#jangoshaak

[auxxrat]

good morning tumblr. for being away for so long, I gift u a new jango/shaak moodboard

I made it so I could post pieces of my fic on tik tok <3

[phoenixyfriend]

Fics for @smut-wars-exchange are no longer anonymous! I did four:

Sweet and Pretty for Me for @huntressdarkness - Cody/Anakin, Cody/Anakin/Rex, and Anakin/501st, omegaverse AU

Lazy Morning for @silverxsakura, and @extrapenguin - Mace/Anakin, post-war no66

(We Both Know Why) You Come to Me for @a-aristippus - Fox/Anakin, post-war no66, more BDSM than actual smut lmao

A Wedding Night to Remember for @chocmarss - Jango/Shaak, vaguely historical fantasy AU, arranged/political marriage

I'll make Actual Posts with summaries etc in the morning, but hey! Author reveals!

[blackkatmagic]

Shaak/Jango: A lot of people have tried to kill me. Ive been doing this for over 20 years. One learns not to take it personally.

“Really?” Jango drawls, staring down at Shaak’s hand like there’s going to be poison on the palm.

Shaak doesn’t waver, just tips her head a little and gives Jango a smile. “You sound surprised, bounty hunter. This is the best way for both of us to survive.”

Jango's eyes flicker up, down, up again, and it’s meant to be dismissive, but Shaak knows wariness when she sees it, and it makes her smile just a little. “Lady, I just tried to put a slug through that fancy headdress of yours.”

With a chuckle, Shaak takes a step closer. “Fett, I've been a Jedi for decades. If I held a grudge against everyone who had tried to kill me, I would have more enemies than you.”

That, at least, makes Jango snort, and he lowers his blaster a little. Still eyes her hand, but after a long moment he reaches out, clasping her wrist in a tight grip that’s just on this side of a threat. “You don’t take it personally?” he asks.

“If I did, it would be worse for all involved,” Shaak demurs, and flicks a glance past him, to where one of the Hutt’s advisors is watching them. tilts her head, leaning down towards Jango, and murmurs, “Don’t look now, but I believe we’ve caught someone’s interest.”

Jango scoffs, and his hand tightens. With a hard jerk he pulls Shaak in, right up against his armor, and turns, sliding a very obvious hand up her back. “Didn’t realize a Jedi could pull off the bounty hunter look,” he says, low and a little rough, and Shaak wraps her hands around his upper arms, holding on even as she leans into him.

“Do I?” she asks tilting her head. “If it helps, I didn’t realize a bounty hunter could pull off the selfless hero look.”

Jango's eyes narrow faintly, but before he can say anything there are running steps, a voice shouting, “Dad!”

With the instinct of years spent in the crèche, Shaak turns, stepping away from Jango and leaning down. To his credit, the little boy with Jango's face and a head full of brown curls doesn’t even hesitate. He grabs her, and Shaak lifts him, turns, gives Jango her best smile as she boosts the child up on her hip.

“Boba,” Jango says, eyeing them. He shifts closer, one hand going to Shaak's hip as he leans in, hiding his face, and murmurs, “Got the key card?”

Boba grins, and it’s a shadow of Jango's smirk, almost startlingly identical. “Got it,” he agrees, and Shaak chuckles.

“Minions, Jango?” she asks, amused.

Jango rolls his eyes. “Don’t just grab the first pretty lady you see,” he tells Boba. “Sometimes they're snakes.”

“You like snakes, though,” Boba says, perfectly innocent, and Jango growls. It makes Boba snicker, and he grabs onto Shaak's shirt, then says, “Let me down.”

Agreeably, Shaak sets him down on his feet, and murmurs, “Well-acted, my friend.”

“Dad was pretending to do his alpha thing,” Boba says, and a seven-year-old shouldn’t sound so unimpressed, but it still makes Shaak laugh. Boba smirks at her, and asks, “Dad, is she your partner?”

“For now,” Jango allows grudgingly. He glances up at Shaak, then says, “We still need the code for the system if we don’t want to get fried by security ten seconds after we break in. And that asshole with the horns is the only one who knows it.”

“He was the only one who knew it,” Shaak says mildly. “Did you know Togruta naturally have higher alcohol tolerances than Zabraks?”

