Jangoobi

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.

Hey! I know you just updated trampinstamp buuut, Well, I want to know, how they get out of there. Can we have some bamf!Obi, who Kicks But even though he’s sick and Jango being like «Well, at least He can Look after himself»?

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He’d be stupid
not to recognize the mark on the other man’s clothes and if there
is one thing he’s not, its stupid. Even sick as Obi-Wan is and
distracted by pain of his injuries, he knows who this man is based on
the mark stitched onto his clothes.

Jango Fett the
infamous bounty hunter.

His soulmate, whose
cupping his cheek and looking at him in awe in the dim light of their
cell, looking at him as if he’s never seen anything quite like
Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan understands that feeling because he has it too.

Because this is
half his soul in front of him, cradling his face, rouge thumbs
brushing over his cheeks in a careful caress before pressing their
foreheads together in a Mando’a greeting.

“Hello.” Jango
whispered back to him in response to Obi-Wan’s words. “I found
you.” He added, seemingly swallowing with great difficulty before
looking down into Obi-Wan’s lap and growling faintly at his
restrained wrists, Jango’s face contorting with the snarl. Oddly
enough it didn’t scare Obi-Wan at all but made him smile.

Lifting his hands,
Obi-Wan watched the other quickly grasp his wrist to try and work the
cuffs off, positioning his body half turned towards the bars to keep
an eye out and half towards the Jedi to keep an eye on him.

It took a bit more
time then the man obviously preferred but finally the metal cuffs
dropped into Obi-Wan’s lap and he rubbed at the raw skin of his
wrist, letting out a relieved noise. Four days of tight restraints
had done their damage for sure.

When he looked up
again, Jango was watching his wrists with fire in his eyes before
carefully taking his hands in his and pressing a soft kiss to each.
“We need to get out of here.” He rumbled.

“To true. I am
unfortunately half blind since they took my Force sense from me.
Suppressor.” Obi-Wan clarified when the other looked at him in
alarm, smiling at the overwhelming concern.

A week ago the word
sweet was not a word Obi-Wan would have used to describe Jango Fett,
but today it was because his other soul was sweet towards him.

“You’re sick
though?” Jango questioned, carefully probing.

“They accosted me
mid mission and decided to keep me alive in case they could ransom me
back to the Order. The wounds have unfortunately grown infectious
which is the reason for the fever.” Obi-Wan explained as he slowly
got to his feet with a bit of help from Jango. “I don’t think
they know who you are, if they did, they would have slapped a pair of
cuffs on you too.” He gave an amused smile.

Smirking at that,
Jango cocked his head. “More’s the pity for them than for being
morons then, I have done nothing to hide my mark.” He drawled, the
arrogance of a man who knew his worth in his stance.

“Indeed.”
Obi-Wan chuckled before approaching the bars, crouching a bit down to
examine the lock. “Hmm, you wouldn’t happen to have any kind of
wire hidden on your body?” He questioned.

To his delight,
Jango reached down and dragged out a thin wire from his boot with a
small smirk. “Always prepared. Can be used as a garrote or-”

“A lockpick.”
Obi-Wan finished, accepting the wire and adjusting it to how he would
need it to pick the lock, focusing on it.

He was quite aware
of the gaze burning into his back and the hand resting on his
shoulder in support, Jango leaning slightly over him to watch him
work with clear interest. And maybe Obi-Wan preened a bit when the
door swung open, peeking up at the other man with a small smile.

“Well done ner
runi laar.” Jango murmured, helping him up again and settling his
hand on the small of his back.

Obi-Wan desperately
hid a shiver of pleasure at the Mando’a rolling off the others
tongue. ‘My soul song… Force I never thought I’d get called
that, that I’d find him. But here I am with a mando’a soul mate,
not just a lover like Satine once was.’ He followed the bounty
hunter out, warmth settling into his very bones at the touch of
Jango’s hand on him.

Of course getting
out of their cell was only half the battle.

And it was a battle
as the guards discovered them, Obi-Wan’s movements just a little
slow from the suppressor in his system but Jango reacted quick enough
for both, flashing forward with a deep snarl as he slammed his fist
into the zabrak’s jaw.

Obi-Wan very
clearly heard bone break before he followed suit and tackling the
gamorrean before he could raise the alarm to the rest of the damn
spice runners. Tucking in his limbs and rolling with the gamorrean to
a stop, Obi-Wan jabbed the rotund creature harshly in the neck
pressure point after the tackle, Obi-Wan breathed out in relief when
the smuggler slumped in a pile.

