Jangoobi | SWpromptsandask

Not two are alike, I’m curious of what Jango was doing during the latest episodes of this fic. Tying lose ends on his side?

Posted on oktober 4, 2018 av swmoddy

Taking a deep
breath of the clean air, Obi-Wan let his eyes close as he enjoyed the
fresh air of Devaron.

He had been on many
planets but no one had felt like this before. This clean and wild
sensation, no pollution, the Force living through forest, animal and
people alike.

Oh there was some
pollution of course but not like Coruscant and just a touch wilder
than Alderaan even and that was a pleasure against his senses as he
could feel every sentient slowly mingle, Jedi and clones greeting
each others, getting to know each other just a bit more before they
had to do things.

There was just so
much to do.

Just so many things
to build and make room for.

The temple of Eedit
had been a shadow of the temple of Coruscant, run with few people but
now they were so may, millions and millions of clones all over along
with Jedi

So many children
everywhere you looked and the tanks would have to be kept on the
nursery ships for now because there was just no space to keep them
that would be safe and provide the power that the pods required to
keep the little ones healthy.

But they were
there, they could get it.

It was all a matter
of building and preparing.

Turning his head to
meet Alpha-17 eyes, Obi-Wan gave one of the oldest clones a small
smile and outright chuckled when the other grimaced at him before the
top trained and one of the older clones made a sharp whistling noise,
gesturing for a few of his vode to follow him.

They were going to
need some temporary shelter since not all the temple Eedit rooms were
usable for living just yet and that meant some tents for the older
vode with the younger ones bunking with the Jedi younglings.

It was a good thing
they did not mind doubling up a bit with the clones.

‘If its anything
like when I was young still than they might still sleep in those
piles.’ Obi-Wan thought wryly to himself, smiling softly to himself
as he lost himself to the more pleasant memories he had of his
younger time.

Curled up with Bant
and Garen, sharing the comfort, finding that his friends did not mind
the visions he could not suppress.

Arms curled around
his waist and pulled him back as a familiar armor pressed into his
back and Obi-Wan chuckled quietly. “And when did you get here?”
He asked dryly, not wholly amused with the man.

Letting out a hum,
Jango tightened his grasp a bit as he enjoyed Obi-Wan’s own armor.
“Yesterday. I was tying up some last ends before I joined you here with Boba, you
know how bounty hunters can be. You are one after all even if you
haven’t taken a job in years.” He drawled before pressing a soft
kiss to what little of the neck was exposed over the collar of the
armor, uncaring of who saw.

Which was most who
were out.

Not that it
mattered to either anymore that people knew.

The details they’d
keep, that they were taken could totally be known.

Sighing a bit,
Obi-Wan couldn’t help smiling when he saw Boba gather a bunch of
the younger clones and small giggling Jedi younglings to make up a
wee battalion of his own, a target already clear in sight.

Said target looked
oblivious and proved to be that as Qui-Gon Jinn was toppled with a
cry of victory lead by Boba as the man himself cried out in shock and
then laughed, playfully snatching one dark haired Fett youngling to
playfully wrestle as his ‘hostage’.

Which initiated a
round of negotiation.

Freedom for the
hostage and also some sweets for them which Jinn was more then happy
to provide as he lead a group of mixed clones of red and black away
with the Jedi of all colors in their little tunics.

One giant wookie
like human with a line of ducklings as he opened a crate to fish out
sweets for those of young ones who wanted them.

“So he’s the
one who could have been your master huh,” Jango stared at him,
frowning a bit. “Doesn’t seem so bad for a Jedi.” He wrinkled
his nose after saying that, as if he smelt something unpleasant.

“Not right now
no,” Obi-Wan agreed quietly, feeling the other tighten his grasp on
Obi-Wan. “But he was a different man once, not the one we see right
now. Time has changed him from the broken man he was when I was a
youngling myself. I don’t know if my life would have been better
with him…but I know it would have been lonelier.” He pressed his
hand over Jango’s, letting out a deep breath.

