui-Gon x Obi-Wan?? (around 20 years ago lol)

Last song: Ask Me Why, by Joe Hisaishi, from the Boy and the Heron OST

Last film: Godzilla Minus One, Directed by Takashi Yamazaki (and I'll go see it again when the black/white version comes out in North America on 1/26/24!)

Currently reading: Triple Zero, by Karen Traviss (I'd almost finished it last year but Life happened and I had to stop, so re-attempting from the start)

Currently craving: Mosburger Mos Cheese (very specific burger from burger chain in Japan, and alas the US has nothing like it...)

I'm tagging genuinely anyone who wants a go, I'd love to get to know you better!

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Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the End, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID'd]

[ironhoshi]

"And when do we get to see your lovers?"

His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn't rise to the clear bait.

"They are in some meeting right now....and the rest of the day." Best to just go with the flow, not protest. Protesting the lovers comment would only lead to more teasing. Obi-Wan motioned for Aayla to follow him as he talked. "They are expecting us all for dinner. I must warn you," he glanced at Quin, "they will most likely pay more attention to Aayla than you." A small hand grabbed his suddenly, causing him to blink in surprise. He glanced down at the girl and was greeted with a warm smile. That wasn't exactly what he had meant with his hand motion, but it was fine. He had wanted to show her the rest of the room, which could wait just a moment. There was plenty of time to show her her new home. He smiled down at her. Maybe she'd like to visit the library or the garden next?

Actually, he realized, he had no idea what she liked.

Quin had never mentioned.

"That's fine. Aayla deserves to be spoiled, despite what the old folks think." Old folks? Oh, he must mean the Council. Obi-Wan's lips twitched with amusement. So disrespectful and warranted.

[generalobi]

I’m sure you’re busy and likely have already gotten prompts to continue it, but more of the Obi-Wan as a Minister on Melida-Daan please? Whenever you get a chance!

The hospital is in ruins. It took years for them to build it and all it took was one bomb to destroy it all.

Obi-Wan runs his hand along the scorched walls. Everything was here. Bacta, bandages, medications, rations, beds, their only surgery droid. And now it’s gone. Just like everything they built, this fragile progress took years to make and hours to burn. It’s a reminder of just how precarious their position is. MelidaDaan has barely recovered. All it would take is a spark.

“It was definitely the Elders,” Mal says, breaking the silence that had fallen over the Council at the sight of the hospital.

“Do you know why?” Obi-Wan asks.

“I know you should still be in bed,” Daria says, raising an eyebrow.

He ignores her, continuing his inspection of their temporary base. Setting up camp in a bombsite might not be the most comfortable, but it’s hardly the first time.

“They want war,” Mal says, “They want us out of the way, off “their planet���, so they can go back to killing each other.”

Eris traces meaningless patterns in the ash that’s settled over their meeting table. Obi-Wan allows Daria to steer him into a chair. Nield hasn’t moved from the doorway, eyes scanning the sky for threats.

Fragile. Obi-Wan hasn’t thought of his fellow leaders, of himself, as fragile for a long time. But they are. They’ve barely healed from the war, and every bit of progress they make is snatched from them by disaster. It isn’t fair, but nothing is.

“What pushed them to act?” he muses, mostly to himself.

“The presence of the Mandalorians,” Jyfn says, “We’re getting ready to rejoin the galaxy, telling our story.”

Mal grimaces, “I hate to say it, but Jyfn is right. They would’ve done this anyway, but the Mandlorian delegation sped up their timeline. It’s lucky for us, we know they’re serious and they didn’t have enough time to plan. They couldn’t truly devastate us on such short notice.”

Daria snorts, crossing her arms over her chest. She hasn’t stopped hovering since Prince Fett carried him and Nari out of the hospital two days ago. Obi-Wan would be annoyed, but he knows it could be worse. He could have all of them hovering, fussing and being general nuisances. (He scared her, he scared them all. He was almost sure he was going to die and he would’ve done it gladly, but he’s sorry for the pain he’s caused them.)

“This wasn’t devastating enough?” Eris murmurs, “Three people died, hundreds more will. We don’t have stockpiles of bacta, replacements for machines, or anywhere to keep those who are sick and injured. And we don’t have a trade deal anymore.”

“Yes, we do,” Obi-Wan says.

At the same time Mal says, “They would have bombed the Fortress, and the school, and the food stores. We’d starve quicker than we'll die without a hospital.”

Daria kicks his chair, just enough to jolt him, “Don’t be stupid.”

“Whatever they want to keep this deal,” Obi-Wan says softly, “we must do.”

