#jangobiweek

[midnightmeatsubway]

Day 3 - Undercover ( Teens at Death Watch) from the Nobody’s gonna know tiktok

[pitchthepeach]

Day 6: Fix-it AU

[jangobiweek]

Prompts for Jangobi week! Feb 1st-7th 2021

Day 1 - Enemies to lovers 

Day 2 - Time Travel 

Day 3 - undercover 

Day 4 - Forced To Work Together 

Day 5 - Competence Kink 

Day 6 - Fix-it Au 

Day 7 - Happy Ending 

Please pass this around so anyone interested has a chance to see them! Feel free to send  any questions you have our way, and we’ll do our best to answer them timely. We’re going to set up an ao3 collection to at least bookmark any works created and hopefully reblog any on tumblr when the week comes! :)

P.S additional and/or more artist friendly prompts might be released if wanted

[inkformyblood]

To Love Is To Learn

Jangobi Week 2021 Prompt #6 Fix-It AU (Canon Divergence mid-Kamino)

“Decommissioned?” Jango stopped, his boots ringing on the metal floor. The spindly Kaminoan, Lino Bivui, turned back towards him, twisting a stylus round their pale fingers. Their cheeks were flushed a pale grey, something that resembled excitement sparking in their dark eyes. It sent a cold shiver of unease running down Jango’s spine, and he tucked his thumbs into the hip pockets of his blacks to stop himself from reaching for the blaster on his hip.

“Yes.”

Jango fought the urge to roll his eyes, the gesture no longer hidden behind the safety of his helmet. Muscles he didn’t know he had ached from training the new batch of troopers, and exhaustion had been a constant companion for the past two years. But he was still here, roaming the halls with the Kaminoan, rather than curling into his bed for a few hours before the training began again.

“What,” Jango let some of his irritation gather in his voice like an oncoming storm, “exactly do you mean by the decommissioning of the clone troopers?” The words ‘of my sons’ went unspoken, bitten back at the last second, because how could he not love them? It would be as impossible as trying to pluck every star from the sky with his bare hands. He was Mando’a, regardless of what people tried to say to him, and some instincts were harder to shake than others.

Lino Bivui drew themselves up higher, confused and affronted and Jango didn’t care. He wasn’t about to ask twice, letting himself finally wrap his fingers around the handle of his blaster. Their eyes dropped to it the movement, as dark and liquid as the sea on this infernal planet, and they sighed. 

Telling Jango what it meant may not have been the last thing they ever did, but they sealed their fate when they finished with ‘After all, they’re not human.’

Green blood covered the walls, dripping from Jango’s hands as he worked methodically through the floors, enacting his own brand of justice. When the day dawned on Kamino, the facility was empty and Jango Fett, along with his sons and storage vats, was nowhere to be found.

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Jango didn’t know exactly what time it was — the instinct had slowly eroded with every year of peace that passed — but he knew it was too damn early. 

An exploratory press of his hand sideways came away tangled in a cold nest of blankets, some softer than he was used even now, revealing Obi-Wan was already awake and up with their sons. The thought still sent a twisted curl of warmth through his chest, Jango’s heart beating slightly faster whenever he remembered that Obi-Wan had chosen him, and let Jango love him in return. 

His train of thought was derailed as the crushing weight firmly settled on top of his chest shifted, one tiny hand pressing into his cheek. “Bui’?”

Jango fought back the reflexive groan, knowing his previous plans last night — of being able to luxuriate in bed with his riduur on one of Obi-Wan’s rare mornings free — were now impossible and half-opened an eye. A blurry face stared back at him, impossibly close and Jango did groan this time, eyes snapping shut again to try and dissuade the eager toddler sitting on him. 

It didn’t work.

“Bui’!” Jango flinched away from the resounding squeal, the noise sending a blaster bolt of pain through his head. He hooked his arm under the wriggling toddler and twisted them both so they were lying on the blankets, side by side, hoping beyond hope that his restless son would settle. 

“Bui’, up!”

Jango resigned himself to wakefulness, navigating by touch — making the child next to him giggle in delight and try to grab at his fingers — to press his forehead to his son’s, breathing in the gentle scent of floral shampoo and the faint tinge of engine oil.

Clearly, the Alpha batch had gotten distracted while watching their younger siblings already.

The group was so similar to Jango already that on previous occasions, he had found Jaster’s admonishments falling from his lips, an echo that made him turn pale with looks of teenage defiance turning to worry in a second. 

