Jangoobi

Sweethoney, reeeaaally? So, how many of the ‘scentless’ Jedi ARE omegas?? And how many of the clones landing in the arena are knocked out of their socks by the sudden scent of omegas in peril?? (If the Force, like Murphy, is a bitch, more than one older implant will be hit?)

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Oh karking sweet
stars above.

Jango can hardly
focus on the Geonosians around them, can hardly shoot straight as he
fights the urge to flip out or gag and throw up, the scent of several
omegas dead around him something he can not and will not
ignore as he huffs and shoots with his back to Obi-Wan’s as much as
he can.

Occasionally
however his back will be to another Jedi and though he wants to raise
hackles, mid-fight is not the time for it as he continues to weave
and dodge and hit true aim on the bugs because there are omega
Jedi in the station that’s been killed.

He can smell a few
alphas too, hear them because regardless if they are scentless, they
can smell their fallen members and it seems an alpha Jedi is
not so different from Jango after all as he spots a human quickly
swipe her hand over the pulse point of an omega in the sand before
snarling loudly and taking the head off one of the Geonosians before
forcefully checking herself.

He reminds himself
of that when he stands there in the tight circles of Jedi that are
doomed, huffing deeply to remind himself he has his mate at his back.
Reminding himself to stay true because he has a mate now even if said
mate is Jedi and Count Dooku’s offer is no longer as tempting as it
once was as Obi-Wan kneels by a Jedi to check on their status.

And then Jango’s
clones enter the battlefield and oh they turn the tide with ferocious
snarls that would freeze the blood in the veins of lesser alphas.

Because they too
can smell.

And they were made
for the Jedi.

They aren’t mated
to any of them but they react just as Jango does, the hind alpha mind
telling them everything they need to know. There are omegas in danger
and some already dead or requiring medical aid.

And they will get
them to safety and get the injured medical aid.

Its kind of a blur
after that Jango has to admit, the presence of too much hormones and
battle haze is usually enough to blur defined actions in the best of
times that does not involve dead omegas but he remembers the feel of
Obi-Wan beside him, Obi-Wan’s arm pressed to his on the gunship,
the weight of the others gaze on him, the search for comfort that is
silently given before Obi-Wan runs off to confront and arrest the
Count.

And then its over
and Obi-Wan is injured and sour smelling and Jango can barely resist
the urge to pull him out of the medbed and into his arms. He resist,
knows better but the urge is there as he carefully slips his hand
over the others cheek and then lets his fingers brush over the bacta
patch on the arm, quite aware of its twin on the others thigh.

Skywalker lays in
the bed beside, quietly watching with an arm missing from elbow and
down and is also sour smelling of distress and pain with the notes of
painkillers beneath that. He’s not the only one, there are many
Jedi laying quietly while half observing Jango and Obi-Wan, some
smell like alphas and some like omegas.

Most smell like
omegas actually.

‘Injured means
not dead though.’ Jango reminds himself. ‘Injured means recovery
can happen for all they are bed laid at the moment.’ He’s not
sure what comes now, he’s not sure where he and Obi-Wan is left
with the Jedi’s rules but for now there are ample of omegas and
alphas and the secret has been broken.

The Order will have
to change.

And Jango will not
let go of Obi-Wan now that he has finally found him.

And from the way
Obi-Wan clings to his hand in return when Jango finally grasps it, he
does not think Obi-Wan wants to let go either.

in policeandlibrary, can we see more of the clonetrooper characters and what they’re up to in this verse? what they think of jango and obi? thanks!

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“Pay up cousin.”
Cody smirked at Wolffe while Rex sniggered to himself, holding his
hand out to his cousin. “I told you they were going to wind up
together before the year was over.” He sniggered a bit with Rex.

Grumbling, Wolffe
reached into his pocket and dragged his wallet out with a fearsome
scowl on his face, paying Cody the fifty he owed him thanks to their
wager. “Never thought Jango get the stones to do it, he’s too
work focused most of the time and Obi-Wan’s this sweet little lamb
thing in his knitted outfits.”

They both glanced
over to where Obi-Wan, true to form, was wearing a cute little green
and blue vest over his t-shirt and shorts combo with Jango beside him
with an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist as they spoke to Jango’s
parents.

“I can’t
believe he wears those even to grill parties.” Wolffe shook his
head.

“Oh lay off him.
He looks sweet.” Rex snorted, taking a good sip out of his cool
beer and sighing in pleasure. “Beside, its made of this thin kind
of yarn. I asked about it and apparently its the same kind used for
knitted baby clothes so its all soft and not overly hot.” He
waggled the bottle at his brother and his cousin.

