Jango Fett

#MerSong- Ani, Obi, and Jango talk. Ani gets to feel reassured that Obi will not leave him.

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Curled into the other mer’s side, Obi-Wan couldn’t stop grinning at Jango. Ocean waves, his face hurt from how much he was smiling!

Finding Jango again felt like a damn dream, he’d never expected to find a familiar, friendly face again.

Not only had Obi-Wan managed to find an alpha that suited his taste, that he was maybe going to form a proper mating bond with but he had also found his old pod mate and friend. Even if things fell through with him and Anakin, he was guaranteed a home with Jango and his brood, because there was no way Jango would leave him to fend for himself.

Jango had always been a protective person and Obi-Wan couldn’t imagine parenthood had changed him

And speaking of parenthood… “I still can’t believe you managed to parthenogenesis, and so many of them!” Obi-Wan glanced around the cave, feeling Anakin’s arm latch around him as if he was an octopus instead of a mer.

He didn’t notice Jango’s amused stare at the blond’s needy action, absently patting Anakin’s hand on his waist instead.

“Yeah, I have no idea how I managed that either. And not all of them look exactly like me either,” Jango shrugged, reaching out to pull on Rex’s dark blue tail, the blond yelping and whacking his father with his tail before giving a burst of speed to get behind Anakin and Obi-Wan, avoiding retaliation. “Though, they’re all little shits.” Jango smirked, scratching at his chin.

Laughing, Obi-Wan shook his head and fluttered his fins at Jango. “As if you weren’t one at their age? We were in the same pod, I know what you were up to at their age.” He teased back, humming happily when Anakin nuzzled at his hair.

“Still can’t believe you’re here,” Jango mused, resting back against the cave wall, tucking his hands behind his head. “I was sure you’d already be mated ages ago to… oh hell.” Jango sighed suddenly, eyeing Obi-Wan with sharp, knowing eyes. “Satine choose another, didn’t she?” He asked grimly.

Flickering his tail, Obi-Wan glanced warily at Anakin.

It felt disingenuous to talk about Satine with Anakin there.

As if admitting the reason he left his former pod was because he wasn’t picked.

“Obi-Wan.” Jango stated sternly, frowning at him.

Sighing, Obi-Wan pressed into Anakin’s side. “No. She didn’t. I don’t know why and I didn’t have a place in the pod anymore, you know how many omegas there were in the pod, if I’d stayed, then there be no one I was compatible with.” Obi-Wan admitted quietly, fiddling with Anakin’s fingers on his waist.

Of course, mating wasn’t all there was to life, you didn’t have to have a partner or pups…

But Obi-Wan had wanted.

And he had thought Satine wanted the same with him.

‘Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, the ocean is bit a there are other chances.’ He turned his head, smiling up at the confused looking Anakin, the blond tightening his hug when Obi-Wan smiled at him.

“Whose Satine?” Cody, one of Jango’s older sons, asked.

Honestly, Obi-Wan could see himself getting quite well along with Cody and it seemed that between Rex and Cody, one of the two would be the leader after Jango, both powerful and commanding but Cody a bit more rigid than Rex.

“Someone that Anakin is very lucky is a moron,” Jango stated dryly, accepting one of his sons into his arms to cuddle, Obi-Wan taking notice that this one was an omega of all things and seemed to be damaged, scars stretching over their body and their tail not moving correctly. “But to answer you better, Satine is the clan head of my former pod, her father was when I was still in the pod.” He shrugged.

Cody frowned slightly, blinking before looking at Obi-Wan, putting two and two together.

Letting out a deep snort, Jango continued cuddling his son, another with a five of all things tattooed on his forehead coming closer to rub at the others back. “She was always a moron. Guess that’s to our boon though, you were always the cleverest of the podlings in group hunting. Never saw anyone take down a shark as easily as you did” He gave a toothy grin, laughing when Obi-Wan flushed at the impressed gazes he was getting from Jango’s brood.