Looking up, he meet
the approving eyes of Jango, giving him a faint smile and then a
mischievous wink.

It made Jango spasm
in surprise before he urged Obi-Wan to move with a jerk of his head,
the now unconscious zabrak’s blasters in his hands though both knew
better then to use them, lest they attract more attention.

They somehow made
their way out without further discovery, Obi-Wan panting ever so
slightly thanks to the fever of his body but before he could think
too much about that, Jango pulled him into the shadow of the
building, shielding them from view for some privacy.

Stroking his
knuckles down Obi-Wan’s cheek, Jango rumbled. “Give me your comm
number and your name? I need to get my armor before I can do anything
but you need medical attention and there is another Jedi on the
planet.” He murmured.

“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan
Kenobi ner runi laar.” Obi-Wan rasped in return, nuzzling at the
hand, his mando’a clearly accented but that seemed to charm Jango
from the way he was smiling indulgently at him as Obi-Wan gave him
his comm number. “I can make my own way to a medical station,
there’s one right across the road actually.” He added when the
other looked worried.

Glancing towards
it, Jango let out a deep breath and nodded. “Stay safe then, my
friends will help me retrive my armor.” The bounty hunter murmured
and stole a chaste kiss from his lips before the man was off through
the shadows.

Watching him,
Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around himself before carefully making his
way towards the clinic.

Despite the pain,
the ache and the illness of his body not to mention the utter beating
he had taken when he was captured, Obi-Wan had never felt as
delighted as he was at that moment with a large smile on his face.

He had found his
soulmate.

Hey! I know you just updated trampinstamp buuut, Well, I want to know, how they get out of there. Can we have some bamf!Obi, who Kicks But even though he’s sick and Jango being like «Well, at least He can Look after himself»?

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He’d be stupid
not to recognize the mark on the other man’s clothes and if there
is one thing he’s not, its stupid. Even sick as Obi-Wan is and
distracted by pain of his injuries, he knows who this man is based on
the mark stitched onto his clothes.

Jango Fett the
infamous bounty hunter.

His soulmate, whose
cupping his cheek and looking at him in awe in the dim light of their
cell, looking at him as if he’s never seen anything quite like
Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan understands that feeling because he has it too.

Because this is
half his soul in front of him, cradling his face, rouge thumbs
brushing over his cheeks in a careful caress before pressing their
foreheads together in a Mando’a greeting.

“Hello.” Jango
whispered back to him in response to Obi-Wan’s words. “I found
you.” He added, seemingly swallowing with great difficulty before
looking down into Obi-Wan’s lap and growling faintly at his
restrained wrists, Jango’s face contorting with the snarl. Oddly
enough it didn’t scare Obi-Wan at all but made him smile.

Lifting his hands,
Obi-Wan watched the other quickly grasp his wrist to try and work the
cuffs off, positioning his body half turned towards the bars to keep
an eye out and half towards the Jedi to keep an eye on him.

It took a bit more
time then the man obviously preferred but finally the metal cuffs
dropped into Obi-Wan’s lap and he rubbed at the raw skin of his
wrist, letting out a relieved noise. Four days of tight restraints
had done their damage for sure.

When he looked up
again, Jango was watching his wrists with fire in his eyes before
carefully taking his hands in his and pressing a soft kiss to each.
“We need to get out of here.” He rumbled.

“To true. I am
unfortunately half blind since they took my Force sense from me.
Suppressor.” Obi-Wan clarified when the other looked at him in
alarm, smiling at the overwhelming concern.

A week ago the word
sweet was not a word Obi-Wan would have used to describe Jango Fett,
but today it was because his other soul was sweet towards him.

“You’re sick
though?” Jango questioned, carefully probing.

“They accosted me
mid mission and decided to keep me alive in case they could ransom me
back to the Order. The wounds have unfortunately grown infectious
which is the reason for the fever.” Obi-Wan explained as he slowly
got to his feet with a bit of help from Jango. “I don’t think
they know who you are, if they did, they would have slapped a pair of
cuffs on you too.” He gave an amused smile.

Smirking at that,
Jango cocked his head. “More’s the pity for them than for being
morons then, I have done nothing to hide my mark.” He drawled, the
arrogance of a man who knew his worth in his stance.