Jango rumbled
deeply but said nothing, both more comfortable in expressing those
emotions when it was just the two to hear it or maybe when Boba was
around. “For what its worth,” Jango nosed lightly at his hair.
“I’m grateful this is your life.” He murmured quietly into
Obi-Wan’s ear.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan
nodded. “I’m grateful too Jango, that you choose to remain in
it.” He sent him a small smile, ready to just bask in the sensation
of having made it this far.

Now they just had
to make it past the Sith and Senate.

Sweethoney: The secret of the implants is out and a number of Jedi are starting to smell and act upon the instincts of their secondary genders. Do they get new implants? Do they wish to?

Posted on september 24, 2018 av swmoddy

Settling a plate in
front of Obi-Wan, Anakin frowned a bit at his master. “So how come
no one has gotten the implant again?” He questioned before fetching
his own plate and sitting down at the kitchen table. As far as Anakin
could tell actually it seemed the opposite was true, several Jedi
from padawans to masters having them removed by the healers if they
weren’t already broken in battle on Geonosis.

Letting out a small
hum while picking up his fork, Obi-Wan waved it at his padawan.
“Because everyone now knows what is going on. There are those who
will want to keep them for their own personal comfort but most of the
Order is most likely going to remove their implants because now that
the galaxy knows, they want the galaxy to trust them. It was
different before when everyone thought that we just didn’t develop
a secondary gender.” He sighed a bit, peering at his plate and then
tryingly testing out the Tatooine cuisine Anakin had made for them.

Watching the other
with a small frown, Anakin smiled when Obi-Wan quickly took another
bite, obviously enjoying it. “Well I get that but why would the
fact that the rest of the galaxy knows change what we’ve done for…
well forever really?” Anakin didn’t want to have the implant
again himself really but he knew that there were those who most
likely wanted to keep their status to themselves and than there was
the fact how hidebound the traditionalists of the order could be.

Swallowing, Obi-Wan
nodded. “Yes but Jedi also want the rest of the galaxy to trust us,
that we’re being open about our secondary genders are a step to
show them that we are willing to concede to them. Though the Senate
is being a tad difficult…”

Grimacing, Anakin
nodded.

And hadn’t that
been a shock?

The way Palpatine
had looked at Anakin…

He hid his shiver
by taking a quick bite of his food instead. “They’re still
debating than if there’s should be leverages against the order?”
Anakin asked instead and sighed when Obi-Wan nodded.

He looked up when
Obi-Wan patted his arm gently, smiling at the blond. “Don’t worry
too much Anakin, our new friends wouldn’t let anything happen to
us.” He winked.

A wry grin crossed
Anakin’s lips at that. “Like your new mate?” He teased a
bit.

Blushing slightly,
Obi-Wan withdrew and cleared his throat. “Well yes, my mate too.”
He said meekly.

But he was smiling.

It was so different
to see Obi-Wan smile like that, his neck and ears flushing as Jango
was discussed or when the man arrived in the temple.

So it was
disconcerting to know that the man had killed Jedi but Anakin had to
admit after hearing about Galidraan he couldn’t… well he didn’t
exactly blame the man.

And when he was
around Obi-Wan the only thing he could get off Jango was the intense
urge to protect.

Hell, the way Fett
looked at any omega in the order made it clear the alphas instincts
were strongly protective.

‘Does that mean
others can get mates too?’ Anakin wondered to himself while chewing
on some of the spicy meat he had made.

Sweethoney: The secret of the implants is out and a number of Jedi are starting to smell and act upon the instincts of their secondary genders. Do they get new implants? Do they wish to?

Posted on september 24, 2018 av swmoddy

Grimacing, Anakin
nodded.

And hadn’t that
been a shock?