Jango stares at her for a moment, then barks out a laugh. “You got the Hutt’s chief bodyguard drunk?” he demands. “What about all those fancy Jedi mind tricks?”

“Unnecessary in this case, I'm afraid,” Shaak says, and offers him her arm with a sly smile. “Perhaps we should make it clear that our collusion isn't anything that need alarm Lord Vuchesk.”

“This Hutt lord lives on gossip,” Jango says disgustedly, and bypasses her hand, looping an arm around her waist and hauling her in tight against his side. When Shaak raises a col brow at him, he smirks at her, reaching up and very obviously chucking her under the chin. “We walk in there without at least two meters between us and it’s going to be all the way in Wild Space before we walk out again.”

Shaak grabs his wrist as he pulls it back, squeezing just enough to be a statement, and says with her best charming smile, “If you do that again, Jango Fett, I won't be responsible for the loss of any fingers.”

Boba, lurking on his father’s other side, snickers loudly.

Jango's eyes narrow, a threat and a dare all at once. “Yeah? You like to bite, sweetheart?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Shaak says mildly, and hooks her fingers into his belt. “I believe you have a mission to finish, Jango. And so do I. Seeing as we have all the necessary pieces between us, perhaps we should start.”

After a long, long moment, Jango drags his gaze up from her mouth to meet her eyes, and says, “Once we’re out, all bets are off. You're a Jedi, and that means you're fair game.”

Shaak can feel the pulse of his heart, though, the way his attention keeps catching on the way his fingers fit around her hip. She chuckles, leaning in just a little, and gives Boba a wink that makes him grin.

“I like a good hunt,” she says. “Which of us is the better hunter, do you think, Jango?”

Jango stares at her, then looks away, takes a breath. “I think I'm willing to find out,” he says, and pulls her into the Hutt’s audience chamber, barely a hair’s breadth between them.

[auxxrat]

Hard Times -JangoShaak Oneshot

The radio just needed a few more tweaks to the wires, solder them together, and then place the back piece on correctly. Jango fiddled with the tiny screwdriver in his hand, then grabbed the iron and gently placed the flat end against the copper bits, melting everything together. After he put the two wires back in gently, he popped a few more batteries in and then screwed the back on tight. 

It took all of four months and two hyperspace trips to finish, not to mention the amount of shoplifting to get the right parts. The glass was the hardest part to fix, and Jango wasn’t trained in anything to do with glassmaking. So it was either find an exact piece that fit the front, or learn.

Thankfully, a random shop on the outer rim had the exact piece he needed, and the shopkeeper couldn’t say no to Jango’s persuasiveness (a blaster to the face, without Shaak looking, of course).

The buttons and switches were much easier to find, Jango could’ve used anything as a replacement, really— but once Shaak started anticipating its shiny new reveal, Jango couldn’t help but try and make it look worth more than its model was. Fixing its connection and antenna was easy work for him, nothing he didn’t already know how to do. 

When it was done, a huge weight was lifted. Now, there was no more silence when things got tense, or when hyperspace became too lonely. Shaak was excited; any form of life made her feel better, especially when she rarely got to see or talk to any of them because of how much they were running around. Once the back was in and Jango had it flat on the table, he pressed one of the little red buttons on the front, and it immediately connected to the Republic stations. 

Once fully connected and out of the static, a mini holo-figure projected itself out of the top. A live feed of whoever was performing. You could see a bit of the stage, some heads at the front, and hands, and you could hear their voices— but that was all. Nothing detailed. It was old. 

Right now, a man dressed in black was playing with his guitar, strumming to an odd beat and not exactly playing his guitar the right way. But the song was good, and a Torgruta woman sang next to him, something about getting married on a hot planet. 

Shaak came over from her spot on the makeshift floor-bed, putting whatever book she had down and walking over with a smile on her face. She had told Jango about the radio station back in her room at the Jedi Temple, how she listened to music whenever she could, and was never picky about what was on. When they walked out on the street, she’d stop at every singer on the road and give them her time; listen to a song or two, and then give them what she had. At first, Jango thought it was annoying. Not only was it a waste of time, but it wasted what resources they did have, but over time, he began to find it endearing. 

Plus, it was easy to learn a lot about what people had to say through song. What they were struggling with, how they survived, and how their government treats them. It made a part of him yearn for the songs from home.