Cody snorted,
tucking away his money as Wolffe packed away his wallet. “Regardless,
I knew those two be together before the end of the year when I caught
Jango sniffing Obi-Wan’s beard oil in the bathroom.” He smirked.

Rex paused and
Wolffe gave a blink before he rubbed his chin slowly. “That’s a
bit creepy. Jango’s a creep.” He finally settled on with Rex
nodded in agreement, a grin still on his face.

“Oh totally. Even
Jango admits that.” Cody snorted hard, ruffling his hand through
his short hair. “But he admitted it to Obi-Wan too though, I heard
the two talking about it not that long ago and Obi-Wan teasing our
dear cousin Jango about it.” He smirked.

Snagging a bottle
of beer for himself off the table, Wolffe smirked in return.

“So I heard you
were moving into starting a security guard company?” Rex questioned
his cousin, peering curiously at Wolffe.

“Your parents
tell you that?” The man drawled before rolling his eyes and
nodding. “But aye, since I can’t work as a cop anymore-” He
gestured to the scar running through his milky eye. “I am. Me and
Plo Koon that is, he’s helping me out in the legal and financial
legalities of it. He’s agreed to be co signer for it on papers to
help get it off the ground.” Wolffe shrugged.

Snorting a bit at
that, Cody gave him a wide grin. “Really? That’s pretty good
cous.” He punched him in the shoulder. “Glad to see you’re not
about to give up.”

Wolffe’s injury
had been a very sore spot in the beginning, everyone had walked on
eggshells around him for weeks before the man had literally roared
them all into behaving like normal and not to fucking act like he was
broken.

Things had gone
pretty much back to normal then.

Wolffe was still
Wolffe even though he was injured and could no longer work in the
only job he had ever wanted.

Jango had been one
of the strongest supporters Wolffe had even, always showing up if
only to help him retrain his eye to hand coordination.

“Jango would kick
my fucking ass if I gave up.” Wolffe snorted.

“Yes I would.”
A dark voice said behind them, all three whirling around to look at
Jango glowering behind them. “And you owe me and Obi-Wan a beer for
betting on us Cody, or I’m telling him you bet on our love life.”
He picked up one of the plates to bring to the grill and fill with
food.

“Yeah yeah, as if
you haven’t bet on mine.” Cody rolled his eyes a bit.

Cocking his brow in
return, Jango shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” With that he
made his way towards the grill where Fives and Echo were happily
flipping burgers and steaks.

“…Feel guilty
now Codes?”

“Fuck you Rex.
Ugh, I’ll get them some beers next time we’re out.”

in policeandlibrary, can we see more of the clonetrooper characters and what they’re up to in this verse? what they think of jango and obi? thanks!

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“Pay up cousin.”
Cody smirked at Wolffe while Rex sniggered to himself, holding his
hand out to his cousin. “I told you they were going to wind up
together before the year was over.” He sniggered a bit with Rex.

Grumbling, Wolffe
reached into his pocket and dragged his wallet out with a fearsome
scowl on his face, paying Cody the fifty he owed him thanks to their
wager. “Never thought Jango get the stones to do it, he’s too
work focused most of the time and Obi-Wan’s this sweet little lamb
thing in his knitted outfits.”

They both glanced
over to where Obi-Wan, true to form, was wearing a cute little green
and blue vest over his t-shirt and shorts combo with Jango beside him
with an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist as they spoke to Jango’s
parents.

“I can’t
believe he wears those even to grill parties.” Wolffe shook his
head.

“Oh lay off him.
He looks sweet.” Rex snorted, taking a good sip out of his cool
beer and sighing in pleasure. “Beside, its made of this thin kind
of yarn. I asked about it and apparently its the same kind used for
knitted baby clothes so its all soft and not overly hot.” He
waggled the bottle at his brother and his cousin.

Cody snorted,
tucking away his money as Wolffe packed away his wallet. “Regardless,
I knew those two be together before the end of the year when I caught
Jango sniffing Obi-Wan’s beard oil in the bathroom.” He smirked.

Rex paused and
Wolffe gave a blink before he rubbed his chin slowly. “That’s a
bit creepy. Jango’s a creep.” He finally settled on with Rex
nodded in agreement, a grin still on his face.

“Oh totally. Even
Jango admits that.” Cody snorted hard, ruffling his hand through
his short hair. “But he admitted it to Obi-Wan too though, I heard
the two talking about it not that long ago and Obi-Wan teasing our
dear cousin Jango about it.” He smirked.

Snagging a bottle
of beer for himself off the table, Wolffe smirked in return.

“So I heard you
were moving into starting a security guard company?” Rex questioned
his cousin, peering curiously at Wolffe.