The way Palpatine
had looked at Anakin…

He looked up when
Obi-Wan patted his arm gently, smiling at the blond. “Don’t worry
too much Anakin, our new friends wouldn’t let anything happen to
us.” He winked.

A wry grin crossed
Anakin’s lips at that. “Like your new mate?” He teased a
bit.

Blushing slightly,
Obi-Wan withdrew and cleared his throat. “Well yes, my mate too.”
He said meekly.

But he was smiling.

It was so different
to see Obi-Wan smile like that, his neck and ears flushing as Jango
was discussed or when the man arrived in the temple.

So it was
disconcerting to know that the man had killed Jedi but Anakin had to
admit after hearing about Galidraan he couldn’t… well he didn’t
exactly blame the man.

And when he was
around Obi-Wan the only thing he could get off Jango was the intense
urge to protect.

Hell, the way Fett
looked at any omega in the order made it clear the alphas instincts
were strongly protective.

‘Does that mean
others can get mates too?’ Anakin wondered to himself while chewing
on some of the spicy meat he had made.

going off of that one anon, i would like to see some fluff of jango admiring obi’s blessed-by-the-gods thunder thighs?

Posted on september 23, 2018 av swmoddy

The term thunder
thighs was designed to be insulting but if it was up to Jango he
would say that thunder thighs were the source of his greatest
fantasies and by the First Light if Kenobi didn’t have a pair of
the best thighs in the entire galaxy.

You could tell that
even when he was fully dressed up in Jedi paraphernalia, tunic and
leggings covering up those obviously strongly muscled thighs that
Jango could easily imagine lifting the other man via to feel the warm
and hard flesh of it in his grasp.

He could easily
imagine kneading it while Kenobi whined for breath, his mouth wide
open and his head tipped back against a wall as Jango rutted between
powerful thighs that he could hold open as he massaged the tight
cords sinfully put together thighs.

Okay so obviously
Jango was a leg man but you had to give him credit where credit was
due because the sensory imagination he was creating to himself as he
thought how those thighs would cradle him close and flex with power
was enough to fuel the wet dreams of an entire cloister of chaste
nuns and the matching monastery of praying priests.

Of course then he
does actually get between those thighs, gets to lavish kisses and
bites along strong muscles on the inside of pale thighs, feel the
flex of them as he does indeed rut between those thighs and bring
Kenobi ever closer to outright whimpering in needy pleasure.

And oh its even
better than he imagined and he must be radiating some kind of
smugness because Skywalker looks like he’s ready to violently
murder Jango in an alley, kriff whatever deal the Republic has with
him and the only thing that really holds him back is Boba who will
pop up behind Jango from time to time curiously.

Jango can even see
Skywalkers eyes narrow in on him, his hand inching towards his saber
before falling on Boba, his hand instantly going lax.

Well its good to
know that at least Skywalker has that much restraint Jango muses even
as he takes note of Commander Cody’s unhappy expression as he
obviously does not approve either of his General’s canoodling with
their template.

Which is frankly a
bit hilarious to Jango considering that means Cody has gone from awe
at Jango being around them and working with them and Kenobi to
disapproving of Jango being around said Jedi in under a week heh.
‘Someones protective~’ Jango thought to himself even as he made
Kenobi blush by doing a rather suggestive thumb caress to his own
lips, smirking over the glove at the Jedi.

The thing though…

Its hard to fuck
with someone and not start to care about them.

Its close to
impossible to both fuck and fight alongside someone and
not care about them a little bit and by the time Jango register the
fondness his mind takes for Kenobi it is already too late and he’s
in to deep as he presses a gentle kiss to a scrape on the redhead’s
knee.

Its not just Jango
knowing what he likes anymore and blowing off steam as he
affectionately nuzzles a stubbled cheek against taunt thigh muscles
with his fingers rubbing where thigh meets hip to tease sensitive
nerves which has Obi-Wan hitching his breath in desperation for the
touch to go higher, to become more.

No Jango needs to
see Obi-Wan come home now actually.