“Within reason!” Daria snaps.

“We don’t know what they want,” he places a hand on hers, “It could be nothing more than the story. If it’s my withdrawal from the Council, then we may have to do it. And if it’s my imprisonment or-”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Neild says fiercely, whipping around to face them, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Obi-Wan. We won’t just give you up. We can survive this.”

“Can we? Look around, Nield, we need supplies. Do you know they carry bacta just for bruises? What we consider lifesaving is their basic medicine. Even if Mal’s strike is successful, and the threat is dealt with, there will be other threats. And we will still be without a hospital. My freedom, my life, is nothing in comparison to what we could gain.”

“It is everything,” Daria argues, “There is a difference between casualties of tragedy, and willingly sacrificing one of our own in the hopes that strangers keep their word and give us bacta.”

She isn’t wrong, but neither is he.

Obi-Wan sighs, running a hand through his hair, “We must talk to them, at least. We can only distract them for so long.”

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There are lots of ways Obi-Wan can present his story. He is a politician, a warrior, and a storyteller. He can twist the truth however he wishes, and he might try if he weren’t so tired. But he is. Force, he is so tired.

He brings a cup to his mouth with a trembling hand, scalding tea leaving a quiet calm in its wake. Daria hovers behind his chair, a weapon on her hip. He was too tired to argue. The Mandalorians track his movements, helmuts tucked under their arms. It is almost uncanny that people so warm can quickly become so cold. So suspicious.

“Perhaps, you should begin by asking your questions?” Obi-Wan suggests softly, cup rattling against saucer as he sets it down.

They exchange a look.

“Are you a Jedi?” the Manda’lor asks.

Daria’s knuckles are white on the handle of her knife. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself and sends a soft pulse of comfort towards her.

“Another simple question that is more complicated than you realise,” Obi-Wan muses, wishing for Jedi robes for the first time in a long time, “I was once a Jedi Padawan, seven years ago.”

“And you didn’t think it pertinent information to share?” Ser Myles says.

“He doesn’t owe you anything,” Daria snaps.

Obi-Wan rests a hand over hers, “It wasn’t pertinent. I am not a Jedi, I never achieved Knighthood. And you seem to forget that any atrocities committed by ancient Jedi were repaid in kind. I have more reason to fear three trained traditionalist Mandalorians than you do a half-trained Jedi.”

The Manda’lor considers him, “And how did you end up a half-trained Jedi on a wartorn planet in the Middle Rim?”

“Chance, perhaps?” Obi-Wan shrugs, “Or the Force. My Master and I were sent here on a mission, to retrieve another Master. She was injured and needed immediate medical attention, but I refused to leave the Young. My Master was in love with her, and his judgement impaired. He repudiated me and told the Jedi I was lost. I imagine I’ve been presumed dead, and a funeral held.”

It is the bare bones of the truth, the story without the emotion. He is too tired to give them his grief today. Daria squeezes his hand in comfort.

“So,” Jango says, “You left the Jedi, to help fight a war? And they just let you?”

“My Master just let me,” Obi-Wan corrects, “Master Jinn was a difficult man, with a difficult past, but the Jedi raised me and loved me. The blame does not lie with the organisation as a whole. It was Master Jinn, given responsibility he shouldn’t have had by Master Yoda. don’t mistake my life as another reason to let your hatred fester.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” Ser Myles says gently, as though Obi-Wan is fragile.

“No,” Daria agrees, because Obi-Wan is fragile today, “it doesn’t. But that’s not the point. The point is, the pin is in your hand. The ball is in your court. Obi-Wan has told you his story, and now it’s up to you to decide whether that story is good enough for you.”

[catsnkooks]

keep lying (to me) ch. 2: the touch

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jango Fett

summary: The Jedi Council has heard rumors of a Sith working closely with Mandalorians. They send newly knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi and Quinlan Vos to the heart Mandalore to investigate these rumors. Infiltrating Mandalorian society is harder than expected, especially if said society hates you because of a centuries-long conflict. But that’s nothing a little secret romance won’t fix. 

word count: 1.4k

rating: t

warnings: obi being a flirty lil shit, some cuss words

a/n: i rlly do love them. much love to the jangobi discord for helping me through this

previous chapter, next chapter

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Obi-Wan sat down beside Quinlan in the dim cantina and slid the datastick over to him. “There. Anything you could ever want to know about Mandalorian contact with Force users.”

Quin grinned and slid a drink to Obi in return. “I knew you could do it.” He plugged the datastick into his holopad and began filtering the information Obi-Wan gave him.

“Successful, boys?”

