(okieeeee not sure how to describe this in a way that makes sense but this drawing by @bureau-pinery will alas not actually happen in All We Have is Hunger, for reasons™ but tosh, @atelier-dayz and @mandalorianbrainweasel all had something to say about jango getting to kiss obi-wan in his makeup and i am a weak, weak man. SO here are two separate little UA takes on how that kiss could have gone, if i could have worked them into hunger-canon (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) which i couldn’t because: pining. i need them to keep pining into the sequel. you don’t understa–
(also you sort of need to have read hunger ‘verse up through chapter 6 to understand these T◡T srrys)
ca. chapter 6
Jinn carries Maul’s corpse out of the Theed power generator on his back despite the blistered wound across his ribs, and doesn’t quite look at Obi-Wan walking beside him, despite having given Obi-Wan his cloak as a sort of shock blanket.
Which is a little ridiculous considering he’d had no problem looking when Maul had Obi-Wan on his back, one foot crushing his shoulder into the floor as he tauntingly held the end of his lightstaff inches from his throat. In Jinn’s defense, he had been struggling not to fall into the melting pit at the time, only an arm and his eyes visible over the edge as he had to watch Maul leer down at Obi-Wan as if deciding what best way to tear him apart.
In Obi-Wan’s defense, Jinn had only managed to pull himself back onto the catwalk after Obi-Wan had dislocated his own shoulder wrenching it out from underneath Maul’s boot, and after he had stabbed Jinn’s lightsaber under Maul’s raised arm right through his chest to the other side. Zabraks have two hearts, Obi-Wan had learned while fighting Savage, and knew he’d hit both of Maul’s when he released a single breath and dropped at Obi-Wan’s feet.
Though injured himself, Jinn had reset Obi-Wan’s shoulder and fashioned a sling out of his obi belt, and Obi-Wan had not protested when he draped his Jedi robe around him. He made no offer to carry Maul.
The pilots haven’t returned by the time they reach the hangar, but there are heaps of deactivated B1 droids scattered between it and the throne room, so they must have succeeded in taking out the control ship. Reaching out with the Force, Obi-Wan can tell Padmé has already subdued Gunray, and he’s just relieved they don’t have to run anywhere else; if he had his way, he’d never have to do more than a brisk walk for the rest of his life.
Captain Panaka sees them first as Obi-Wan leads them into the throne room, where the Guard is cuffing Gunray and Haako to each other and Padmé is already delegating tasks to the other humans swarmed around her desk.
“Messere Naberrie!” Panaka calls with relief, all heads jerking in Obi-Wan’s direction while Jinn bends down to lay Maul on the floor by one of the columns as respectfully as possible. Obi-Wan doesn’t wait for him, making his way to the other Naboo and trying not to look like he’d just been through hell. Panaka and Jango break away from the group, Panaka hurrying down the chamber to help Jinn, but Jango heads right for Obi-Wan, unbuckling his helmet from under his chin as he goes.
“Are you alright?” he demands, and Obi-Wan’s mind flatlines.
His curls are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his scowl is terrible, and Obi-Wan can almost hear him swearing Jinn out in his mind, but no one’s ever looked at Obi-Wan like that.
When Jango pauses with a confused frown, Obi-Wan keeps walking, because, kriff it, he’d just almost died again and he doubts Jango’s going to stick around on Naboo very long once his contract is up, and he’s always been stupid for brown eyes dark enough to ground him.
Besides, he’s still got one working hand to set behind Jango’s neck and gently pull him forward, and two working ears to hear Gunray choke and make a sound like he’s dying.
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ca. chapter 4
When the Queen invites Jango to her quarters that night, with their arrival to Naboo looming the next morning, he pretends he hadn’t known she would ask to extend his contract. Obi-Wan stands off to the side in a new set of silky lavender tunics with his hair pulled up away from the high collar, and shoots him a smug wink when Jango takes his seat across from the Queen. Or, the one that had him sign the contract the last time, at least.
No one in the room seems surprised when he agrees to the new contract, to continue to keep the royal party safe until the occupation is dealt with or both the Queen and her advisor are dead. As if Jango would let that happen.