Needs to hear he’s
stepped onto a transport ship and has come back to camp, safe and
sound or at least into the care of vode who would look after him and
the day he catches Obi-Wan teaching Boba how to make a flimsi space
craft to throw into a glide, a silly little activity to pass time
really, that’s when he knows for sure.

He went from
passing time with thunder thigh pleasure to falling in love with a
Jedi who had the benefits of also having a pair of beautifully strong
thighs made to cradle Jango as he held him close and stole kisses,
Obi-Wan’s hand cradling the back of his head as he clung on with
strong thighs wrapped around Jango’s hips.

Well, Jango’s karked but maybe that’s not so bad.

going off of that one anon, i would like to see some fluff of jango admiring obi’s blessed-by-the-gods thunder thighs?

Posted on september 23, 2018 av swmoddy

Jango can even see
Skywalkers eyes narrow in on him, his hand inching towards his saber
before falling on Boba, his hand instantly going lax.

The thing though…

Its hard to fuck
with someone and not start to care about them.

No Jango needs to
see Obi-Wan come home now actually.

Well, Jango’s karked but maybe that’s not so bad.

You know what has been continued in a while? NoTwoAreAlike. How’s the evacuation going? The building? Did Palpatine notice yet? Did he question Anakin? Is someone (Mace/Jango/Obi-Wan/someone else) swooping in to save Anakin from his inability to politik/lie or does he screw it up? How do the clones feel about everything going on??? Thanks for all the great stories!

Posted on september 4, 2018 av swmoddy

Something has
changed but the problem is that no one knows what.

The entire Senate
however feels it, something on Coruscant, something vital has
changed.

Its like the
rumbling of a stamped of an animal flock as they rush from danger and
yet that is obvious, you can see the animals as they stamped away or
towards an area, stamped from the predators trying to eat them.

And yet, here they
can’t.

Sheev is not sure
what is going on, what has changed, what has happened but something
tells him its the Jedi.

But he does not
know what.

Frowning at the
temple, he rubbed his chin while listening to the bickering of the
senators in his office as they had brought forward a peace treaty.

Maybe he should
invite Skywalker, the boy always volunteered information with ease
and it wouldn’t be the first time he got a useful insight into
temple going that he could use. He of course did not have the easiest
time with ‘Al’verde’ running around ruining stuff for him but
you win some you loose one.

‘And in the end,
he’s going to fall with the Order as I activate the orders anyhow.’
He smirked at the window before hearing a throat clearing behind him.

“Ah, Chancellor?”

‘Ugh, time to
deal with the plebeians.’ He thought, resisting the urge to roll
his eyes as he turned his chair and gave a grandfatherly smile to
them all. “Ah, yes, I understand the worries of all, this war is
draining us all.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk
as he continued to offer the words they all wanted to hear.

So easy.

How had no one
beaten Sidous to the punch honestly was a miracle.

()()()

Looking around the
almost empty salle with some confusion, Anakin rubbed at the back of
his neck before looking at Windu. “So tell me again what you want
me to do?” He questioned.

The korun hummed,
watching two knights spar as they sat on the bench.

The man had come
looking for Anakin in particular and taken him away from his training
with Ahsoka to speak to him but honestly Anakin was having some
trouble understanding what he wanted.

“I need you to
tell the Chancellor that the temple is bursting with activity.” He
repeated, peering at Ahsoka as she trained alone.

“Okay, but why?”
Anakin rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Because
somewhere in the Senate, there is a traitor. Someone wants to do the
temple harm and we need to get everyone to safety and to be far gone
with our youngest and the most valuable of the temple before they
discover what we are doing.” The councilor explained patiently,
peering at Anakin.

Frowning a bit,
Anakin nodded slowly while rubbing his chin.

He had never
particularly trusted the Senate, most of them were a bunch of sharks
scenting blood in the water as Padme had once said. “You think he will repeat the
information to others and therefor no one will discover we’re
leaving Coruscant yet.”