Obi-Wan looked up when Katrin approached their table, grinning and taking a swig of his drink. The alcohol burned pleasantly down his throat. “Of course. I'm always successful.”

Oche plopped down in the seat beside him. “Funny, that’s not what I remember happening last time,” she teased, her dark eyes twinkling.

Obi-Wan scoffed. “That was just one time.”

“Uh huh.”

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i wouldn’t change a single thing about you. every part of you was made for me to love

[alj4890]

May the Fourth Be With You Drabble

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a And Then I Met You Drabble.

A/N I am a big, we're talking huge, Star Wars dork. I also love the books by Jeffrey Brown showing Darth Vader as a father to little Luke and Leia. Since Thomas and Amanda have a set of fraternal twins after their daughter, Kathleen, in this AU; this idea came to me today.

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Masterlist

May The Fourth

Every few minutes there was some type of pounding of footsteps running past or squeals. An occasional argument could be detected, yet mercifully Thomas couldn't make out the words.

Of all the days, why had Amanda agreed to host a playdate between their three children and Addison and Matt's brood of five?

He tried once more to focus his attention on a potential screenplay he had been given. There were some scenes that he had difficulty picturing as the voices beyond his study door rose and fell like the tide.

He jumped when his door was thrown open and his son, Ian, burst in. Out of breath, the little four year old quickly shut the door and pressed his body to it.

"Ian, I thought I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." Thomas reminded him. "When that door is shut, it means I am working."

"Sorry." Ian whispered. "But it's May the fourth!"

Thomas merely blinked. "And?"

"And they're after me because I'm your son!" Ian gleefully explained.

"Who--"

Kathleen poked her head inside. "There you are! Hurry! We found a way past the guards!"

"Coming!" Ian dashed after his older sister.

Thomas softly groaned and shut his door once more.

Just as he was deep within another scene, he was startled by his youngest child peeping over his arm.

Four year old Elizabeth' s eyes narrowed at the paper in his hand. "Are those the plans?"

"Elizabeth," Thomas muttered. "Go play with your siblings and friends."

He made the mistake of looking at her face. Her big hazel eyes, so like her mother's, were filled with sadness when she turned toward him.

"But Daddy, it's May the Fourth!" She pointed at her hair made up with two small buns at her ears and the white nightgown she was wearing. "It's your turn!"

"Turn for what?"

"To be in the story!" Elizabeth took his hand and tugged. "Come on, Daddy!"

"I am working." He reminded her. "When I finish, I will come see what it is you're talking about."

"But then it will be too late!" She wailed.

"Elizabeth, I don't--"

Just then Ian appeared with a toy lightsaber.

"There you are, princess!" Ian said with all the drama worthy of being a director's son. "I'm here to rescue you!"

Elizabeth sighed. "You forgot to say who you are."

Ian's frown firmed at that. "I'm Luke Skywalker."

"And?" Elizabeth prompted.

"Oh! I came with Ben Kenobi."

"Obi-wan! Here!" She replied.

"Yeah." Ian grabbed her hand and tugged.

"Aren't you going to fight Daddy?" Elizabeth asked her twin.

"I don't fight him now. Mommy does." Ian explained.

"But, I'm with him." She looked up at their father.

Ian tilted his head too at this unexpected development. "But he isn't in costume yet!"

"Oh." Elizabeth's shoulders dropped. "Daddy! You have to change! Your part is coming up."

Knowing it was futile to keep arguing with these two, Thomas set the screenplay in his desk drawer."

"Those were the Death Star plans." Elizabeth said in a loud whisper.

"They were?" Ian's eyes widened.

Thomas's lips trembled with mirth. "It is fully operational."

Ian and Elizabeth's mouths dropped open at his deep voice reminding them what the Death Star was capable of. They both had to fight their giddiness at finally having their father play with them.

When Thomas followed them out, he saw the complete transformation of his home. The living room had multiple rolling chairs in different positions. A tan blanket covered the floor in one corner with stuffed Jawas strewn about.

He noticed his daughter, Kathleen, dressed in gold and moving like a robot with Addison's youngest, Myles, wearing a blue shirt and a silver mixing bowl on his head.

Michael and Marcus jumped out from behind the couch toward their two little sisters. Marcus was clearly Han Solo while his tall older brother was Chewbacca. Both of the Rodriguez girls were Storm Troopers.

As they made pew pew sounds while aiming toy guns at each other, he saw Ian help his twin up on a recliner. The two looked down while Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her brother.

Ian mimed throwing a rope at the ceiling fan. His little face scrunched in disgust when Elizabeth kissed his cheek.

"For luck." She told him.