“My boon, that’s for sure.” Anakin agreed quietly, the words only meant for Obi-Wan as the mer smiled shyly at his old friend, settled into Anakin’s side on the sand.

‘Yeah… this is my new pod. My new home.’ Obi-Wan nuzzled Anakin, chirping faintly at him.

He was home.

I’m curious, in Uncertain Beginnings does Jango go to check on Obi-Wan? And if so, how does he feel when he finds Obi actually resting?

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Grumbling to himself as he stormed through the sterile and brightly lit hall, Jango almost wished he came across one of the damn kamino’s so he could get an excuse to punch someone. Or maybe one of the trainers that were obvious in their disdain of him.

Anything to distract himself from the pulsing anger in his stomach.

But if that anger went out, he knew his concern would be taking over and he didn’t want that either so maybe it was good that he didn’t meet anyone as he made his way to the damn Jedi’s room.

The reason for his anger and also for his path?

A certain Jedi that was suppose to show up to lessons with the clones and hadn’t shown hide nor hair!

That pissed Jango off, yes, that was the only reason he was storming to Obi-Wan’s quarters because it was obvious to him that the di’kut jetiise had stuck his nose into his work again and fully forgotten the time again.

Which meant that once more, Obi-Wan would have forgotten to eat and drink Jango bet bitterly, stomping in front of the door to glare at the name tag on it.

‘None of my parents thought spanking did much to raise children but I swear, I am this close to pulling that di’kut over my lap and…’ Jango let out a hissed breath between his teeth and then sighed, rolling his shoulders before letting himself into the rooms of one Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It was brightly lit, as usual outside of night and smelled of tea.

The smell had seemed to sink into every surface it could and for some reason, smelling it brought a sense of calm to Jango as he looked to the couch, expecting to see the top of a red head.

But… he didn’t.

The caff table was covered in pads true enough and as he stepped closer, he noticed to his surprise an empty tea cup and a plate with only crumbs left on it and a bit of green vegetable that might have been a pepper at once.

Obi-Wan had eaten.

But where was the Jedi?

Glancing about confusedly as he stepped closer, Jango tensed as he heard a soft exhalation, his eyes dropping down only for his jaw to drop too.

Because now that he was close enough, he could look over the back of the sterile, white couch, staring down at Obi-Wan curled up on the couch, wrapped up in several blankets with a pillow under his head.

Not only had Obi-Wan eaten but he was also taking a nap.

Obi-Wan was taking care of himself and Jango closed his mouth as he slowly made his way around the couch and to walk between it and the caff table, kneeling down to look at the resting Jedi.

Pale as he was and with the dark rings around his eyes, Obi-Wan looked so much better asleep than he had done awake and Jango felt his anger and concern drain away to be replaced with relief as he stared at the sleep soft features of the Jedi.

If he was honest, Obi-Wan looked soft in his sleep, his mouth slightly open so air could puff out between his pale pink, chapped lips. His hair was springy, a sign of a shower as it was clean and Jango felt the urge to touch it.

He kept that urge back, knowing that it would wake the other.

Obi-Wan was a trained warrior after all, for all that he was laying pliant on the couch.

Glancing over him, Jango took in the sight of metal fingertips sticking slightly out of the blankets Obi-Wan had wrapped himself in and carefully, he tugged one of the blanket to cover them up while also tugging it up over the others shoulder to make sure he was warm. He knew that Obi-Wan didn’t like people staring after all and should anyone else come looking for him…

Well, Jango knew Obi-Wan didn’t like people staring.

Looking back at the others face, the bounty hunter couldn’t help but smile a bit, almost bitterly.

The sole survivor of Galidraan, a man that had torn apart Jedi with his bare hands and had spent years in slavery thanks to the Jedi putting their noses where they didn’t belong… and yet here he was, feeling relief that a Jedi was sleeping and eating.

It was almost incomprehensible and yet here Jango was, staring at a sleeping Jedi, tugging the blanket to cover him for his comfort.