Shaak walked up to Jango’s little swivel seat, leaning onto his shoulder as she listened and watched the little figures perform. She listened to the whole song, never hearing it before today, while Jango just watched her. After the performance, there was a huge crowd uproar. They applauded what Shaak expected to be by the way they acted on stage, couple— clapping and cheering as the girl walked off and the man dressed in black grabbed the mic. 

“Now we have a very special guest tonight who wants to perform a very, very, special song.” 

Shaak absolutely gave in to the whole thing, watching intently and anticipating the next guest just as much as the crowd. She also thought the man was a little handsome.

“I hope you enjoy the song, folks.” 

There was another wave of cheers and claps, and then a Twi’lek with dark colored skin, and a glamorous suit with twinkling gems adorning every inch. 

“Who’s that?” Shaak asked with a bit of humor in her voice.

“Some really famous singer, I guess, thought you would know,” Jango ever so lightly teased her, feeling her practically melting into his lap. 

“Well, I don’t, I just listen,” She answered back quite plainly, but that was just Shaak, and he’s come to learn that. 

The singer grabbed the mic, beginning to sing an old, sweet, and slow love song. They sat and watched for a few seconds before Jango offered his hand, urging her to take it with a soft shoulder jab. Shaak gave a little nudge back and smiled, lacing her fingers with his and hopping off the chair (really just his lap, but they wouldn’t bring it up). 

Jango tugged her into the middle of the room, kicking away the sheets and blankets from the makeshift bed. The clapping on the radio continued for a while, the singer waving and smiling before a different mic was brought to him. Jango pulled Shaak in close. She followed whatever way he moved. 

She’s never danced before, let alone with anyone else. She’s seen plenty of people dance, lovers, friends, in a romantic way or just for fun— people watching was one of her pastimes. Shaak always knew there was a little part of her that yearned to have something like that, platonic or romantic. She felt a little awkward wrapping her arm around Jango’s shoulder and holding his other, it was different than the times she’d unknowingly grab onto him, or wake up wrapped up in each other. That was far different; it wasn’t like they wanted to. And they always separated from each other when they noticed, despite never actually wanting to let go.

The man began to sing, grabbing the microphone ever so intimately. Holding the stand close, like how Jango was holding her. Like a lover. His voice rang out clear and smooth, starting at a very low pitch.

“Wise men say…” 

At the first beat of the singer’s warm voice, Jango’s feet pulled them into a slow dance. 

He held Shaak so close they were breathing in each other, trying to avoid inevitable eye contact by looking over each other’s shoulders. But it didn’t stay like that long, it couldn’t, not when it was them. Jango ended up smoothing his hand down her waist, bringing Shaak in closer than the Jedi Order would allow. 

They both fell into the steps pretty quickly. Shaak took some coaxing and silent reassurance, but she picked up the steps fast. It was slow and sweet, probably the only other way Jango knew how to dance. It was either this or cultural dances, and songs he desperately tried to push out of his head (remembering was only needles in his heart). 

It was almost… suffocating, having Shaak that close. A sinful temptation, a beautiful one at that, but it would only have to stay that. A thought. Nothing real, no matter what was there between them. But it was still torture just existing around her, around each other. It was weird. All they could ever have was right there, but not up for the taking. It made Jango want to run away. 

Why be with someone he can’t have? Especially when it made him feel trapped, not being able to just hold her. 

“Some things were meant to be.” 

The radio continued to play in the background, words and melodies bouncing off the metal walls of Jaster’s Legacy, surrounding the two in their own little world as they slowly danced. Jango extended his arm to give Shaak a little twirl, to which she laughed and ducked under, slipping back into his arms afterwards. Her back pressed against his chest. Jango swayed a bit, taking advantage of the situation to finally feel her warmth when he was actually awake (her rolling into his arms while sleeping didn’t count, not to him, but it was still nice to wake up to). 

He twirled Shaak out of his arms again, just to hear another light giggle from her. Sometimes he wondered if she had any fun. Or if her whole life has just been learning and meditating. Obviously, she’s never taken part in a mud fight. They were back to their original position, now just a little more comfortable with the moves and each other, but the song was coming to a close. 

At this point, the singer felt a little sad, like he was also yearning for someone.

“But I can't help falling in love with you.” 

Jango spun Shaak for the final time, letting go of her hand when she was fully out of his arms. He felt cold after that. He immediately went to turn off the radio. 