“Your parents
tell you that?” The man drawled before rolling his eyes and
nodding. “But aye, since I can’t work as a cop anymore-” He
gestured to the scar running through his milky eye. “I am. Me and
Plo Koon that is, he’s helping me out in the legal and financial
legalities of it. He’s agreed to be co signer for it on papers to
help get it off the ground.” Wolffe shrugged.

Snorting a bit at
that, Cody gave him a wide grin. “Really? That’s pretty good
cous.” He punched him in the shoulder. “Glad to see you’re not
about to give up.”

Wolffe’s injury
had been a very sore spot in the beginning, everyone had walked on
eggshells around him for weeks before the man had literally roared
them all into behaving like normal and not to fucking act like he was
broken.

Things had gone
pretty much back to normal then.

Wolffe was still
Wolffe even though he was injured and could no longer work in the
only job he had ever wanted.

Jango had been one
of the strongest supporters Wolffe had even, always showing up if
only to help him retrain his eye to hand coordination.

“Jango would kick
my fucking ass if I gave up.” Wolffe snorted.

“Yes I would.”
A dark voice said behind them, all three whirling around to look at
Jango glowering behind them. “And you owe me and Obi-Wan a beer for
betting on us Cody, or I’m telling him you bet on our love life.”
He picked up one of the plates to bring to the grill and fill with
food.

“Yeah yeah, as if
you haven’t bet on mine.” Cody rolled his eyes a bit.

Cocking his brow in
return, Jango shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” With that he
made his way towards the grill where Fives and Echo were happily
flipping burgers and steaks.

“…Feel guilty
now Codes?”

“Fuck you Rex.
Ugh, I’ll get them some beers next time we’re out.”

Could I beg for a continuation of Sweethoney? Obi-Wan discovers Anakin and Padme have been capture too, so now Jango has to help Obi rescue the pair and then deal with Anakin posturing at him over who’s going to protect Obi-Wan (Jango isn’t amused.)

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Frowning a bit at
the clip, Jango patted Boba on the head carefully as the boy leaned
against his hip. “Well done on gathering this kiddo.” He murmured
quietly, letting his hand linger to ruffle the hair as Boba beamed up
at him at the praise.

It made Jango’s
own lips twitch too before he returned to frowning once more at the
meeting Boba had filmed of the Duke and the Senator… and a Jedi.

He glanced back
towards his room and then sighed deeply.

“You gonna tell
the Jedi?” Boba questioned his buir softly, frowning a bit.

“He’s my mate.
He needs to know.” Jango rumbled before growling. “Don’t like
it though. But Obi-Wan is my omega and I’d rather not have him
distressed if he knows this one. I think I saw him with this blond
before.” He mused thoughtfully, frowning a bit before shaking his
head. It had been dark on Coruscant but this Jedi was dark clothed
like the one who had been beside Obi-Wan on Coruscant.

This could be
Obi-Wan’s padawan actually, considering the braid Jango could see
now that he was examining the blond.

‘And-’ A little
part of Jango’s brain piped up. ‘This blond might be an omega
too. You wouldn’t know unless the chip broke like Obi-Wan’s.’
He tensed up at that thought, eyes widening a bit before shifting and
taking a careful breath to slow down the sudden boil in his blood
stream.

He’d always
reacted to threats against omega with extreme prejudice against the
perpetrators, apparently Jedi omega fell under the same category in
his hind alpha mind.

Well that was just
great.

Looking down at
Boba and softening a bit, he knelt down and hugged him. “Regardless
if I have a mate or not, you are my son, my first one, my
heir. Never doubt that.” He murmured, reading the uncertainty in
Boba’s face. “Even if Obi-Wan grants me pups, you will
always be the first one. You’ll just get to be a big brother, and
big brothers protect their younger siblings.” He murmured softly
into the fluffy hair before pulling back to peer seriously at him.

Boba still carried
a strain of uncertainty but it was also accompanied by a tiny thread
of excitement. “I get to be a ori’vode?” He questioned.

“If
Obi-Wan grants me kits, yes.” Jango nodded. “But not all omegas
do want to carry kits even if their biology allows it, it would be up
to him if he wants to breed and carry.” He explained carefully and
nuzzled at Boba’s hair. “Regardless, you will not be replaced my
ad.”

Boba relaxed into
his arms at that, cuddling against him while Jango mourned that his
son had carried such uncertainty with him before mentally shaking
them away. Hopefully he had nipped it in the bud now should he ever
get kits from Obi-Wan.

A throat cleared
itself a few seconds later, both looking up to find Obi-Wan standing
awkwardly in the doorway with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders
along with Jango’s spare rumpled clothes since his own had become
soaked with slick. He had obviously tried to finger comb his hair and
beard to a semblance of order but it still bore signs of him only
recently having moved out of bed.