“Indeed.”
Obi-Wan chuckled before approaching the bars, crouching a bit down to
examine the lock. “Hmm, you wouldn’t happen to have any kind of
wire hidden on your body?” He questioned.

To his delight,
Jango reached down and dragged out a thin wire from his boot with a
small smirk. “Always prepared. Can be used as a garrote or-”

“A lockpick.”
Obi-Wan finished, accepting the wire and adjusting it to how he would
need it to pick the lock, focusing on it.

He was quite aware
of the gaze burning into his back and the hand resting on his
shoulder in support, Jango leaning slightly over him to watch him
work with clear interest. And maybe Obi-Wan preened a bit when the
door swung open, peeking up at the other man with a small smile.

“Well done ner
runi laar.” Jango murmured, helping him up again and settling his
hand on the small of his back.

Obi-Wan desperately
hid a shiver of pleasure at the Mando’a rolling off the others
tongue. ‘My soul song… Force I never thought I’d get called
that, that I’d find him. But here I am with a mando’a soul mate,
not just a lover like Satine once was.’ He followed the bounty
hunter out, warmth settling into his very bones at the touch of
Jango’s hand on him.

Of course getting
out of their cell was only half the battle.

And it was a battle
as the guards discovered them, Obi-Wan’s movements just a little
slow from the suppressor in his system but Jango reacted quick enough
for both, flashing forward with a deep snarl as he slammed his fist
into the zabrak’s jaw.

Obi-Wan very
clearly heard bone break before he followed suit and tackling the
gamorrean before he could raise the alarm to the rest of the damn
spice runners. Tucking in his limbs and rolling with the gamorrean to
a stop, Obi-Wan jabbed the rotund creature harshly in the neck
pressure point after the tackle, Obi-Wan breathed out in relief when
the smuggler slumped in a pile.

Looking up, he meet
the approving eyes of Jango, giving him a faint smile and then a
mischievous wink.

It made Jango spasm
in surprise before he urged Obi-Wan to move with a jerk of his head,
the now unconscious zabrak’s blasters in his hands though both knew
better then to use them, lest they attract more attention.

They somehow made
their way out without further discovery, Obi-Wan panting ever so
slightly thanks to the fever of his body but before he could think
too much about that, Jango pulled him into the shadow of the
building, shielding them from view for some privacy.

Stroking his
knuckles down Obi-Wan’s cheek, Jango rumbled. “Give me your comm
number and your name? I need to get my armor before I can do anything
but you need medical attention and there is another Jedi on the
planet.” He murmured.

“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan
Kenobi ner runi laar.” Obi-Wan rasped in return, nuzzling at the
hand, his mando’a clearly accented but that seemed to charm Jango
from the way he was smiling indulgently at him as Obi-Wan gave him
his comm number. “I can make my own way to a medical station,
there’s one right across the road actually.” He added when the
other looked worried.

Glancing towards
it, Jango let out a deep breath and nodded. “Stay safe then, my
friends will help me retrive my armor.” The bounty hunter murmured
and stole a chaste kiss from his lips before the man was off through
the shadows.

Watching him,
Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around himself before carefully making his
way towards the clinic.

Despite the pain,
the ache and the illness of his body not to mention the utter beating
he had taken when he was captured, Obi-Wan had never felt as
delighted as he was at that moment with a large smile on his face.

He had found his
soulmate.

in the trampinstamp ‘verse, did you set it up for them to meet? Are Jango and Obi about to bump into each other? Will they know? If so, how will they deal with it? Will they quickly vacate to somewhere private to talk about it? Will it be business first, soulmate mess second? I’m so excited for more!

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He knows the moment
he touches down on the planet.

Jango knows his
soulmate is close the moment he steps onto the planet and looks
around because his soulmark instantly lights up with a fierce
burning.

No burning is not
right, tingling or itching would be better to describe the sensation
and it almost drives Jango out of his mind with surprise because for
the first time since the mark appeared… for the first time it is
telling him that his soulmate is close.

The other part of
is soul is here somewhere and close and all Jango has to do is find
them.

But he’s been
hired, he’s suppose to work and he has a team around him and
therefor can’t just go as he wants.

But he’s not deaf
either to the whisper of Jedi on the planet and Jango needs two
moments to just breath as all his worst suspicions seems to be true.