Shaak stayed put and watched, waiting for the right time to say something.

“At least we know the old box works, right?” Jango tried to fill the blank, slowly becoming awkward, space. What do you even say or do after doing something like that? ‘Hey, that was fun, I’m gonna go mourn my life now.’? 

“Thank you,” Shaak finally blurted out, still looking at Jango with a pleasant smile. 

It caught him off guard. 

“You’re welcome,” He answered back curtly, avoiding eye contact. He wasn’t exactly good with this type of thing.

Shaak still looked like she wanted to say more, but decided against it. Instead, she went back to the makeshift bed on the floor, fixing it up from where Jango kicked it aside. A thick silence fell over them, not awkward, but not ideal. More unsaid words, exactly what they needed the least. Jango turned down the radio, letting it softly play in the background for Shaak as he went up into the control room. He squeezed himself between the seats, finally catching a breath from what felt like being underwater. Shaak just had that effect. 

They weren't out of Hyperspace yet. At least a couple more hours, hours they could definitely nap away. Not that Jango slept that much anymore. 

Slowly, Jango shut down the lights to Jaster’s Legacy. No need to make themselves a moving target, even if they were in hyperspace. More than pirates lurked out in the Galaxy. He shut down everything that would make them stand out, everything over than the general power that kept them moving. If the slightest bit of metal was scraped on this ship, Jango would know; Shaak wasn't worried about a thing. 

After shutting down the final big lights in the cockpit, Jango squeezed back past the seats and returned to the main room. Shaak was there waiting, blanket in her hands, still fixing the mess of sheets and blankets. 

“Ready for bed?” Shaak Ti asked calmly, staring at him until she got an answer. 

“Yeah,’ Jango replied more quietly than he meant, “more than ready.” 

They were both beyond tired after a day of running from authority, much to Shaak’s distaste. She was still a Padawan; it wasn't like she could talk her way out of trouble. She was supposed to be learning. Shaak crawled onto the floor, fluffing up her pillows before snuggling in on her side, facing the wall.

It’s not like they were supposed to be sharing a sleeping space anyway, but hyperspace was so cold… 

Jango knelt slowly, climbing in after her. He sprawled out comfortably on his back, staring at the ceiling for a while before Shaak broke the deafening silence. 

“We’re safe?” It was a short question, her voice soft in the moving air. 

“Completely,” Jango answered, eyes shifting over to the dark body next to him, almost unrecognizable if it weren’t for her little horns poking out. 

“Are you upset with me?” Jango broke the silence again after a little while, finding himself a little anxious about whatever the answer may be. 

That day had been crazy. Jango had pulled Shaak through more than enough trouble. Who knows what would happen if anyone in the Order found out she helped him, and then the events afterwards? It was easy to string them together. A human and a Torgruta with a lightsaber? It had their names branded on the front. The Order was bound to find out. It was nothing that slow dancing could fix, or a silly little radio to remind her of home, Jango would own her more than that for this. 

“Why would I be upset?” Shaak answered genuinely, but Jango didn't answer. Now he just felt embarrassed. 

Another thick silence fell over them, nothing but the vibration of the ship and the sound of the airways to lull them to sleep. Jango had his eyes closed, focusing on a soft ticking sound that came from one of the vents, when he heard Shaak’s blanke move. Suddenly, part of the blanket was over him, and he could feel the soft warmth of her leg over his. A subtle treaty, a way of showing him rather than telling. A comfort. 

“Goodnight,” She whispered, still facing the wall. 

“Night,” Jango whispered back, eyelids now heavy. Shaak really did have an affect on him. 

—

Stop. Stop– Please. Stop.

Torr pinned Jango down to the ground, wasting no time in plunging his knife into the boy’s arm, slicing right through the meat and into the sand. 

Jango screamed like a dying animal. 

A guttural, bloody scream that was a beg for life. Torr Viszla only laughed in his face. Leaning in so close that Jango could only thrash more, causing the blade to cut in so close to the bone,

“You scream like your sister.”

Jango’s stomach rolled, his chest tightened, and he was brought back to that day. When Torr Vizsla’s men landed, shot his parents, took his sister, when one of his commanders chased little Jango through his family's field, laughing before pinning the boy to the ground, before he tried to– 

Torr crushed Jango; he was still young– he had no chance against a war machine that had been running longer than him. 