Mace nodded. “He’s
the Chancellor, if you repeat it to him in his office, than the
likelihood of Amedda at least hearing it is high. From there the
information travels through the Senate, especially if the door is
open as I know it sometimes is. Aids and secretaries gossip. Can I
trust you with this Skywalker? We need to bring our creche to safety
at the very least and we still need at least another week to ensure
their safety is guaranteed.” The man said quietly but intently,
staring at him.

Straightening up,
Anakin nodded seriously. “Yes, of course. The younglings need us to
look after them. I’ll tell him that we’re going on all blasters
but…” He hesitated.

Windu raised a brow
to his bald head, visibly turning curious as they both ignored the
yell from the other end of the large salle as one of the knights
finally yielded. “But what?”

“Captain Rex
informs me that Coruscant already knows somethings happened.”
Anakin explained. “Something is different though no one knows what,
but most point to the Jedi temple for whatever reason… what should
I say?” Anakin frowned at him in worry, thinking about all those
younglings that needed to get to safety, the older Jedi members who
couldn’t fight.

The injured.

Frowning too now,
Mace closed his eyes. “…Tell them we had a collapse in the temple
but that we’re fixing it. Its not too out of character, the Jedi
temple is old, say its the foundation far below in parts of the
temple that hasn’t been used in ages.” He finally settled on.

Nodding slowly,
Anakin waited to see if the other had more for him before standing
and bowing, dismissing himself to go back to Ahsoka.

‘Well… our
future is uncertain but interesting at least.’ He thought to
himself even as he worried about lying to Sheev.

He’d apologize,
the man would surely understand the need to protect the young ones,
Anakin was certain of that.

You know what has been continued in a while? NoTwoAreAlike. How’s the evacuation going? The building? Did Palpatine notice yet? Did he question Anakin? Is someone (Mace/Jango/Obi-Wan/someone else) swooping in to save Anakin from his inability to politik/lie or does he screw it up? How do the clones feel about everything going on??? Thanks for all the great stories!

Posted on september 4, 2018 av swmoddy

Something has
changed but the problem is that no one knows what.

The entire Senate
however feels it, something on Coruscant, something vital has
changed.

And yet, here they
can’t.

Sheev is not sure
what is going on, what has changed, what has happened but something
tells him its the Jedi.

But he does not
know what.

Frowning at the
temple, he rubbed his chin while listening to the bickering of the
senators in his office as they had brought forward a peace treaty.

‘And in the end,
he’s going to fall with the Order as I activate the orders anyhow.’
He smirked at the window before hearing a throat clearing behind him.

“Ah, Chancellor?”

So easy.

How had no one
beaten Sidous to the punch honestly was a miracle.

()()()

Looking around the
almost empty salle with some confusion, Anakin rubbed at the back of
his neck before looking at Windu. “So tell me again what you want
me to do?” He questioned.

The korun hummed,
watching two knights spar as they sat on the bench.

The man had come
looking for Anakin in particular and taken him away from his training
with Ahsoka to speak to him but honestly Anakin was having some
trouble understanding what he wanted.

“I need you to
tell the Chancellor that the temple is bursting with activity.” He
repeated, peering at Ahsoka as she trained alone.

“Okay, but why?”
Anakin rubbed at the back of his neck.

Frowning a bit,
Anakin nodded slowly while rubbing his chin.

Straightening up,
Anakin nodded seriously. “Yes, of course. The younglings need us to
look after them. I’ll tell him that we’re going on all blasters
but…” He hesitated.

Windu raised a brow
to his bald head, visibly turning curious as they both ignored the
yell from the other end of the large salle as one of the knights
finally yielded. “But what?”

The injured.

Nodding slowly,
Anakin waited to see if the other had more for him before standing
and bowing, dismissing himself to go back to Ahsoka.