‘And here I am calling you a di’kut when I’m one too…’ Jango sighed to himself before standing quietly, staring down at Obi-Wan. ‘I’ll tell everyone you’re unavailable for the day, the clones will understand you need the sleep.’ He decided, his fingers twitching to touch the others hair even as he resisted it.

Jango wished he could say it was easy to leave behind the sleeping, oblivious Jedi.

‘Damn my emotions to Sith hells.’

Hi there! Hope your quarantine is going ok 🥰. I just binge read Sweethoney, and I was wondering if you could write more? Anything you want

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Having a mate could be hard sometimes, after all, you were two different people and had different opinions as Jango and Obi-Wan had already experienced.

They had their share of fights and compromises and boundaries had to be put into effect all the time.

Jango had to know when he had to step back and let his mate be a Jedi and Obi-Wan had to know when to step back and let Jango be a bounty hunter. And both had to understand that they couldn’t step on each others toes when it came to their respective ‘children’ so to speak. Anakin wasn’t a child anymore but it still applied to him just as it did to Boba.

That could cause friction of course, with both Obi-Wan and Jango being strong willed and opinionated people.

It wasn’t easy to make such a relationship between such people work always.

However, it could also be beautiful to have a mate like that.

Cracking open the can of beer he had been given, Jango glanced up at his mate uncertainly. “Are you sure you’re fine with me drinking?” He questioned seriously.

They had this discussion before, when Obi-Wan first became his mate.

The only stipulation Obi-Wan had back then was that they weren’t to become drunk in front of Boba and frankly, that was something Jango agreed with.

He didn’t want Boba to see him acting peculiar or see his father drop dead drunk. He wanted his pup to have a good role model for drinking and only occasionally had something to drink, maybe a glass of wine with dinner or a bottle of ale.

The occasional whiskey for a celebratory purpose.

And if he was honest, he wanted to support his mate too, he knew that Obi-Wan enjoyed a fine vintage and the occasional drink too. But pregnancy didn’t allow for that, a fetus didn’t ask for the amount of alcohol.

It could take damage from one drink, never mind several. So yes, Jango had wanted to support the other and had intended to go on the wagon so to speak, not drinking as long as Obi-Wan was carrying.

So, Obi-Wan handing him a cold one out of nowhere was a surprise even if Jango appreciated it.

It was especially surprising since Boba was right there, furiously working on his homework that his teachers had given him as he sat on the floor with the work on the caff table, a book propped up against a pitcher of peach tea Obi-Wan had made for the boy.

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan carefully sat down against him on the squishy leather couch. “Jango, if I wasn’t fine with you drinking some alcohol, I wouldn’t get one for you.” He stated solemnly, nuzzling into the mandalorian’s shoulder with a small smile.

Sipping, Jango eyed him before humming slightly and settling back against the couch, sliding his arm around the others shoulders. Instantly, Obi-Wan made himself comfortable against Jango’s chest with a content little huff, rubbing his cheek to Jango’s collarbone.

Taking another sip, Jango noted that the can was condensing against the heat of his hand. ‘Can’t put it on the table without a coaster, would ruin the wood.’ He inwardly sighed. He’d hate to leave behind water damage on Obi-Wan’s nice, polished dark wood table.

Not that he was going to complain.

Hell, he had a cold beer in hand, brought to him by a mate that was being cuddly and was relaxing with said mate all but clinging to him.

And then Obi-Wan all but climbed into his lap, throwing his legs up over Jango’s knee to press into his side and chest even more.

Chuckling softly, Jango rubbed his cheek against the top of the others head. “Cuddly mate.” He whispered fondly, ignoring Boba rolling his eyes at them as he turned the page of his pad book.

“Mhmm, I am. So give me all the cuddles and I might give you a back rub before bed.” Obi-Wan teased playfully.

Having a mate could be beautiful and Jango wouldn’t trade his life for anything.

I know you probably have a couple of asks like this but, I need another episode of MerSong!! Whether a tearful reunion, or Obi hating Jango because he left, I want it all!!!!! Also I’ve been reading your stuff for a while now, and I love it!!!!