“Awe, what’s wrong, Prince?” His knee began to crush into Jango’s legs, “What happened to that little face, huh? Those cute little curls? Didn't like my men chasing you?” 

Jango’s pupils shrank to an unnatural size, chest huffing and puffing, body still fighting and pushing to survive. 

“Come on, boy, scream.” Torr took out his knife from Jango’s arm, looking at the huge slice on the side of his arm that went too deep, “You know I like it when a Fett fights back, maybe you’ll be more fun than Arla. Maybe you’ll be just as–”

Jango shot up from the bed like a missile, drenched in sweat to the point his hair clung to his forehead, but he felt so cold. The warm body next to him stirred, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes; her voice was groggy as she spoke, 

“What happened?” Shaak asked, hand going up to Jango’s wet forehead to brush the short curls aside.  

“Just a dream,” Jango tried to answer coherently, but his eyes and brain were still fighting sleep. But he felt disgustingly dizzy and sick. He couldn't even remember the whole of the dream, just that voice. 

Shaak knew it was more than that, otherwise he wouldn't have rocked the whole bed trying to get away. The outside traffic of Coruscant buzzed, the never-ending lights shone through the windows, giving Shaak just enough light to see his pale face. He had tears, dried and wet, all over his face, not just sweat. Shaak could see the harsh lines between his brows, the dark bags under his eyes that she noticed the moment he showed up on her balcony. This was probably as deep a sleep as he’s gotten in a while, and it was still being interrupted by nightmares. 

“Jango..” She spoke extra softly, hand cradling the back of his head, only then could she feel how his body was trembling. 

She urged his body to lie back down, holding him close as she leaned back against the headboard. Not that she wasn't also fighting sleep, but Jango needed her. It’s been too long since he needed her. Shaak began to hum ever so gently, nails running through his curls and softly running down his back. It was how she calmed the younglings, rubbing their backs, and it seemed to work on Jango every time. 

Jango was suffering from the nightmares, but Shaak, no matter how long it’s been, always knew how to help him. The shame was sharp, the memories felt like they weighed more each time he thought about everything. It made being alive too difficult. It made trying to be a man shameful. There were times when he didn't even feel like a man. Like it had been ripped away from him, and whatever he was now… was pathetic. It was painful to remember anything that wasn't his time with Shaak. The hands were all over him. Women’s wailing, the sight of their bodies, the knowledge of what another human can do to their own…

How was he supposed to live with all he’s seen? The deep-seated fear of becoming one of them kept him up for days.

It kept him away from her. 

There were even times when he’d look at Boba, so small, looking exactly like him… and wondered if he’d ever hurt him. He didn't want to. He knew he wouldn't, but the thought of it.. It caused a rift in his relationship with the clones and even with Boba for a bit. He couldn't hold them, look at them, he felt like he couldn't breathe near them. 

Especially after the Kaminoans told him that they weren't his. Not really. Not even if he wanted them to be. 

“You’re okay, Jango.” She hushed him, even if there were no tears, “There’s no one who can hurt you anymore.” 

–

Even though Coruscant was a horrible place environmentally, and the lights never died out, the sun still rose and shone through the windows, spreading across the floor and bed of Shaak Ti’s apartment. 

Half the pillows were on the floor, as well as some blankets, and even half the sheet was lifting off the mattress. Loud snowing filled the room, other than the humming and rumbling of the outside traffic. Jango was lying on his stomach, half on top of Shaak, hand hanging off the side of the bed. Shaak was curled up under him, legs intertwined, sleeping heavily under her human blanket. It was so perfect. It was how they were supposed to be. 

Jango shifted, arm wrapping tighter around Shaak, holding her tightly as if she were going to escape. It should be her worrying he’s gonna just up and leave before she even wakes up. Jango’s constant jolts and snores eventually woke her up, which was better than waking up to him pulling on armor. She tried to get up, her elbows popping up under her, but Jango’s hold made it difficult, even to sit up. 

Shaak let out a quiet groan, taking up the room she did have to roll over onto her back. 