“Good morning, ad’ika,” Jango groaned, pressing his shoulder back as far as he could, hearing the bone crack with the motion. He squinted down at the boy, a growing sense of confusion washing through him. Which child was this?

The decision to decant the remaining batches from the storage tanks had been a long argued over one. The battle raged until the early hours of the morning, only to resume at first light, proving to be ultimately pointless when they all discovered that the children would die otherwise. 

Plo Koon and Shaak Ti had deliberately not looked at the other before they crept from the meeting room towards the tanks to begin the process as soon as they heard. Jango suspected they were the key driving forces — except Jango and Obi-Wan himself — in annulling the previous agreement between the Kaminoans and the Senate and granting all of his sons their freedom.

Jango sat up, the child copying his actions clumsily, a wide grin on their face and eyes fixed on him. A quick check of his outfit: the steel blue of the batch marked to be the 501st Legion originally, helped somewhat, but not enough. He couldn’t be Echo or Fives — those two were never far apart from each other — and he lacked the careful braids of Tup. Jango sighed, roughly kicking his legs free of the blanket and standing up, the child already rising to his feet — wobbling slightly on the uneven mattress and raising his arms to be picked up. 

“Kix?” Jango asked as he obliged. The delighted peal of laughter as he settled the boy on his hip let him know he was wrong once again. 

The tiles were warm beneath his feet, and Jango smiled to himself as the memory of Obi-Wan collapsing into the bed beside him — his skin sun-warmed and smelling faintly of honey — rose unbidden as he walked towards the door. For all Jango treasured his memories of Obi-Wan, nothing could compare to the man himself.

Obi-Wan sat crossed-legged in a pool of dappled sunlight, a gently steaming cup of tea next to his knee with one child sat in his lap with a look of such intense concentration on his face Jango couldn’t help but grin. 

“Cody has been such a good help this morning,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes still closed but his face inclined towards Jango regardless. Cody opened one eye — the other slowly opening despite his best efforts — and nodded enthusiastically.

“Have the rest been behaving for your buir?” Jango asked Cody who, even at the age of approximately seven, carried the self-inflicted responsibility of the other children on his shoulders. 

Cody paused, clearly trying to think of a half-truth as he spotted the child held on Jango’s hip.

“Seventeen said they’d only be a few minutes,” he reported finally. “And that Jesse wanted to find Kix so he wouldn’t be any bother, and Kix is still asleep.”

“Cyar’ika, we need better colour-coding for our children.” Jesse was already squirming to be put down as Jango lowered him to the floor, trying to run towards the sleeping Kix — sprawled on the floor next to Obi-Wan — even before his feet made contact. 

“Oh?” Obi-Wan did look at him then, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, hair shot through with gold in the sunlight.

Cody sighed a far too world-weary sound, and wriggled free of Obi-Wan’s lap, crossing the room to scramble into the playpen with Boba and Rex instead.

Jango laughed, leaning down to kiss Obi-Wan as he had been wanting to do since he first woke up. The other man laughed against his lips — laughter prompted by the disapproving sigh that echoed from the teenager passing by their open door, one child clinging to his back — and reached up to wrap his arms around Jango’s neck, fingers tugging at the curls at the base of his neck. 

“I love you,” Jango whispered, trying to fit years worth of gratitude and love into those three simple words. 

“I know.” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft and so full of love that he could have plucked Jango’s heart from his chest and he wouldn’t have protested. 

A wail made them break apart, Boba noticing that Jango was in the room and reaching for him demandingly as Cody held Rex balanced on his hip, smoothing one hand over his younger brother’s blonde curls. 

Jango kissed Obi-Wan again, quick, gone before the other man could do much more than blink and moved towards Boba. The morning was golden, and his family was safe. It was everything he never imagined he would have on that day when he fled from Kamino, blood on his hands and a sobbing child on his lap while the rest sat silent and scared in the hold. And Jango was so grateful that he had made that choice, as it brought him his family.

[feelinkeeli]

Jangobi Week - Day 1 - Enemies to Lovers

I did not prepare at all for @jangobiweek so I'm just going to aim for 500-1k word for each day and you guys get to enjoy the rough draft editions.

I will post all 7 days into a single work on ao3 once the week is over.