Obi-Wan follows him when everything has been signed and filed away, smiling as he gently grabs Jango's wrist to change his course from the sleeping quarters towards the galley instead, with the murmured promise of alcohol. Somehow, his grip is already loose enough that it doesn’t set off Jango’s instincts to free himself from whatever the kriff is around his wrist, but, tearing his eyes from their hands back to Obi-Wan’s face, Jango realises there’s no “somehow” about it. Because, of course, Obi-Wan already knows.
Jango shoves the part of his mind that sounds an awful lot like Arla back into its box, and lets this stupid, beautiful man lead him down the stairs to the deck below. Of course he already knows.
He almost expects it, when Obi-Wan barely enters the room before turning and gently pushing him against the wall next to the door. Jango hadn’t realised at the start of this contract what an eventful hub the galley would become, and he’s honestly going to miss it a little bit, after he leaves Naboo. After Obi-Wan is no longer a foot away, looking at him like he’s trying to decide if he wants to drown in this.
Being able to count all your relationships on your hands doesn’t exactly give you the widest range of experiences, and though he’s rarely been the one against the wall, Jango likes to think he’s got a pretty good idea of what to expect by now. Yet, it still startles him when Obi-Wan closes the space between them just to press that fondly-exasperated smile against his lips and then stay there — which is around the time Jango’s mind finally catches up to this being a thing that’s actually happening, that this stupid, beautiful man knows what he’s doing.
And Jango isn’t quite sure how it happens, but by the time either of them think to pull away, he has a hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, red locks spilling over his fingers as the wooden pin holding it all up comes loose. Kiss-drunk is a good look on him, Jango thinks, wet lipped and slightly dazed as his hair falls down around his face, though Jango can’t fathom how absolutely none of his makeup had smeared.
“We haven’t even started drinking yet,” Jango mutters breathlessly, just to see Obi-Wan’s whole face twist up even as he tries to tamp down an equally-breathless grin.
“Oh, yes, very classy, Jango,” he grouses, but does nothing to dislodge Jango’s hand, or to pull away.
Smirking, Jango swipes his thumb over Obi-Wan’s deceptively-chapped bottom lip. “You’re the one that kissed me, or'dinii.”
Obi-Wan scoffs, and drops a kiss onto Jango’s open palm. “Stop calling me names, and I might still give you a drink.”
So many of your WIPs are intriguing but Obi-Wan having a crisis in this space soap opera life will never not be funny! Alternatively tell me about Menace: loyalty? — MandalorianBrainWeasel
obes has a crisis, codes needs lovin
Despite his best efforts, part of Obi-Wan had managed to forget that Commander Cody—and Alpha One-Seven before him—was no older, no more experienced, no more mature than the rest of his brothers. He rarely spared a thought for Jango Fett, but in that instant, Obi-Wan nearly recoiled from the realization that he had subconsciously been equating them, in a way.
The wit and serenity and professionalism and sheer skill of his marshal commander had him fooling himself, he understood with a sick jolt. In an attempt to respect Cody as an adult and officer, Obi-Wan had forgotten his very real youth, even younger than his own grandpadawan.
He could not forget it again, looking at Cody standing in the corridor with the symbol of the Republic stamped onto his chest and his vulnerable little toes digging through black blasterweave into the cold metal of the floor. Obi-Wan had never seen that tell of his before. He wasn’t even positive, before that very moment, that Commander Cody ever really felt nerves in the same way that others of his age—of either of his ages—so frequently did. He had his answer now, he supposed.
Cody squared his shoulders and tilted his head up a tetch to meet his eyes, saying, “May I speak with you privately, General?”
Menace's—@menac-ika's—prompt is actually "devotion" and Quo's is "loyalty", so I'm not sure which one to talk about ^^;
Sibling-like Jango&Depa? “ungodly amount of alcohol” — MandalorianBrainWeasel
Hewwo!!! I hope I did this justice. @mandalorianbrainweasel (I am assuming that since you put your username here you’d like credit for the prompt.)
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“How are you still standing?” Jango asks deliriously, swaying and trying to figure out which of the three Depa’s he’s seeing is real.