The last traces of
heat were still in his scent, making Jango want to draw him close and
shag him into the nearest surface.

The Jedi gave them
a somewhat stronger smile. “Apologies for intruding but I heard my
name and it seemed prudent for you both to know I was there.” He
explained.

Standing, Jango
nodded. “I don’t mind. I got something to show you.” He
rumbled, hand still on Boba’s shoulder as he gestured to the
display.

He could see from
the corner of his eyes that Boba was eyeing Obi-Wan with more
interest now than wary suspicion as Obi-Wan came over slowly, bare
feet barely making a noise. Once close enough he gave the screen a
curious glance before letting out a startled noise in his throat.
“Anakin!” His head snapped to Jango, eyes wide. “He’s on
Geonosis?” He questioned with no small amount of horror.

Whelp, that
confirmed it.

And that meant that
Jango was going to have to get even more involved with Jedi, just
karking great.

But he nodded,
reaching out to hug Obi-Wan when the others scent had soured in
response to seeing his padawan on the screen.

‘Well, time to
rescue a Senator and Jedi… again.’ He sighed mentally.

Could I beg for a continuation of Sweethoney? Obi-Wan discovers Anakin and Padme have been capture too, so now Jango has to help Obi rescue the pair and then deal with Anakin posturing at him over who’s going to protect Obi-Wan (Jango isn’t amused.)

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Frowning a bit at
the clip, Jango patted Boba on the head carefully as the boy leaned
against his hip. “Well done on gathering this kiddo.” He murmured
quietly, letting his hand linger to ruffle the hair as Boba beamed up
at him at the praise.

It made Jango’s
own lips twitch too before he returned to frowning once more at the
meeting Boba had filmed of the Duke and the Senator… and a Jedi.

He glanced back
towards his room and then sighed deeply.

“You gonna tell
the Jedi?” Boba questioned his buir softly, frowning a bit.

“He’s my mate.
He needs to know.” Jango rumbled before growling. “Don’t like
it though. But Obi-Wan is my omega and I’d rather not have him
distressed if he knows this one. I think I saw him with this blond
before.” He mused thoughtfully, frowning a bit before shaking his
head. It had been dark on Coruscant but this Jedi was dark clothed
like the one who had been beside Obi-Wan on Coruscant.

This could be
Obi-Wan’s padawan actually, considering the braid Jango could see
now that he was examining the blond.

‘And-’ A little
part of Jango’s brain piped up. ‘This blond might be an omega
too. You wouldn’t know unless the chip broke like Obi-Wan’s.’
He tensed up at that thought, eyes widening a bit before shifting and
taking a careful breath to slow down the sudden boil in his blood
stream.

He’d always
reacted to threats against omega with extreme prejudice against the
perpetrators, apparently Jedi omega fell under the same category in
his hind alpha mind.

Well that was just
great.

Looking down at
Boba and softening a bit, he knelt down and hugged him. “Regardless
if I have a mate or not, you are my son, my first one, my
heir. Never doubt that.” He murmured, reading the uncertainty in
Boba’s face. “Even if Obi-Wan grants me pups, you will
always be the first one. You’ll just get to be a big brother, and
big brothers protect their younger siblings.” He murmured softly
into the fluffy hair before pulling back to peer seriously at him.

Boba still carried
a strain of uncertainty but it was also accompanied by a tiny thread
of excitement. “I get to be a ori’vode?” He questioned.

“If
Obi-Wan grants me kits, yes.” Jango nodded. “But not all omegas
do want to carry kits even if their biology allows it, it would be up
to him if he wants to breed and carry.” He explained carefully and
nuzzled at Boba’s hair. “Regardless, you will not be replaced my
ad.”

Boba relaxed into
his arms at that, cuddling against him while Jango mourned that his
son had carried such uncertainty with him before mentally shaking
them away. Hopefully he had nipped it in the bud now should he ever
get kits from Obi-Wan.

A throat cleared
itself a few seconds later, both looking up to find Obi-Wan standing
awkwardly in the doorway with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders
along with Jango’s spare rumpled clothes since his own had become
soaked with slick. He had obviously tried to finger comb his hair and
beard to a semblance of order but it still bore signs of him only
recently having moved out of bed.

The last traces of
heat were still in his scent, making Jango want to draw him close and
shag him into the nearest surface.

The Jedi gave them
a somewhat stronger smile. “Apologies for intruding but I heard my
name and it seemed prudent for you both to know I was there.” He
explained.

Standing, Jango
nodded. “I don’t mind. I got something to show you.” He
rumbled, hand still on Boba’s shoulder as he gestured to the
display.