‘Okay, these
Jedi… whoever they are, one of them is my soulmate most likely as
Argos is not known for any Force teachings in particular and there is
a Jedi team on planet.’ Jango wants to say he’s surprised but
he’s not, he’s been resigned for about two years that his
soulmate is most likely a Jedi and he feels that he’s about to be
proven right.

Only…

He’s on a job.

He has to
infiltrate a spice runners warehouse to find a chest that an another
wants.

Just an ornate
chest with old iron decorations made of some sort of metallic wood,
the contractor was very specific about it and the pay was
extraordinaire to a level that makes Jango curious what the chest is
all about.

However he knows
better then to check.

He needs bounties,
not emotions to interfere.

So he resists the
temptation to check.

However Bossek
trips the alarms and Jango is caught, snarling at his captors as his
blasters and armor are taken from him and they taunt him with the
idea of ransoming him out to someone. Its almost enough to make him
roll his eyes though he hopes Aurra at least would try to get him out
of this mess they got him into as he’s thrown into a cell.

Only…

There’s someone
already in the cell, hands cuffed in the back as they rest against
the wall of the dark cell.

A Jedi.

Jango doesn’t
need light to know.

The first touch as
he crashes into the legs of the other tells him everything he needs
to know as the itching of his mark stops the moment they touch and
the other man yelps in shock. Looking up he meets a pale face with a
fever flush in his cheeks and green eyes.

A part of Jango is
screaming at him, telling him to wrap his hands around the pale
throat of the Jedi, but that part is small. So small its barely heard
as he stares at the clearly injured and ill second part of his soul.

Even dirty, sick
and injured in a cell, he’s beautiful as Jango sits up quickly on
his knees to look at him, reaching out to cup the others cheek as
they stare at each other.

“…Hello there.”
His Jedi whispered, voice raspy with the lit of a Coruscantian accent
and its prefect, he’s prefect without Jango knowing anything about
him than his voice and the way his lips quirk in a hopeful smile at
Jango’s hands on his face.

in the trampinstamp ‘verse, did you set it up for them to meet? Are Jango and Obi about to bump into each other? Will they know? If so, how will they deal with it? Will they quickly vacate to somewhere private to talk about it? Will it be business first, soulmate mess second? I’m so excited for more!

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He knows the moment
he touches down on the planet.

Jango knows his
soulmate is close the moment he steps onto the planet and looks
around because his soulmark instantly lights up with a fierce
burning.

No burning is not
right, tingling or itching would be better to describe the sensation
and it almost drives Jango out of his mind with surprise because for
the first time since the mark appeared… for the first time it is
telling him that his soulmate is close.

The other part of
is soul is here somewhere and close and all Jango has to do is find
them.

But he’s been
hired, he’s suppose to work and he has a team around him and
therefor can’t just go as he wants.

But he’s not deaf
either to the whisper of Jedi on the planet and Jango needs two
moments to just breath as all his worst suspicions seems to be true.

‘Okay, these
Jedi… whoever they are, one of them is my soulmate most likely as
Argos is not known for any Force teachings in particular and there is
a Jedi team on planet.’ Jango wants to say he’s surprised but
he’s not, he’s been resigned for about two years that his
soulmate is most likely a Jedi and he feels that he’s about to be
proven right.

Only…

He’s on a job.

He has to
infiltrate a spice runners warehouse to find a chest that an another
wants.

Just an ornate
chest with old iron decorations made of some sort of metallic wood,
the contractor was very specific about it and the pay was
extraordinaire to a level that makes Jango curious what the chest is
all about.

However he knows
better then to check.

He needs bounties,
not emotions to interfere.

So he resists the
temptation to check.

However Bossek
trips the alarms and Jango is caught, snarling at his captors as his
blasters and armor are taken from him and they taunt him with the
idea of ransoming him out to someone. Its almost enough to make him
roll his eyes though he hopes Aurra at least would try to get him out
of this mess they got him into as he’s thrown into a cell.

Only…

There’s someone
already in the cell, hands cuffed in the back as they rest against
the wall of the dark cell.

A Jedi.

Jango doesn’t
need light to know.

The first touch as
he crashes into the legs of the other tells him everything he needs
to know as the itching of his mark stops the moment they touch and
the other man yelps in shock. Looking up he meets a pale face with a
fever flush in his cheeks and green eyes.

A part of Jango is
screaming at him, telling him to wrap his hands around the pale
throat of the Jedi, but that part is small. So small its barely heard
as he stares at the clearly injured and ill second part of his soul.