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“He’s late,” Jango paused at the tart words, peering up from his blade sharpening to give his boy attention. Cody flickered his tail, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down his father. “Anakin. He’s late, he should have been here an hour ago already.” He clarified, as if Jango didn’t know who he was talking about.

Cody and Rex, his twin, was the oldest of Jango’s pups that had stayed in the pod.

They were also his second in command basically, the two were capable, smart and would most likely become clan head when Jango one day either became too old to lead or died.

Which lead to the two being very aware of everything happening in their pod.

Shifting a bit, stretching his tail, Jango nodded. “I am aware Cod’ika,” He murmured, inwardly chuckling at Cody’s little grimace at the nickname. “However, I’m not surprised.” Jango continued sharpening his blade slowly.

Cody hesitated but slowly settled down on the sand outside their cave too, watching him. “Father?”

The hesitant, questioning tone had Jango chuckling faintly. “Look, Anakin has a pod, he’s safe with us and the omega is clearly interested in Ani pup if he’s lingering. However, he’s also alone,” Jango glanced at him, seeing dawning comprehension in Cody’s eyes. “Anakin has to convince the omega he’s going to be safe with us. For all this other mer knows, Anakin could be leading him on only to bring him to a cannibalistic den.”

Cody grimaced heavily but slowly nodded, glancing back over the kelp fields. “So you think its taking time cause the omega is frightened?” He asked, rubbing his gills thoughtfully.

Pride echoed in Jango’s chest.

He liked it when his children asked questions, tried to expand their understanding and to have Cody or Rex, two of his oldest willing to still ask questions… well, it warmed his heart. He didn’t say that however, simply nodded. “Frightened or potentially just cautious. Its not a bad thing, even if we’re concerned about our pod mate, but a smart mer knows not to simply swim into a black maw after all.” He hummed.

Cody only hummed in agreement at that, letting Jango go back to sharpening his tool.

If Jango was honest… he had hoped Anakin would shack up with one of his pups. He was quite aware that inbreeding was a dangerous thing and that some of his boys had paired up but hopefully, that wouldn’t be too damaging for future pups of such a pairing. Hopefully, the rest of his pups would find other mates from elsewhere.

‘Not that Echo will be having any pups ever…’ Jango thought bitterly, glancing to where Fives and Echo were shell hunting, the former’s tail moving awkwardly as always.

The humans had damaged Echo far too much for that, the fact that Echo survived at all…

Well, Jango wasn’t about to get in the way of any remaining happiness Echo would have, everyone was worried about his survival chances as it was and Jango’s heart bleed to consider Echo having the same life span as Boba, his youngest.

Echo was their most at risk member, his swimming ability hampered even as he found ways around everything else with his damaged tail.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Cody finally shifted, Jango glancing up to find his son focused on the kelp forest.

Glancing, Jango snorted as he heard Ani pup’s gleeful barks, the other announcing his progress. “There he is, he sounds fine, you can relax Cody.” Jango murmured, flickering his tail and rising too.

He had to admit, he was curious about this new omega, from what Anakin said, the other wasn’t from around here at all.

Too pale, too plush for a warm water native mer.

Anakin came out of the kelp first, beaming up at them before turning around and pulling another out of the kelp.

Copper red hair shone in the sun with glimmering silver scales, the flare of purple biolumiscent.

The mer swimming towards them with Anakin, a weaved seaweed bag over his shoulder was too damn familiar and Jango hadn’t actually forgotten where he had come from.

Or who he had left behind. “…Obi-Wan?” Jango muttered to himself, ignoring the sharp look from Cody at his side. There was no mistaking those colors, especially when the two came closer, shock and recognition crossing the other mer’s face.

The beard the other had gained in the years apart could never actually hide away Obi-Wan’s pretty features and Jango rushed forward before he could think, chirping and calling out to an old pod mate.

Obi-Wan chirped back, rushing past Anakin with delight as the two crashed together in a tight hug. “Jango!”