He could see from
the corner of his eyes that Boba was eyeing Obi-Wan with more
interest now than wary suspicion as Obi-Wan came over slowly, bare
feet barely making a noise. Once close enough he gave the screen a
curious glance before letting out a startled noise in his throat.
“Anakin!” His head snapped to Jango, eyes wide. “He’s on
Geonosis?” He questioned with no small amount of horror.

Whelp, that
confirmed it.

And that meant that
Jango was going to have to get even more involved with Jedi, just
karking great.

But he nodded,
reaching out to hug Obi-Wan when the others scent had soured in
response to seeing his padawan on the screen.

‘Well, time to
rescue a Senator and Jedi… again.’ He sighed mentally.

Wait a sec. For your sweethoney fic, if the inhibitors are a secret all jedi knew. Then that means Dooku knew. Did he even notice ObiWan going into heat?

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Watching
the other quietly as he slowly played with the others chest hair,
Obi-Wan smiled meekly when Jango finally opened his eyes to peer
sleepily at him in return. “Hey.” He offered.

Letting
out a slight yawn while tugging Obi-Wan closer via the arm around the
omegas waist. “Hey.” He murmured in return. “You better? Bit
clearer in the head?” Jango questioned.

Humming
at that, Obi-Wan nodded. “For the time being. Heats not over yet
but its down for now.” He confirmed.

“Good.
Boba’s sure to have found some food for us and I imagine you’d
like a quick shower while you still have time. Ship has sonic.”
Jango clarified.

Nodding
at that, Obi-Wan watched Jango as neither made a move to get up
despite how sticky and most likely parched they both were feeling.

Jango
let his fingers trail the soft skin of the hollow of the Jedi’s
back, watching him as he traced the spine. “…So how come the
Count didn’t lock the door properly. He was a former Jedi and must
know off them, must have smelled you going into heat.” He frowned
at Obi-Wan.

But
Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. He’d left the room before the
implant cracked fully. That started up moments before you arrived and
when you touched me…” He trailed off.

But
Jango picked up what the other didn’t say, when Jango the alpha
touched his omega mate, the heat went into overdrive because he was
there to look after him according to Obi-Wan’s body. “I see…
implant?” He raised a brow.

Obi-Wan
grimaced and shook his head. “Can’t tell you. I can only tell you
I have an implant and that its cracked.” He sighed and shook his
head again when Jango opened his mouth. “No I honestly can’t tell
you. Jedi swear a Force vow, even if we leave the Order, that vow
would force us to secrecy to protect the Order. Even the Count is
bound by that vow.” He explained, never directly referring to what
the implant did, just that he had it.

But
Jango was no stupid henchman or oafish pawn, he could put the pieces
together quite well.

Jedi
weren’t scentless, there was no trade with a ‘demon’ as so many
whispered around the galaxy. The had used technology to hide their
designation to continue doing their job as they considered it to the
best of their ability.

Well
Sithspit, Jango wondered how many omegas were hiding in the Order if
that was the case. He knew that Force beings always fell in one
designation or the other and now he was curious about the true ratio
if all the Jedi were either alpha or omega.

And he
had a sour distressed note in his stomach at the idea of having
killed omegas even if they were Jedi.

“If
you all have the implant… how come no ones discovered this before?
I mean yours has clearly broken so that’s always a risk.” Jango
questioned slowly.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan quirked his brow even as he felt the quickening of his
own pulse and the heat of his body returning. “We protect each
other, we can temporarily wipe out the scent trails and the only
reason mine has broken is because its old, I’m suppose to get a new
one any week now. During my capture I landed harshly enough to break
it and I need to have it removed as soon as I can or the potential
for an infection from broken bits is… likely.” He squirmed a bit
and Jango’s arm tightened about it.

A low
grow reverberated through his chest. “Talk about it later, you’re
heating again.” He said, nosing at the swollen gland with his bite
marks in it.

Obi-Wan
whined quietly before rolling Jango onto his back and straddling him.
“Later. Tell you what I can, but need you now alpha.” He whined,
rolling his hips down slightly before yelping when hands seized his
hips.

“Later.”
Jango agreed before reaching up and dragging Obi-Wan into a teeth
clacking kiss.

Wait a sec. For your sweethoney fic, if the inhibitors are a secret all jedi knew. Then that means Dooku knew. Did he even notice ObiWan going into heat?

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Watching
the other quietly as he slowly played with the others chest hair,
Obi-Wan smiled meekly when Jango finally opened his eyes to peer
sleepily at him in return. “Hey.” He offered.

Letting
out a slight yawn while tugging Obi-Wan closer via the arm around the
omegas waist. “Hey.” He murmured in return. “You better? Bit
clearer in the head?” Jango questioned.