Even dirty, sick
and injured in a cell, he’s beautiful as Jango sits up quickly on
his knees to look at him, reaching out to cup the others cheek as
they stare at each other.

“…Hello there.”
His Jedi whispered, voice raspy with the lit of a Coruscantian accent
and its prefect, he’s prefect without Jango knowing anything about
him than his voice and the way his lips quirk in a hopeful smile at
Jango’s hands on his face.

Will you do another jango obi with the tramp soulmark please ? I’m curious, it’s the first time I heard of that.

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When his soulmate
mark had appeared, Jango had almost had a heart attack not that he’d
ever confess just how startled he had been when his lower back had
burned as it appeared. It had just been so startling, especially for
its location though mandalorian’s didn’t really buy into the
ideas of the rest of the galaxy that a soulmate mark on the lower
back meant someone was a slutty lay around.

And then he had
gotten a look at it in the mirror and almost cursed a violent streak
so loud they could hear him to Coruscant.

His soulmate mark
glowed, a blue mandalorian flower he knew was named thorny dew for
the light color. But the glow meant the person was Force sensitive
and trained, were knowledgeable in their skill with the Force.

And Jango, knowing
his luck, guessed a Jedi.

Of all the
creatures in the galaxy his soulmate was a Jedi.

Disgust had curled
his heart those first few years and he had done everything he could
to not look for said soulmate, taken bounties far away and honestly
lived up to the rumor of being slutty because of the mark.

But…

He’d started to
wonder about this other part of his soul eventually, what kind of
person they were.

This person picked
especially for him, to be part of him, to be…

So they might be a
Jedi, that wasn’t certain though, trained didn’t have to mean
Jedi as there existed Force organizations all over like the temple of
Jedha or the Dathomir witches or who knew how many.

They didn’t have
to be a Jedi.

Though with his
luck the likelihood was high.

So getting to terms
with was what Jango needed to do. For all the blame they had for
Galidraan, Jango would admit the Jedi had been manipulated into the
situation and had responded as they thought were appropriate.

He wanted to throw
up at the thought, memories of Jaster dying in his arms as vivid as
the day it happened and he would never forgive anyone who was there
that day and had a hand in it.

Taking a sharp
breath, Jango picked up his drink and took a small sip, staring at it
the remains in the glass as the amber liquid burned down his throat.
If he could kill Vizsla again he would in a much worse way, more
prolonged. ‘At least I got my revenge on the bastard and his Death
Watch for what they did.’ Jango thought in vicious satisfaction as
he glanced around the club, lights flickering colorfully and music
pumping.

‘If he is a Jedi,
then what?’ Jango mused before blinking. ‘Wait he? Is that a hint
galaxy?’ He grunted, sitting back in his booth even as Aurra slung
herself down with a drink as they observed their bounty flashing
around her creds and generally drawing attention to herself which was
idiotic for an escaped convict. ‘Even if this person is a Jedi,
they might not even have heard of Galidraan except as a cautionary
tale.’ He reasoned with himself as he kept his eyes on the woman
they were hunting.

Aurra snorted,
smirking a bit. “If she swings around anymore, she’s going to
spill out of her tube top.” She said with anticipation.

Grunting in
response, Jango shared a smirk with her even as he put his thoughts
on ice for now. He’d deal with his soulmate when he finally found
them.

Be they Jedi, male
or female or who knew.

‘They’re still
part of me aren’t they? There has to be something redeeming about
them…’ Jango settled on before moving with Aurra to get their
bounty.

Will you do another jango obi with the tramp soulmark please ? I’m curious, it’s the first time I heard of that.

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When his soulmate
mark had appeared, Jango had almost had a heart attack not that he’d
ever confess just how startled he had been when his lower back had
burned as it appeared. It had just been so startling, especially for
its location though mandalorian’s didn’t really buy into the
ideas of the rest of the galaxy that a soulmate mark on the lower
back meant someone was a slutty lay around.

And then he had
gotten a look at it in the mirror and almost cursed a violent streak
so loud they could hear him to Coruscant.

His soulmate mark
glowed, a blue mandalorian flower he knew was named thorny dew for
the light color. But the glow meant the person was Force sensitive
and trained, were knowledgeable in their skill with the Force.

And Jango, knowing
his luck, guessed a Jedi.

Of all the
creatures in the galaxy his soulmate was a Jedi.