“Someone’s gotta get us out of this mess!” Depa snarls as she ducks another shot and crouches behind some fallen masonry. Jango continues to sway, blinking hard at the walkway in front of him until Depa grabs him by the arm and yanks him down beside her. The violent movement causes his stomach to lurch uncomfortably. “Don’t you dare throw up on me,” Depa warns.
As she peeks her head over the stone, Jango stares at his hands. There are four now. No, that’s wrong. Somehow. Anyway. “But how? You had more than me!…a…a truly…ungodly amount of alcohol.”
Depa sniffs haughtily, stepping back to counter several shots with her saber. “It’s not my fault you’re a lightweight, little bucket-head.” She kneels back down next to him and unholsters his gun, shoving it unceremoniously into his hands. “If you can manage big words, you can manage a blaster. C’mon, cover my back.”
As he trips after her, Jango does his best not to puke and yells, “we are so not telling Dad and Mace about this, right?”
Yo!! Hey Messere!!!!! Cody/Kit??? Give me the tea!!
HONHONHON YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU’VE GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO @mocha-bear
originally dumped this on tosh @bureau-pinery like. three months ago. and then promptly forgot about it.
this came about because i was working on a secret project that i’m still working on verrrrry slowly where obi-wan and cody are super close but obi is paired off otherwise, and my adhd brain deadass went “i like cody’s chestplate oh yeah haha kit fisto always has his abs out haha their chests look similar” and then imagined them standing next to each other and then thought about them both being competent bastards and would get along so. well.
i’ve sort of always seen kit as one of obi’s close jedi friends, especially on the council/for sparring, so like just IMAGINE the sorts of long-suffering looks kit and cody could exchange. kit would be SO GOOD at nonverbal cues (ask me about my nautolan headcanons sometime) and cody lives most of his life in his bucket, they would manage entire conversations without even hand signals (toying with an alt idea that kit is the only one that knows cody is force sensitive and a lot of their “nonverbal” convos are them just fucking with everybody else because no one else can understand them)
otherwise, i think of them as a super lowkey couple, like partly because they’re rarely deployed together but also just who they are, they aren’t overtly affectionate or romantic in public or on the clock, they’re both really good at keep a professional distance, to the point nobody ever expects them to be together. they’re certainly not hiding it, and if anyone asked cody what he does on leave, or if he’s going steady with someone, he has no problem name dropping general fisto, partly just to see their reaction. it’s sort of a GAR-wide joke that the battalion commanders end up with their Jedi in some romantic capacity (what with BlyLa, Mace/Ponds, RexWalker, etc), and because CodyWan are like edging on the level of closeness obi-wan has with anakin, everyone just assumes they’re together? and kit and monnk are pretty close, but again, it isn’t really as obvious as cody and obi make it. so when people waggle their eyebrows and ask if kit is shacking up with one of the clones, expecting to be monnk or someone from his battalion, kit takes great pleasure in happily answering “commander cody!” but whether or not the asker BELIEVES him is another matter entirely
because they’re not often fighting on the same field together, there’s next to know fandom-typical fighting with and rescuing and battle angst (which makes my angst heart a lil sad), and most people just never see them interact? but off the clock, they like to read together ‘cause they’re NERDS and some of those nautolan headcanons involve physical closeness. i for some reason have always seen the both of them as good with a bo staff, so they spar a lot too, i like to think kit has a private salle near his rooms at the temple because he does a lot of battle/dynamic meditation, so they don’t usually spar where others can see them. like they’re a very low romance couple, they mostly just like existing near each other and learning from each other, and hey, sleeping on a nautolan’s chest while you float in a pool is like. really nice.
I want to say B but it’s probably actually a C! I don’t look for it and I don’t really notice it on tags, but I swear to fuck if I live through one more piece of media where they BREAK UP and go their SEPARATE WAYS at the end I will RIOT
(I do love a good found family (ahem starship crews anyone) but it’s less important to me as the focus of the fic)
Hmmm, sort of a C+/B- situation? It's fine, can be really fun sometimes, but can also be dreadfully trite a lot of other times lol won't turn me off but not a tag I ever specifically search for