Humming
at that, Obi-Wan nodded. “For the time being. Heats not over yet
but its down for now.” He confirmed.

“Good.
Boba’s sure to have found some food for us and I imagine you’d
like a quick shower while you still have time. Ship has sonic.”
Jango clarified.

Nodding
at that, Obi-Wan watched Jango as neither made a move to get up
despite how sticky and most likely parched they both were feeling.

Jango
let his fingers trail the soft skin of the hollow of the Jedi’s
back, watching him as he traced the spine. “…So how come the
Count didn’t lock the door properly. He was a former Jedi and must
know off them, must have smelled you going into heat.” He frowned
at Obi-Wan.

But
Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. He’d left the room before the
implant cracked fully. That started up moments before you arrived and
when you touched me…” He trailed off.

But
Jango picked up what the other didn’t say, when Jango the alpha
touched his omega mate, the heat went into overdrive because he was
there to look after him according to Obi-Wan’s body. “I see…
implant?” He raised a brow.

Obi-Wan
grimaced and shook his head. “Can’t tell you. I can only tell you
I have an implant and that its cracked.” He sighed and shook his
head again when Jango opened his mouth. “No I honestly can’t tell
you. Jedi swear a Force vow, even if we leave the Order, that vow
would force us to secrecy to protect the Order. Even the Count is
bound by that vow.” He explained, never directly referring to what
the implant did, just that he had it.

But
Jango was no stupid henchman or oafish pawn, he could put the pieces
together quite well.

Jedi
weren’t scentless, there was no trade with a ‘demon’ as so many
whispered around the galaxy. The had used technology to hide their
designation to continue doing their job as they considered it to the
best of their ability.

Well
Sithspit, Jango wondered how many omegas were hiding in the Order if
that was the case. He knew that Force beings always fell in one
designation or the other and now he was curious about the true ratio
if all the Jedi were either alpha or omega.

And he
had a sour distressed note in his stomach at the idea of having
killed omegas even if they were Jedi.

“If
you all have the implant… how come no ones discovered this before?
I mean yours has clearly broken so that’s always a risk.” Jango
questioned slowly.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan quirked his brow even as he felt the quickening of his
own pulse and the heat of his body returning. “We protect each
other, we can temporarily wipe out the scent trails and the only
reason mine has broken is because its old, I’m suppose to get a new
one any week now. During my capture I landed harshly enough to break
it and I need to have it removed as soon as I can or the potential
for an infection from broken bits is… likely.” He squirmed a bit
and Jango’s arm tightened about it.

A low
grow reverberated through his chest. “Talk about it later, you’re
heating again.” He said, nosing at the swollen gland with his bite
marks in it.

Obi-Wan
whined quietly before rolling Jango onto his back and straddling him.
“Later. Tell you what I can, but need you now alpha.” He whined,
rolling his hips down slightly before yelping when hands seized his
hips.

“Later.”
Jango agreed before reaching up and dragging Obi-Wan into a teeth
clacking kiss.

I just read your sweethoney omega fic and I LOVE IT! But now I have so many questions!!?? Do other Jedi have secondary genders, or just Obi-Wan? Will Jango return Obi-Wan to the Order? Bring him back to Kamino (and how would the clones react)? Will Obi-Wan have any say, or will his possessive alpha make the decision? I don’t know if you plan on continuing this, I really hope you do, it’s very interesting! I love all your series by the way!

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His implant has
been cracked.

Of all the things
to happen that was the least Obi-Wan needed when he knew his true
mate was somewhere around and he was a Jedi but… he could tell it
was cracked as the first rush of hormones started flushing through
his systems as the only thing having held them back had been the
implant all Jedi receive at the age of their maturity.

He knew that the
rumors around the galaxy was that Jedi were supernatural creatures,
that they had made some kind of trade, that they weren’t natural
and so on and so forth.

It wasn’t true at
all.

Jedi hid their
secondary gender, their designation because of how they were
perceived by society and received when in negotiation. It was why
those who chose to become Jedi were sworn to secrecy before offered
the implant that would allow them to become scentless, even Anakin
who chafed against the rules understood this one and never told
anyone about the implant. Though Obi-Wan would admit that perhaps
some of it came from Anakin’s upbringing, seeing the worst of both
alpha and omega treatment in slavery which had made the implant more
appealing to him.

Regardless he had
accepted it to go on to become a Jedi or if he were to quit, swore
his secrecy about them.

When a scentless
Jedi arrived on the scene between aggressive and war fueled alpha,
they weren’t being distracted by the onslaught of pheromones that
would in turn make another alpha aggressive and nor would they become
dazed by sour omega distress.