Instead of fighting it, Shaak just went limp again, taking this as an opportunity to have genuine quiet time. She snuggled in closer, blocking the sun rays with Jango’s heavy body, listening closely for each breath. She watched his back rise and fall, watched every jolt, and wondered what he could possibly be dreaming of now. It took a while until Jango finally moved, loosening his grip just enough for Shaak to struggle free. She sat on her knees once out of his unconscious death grip, watching him just for a little while longer until deciding she was hungry enough to leave all of this. Even just for a few minutes felt too long. 

The apartment that Jango had bought for them to secretly meet up in wasn't the biggest in Coruscant, but Shaak felt it was most definitely the coziest. It was on the outside of the major city, far enough from the chaos of everyday life, and wasn't so big that she felt like she was in another Jedi Temple room. Two rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a nice living room area. Just enough for them. 

The same little radio that Jango had fixed all those years ago sat on one of the counters. Of course, it was past its expiration date, but with some new parts and a very determined man, anything could work. Plus, Shaak was a little sentimental. She turned it on, lowering one of the nobs so that the music wasn't too loud. Changing it to her favorite station, Shaak began to cook with whatever they had, which wasn't much. 

This was the first time they’d been here in quite some time. 

A slightly static voice came through the speakers, a man’s low voice, and a nice band to follow in the background. 

Jango came in while Shaak was raiding the cabinets, looking through each and every one of them before even noticing that he entered the room. He stood there quietly at the doorframe, knowing Shaak would sense his presence sooner or later. She did, but continued going about her task. 

“Want breakfast?” She asked, popping two pieces of bread into a little toaster oven. 

“I didn’t think there was anything even here,” Quick and curt, a little grumpy. Just how he was in the morning.

“Just bread, enough for some toast.” Shaak turned around and leaned back on the counter, arms folding over her chest. 

“Mm,” Jango shook his head, “I’m good.” 

“Fine, you're misery later when you realize you're hungry, not min.e” She turned back around when the soft ‘ding’ of the toaster oven went off, leaving Jango to his grumpy morning session. He’d become more social when he woke up more. 

The kitchen was suddenly full of little domestic sounds. Shaak making some breakfast and washing whatever cups and silverware she used. Jango pulled the chair out from the table, then another one for Shaak, before he sat down with his head down in his arms. When Shaak walked past, she let her hand drag over his back gently before sitting in her seat. 

“Thank you,” She tried to say in a cheery voice, wanting the mood to lighten before… before they had to leave. 

Jango picked up his head and dragged his hands down his face, yawning before answering, ‘yeah, sorry I’m just tired” 

“Didn't sleep last night?” She took a bite of her toast. 

“Not really.” He answered, thinking back to the multitudes of nightmares that popped into his head last night. It’s like they just kept coming until the sun came up, or whenever Shaak held him. Even then, once that voice was heard, it never went away. He didn't know what to do anymore. 

“Thank you, though, for last night, that helped.” He reached over and grabbed Shaak’s other piece of toast, taking a huge bite out of it. 

“Of course,” She smiled quite cheekily, “It’s not anything different.” 

“Don’t play,” Jango warned, still not awake enough for Shaak’s teasing. To other people, she must seem like an angel, but to him, she was relentless with the teasing. 

Shaak chuckled, finishing her toast. Jango finished the piece he stole quickly before Shaak could take it back, getting up and walking over to the radio, 

“You still have this thing?” He picked it up. “When was the last time I fixed this thing?” 

“The last time you were here.” That comment had a little sass behind it.

“Yeah? Well, it still works.” There was meaning behind those two comments; Jango was just too tired to decipher it. 

He put the radio down and turned it up more, finally ready to get on Shaak’s nerves before making his great escape. It was another live show, Shaak’s all-time favorite station, where the same man was still singing. 

Shaak didn't answer him, just kept scrubbing at the plate even though it was spotless. The room was once again filled with silence, other than the running water and Shaak’s anxious cleaning. Jango leaned over the counter and watched, assessing where her brain was at and what she could be feeling right now. Ticked off, probably. Jango was annoying. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t mess around anymore.” 

How dare he play around when he was about to leave?

Shaak didn’t answer, just pulled her lips into a tight smile. It made his stomach curl. Why did she have to grow up and act like a mom every time? It really did make him feel like he was getting scolded by a parent. Jango went around the counter, sticking himself between the corner and Shaak so that she was forced to, at least, acknowledge him. Treat him like a kid, and he’ll be just as annoying as one. 