Disgust had curled
his heart those first few years and he had done everything he could
to not look for said soulmate, taken bounties far away and honestly
lived up to the rumor of being slutty because of the mark.

But…

He’d started to
wonder about this other part of his soul eventually, what kind of
person they were.

This person picked
especially for him, to be part of him, to be…

So they might be a
Jedi, that wasn’t certain though, trained didn’t have to mean
Jedi as there existed Force organizations all over like the temple of
Jedha or the Dathomir witches or who knew how many.

They didn’t have
to be a Jedi.

Though with his
luck the likelihood was high.

So getting to terms
with was what Jango needed to do. For all the blame they had for
Galidraan, Jango would admit the Jedi had been manipulated into the
situation and had responded as they thought were appropriate.

He wanted to throw
up at the thought, memories of Jaster dying in his arms as vivid as
the day it happened and he would never forgive anyone who was there
that day and had a hand in it.

Taking a sharp
breath, Jango picked up his drink and took a small sip, staring at it
the remains in the glass as the amber liquid burned down his throat.
If he could kill Vizsla again he would in a much worse way, more
prolonged. ‘At least I got my revenge on the bastard and his Death
Watch for what they did.’ Jango thought in vicious satisfaction as
he glanced around the club, lights flickering colorfully and music
pumping.

‘If he is a Jedi,
then what?’ Jango mused before blinking. ‘Wait he? Is that a hint
galaxy?’ He grunted, sitting back in his booth even as Aurra slung
herself down with a drink as they observed their bounty flashing
around her creds and generally drawing attention to herself which was
idiotic for an escaped convict. ‘Even if this person is a Jedi,
they might not even have heard of Galidraan except as a cautionary
tale.’ He reasoned with himself as he kept his eyes on the woman
they were hunting.

Aurra snorted,
smirking a bit. “If she swings around anymore, she’s going to
spill out of her tube top.” She said with anticipation.

Grunting in
response, Jango shared a smirk with her even as he put his thoughts
on ice for now. He’d deal with his soulmate when he finally found
them.

Be they Jedi, male
or female or who knew.

‘They’re still
part of me aren’t they? There has to be something redeeming about
them…’ Jango settled on before moving with Aurra to get their
bounty.

Police and library is so good. May we have another part ? The first time they woke up together? It was just sleep, they were pretty tired but it’s the perfect place to go further if they want.

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Opening his eyes
slowly, Obi-Wan made a low noise of pleasure at a hand gently rubbing
his lower back.

Jango gave him a
lazy smile in return before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his
nose, hand resting on the small of Obi-Wan’s back. “Morning.
Hoped you’d wake up soon.” He murmured.

Yawning a bit,
Obi-Wan stretched slowly and peered sleepily at the other, thrilled
at the gentle kiss to his nose. “Oh?”

“I need to go
soon. I’m returning to work today, remember?” Jango chuckled
quietly before outright laughing when Obi-Wan pouted at him. “Oh
please don’t do that, you knew I had to return to work eventually.
You’re the only one lucky enough to still have paid leave for the
trauma you went through.” He teased, reaching up to run his hand
through the strands of red hair before shifting to get out of bed.

“Oh I know, I’m
returning to work later this week actually but I liked being able to
snuggle with you. I should have jumped into your bed ages ago, you’re
a proverbial warm water bottle at night.” Obi-Wan sighed, slowly
sitting up to watch Jango find his uniform. “You’ll be back at
four today?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah, hitching a
ride with Windu of all people. Think the bastard actually missed me.”
Jango smirked before heading to the bathroom to get ready. “Feel
free to steal my bed for as long as you want to.” He threw over his
shoulder.

Sighing quietly,
Obi-Wan glanced down at the bed before shrugging and laying down
again. It would be a shame to waste the heat.

Obi-Wan drowsed off
in minutes but he was pretty certain he felt a gentle hand brush over
his hair and a kiss on his cheek being leveled on it before the door
shut again. Next thing he knew was the sound of his cellphone shrilly
calling for his attention and him falling out of bed with a swear
that would have gotten Tahl to put him in the naughty corner as a
kid.

Grasping the
cellphone quickly, Obi-Wan answered it in a half daze.

“Obi-Wan?” His
father’s voice came in surprise, Qui-Gon obviously catching the
sleepy tones. “Did I wake you my boy? Its one pm!”