Jango had so many questions but right now, he ignored them as he instead wrapped the other in a tight hug, rocking slightly in the water as the cold water mer in his arms kept making chirpy, happy noises, feeling like he was barely twenty five and looking into glowing green eyes.

Oh I love MerSong so far. I wonder what Jango is going to think about Obi-Wan reappearing in his life?

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If the boy wasn’t Shmi’s then Jango might have boxed his ears when he smelled the unfamiliar scent of an omega on him when he finally arrived with Rex at the cave, everyone pausing to watch and scent Anakin as he swam past them.

The clear scent of a sweet omega clings to Anakin.

It makes it very clear why the other had been out way past the normal time they all returned and Jango had needed to send Rex out to collect the damn boy.

And Jango was severely unimpressed as he crossed his arms over his chest and gave Anakin a flat stare, flickering his scarred tail fin with narrowed eyes.

Quickly however, Anakin raised his hands. “Before you ask clan head, I didn’t tell him where our clan was or do anything rushed. We simply talked and showed off to each other.” He stated abashedly, his own tail flickering nervously while rustling the gossamer of his ears.

Narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, Jango finally after several minutes gave a small grunt and nod, Anakin relaxing instantly. “Fine, at least you have that much sense.” He grumbled before pulling Anakin in and pushing him towards their meal chamber to the gathered food the hunting party had collected today.

Flushing a bit, Anakin muttered before obediently moving to eat, most likely starved if he had been showing off to an omega enough to forget time.

Snorting faintly, Jango gave a small nod to Rex, his son giving a grin and a thumb up before swimming to find his twin, Cody and him being the first watch of the night.

His entire pod now safe in their home, Jango allowed himself to relax, settling down on one of the rounded rocks they had dragged in to groom his own tail even as his mind started to catalog the sweet unfamiliar yet somehow familiar scent.

Because it was familiar in a way that was bugging Jango.

Like he had smelled it before somewhere and not just because it was the sweet scent of an omega, a scent that was familiar to anyone that had ever meet an omega.

No, this particular scent was familiar to him.

Frowning at his tail, tugging out a graying scale from the rush of amber, Jango mentally reviewed the list of omegas he knew.

There weren’t many in these parts if he was honest and it wasn’t all that shocking that someone of them had found one outside of the pod.

And matching up with someone too close to the family was a bad idea even if some did.

But that smell…

It was bothering Jango a bit, how the scent almost made an ache appear in his chest and the need to go find whoever owned the scent clinging so faintly to Anakin. The urge to find and protect was something Jango needed to squash as night was falling and going out was unsafe, lest any sharks be around to make a meal of a lonesome mer.

Jango could fight, but that didn’t mean he wanted to meet up with a fucking great white.

Pausing, he looked to Anakin, rolling his eyes a bit when he saw the kid cracking open a crab to suck the insides. “The omega, they safe?” He grunted out once Anakin was pausing between legs.

Anakin paused too, blinking at Jango. “I mean, I think so. He didn’t really have a place set up so he bunked up in that human vessel out in the kelp plains.” Anakin grimaced heavily as he said that, his hands clenching on the crab leg in his grasp.

Not that Jango was any better, a silent snarl on his lips.

No one from the Fett pod liked humans.

Not after what had happened to Shmi and later on Echo.

Unwillingly, Jango’s eyes slid to one of his youngest, watching Echo awkwardly swim to his sleeping sand beside Fives, his mangled tail making it difficult.

“…Bring them around tomorrow, don’t want any omega to be caught up with humans again.” He grumbled.

Surprise registered over Anakin’s face before it turned to delight. “Yes! Of course clan head!” Anakin was almost barking in delight, his fins quivering visibly like a young pup.

Rolling his eyes, hiding a small smile, Jango went back to his grooming even as he tried to catalog that scent.

It was so karking familiar.

What happens next in Sweet Honey? Its my fave. Any update on Rex and Ani’s heat or Obi’s pregnancy? Thanks for the awesome fics!!