“Come on,” He jerked his head over to the radio, offering Shaak his very work-worn hand, “At least before I go.” 

“Just once.” Shaak let her hand slip into his, their fingers lacing together. Suppressing a smile from forming on her face, one that Jango noticed but pretended not to. 

Just like they did all those years ago, Jango dragged her into the middle of the room and brought her close, so very close. Just as they got settled, the song that was playing slowed to a stop and a new one began, the same singer going from sad to even sadder– if that was possible. It was obvious that three people in the room were yearning. 

“Oh, my love, my darling. I’ve hungered for your touch, a long, lonely time,” 

It wasn't exactly like back then. They were older now. Shaak was a woman who knew better, and Jango was a worn-out man who was too young to be that beaten up. But it was nice to pretend, for their huge galaxy to shrink into just a room with them. 

“Time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much. Are you still mine?”

It was just as quiet as last time, but not a peaceful one. It was a silence that was heavy with everything that had happened, everything they’d gone through by themselves. Too many unsaid things, so many things and events that happened that they just couldn't find the words to explain. There was too much loss in their hearts. Shaak had lost too much; it didn't matter if she was with Jango or without, life was changed. And still, she couldn't get over him. She almost didn't become anything within the order because of how she stuck her neck out for Jango, and when she was given a Padawan, she failed. And he wasn't there. 

Jango had become less of a person, still with morals, but bounty hunting wasn't favorable in Shaak’s eyes. He had more potential than killing; he was more than that. They really had become something entirely different. 

Shaak Ti had hope once that maybe Jango could bounce back from everything that happened; that she could actually help him.  She hoped that despite the Order, there could be a way that they could be together, or at least see each other. 

But Jango was rarely seen and never heard. 

“Time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much. Are you still mine?”

Jango spun her around and then back into his arms, waiting for the light giggles that would usually follow such a move, but Shaak was quiet. 

“Wait for me, wait for me, I'll be coming home,”

When he tried to pull the dip move on, she finally laughed, head leaning back in a laugh as her hand gripped his shoulder hard. 

“Alright, alright!” She laughed louder, hands still gripping Jango’s shoulder, scared she was going to get dropped. 

“I wasn't gonna drop ya,” Jango smirked ever so slightly, stopping the dance but still holding her close. 

The song slowed to a stop, leaving Jango just staring at Shaak with half-lidded eyes, tension growing thicker by the minute. But she didn't let it. Shaak knew where it would lead; they had gone too far before. Shaak couldn't let it happen again. 

She pulled herself away, smoothing out her skirt awkwardly as Jango looked disappointed, but what did he expect?

“I think it’s time for me to go.” Shaak could hear the regret in his voice, obviously not wanting to leave, but once the words left his mouth, he sadly knew he couldn't take them back. 

This was it. Their time together for who knows how long is over. They’d go back to their lonely lives, and Shaak would have to live with being separated from him. She knew his heart was loyal, that she practically had ownership over his heart and mind, but not him. Shaak also knew what he was prone to do when he was lonely, and it still hurt; yet, who was she to bring it up? 

The whole situation was unfair for both of them. Shaak had no right to be as jealous as she was, but it still stuck in her heart like a needle each time he was away. 

“I should return to the Order,” Shaak answered, keeping her eyes down and away from meeting Jango’s. There was no doubt that Master Yaddle was expecting her return; the Council would be waiting to hear about whatever made-up mission she came up with this time. 

It was a long moment of thick silence, full of sadness, as they walked around the apartment collecting their things. Shaak got her Jedi robes together, Jango collected his armor, and packed all his weapons away. Slave-1 was hidden in the lower parts of Coruscant, so Jango put every piece of armor on, including the jet-pack. Strapping up his boots and giving them a good stomp on the ground and a shake, just to make sure everything was on and together the right way. Shaak collected her lightsaber from the nightstand, listening to the sounds of Jango’s armor clanking together. When she turned around, his face was gone and covered with his helmet. 

He ceased to be Jango, all but killing the little farm boy that Shaak loved so dearly, and turning into the most feared man in the Galaxy. 

“What will you do now?” Shaak asked solemnly, already knowing the answer. 

“Wherever the job takes me, you know that.” 

Painfully, she knew. 

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i need to write jangoshaak.

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so basically they’re canon

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jangoshaak red dead redemption au moodboard <3

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