And for no other reason than my muse felt like it I'm doing Role Reversal AU for the whole week. So there'll be Jedi!Jango and Bounty hunter!Obi

It was late. Jango simply wanted a meal before making his way back to the temple. His mission had been unexpectedly challenging and longer than estimated because a karking bounty hunter didn't know when to give up. Taking a deep breath, Jango acknowledged his growing anger and irritation and did his best to release it into the Force. Food and then get back to his ship. The Firespray wasn't the most comfortable ship for sleeping but Jango always found the trailing lights of hyperspace soothing.

Jango had barely taken a seat and served a basic meal when a too familiar figure sat down across the both from him.

"I'll have what the Jedi's having, please," Obi-wan kriffing Kenobi asked the server, smiling up at the besalisk like he was the handsomest being in the galaxy.

The server wisely looked between Kenobi's insufferably charming face and Jango's scowling one and wisely beat a hasty retreat.

Pouting, Kenobi finally looked at him with sad tooka eyes. "Really Master Jedi. You shouldn't scowl so much. You're ruining the Jedi's reputation for being serene."

"What do you want Kenobi? I've already handed the fugitive over to the local authorities. If you want reimbursement you will have to have the Bounty Hunters Guild take it up with the Client," Jango asked.

Jango wasn't sure if it was a miscommunication between Denon's security force and politicians or the planet hedging their bets, but the Bounty Hunter Guild and the Jedi Order had both been asked to bring in a fugitive. Generally when that happens the Guild has typically already handled the matter. Politicians moved slow and the Order was consistently backlogged; his master said the Order handled maybe a tenth of requests sent their way.

It was the will of the Force that Jango happened to be in the sector and Master Sifo-Dyas saw fit to cut through the usual bureaucracy to assign him the mission. Something his former Master only managed due to his strong talents in the Unifying Force and seat on the Council. 

Which given the events that followed, probably meant Jango was meant to meet Kenobi. The only question that remained was why. Why did Jango need to know this bounty hunter?

"Already contacted the Guild Master. While not as nice a price for handing in Tierbri myself, I am receiving the down-payment the Guild received," Kenobi said with a shrug. His words rang true in the Force and Jango sensed no malice from him.

"That doesn't ans-" Jango started to demand only to choke on his words in surprise. 

Under the table and out of sight in the cantina's dim lighting, Kenobi's foot was rubbing against his ankle. The look Kenobi was giving him was absolutely salacious and the Force was suddenly broadcasting Kenobi's interest and mischievous glee.

"I am far from a sore loser, Master Jedi and your… performance in your duties was quite admirable. I was rather hoping we could celebrate your success together," Kenobi said with a youthful charm to his face; something Jango hadn't thought possible with the beard.

"Jango."

"I beg your pardon?" Obi-wan asked, frowning.

"If we're going to do this you should know my name is Jango Fett. Not 'Master Jedi'," Jango explained amused by the feeling of Obi-wan going from confusion to surprised pleasure. "And I am going to need a drink."

Obi-wan’s brows raised at the remark. "I hardly think I'm so hideous you need liquid courage to share my bed."

"Trust me, you aren't the reason I need the drink," Jango assured him as he waved the server down.

Force preserve him from meddling former masters abusing their power to help get him laid.

[wanderingjedihistorian]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: They met purely by chance. By the end of the evening, Obi-Wan had rescued a trapped tooka, returned it to its owner and acquired a Mandalorian friend. Within a few months, Jango became his boyfriend, not just a friend. There were times Obi-Wan was sure the Force was laughing about it.

Rating: T

[buddingramblings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett, Mace Windu, Jaster Mereel, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CC-2224 | Cody, Luminara Unduli, Shaak Ti, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Jangobi Week, Jangobi Week 2021, Time Travel, Undercover, forced to work together, Competency Kink, Time Travel Fix-It, Happy Ending Summary:

Jango wakes up to the ceiling of his quarters in Keldabe, sits up, and, for a moment, doesn’t know where he is.

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And that’s a wrap for my Jangobi Week participation!

[1001aus]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Knights of the Old Republic (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Boba Fett & Jango Fett, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex Characters: Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224|Cody, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Jangobi Week, Jangobi Week 2021, Enemies to Lovers, Cuddling, Enemies With Benefits, they might be getting down but they aren't getting along, one (1) non-explicit handjob, will probably be as spicy as it gets, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Obi-Wan's Mandalorian kink, Fantasy Tropes Series: Part 8 of a string of barely coherent vignettes Summary:

Jango Fett and Obi-Wan Kenobi fall in love, fall into bed, and fall into the past—but not in that order.