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Humming faintly as warm arms wrapped around him, Obi-Wan tilted his head to allow Jango to nuzzle into his neck. “Good morning mate.” He murmured quietly, huffing happily as his stomach pudge was lightly palmed.

“Morning,” Jango rumbled back, nuzzling more into Obi-Wan’s neck with a pleased sigh. “Wondered where my shirt had gone.” He teased lightly, settling to just hold Obi-Wan.

Chuckling, stirring around the scrambled egg, Obi-Wan gave a light shrug. “Didn’t want to bother with the tunic this early, got nothing to do after all, so unless a message pings in, I’m not leaving the quarters yet.” He hummed.

Jango nosed behind his ear, a pleased chuckle huffing out when Obi-Wan shivered contently. “Good, figured since we were on Coruscant, I could take you on a date then later tonight.” He muttered.

Pausing at the thought, Obi-Wan blinked before beaming. “That does sound lovely, we haven’t had any real dates, so having one now sounds wonderful.” He chirped, ignoring Jango’s sudden silence.

He knew that the lack of courting bothered Jango at times but he wasn’t about to let that twist his mates knickers.

“Boba can manage without supervision but Bant is in the temple and wouldn’t mind helping him if he wants to move around the temple,” He continued, not wanting Jango to get lost in his own thoughts and blame himself. It wasn’t like he planned the clone army or war, so their sudden mating wasn’t something Obi-Wan blamed on him. “Its hard for even experienced Jedi to find their way around sometimes.” He instead confessed.

Huffing faintly at that, Jango nodded, resting his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Makes sense, I’ve been trying to familiarize myself but… one corridor often looks the same as the others unless it got decoration. Aren’t there maps?” He sighed heavily.

Pulling over the plate he had readied earlier, Obi-Wan pushed the done scrambled egg onto it. “I mean there are, Jedi are encouraged to use their Force senses for it though. Its a none threatening way for Jedi initiate to reach out and hone their ability to both trust the Force and also find directions with it.” He stated, chuckling faintly when Jango muttered to himself.

“Can you download the maps for me? I don’t have voodo-force abilities.” He stated dryly.

Pushing the other back a bit so he could bend and check the stove for the heated bacon, Obi-Wan hummed in agreement. “Course, I’ll download it for you and Boba. Be careful not to let anyone slice it from you though, that kind of information can be… dangerous in others hands.” He stated.

There was an understanding grunt that was broken by a cry, both of them swinging around to find Boba with his hands over his eyes. “I saw nothing!” The boy squeaked out.

Blinking as they straightened, Jango and Obi-Wan exchanged bemused looks. “Boba’ika, what in the world…” Jango stated out in puzzlement, the two watching as Boba peeked through his fingers ever so cautiously.

The boy let out a deep breath, dropping his hands. “Oh thank the code, for a second there it looked like you two were…” He trailed off, nose scrunching up in an adorable grimace that Obi-Wan had no intention of telling him was adorable.

He knew the other prided himself on trying to be terrifying.

Pausing a bit, Obi-Wan thought back to the position they had been in and promptly flushed.

Jango however raised his brows and crossed his arms over his chest, a small smirk on his chest. “Whatever were you thinking we were up to Boba?” He questioned, full well knowing what their kit thought.

Boba turned bright red, even the tips of his ears turned red Obi-Wan noticed before he muttered and hurried over to the cupboards to get plates. “Lets just eat, I wanna go see Caleb, he promised to show me something super secret.” The boy huffed, ears and the back of his neck still red.

Unable to help himself, Obi-Wan let out a slightly amused snort, exchanging grins with Jango.

The life of a parent were never dull.

‘And we’re about to add more to our life,’ Obi-Wan thought to himself, hand dropping to his stomach as he pulled the stove door open with his other hand, retrieving the bacon for their breakfast. ‘We’ll never have a dull moment with our kits.’