Yawning a bit,
Obi-Wan pulled himself up on the bed. “Mmmn, sorry, I was just so
comfortable and Jango let me have his bed when he went to work.” He
mumbled.

There was a pause
on the line.

“Not like that!”
Obi-Wan yelped, his foggy mind suddenly very clear. “We just shared
a bed, we were in our nightclothes dad! Sweet mercy.” He mumbled
when there was a deep chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Even if it was
the first thing, it really wouldn’t be my business if you choose to
‘mingle’. And I like Jango, he’s a good sort if a bit stiff
backed and militant, he looks after you. Does this mean you’re
dating him finally?” Coloring a bit at the question as Obi-Wan
listened to the sound of Qui-Gon’s cane, the man sighed.

“Yes, I am. I was
going to tell you and mom but it only happened this week and I wanted
to smooth a bit more into it.” He confessed.

“And that’s my
reasonable, cautious Obi.” Qui-Gon hummed. “You’ll have to
bring him by home so we can all have a family dinner. Bring him next
time Anakin has vacation?” The man asked.

“If we can both
get time off sure. You have to remember Jango’s a cop, he can’t
just take time off anytime he wants to.” Obi-Wan carefully fixed
the duvet and pillows before he got up.

It wasn’t like he
was going to get back to bed now anymore and he honestly slept too
long anyhow.

No, best get some
lunch into him.

Tucking the
cellphone between his ear and shoulder, Obi-Wan chatted with his dad
as he prepared himself some food, telling Qui-Gon about his week and
asking about the others in return.

Police and library is so good. May we have another part ? The first time they woke up together? It was just sleep, they were pretty tired but it’s the perfect place to go further if they want.

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Opening his eyes
slowly, Obi-Wan made a low noise of pleasure at a hand gently rubbing
his lower back.

Jango gave him a
lazy smile in return before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his
nose, hand resting on the small of Obi-Wan’s back. “Morning.
Hoped you’d wake up soon.” He murmured.

Yawning a bit,
Obi-Wan stretched slowly and peered sleepily at the other, thrilled
at the gentle kiss to his nose. “Oh?”

“I need to go
soon. I’m returning to work today, remember?” Jango chuckled
quietly before outright laughing when Obi-Wan pouted at him. “Oh
please don’t do that, you knew I had to return to work eventually.
You’re the only one lucky enough to still have paid leave for the
trauma you went through.” He teased, reaching up to run his hand
through the strands of red hair before shifting to get out of bed.

“Oh I know, I’m
returning to work later this week actually but I liked being able to
snuggle with you. I should have jumped into your bed ages ago, you’re
a proverbial warm water bottle at night.” Obi-Wan sighed, slowly
sitting up to watch Jango find his uniform. “You’ll be back at
four today?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah, hitching a
ride with Windu of all people. Think the bastard actually missed me.”
Jango smirked before heading to the bathroom to get ready. “Feel
free to steal my bed for as long as you want to.” He threw over his
shoulder.

Sighing quietly,
Obi-Wan glanced down at the bed before shrugging and laying down
again. It would be a shame to waste the heat.

Obi-Wan drowsed off
in minutes but he was pretty certain he felt a gentle hand brush over
his hair and a kiss on his cheek being leveled on it before the door
shut again. Next thing he knew was the sound of his cellphone shrilly
calling for his attention and him falling out of bed with a swear
that would have gotten Tahl to put him in the naughty corner as a
kid.

Grasping the
cellphone quickly, Obi-Wan answered it in a half daze.

“Obi-Wan?” His
father’s voice came in surprise, Qui-Gon obviously catching the
sleepy tones. “Did I wake you my boy? Its one pm!”

Yawning a bit,
Obi-Wan pulled himself up on the bed. “Mmmn, sorry, I was just so
comfortable and Jango let me have his bed when he went to work.” He
mumbled.

There was a pause
on the line.

“Not like that!”
Obi-Wan yelped, his foggy mind suddenly very clear. “We just shared
a bed, we were in our nightclothes dad! Sweet mercy.” He mumbled
when there was a deep chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Even if it was
the first thing, it really wouldn’t be my business if you choose to
‘mingle’. And I like Jango, he’s a good sort if a bit stiff
backed and militant, he looks after you. Does this mean you’re
dating him finally?” Coloring a bit at the question as Obi-Wan
listened to the sound of Qui-Gon’s cane, the man sighed.

