#draluram

[ironhoshi]

The hilt of his lightsaber was no longer pressed against his back, no, it was now held captive in the same armored hand that had once been twisted in his poncho.

“My life,” he cried, twisting and stretching one arm back.

“Jango,” the Mandalorian said with a smirk.

[kad-dala]

Yaim'skraan

[lavenderursa]

Nadala Pirun

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[ironhoshi]

"We can talk more about this another time, when you are ready," Jango promised. Obi-Wan bit back a sigh. He had no desire to have that conversation anytime soon, even if he did love the person standing in front of him. 

A loud chirping interrupted his thoughts, a mere second before he was stumbling under an unknown presence. A wave of cold battered into him. Obi-Wan gasped. It was pulling at him, threatening to swallow him whole. It reached and craved.

The Force was screaming. 

Jango wrapped an arm around his waist, clear worry bleeding through their bond, and answered his comm. "What?" There was a bite to Jango's voice, one that made Obi-Wan curl into him more.

"Get back here. Alor's orders."

[ironhoshi]

draluram chapter 30.

[lavenderursa]

Draluram Part 6

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[ironhoshi]

Maybe "are we on a date right now" with public kiss for jangobi?

Granted! This prompt is found in this post.

The streets were awash with warm hues and Obi-Wan couldn't help the way he kept wandering off to look at yet another lantern. They were fascinating creations made of wire and flimsi. Small, delicate flames flickered happily inside each lantern and cast the comforting light. Delicate lines of artwork seemed to tell a unique story on each piece of expertly folded flimsi, but he didn't know the words. Jango tugged on his wrist again while mild annoyance rubbed up against his mind. 

His soulmate was getting irritated.

"Mm, sorry," he breathed out before moving to avoid a throng of celebrating children. The Festival of Stars was new to him, but he found he was enjoying the sheer brightness of it all. Reds, golds, oranges, mixed with startling blues coated practically every surface. The crowd was a mixture of faces graced with paint or intricate masks. 

"You are worse then Rex'ika," Jango grumbled. "If you run off one more time-"

Obi-Wan snorted hard, stopping the next words from Jango's mouth with a faint look. "I have some semblance of self control, thank you very much." The look he got in return was disbelief. Yes, well, he did tend to rush into some questionable situations, but really he wasn't that bad. 

"Come on, di'kut," Jango gave another tug of his wrist and they were off, weaving through the mass of people with ease. Intoxicating scents swirled around them and Obi-Wan cast a look at the booths of food. Everything was so foreign, so new, and he wanted to try it all. The bright purple fruit at one stand looked particularly interesting. Maybe Jango wouldn't mind sampling the cuisine?

"Speaking of," he finally said when they moved to stop next to a stand that had colorful knives on display. "Why aren't the children with us?" Jango had been in the process of eyeing a blade that looked like it was forged from a nebula, but now he was giving him the most indecipherable look. Obi-Wan stared back and tried to figure out what he was missing. The longer the silence drew on the more a flush managed to creep across his cheeks. 

What had he kriffing missed?

Jango raised an eyebrow and amusement twisted with desire slammed into his mind thanks to the bond. Obi-Wan coughed politely, shifting on his feet, and Jango grinned dangerously. What had Quinlan called out when they left- Oh! Oh, dear.

"Is...this a date," he asked a tad awkwardly, words heavy on his tongue. "Are we on a date right now?"

Jango's eyes lit up before he moved away from the knives, fingers trailing along the edge of the stand as he did so, and he stopped very much in Obi-Wan's personal space. 

"We are on a date-" The rest of the words he tried to say got swallowed whole thanks to Jango devouring them. The kiss sent something hot through him and for a moment he got lost in the feeling. Paper lanterns that pretended to be stars twinkled above them while merriment crashed around them like waves. Force, he wanted to get lost with Jango in this moment. Stars started erupting in his mind all thanks to the kiss. It was, unfortunately, the catcalls that finally slammed him straight into amused embarrassment. He pulled back slightly, but Jango followed. His soulmate was clearly not keen on letting him escape again.

"Jango," he brought a hand up to hide his face. "Please." Laughter danced in his mind, but Jango stepped back as requested. He did, however, make sure to grab Obi-Wan's hand, fingers tangled so they wouldn't lose each other. 

"Let's go try some of those noodle dishes we passed," Jango grinned. "And then we can figure out the rest of our date from there."

A date. 

He rather thought he would enjoy a date. 

[ironhoshi]

@inklingofadream  (thank you<3) tagged me to post the first line of my last 20 fics; 

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 other authors!

No order because I am chaos walking. Sorry not sorry.

(ノ^∇^) YEET~!

Concord Dawn Bed & Breakfast:  The last moving box was dropped rather unceremoniously in the middle of the bedroom.

Draluram:  Obi-Wan couldn’t help thinking for a planet that seemed to be entrapped in an endless storm it sure didn’t seem angry.

To Steal A Heart:  Music seemed to curl and weave around the jeweled dancers.

Hearts turn to dirt (Along with the rest of your body):  Revenge, there would finally be revenge after so many betrayals.

Burk'yc sarad:  Everything that happened, supposedly, was the Will of the Force.

Don't Suffer Alone:  Things were going wrong fast.

They Don't Care About Us:  Cold.

The Betting Pool:  It was safe to say the first time they got married was a pure accident.

Seeking Stars:  “Who’s that?” Din pointed at the faded and worn picture that was encased between two sheets of transparisteel.

Perception of More:  Fear seemed to pregnant the very air, but that was hardly new when it came to the Nightsisters.

In The Tea Leaves:  Cody paid attention.

Another Day, Another Headache:  If he stretched his hand just a little bit more then he could knock the case free of the alcove.

Aru'e:  He wasn’t worried about getting attacked in this dive, no, he honestly felt most comfortable in places like this.

What Boba Craves:  Things were a little too quiet and it was putting Obi-Wan on edge.

The Deal Is Struck:  Boba hadn't meant to summon a Jedi, but he wasn't going to pass up the chance for help.

What Boba Drinks:  There was this headache growing behind his eyes and he was positive it had a name that was shockingly similar to Boba.

What Boba Eats: Date nights were a tad few and far between thanks to their occupations, well, that and one precarious child with an infinity for explosions.

What We Do In Our Dreams:  From the journal of one Q. Vos- Dream walking or dream linking: the ability to enter your soulmate’s dreams or, as I like to call it, kriffing with Obes’ mind.

Distraction:  The first time he saw him, he looked like a drowned womp rat.

And You Trusted:  His eyes couldn’t quite comprehend what he was seeing, or rather, they didn’t want to comprehend.

I like short opening lines and I cannot lie. I guess it is common that I just leap right in to a fic? Idk. I’m half a pint in of my Totes McGoates BBBERRY SMOOTHIE. 

My favorite opening line? Hm. I guess this one:  

  Date nights were a tad few and far between thanks to their occupations, well, that and one precarious child with an infinity for explosions.

Uh, ...anyone can do this? Super no pressure tags: @fettupwithyou @madluluwriting @damiemontclair @yellowisharo @pretzel-log1c @meantforinfinitesadness @dom-i-nic @psychicshr00m @time-touches-eternity