Hi Moddy! I hope you’re doing ok especially with your last update regarding the poison. For policeandlibrary, what ever happens to the dinner? Does Anakin throw a tantrum or he finally accepts Jango to be the man perfect for Obi? Thank you. :)

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From everything cyare had told him about his brother in all but blood and the things Cody had hinted at, Jango had expected…

Well, he had expected to be glared at by a sullen teenager of a man, he had expected the shovel talk, hell, he had expected Anakin to latch onto Obi-Wan like a limpet and not let him out of his sight the entire time they were visiting, to make Jango as uncomfortable as possible.

That was not what Anakin did.

He had spent the first hour warily eyeing him, staring Jango down over dinner, a bit uncertain clearly and as a former foster kid and then adopted older child, Jango could understand that Anakin was wary about new people as Cody had warned him.

And then the two had gotten into a conversation about motorbikes and engines and… well that had pretty much been the ice breaker for them.

Anakin may be a wary asshole Obi-Wan had warned him but apparently Anakin also warmed up to people faster than any former foster kid Jango had meet.

Which lead to the current situation, Jango sitting in one of Tahl and Qui-Gon’s squishy chairs with Anakin on the left arm of it, an album laying open in the cops lap.

“And that’s Obi-Wan about an hour after he fell down the stairs at our school,” Anakin pointed at a picture of a weakly smiling Obi-Wan, both thumbs up with one missing front tooth, a bandage around his head and the clear swelling left eye that would likely turn into a black eye. He had a much younger Anakin clinging to his right side, looking up at him with wide eyes. “He was trying to make me laugh, doing this weird dance thing and instead tumbled down the stairs when he slipped on a wet patch.” The blond explained.

Wincing, Jango shook his head. “So that’s how he got the forehead scar he always talks out of telling about?” He glanced up at the blond.

Nodding, Anakin grinned a bit wryly, rubbing his stump as he had taken off his prosthetic for a bit since the stump was slightly swollen, Obi-Wan taking it to wash the socket of the prosthetic with the special mild soap.

Anakin had pounced on the opportunity to get out the album, both Qui-Gon and Tahl looking wholly amused by the situation, the two curled up together on the couch with Tahl settled on top of Qui-Gon’s chest.

The weed cookies were clearly taking their effect and mellowing out the older man.

“Pretty much, he’s a bit embarrassed by it, so he avoids talking about it,” Anakin glanced back at the album, his eyes softening. “He always tried to make me laugh…” He whispered, fond in ways Jango normally heard from his own family.

It made him smile, giving the blond a small pat on the arm that had Anakin flushing slightly, his sun tanned skin turning pink.

Taking mercy on the clearly bashful teen, Jango turned his attention back to the album, turning the page, chuckling at what was clearly a costume party of some sort. “What in the world is…” He looked up at Anakin, eyes slightly wide.

Glancing down, Anakin’s blush faded in favor of a wide grin. “Oh, I remember this! It was my first costume party ever that I got invited to and I was so nervous,” He laughed, tapping the photo. “And Obi-Wan offered to go with me despite it being a kids party.” Anakin beamed, glancing at Jango as the man switched between looking at the photo and the blond.

Anakin was clearly dressed as a pirate, the kid looking delighted as he had joined some game, a ball in his hand that he looked like he was about to throw.

Obi-Wan however was dressed in blue from head to toe with a long sleeved blue shirt and what Jango thought was form fitting blue jeans, his face was painted blue except for below his eyes that were ringed with white and some black that ran down his throat a bit. His hair had been dyed blue and some gel must have been used to spike it up a bit.

And pièce de résistance?

The cape that was clearly attached up at his shoulders and fastened along the arms, the fabric green and clearly showing of feathery print.

A peacock.

Obi-Wan had dressed as a peacock.

With blue hair.

Lips twitching, Jango stared before leveling Anakin a stare. “That’s hair dye.” He choked out.

Anakin’s grin grew. “Yuuup.”

Choking a bit more, Tahl and Qui-Gon cracking up on the couch at the memories, Jango couldn’t help but ask. “Oh, please tell me he had to walk around with blue hair?” He gasped out.