‘Well… our
future is uncertain but interesting at least.’ He thought to
himself even as he worried about lying to Sheev.

He’d apologize,
the man would surely understand the need to protect the young ones,
Anakin was certain of that.

An update on Anakin in warriorculture? Does he get to meet Duke Fett?

Posted on august 28, 2018 av swmoddy

“The child is
well than?” Jango questioned while stirring some cream into his
caff, relaxing into the booth.

It was very special
to be able to sit at a diner and get no looks, not having guards
everywhere, just hearing people and skycars going around.

But this Dex was a
friend of Obi-Wan apparently and was wandering around, having given
them the booth with the best shielding so not many would see them
unless they came right up to the clearly taken booth and looked at
them.

Obi-Wan smiled
wryly. “Yes, little Anakin is doing wonderful. He gave me a hug
just yesterday when I returned because he wanted to thank me,” He
tapped his nail on the rim of his cup. “Friendly little thing
though I get the feeling he’s gonna get rather tall with correct
feeding.” Obi-Wan chuckled.

Jango smirked and
took a sip of his caff, humming at the flavor with surprised
pleasure.

He had expected
diner sludge but this was actually a rather nice caff blend.

He took a moment to
wonder if it was a nod from Dex to Obi-Wan, giving them the good
treatment or if he really served this good a coffee all the time.

“The creche is
most likely going to keep him in the temple for the next six month to
allow him time to adjust to the temple, his new life and the routines
before they allow him to leave the temple for any adventures like
excursions with the classes to museums.” Obi-Wan mused out loud.

Jango figured as much but he didn’t say that, only settled his free hand on Obi-Wan’s wrist to gently stroke
the inside of it with his thumb in an intimate fashion.

He was thrilled to
see the others ears turn red but his lips quirk into a pleased smile.

Jango would be sad
to see it go when he informed Obi-Wan of what Bo-Katana had seen. “I
do unfortunately have some bad news though,” Jango finally said,
settling his cup down so he could wrap both his hands around
Obi-Wan’s in a comforting touch.

And there the smile
went away and a furrow appeared between Obi-Wan’s brows with worry
sparking off in those beautiful eyes Jango adored and loved. “Oh
no, what is it?” He leaned forward, ducking their heads together.

Sighing a bit,
Jango stroked the warm skin. “When you left the ship, I had Bo
follow you and your master,” Jango confessed, smiling when the
other rolled his eyes in an ‘obviously, go on’ motion. “However
she took note of someone else also following you. A red skinned
zabrak with black tattoos, she had never seen him before and he did
not seem friendly though she dared not approach him in fear of
alerting him to her. He seemed young, around your age she would wager
with rather defined jaw Bo thought but he was wearing black and had a
hood up the entire time so it was hard to tell for her.”

He watched as
Obi-Wan blinked and then turned thoughtful, the sounds of the other
diner guests filling the space along with the droid servers rolling
past.

After several long
minutes Jango spoke again. “You don’t know anyone by that
description do you.” He stated more than questioned.

Slowly Obi-Wan
shook his head. “I know of zabraks, I know several in the temple
but… none of them are of red skin and have black tattoos. The lack
of proper description does hinder me a bit but… no, I don’t know
of any red skinned and black tattooed zabraks that should have issues
with me.” He frowned deeply.

That was indeed
troubling, this very unknown element tracking Obi-Wan… or maybe…

Jango glanced
around the diner but didn’t take much stock in that he could not
see the zabrak. You could always use binoculars from a distance to
follow someone. “Maybe its not you but your former master?” He
tried.

Obi-Wan shrugged,
letting out a sigh. “That is a potential, Qui-Gon can piss people
off,” He chuckled before mutely staring at Jango for several
moments. “However I get the feeling that it is me and that I should
be on guard.”

Jango stared at his
Obi-Wan, itching to reach out as those dreaded words escaped his
lips.

“I have a bad
feeling about this Jango.”