Of course there
were betas but for some reason Force sensitive people either fell
into the category of alpha or omega, never betas and not even the
wisest of Force educated beings could understand why.

And his was
cracked, he’d felt it happen when he hit the ground.

You needed a fresh
one every ten year and his was old, nine years actually, and therefor
vulnerable.

And now he was
flushed with hormones, a heat coming on for the first time in his
life and his true mate holding onto him as Jango’s whole posture
and scent screams of protectiveness as he leads Obi-Wan into Slave 1,
giving Boba a short order.

The poor kid looks
shocked and even a bit frightened but he nods and goes to the
cockpit.

Obi-Wan hears the
ramp rise behind them but he can’t focus on that as he’s lead
through Slave 1 until he enters what is clearly Jango’s room.

“You can stay
here, you’ll be safe here. Boba set the systems to erase our trails
with the bots. I’ll seal the room so you won’t be distur-”
Jango was rambling, his voice a near growl.

But Obi-Wan focused
on the latter part, the won’t be disturbed part.

Jango was going to
leave.

Wasn’t Obi-Wan a
worthy mate?

Whining, he wrapped
his hand around the others wrist before he could step out of the
room, eyes wide. “A-Are you going to leave?” He shuddered,
stepping closer. “Alpha?” He mewled.

Jango swallowed
heavily, his adam apple bobbing as he stared in return with darkening
eyes. “Your heat came on suddenly, we haven’t talked, you…”
He was clearly struggling. “You can’t… kark.” He hissed
before backing Obi-Wan towards the bed. “Ner omega.” He growled
deeply, large hand wrapping around Obi-Wan’s neck to hold on with a
light pressure that sent heat through Obi-Wan’s entire body.

There would come a
point, when he was no longer heat driven and full of hormones that
Obi-Wan would appreciate Jango’s attempt at restraint.

But right now, all
Obi-Wan cared for was the fact that his alpha wanted him, that his
hand was wrapped around the back of Obi-Wan’s neck like a scalding
brand with the thumb pressing on the swollen gland of his neck.

Mewling obscenely
with relief, Obi-Wan let go, his mate had him.

I just read your sweethoney omega fic and I LOVE IT! But now I have so many questions!!?? Do other Jedi have secondary genders, or just Obi-Wan? Will Jango return Obi-Wan to the Order? Bring him back to Kamino (and how would the clones react)? Will Obi-Wan have any say, or will his possessive alpha make the decision? I don’t know if you plan on continuing this, I really hope you do, it’s very interesting! I love all your series by the way!

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His implant has
been cracked.

Of all the things
to happen that was the least Obi-Wan needed when he knew his true
mate was somewhere around and he was a Jedi but… he could tell it
was cracked as the first rush of hormones started flushing through
his systems as the only thing having held them back had been the
implant all Jedi receive at the age of their maturity.

He knew that the
rumors around the galaxy was that Jedi were supernatural creatures,
that they had made some kind of trade, that they weren’t natural
and so on and so forth.

It wasn’t true at
all.

Jedi hid their
secondary gender, their designation because of how they were
perceived by society and received when in negotiation. It was why
those who chose to become Jedi were sworn to secrecy before offered
the implant that would allow them to become scentless, even Anakin
who chafed against the rules understood this one and never told
anyone about the implant. Though Obi-Wan would admit that perhaps
some of it came from Anakin’s upbringing, seeing the worst of both
alpha and omega treatment in slavery which had made the implant more
appealing to him.

Regardless he had
accepted it to go on to become a Jedi or if he were to quit, swore
his secrecy about them.

When a scentless
Jedi arrived on the scene between aggressive and war fueled alpha,
they weren’t being distracted by the onslaught of pheromones that
would in turn make another alpha aggressive and nor would they become
dazed by sour omega distress.

Of course there
were betas but for some reason Force sensitive people either fell
into the category of alpha or omega, never betas and not even the
wisest of Force educated beings could understand why.

And his was
cracked, he’d felt it happen when he hit the ground.

You needed a fresh
one every ten year and his was old, nine years actually, and therefor
vulnerable.

And now he was
flushed with hormones, a heat coming on for the first time in his
life and his true mate holding onto him as Jango’s whole posture
and scent screams of protectiveness as he leads Obi-Wan into Slave 1,
giving Boba a short order.

The poor kid looks
shocked and even a bit frightened but he nods and goes to the
cockpit.

Obi-Wan hears the
ramp rise behind them but he can’t focus on that as he’s lead
through Slave 1 until he enters what is clearly Jango’s room.

“You can stay
here, you’ll be safe here. Boba set the systems to erase our trails
with the bots. I’ll seal the room so you won’t be distur-”
Jango was rambling, his voice a near growl.