The two jumped off the chair, neither able to hide their smiles as they ran off once more.

While dodging the Rodriguez battle, Thomas made his way upstairs.

"Stupid beard." He could hear his wife mutter in the master bathroom. "Why do men even bother?"

Thomas leaned against the doorframe and watched her try to loop the beard just so around her ears. She had on one of his old tan bathrobes with the hood pulled up to hide her dark hair in a bun.

She smiled when she noticed him. "There you are!" She kissed his cheek while hurrying to point out his costume she had prepared on the bed. "Hurry. Our big lightsaber battle is about to start."

"So I heard." He folded his arms. "I was trying to get some work in before we leave for Cordonia."

"But it's May the Fourth." Amanda replied, as if he should automatically know what that meant.

"Yes, our children have been repeating the date to me with each interruption." He reached out to straighten her lopsided beard. "Why does that matter?"

"May the Fourth?" She repeated. "May the Force Be with You."

"Ah." His children had become obsessed with the franchise. "And I'm Darth Vader."

"Well, not to point out the obvious," Amanda's smile brought his own out, "but you are the father of twins."

He snorted softly.

She wrapped her arms around him. "I know you wanted to work, but these moments we have with them are rushing by so fast. Soon they won't want us to play with them." She raised her hand to his cheek. "An hour or so won't matter with work but it will to them."

She had hit in the one area he could never say no to. If there was one group of people he would drop everything for, it was his family.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

She kissed him then burst out laughing when he told her she better shave before doing that again.

Within minutes he was dressed in all black, had a cape on, and the voice modulated Vader mask had been placed over his head.

Amanda tossed him a red lightsaber while snatching up a blue one.

"Just in case you forgot," her eyes twinkled with mischief, "I was trained in fencing by some of the best masters in Europe."

"Yes, but I'm the master now." He taunted back.

Her smile, so like the excited ones on their children's faces, brought out his own once more as he followed her downstairs.

All the children froze when they heard the familiar breathing sound.

"Rebel scum." He greeted with a slight bow. "Princess, shouldn't you still be in your cell?"

Elizabeth clasped her hands over her mouth while bouncing in excitement.

"You'll never get ahold of her again!" Ian yelled out. "Right, Marcus-I mean Han?"

"Yeah! Chewie and I are getting paid for this rescue." Marcus nudged his brother.

Michael tried to do the growl, causing Kathleen to giggle.

"Lord Vader!" Ashley and Ally saluted him. "We've rounded them up for you."

"Excellent." He replied. "Though I sense something I haven't felt in a long time."

"Get him Ben!" Ian cheered when his mother turned her lightsaber on.

All the children sat down and watched the two adults fight. The couple gave them a sparring match that had them cheering with each near blow.

Amanda winked at Thomas. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."

Lifting his lightsaber, he slowly brought it across her. She fell to the ground, his large robe hiding her body perfectly.

The children gasped. Ian, remembering that he was supposed to react to Ben dying, jumped to his feet and yelled out, no.

The rest of the time was spent with the kids in various rolling chairs, pretending to fly and dodge each other. Thomas remained behind his son until Michael and Marcus sneaked up behind him, sending his chair to spin as it rolled off into a corner.

After Elizabeth gave them medals, Amanda called an end to their playing by saying that lunch was ready.

Thomas collapsed on the sofa after pulling his mask and cape off. He wished he had thought to film their play. Each one had truly tried to be the characters they portrayed.

Amanda leaned over his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I shaved for you." She teased.

He chuckled while tugging her around to sit with him.

"Do you think they had a good time?" He asked.

The children's excited voices could be heard, each fighting for a chance to share their favorite parts.

"Very much so." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder. "They will remember this...always."

[ironhoshi]

"I'm here. I just…it was quiet," he finally said awkwardly. "And I guess I missed you." Then it happened. A distant sound. A faraway honk that he knew had escaped from Jango slipped through the call. His eyes widened. "...Myles."

"Yes, cyar'ika?" Forced innocence. He could picture the amused look on Myles' face perfectly.

"...are you in a meeting?"

Laughter was his response.

He did the only logical thing, he disconnected the call. How many people had heard his faint confession of loneliness? That was beyond embarrassing. Hopefully, it was just Jango, but judging from the time of day, well, it had probably been a roomful of advisors. Great. What was wrong with him? He slumped against the counter, head buried in his arms, and wondered if maybe he was coming down with something. That would explain why he felt so off, right? That thought plagued him until he returned home at the end of the day. It wasn’t until he was standing in the doorway of the Mand’alor’s bedroom that he really realized what he had thought of this place. He pressed a hand against the doorframe while he covered his face with his other hand. Gaze unfocused.