“Yes, I am. I was
going to tell you and mom but it only happened this week and I wanted
to smooth a bit more into it.” He confessed.

“And that’s my
reasonable, cautious Obi.” Qui-Gon hummed. “You’ll have to
bring him by home so we can all have a family dinner. Bring him next
time Anakin has vacation?” The man asked.

“If we can both
get time off sure. You have to remember Jango’s a cop, he can’t
just take time off anytime he wants to.” Obi-Wan carefully fixed
the duvet and pillows before he got up.

It wasn’t like he
was going to get back to bed now anymore and he honestly slept too
long anyhow.

No, best get some
lunch into him.

Tucking the
cellphone between his ear and shoulder, Obi-Wan chatted with his dad
as he prepared himself some food, telling Qui-Gon about his week and
asking about the others in return.

Hi Moddy! I was wondering if we could see more Policeandlibrary (the cop Jango and librarian Obi-Wan AU)? Last we saw them, Obi-Wan was recovering from the bank robbery and Jango was recovering from his leg injury. I was hoping we could see Jango finally make a move on Obi-Wan and them get together. I feel like nearly losing Obi-Wan in the robbery must have made an impact on Jango and maybe that shakes him enough to make his feelings known.

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Holding the umbrella high to cover them
both, Jango squinted down the now dark roads of the weekend market
the two had gone to before they had known rain would come. Obi-Wan
had put on a warm coat but had forgone his umbrella while Jango had
snagged one out of habit as he hated being wet.

It was barely big enough for both and
Jango wrapped his arm around the others shoulders to pull him closer,
tucking Obi-Wan to his shoulder as he peered around.

When the other let out a little noise
of discomfort however, he quickly glanced down instead, watching
Obi-Wan pull his head away from Jango’s brown leather jacket to
cover his nose with a hand as he let out a small hiss.

“Did I push your nose into my
jacket?” Jango blinked, wincing when the other nodded. “Apologies
Obi-Wan, that was not my intention…” He pardoned.

That gained him a small smile. “Oh I
know you didn’t do it on purpose, my nose is just still sore from
when it got broken.” Obi-Wan said quietly.

“It would be, its the kind of thing
that takes time to heal from unfortunately.” Jango agreed, lowering
the umbrella a bit.

It was odd.

Standing there in the market made of
pop-up stands and colorful signs as people hastened out of the rain
as best they could, Jango felt almost like they had more privacy than
at their apartment. The rain dripped around and muffled the noise of
everything else but Obi-Wan’s breathing.

This close, his warmth was passing
through Jango’s clothes, practically branding him with the warmth
pouring from the others body.

Strange but wonderful at the same time,
Jango tightening his grasp on the others shoulder.

Obi-Wan peeked up at that, a small
smile quirking over his lips.

Stars light, he was pretty in his nice
warm army green coat with the fur lining and his hair mussed up.

Wait, was Obi-Wan getting closer?

Jango froze in shock as lips gently
touched his, Obi-Wan’s hands resting on his shoulders as the
redhead chastely kissed him.

And then the other settled his cheek on
Jango’s shoulder as he gave a hum. “I don’t think the rain is
going to let up anytime soon, we may want to find a cafe or something
to sit down and have a coffee and maybe a cake.” He mused.

And then he laughed as he caught sight
of Jango’s shell shocked expression.

“What? You thought you were being
discreet about liking me Jango?” He teased, playfully slapping the
other in the free shoulder. “You creep I saw you sniff my beard
oil.”

Jango’s ears burned at that as the
cop cleared his throat with some humiliation, his cheeks also turning
red. “I-I’m sorry about that. Honestly I was curious about it,
never meet anyone who uses beard oil before.” He mumbled before
blinking and looking at the other. “Wait, does that mean you just
asked me on a date?” Jango blinked hard.

“You’re endearingly slow
sometimes.” Obi-Wan chuckled, cupping Jango’s cheek with a hand.
“For such a normally smart man I mean.” He teased.

Smirking a bit sheepishly, the other
shrugged. “What can I say, you’re just too smart for me to be it
too.” He murmured before nodding his head towards the left. “And
I saw a cafe further up the way we came.” Frankly, Jango’s leg
could use a break considering it was aching from all the walking, not
that he would admit to it really.

Taking Jango’s free hand, Obi-Wan
nodded. “Then that’s where we will go.” He murmured warmly, the
two making their way from their safe spot through the rain.