But Obi-Wan focused
on the latter part, the won’t be disturbed part.

Jango was going to
leave.

Wasn’t Obi-Wan a
worthy mate?

Whining, he wrapped
his hand around the others wrist before he could step out of the
room, eyes wide. “A-Are you going to leave?” He shuddered,
stepping closer. “Alpha?” He mewled.

Jango swallowed
heavily, his adam apple bobbing as he stared in return with darkening
eyes. “Your heat came on suddenly, we haven’t talked, you…”
He was clearly struggling. “You can’t… kark.” He hissed
before backing Obi-Wan towards the bed. “Ner omega.” He growled
deeply, large hand wrapping around Obi-Wan’s neck to hold on with a
light pressure that sent heat through Obi-Wan’s entire body.

There would come a
point, when he was no longer heat driven and full of hormones that
Obi-Wan would appreciate Jango’s attempt at restraint.

But right now, all
Obi-Wan cared for was the fact that his alpha wanted him, that his
hand was wrapped around the back of Obi-Wan’s neck like a scalding
brand with the thumb pressing on the swollen gland of his neck.

Mewling obscenely
with relief, Obi-Wan let go, his mate had him.

Hey, love your fics so much! I was wondering if you ever thought about a JangoWan AotC!AU where after Obi-Wan gets captured on Geonosis, Jango realises that Obi-Wan is his omega/soul-mate(/or just really pretty and wants to keep him) and stops him from being sent to the arena? And then that could go anyway you want after that

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Thick like honey on
his tongue, the scent almost chokes him as he enters the room
containing the Jedi. When he had first encountered Kenobi on Kamino
he had been just like any of them, scentless and uppity with enough
cleverness hidden beneath his smile to forcibly make Jango respect
him even if he wanted to slice his throat open and throw him into the
ocean.

Just like any other
Jedi Jango had ever meet with the only difference that this one was
clever and was around his son and kit which required him to be
cautious.

But now…

The sweetened scent
of omega mate close to heat, ready to be plucked, is clear to Jango the
moment he steps into the room, eyes locked on the Jedi he had only
been faintly curious about before. And suddenly the battle on Kamino makes more
sense.

Even with his saber
in hand, Obi-Wan had not tried to harm him, only detain him.

At the time Jango
had put it aside to the Jedi wanting answers but now…

The redhead is
avoiding his gaze as he approaches but it does not bother Jango as
he’s finally close enough to wrap his hand around the calf of the
man, staring up at him even as Obi-Wan’s eyes look everywhere else
on the wall and the ceiling that he can.

The rumors of Jedi
being scentless had persisted all over the galaxy for ages but…

Jango is looking at
an omega approaching heat.

His
omega.

And
Obi-Wan knows it. Its why he didn’t try to harm Jango because he
can’t.

“I need to get
you out of here.” Jango rasped. “Dooku plans to…” He looked
around, focusing on the control panels for the ray visions holding
Obi-Wan and hurries over to it. And Jango may not have the best
skills but he can slice into one measly controller, Obi-Wan
collapsing to the sandy floor of Geonosis.

Shakily
the Jed-omega pushes
himself up from his knees and to his feet as he peered at Jango
shakily, a hint of sourness in his scent now from the fear he’s
obviously trying to push away but he doesn’t try to flee from Jango
when the alpha closes the distance once again and takes him by the
arm. “The Count plans to execute you in the arena. I can’t…”
Jango can feel the growling in his chest but doesn’t want to make
the scent even sourer so he cuts it off before it can fully start,
instead peeking into the hall and then hurries both of them out.

He needs to bring
Obi-Wan to Slave 1, to safety where no one will find him.

Because
if they find him, they will take him back, they will kill him in some
grand production of the Count and Jango can’t
let that happen to Obi-Wan as he sneaks the Jedi by the bugs who call
Geonosis their home.

So caught up in his
own instincts and plans of safety, Jango can’t really distinguish
on when Kenobi became Obi-Wan.

All he feels is the
sensation of homespun tunic beneath his hand and the scent which have
steadily become a little more sweeter as Obi-Wan follows him quietly
and trustingly. It doesn’t even occur to Jango to question how this
can be.

Jedi are scentless,
genderless except for the first ones they are born with… right?

Only… Jango has
an omega Jedi Knight following him that is his mate with the scent of
preheat in the air and Jango’s nose does not lie to him.

Its enough to make
Jango feel almost dizzy with giddiness.

Because this is his
mate, beautiful, sweet scented mate who yes is a Jedi but that can be
dealt with later.

And Jango has to
hide him from everyone else on this damn planet.