[ironhoshi]

Ah, yes, some good reads on this fine day.

 “Master Ti, does Vizsla have ties to Coruscant?”

 Shaak looks up with a blink of surprise, so it must not have come up in any of her Shadows’ reports. “Don’t tell me you’ve found something already.”

whoops this one is super long cause obi wouldn’t shut tf up and jango wouldn’t stop flirting

[ironhoshi]

An au of an au? Yes, I think I will.

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He bounced on his heels while he held the door open, anxious to get inside.  Quin was practically hanging off him while they both watched the group of Mandalorians leave the diner. That wasn't exactly strange, Obi-Wan thought, but it was odd. Normally when he visited Dex, well, those bounty hunters weren't there. Was it because they had snuck out of the Temple for late night pancakes? They usually visited earlier in the day. Quin had convinced him easily enough. Doughy things were his weakness. The texture of the soft discs of dough were like a cloud in his mouth. He liked to imagine about what they might taste like, but he knew he would never come close to the actual flavor in his mind.

Siri swore up and down pancakes tasted like happy memories, but she always said that with a strange twinkle in her eye. Garen merely shrugged when asked and said pancakes weren't his thing. 

A most unhelpful couple.

"You think that armor holds a lot of memories?" Quinlan breathed against his ear. Obi-Wan snorted and caught a helmet turn slightly towards them. Oh, kark, had they heard that? He promptly circled his fingers around Quin's wrist to stop him from reaching out. They didn't need to cause a scene. He only breathed easily when the Mandalorians were further down the walkway. He finally dropped his friend's wrist once he was positive the other wasn't going to run after the Mandalorians like a youngling chasing after Master Yoda's floppy ears.

"Come on, let's go see Dex." 

And see Dex they did. His back cracked loudly in the usual hug, but he found himself smiling anyway. 

Dex and his diner was always a comfort.

"Sit! Both of you. I have some new spices I want to try. Might as well waste them on you boys," Dex said in a half teasing tone. They did as ordered, all grins and excited energy. They hadn't been caught by a Knight yet! This might be an actual successful sneak out for once. Though, Obi-Wan figured Feemor would show up about the time their food arrived. He had a nasty habit of stealing food right off his plate before forcing them back to the Temple.

He'd worry about that when it happened.

Obi-Wan thanked Flo when she set some drinks down in front of them. "The usual, honey. Let me know if you need anything else!" 

Quin took a large swig of his drink and then sighed. Obi couldn't help snickering. Finding a soulmate was rare, Quin was chasing after a dream that would never happen. Siri and Garen were an anomaly. He saluted his friend with his own drink before taking a swig. 

Blaster fire- warm sunlight- the soil underneath his feet- something comforting- He promptly spit the mouthful of drink out right into his friend's face. Quin yelled horror. 

"What the frip, Obes?"

Oh, dear. He could taste and no one else was in the diner besides Dex and Quin… Well, that wasn't good. They were going to have to hunt Mandalorians. He groaned as he dropped his face into his hands.

[ironhoshi]

"I see you managed to return without problem," he finally said to the Jetii at the table. He forced his gaze towards the man, trying to stop his obvious staring at Ben. Quin merely gave a shrug and a smirk. That knowing look let him know he had been caught ogling. Well, that was fine, he wasn't ashamed.

"He gave Master Windu a massive headache," Aayla piped up helpfully. Jango wasn't sure why that was important information, but Ben got the strangest little smirk on his face, clearly pleased.

"But it got you as my Padawan early, didn't it?" Quinlan pointed his spork at the young Twi'lek. She merely made a face at him and leaned hard into Ben's side. Possessive. The man blinked in confusion, but promptly put his arm around her. Jango stole a glance with Myles and did nothing to hide his victorious grin. Ben would be an excellent buir.

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"Okay, but what happened to that fancy mask?" Quin rolled over onto his stomach and fixed his friend with a look. Actually, hadn't the other been wearing a vest when he left earlier? Obi glanced at him, eyes wide, and then he saw it. His mouth fell open in surprise. His sweet, innocent pirate had a love bite! "I think I know why that violet is smeared on your face," he practically sang out.

There was a beat of silence while Obes seemed to take a moment to catch up to his remark. Someone was highly distracted! He burst out laughing when a rude gesture was thrown his way finally. That laughter only grew while articles of clothing were shucked off with a sort of hurried motivation. Obi-Wan yanked on a far less fancy tunic, eyeliner smudging further in his haste.

"Wait, where are your boots?"