Cackling with his parents, Anakin nodded. “Semi permanent, it took him half a year to cut it all out, he refused to re-dye it red.”

And just like that, Jango lost it, wheezing and loosing it all over when Obi-Wan rejoined them five minutes later with a bemused look on his face and Anakin’s arm in his hands.

“What in the world is goi-ANAKIN, IS THAT THE FAMILY ALBUM!?” Obi-Wan’s smooth voice turned to horror and panic.

Choking, crying with laughter, Jango just folded over as Anakin, cackling, legged it with the album now safely tucked under his arm, Obi-Wan hot on his tail.

OKAY, so in UncertainBeginnings we see Jango sorta starting to fall for the Jedi who cares too much, but can we see Obi-wan starting to realize that he is falling for the Mand’alor. Also where is Dooku and how is it going with Qui-gon and Anakin?

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Jumping
a bit as there was a quick slap of
a caramel hand on the desk,
Obi-Wan turned his head and looked up at the annoyed Jango beside
him, an amused Boba on his father’s hip as he peered around the
man’s chest at the Jedi. “Wha-”

“I
thought you were going to start eating better again?”
Jango cut in acidly, gesturing down to the mealbar he had just
slapped onto the desk, clearly
referring to Obi-Wan’s conversation with Qui-Gon.

Coloring
a bit, Obi-Wan cleared his throat even as he sat up in his chair.
“I-I just need to prepare for the council member’s arrival that’s
all,” He meekly admitted, gesturing to the reports he was reading
off his pad. “I need to present the evidence and our case well so
the council agrees with me.” He tacked on quickly.

Giggling,
Boba shook his head. “Bad Jedi.” He giggled more.

Snorting,
Jango reluctantly relaxed at his son’s giggles. “You said it
Boba, bad Jedi. I’ll be telling Jinn about this if you don’t eat
this and then go to bed.”
He grumbled out before turning, heading the same way he had come
from. “You better be in bed when I return from putting Boba to
bed!” He called over his shoulder before disappearing out the door.

Flustering,
Obi-Wan cleared his throat before reluctantly picking up the mealbar,
blinking down at it.

It
was kelp bar.

The
single mealbar Obi-Wan had ever found to be palatable, slightly salty
sweet, filling and with a nice texture compared to the jerky stuff or
the bland rations.

It
could be a coincidence of course.

But
Obi-Wan had come to learn with Jango Fett that there weren’t many
things as a coincidence.

No,
Jango Fett knew that this was the single mealbar that Obi-Wan
actually enjoyed eating.

Carefully
opening it up, Obi-Wan cheeks colored ever so slightly before shaking
his head firmly, taking a bite out of the kelp bar.

There
was no way Jango cared for him, Obi-Wan was his link to the Jedi
council, the link to keeping Boba safe from the Sith Lord, his link
to not being persecuted.

But
it was nice to imagine wasn’t it?

To
have someone who cared for you enough to hunt you down and make sure
you ate.

Smiling
wistfully down at his lap, Obi-Wan glanced at the reports then to the
closed door.

It
would take the
bounty
hunter at least half an hour to get his son settled and asleep, that
was the minimum count.

And
more
likely a full hour.

And
yet…

Standing,
Obi-Wan made his way out of the office as he continued chewing on the
kelp bar, nodding to a few clones out on the move, smiling at their
endearingly awed emotions. Hopefully that would go away once Obi-Wan
introduced them to the rest of the galaxy,

Or
Obi-Wan
could get them to consider him friendly instead, he wasn’t all that
keen on awe.

Sliding
into the room he had been assigned by the Minister, Obi-Wan glanced
about as he finished off the last piece of the kelp bar, satisfyingly
full.

“…Tomorrow
they arrive, tomorrow the council arrives, Qui-Gon taking Anakin with
him. Tomorrow I’m going to have to argue for the clones safety, for
Jango and Boba’s sake and get Jango to present all the evidence he
has on the Sith Lord along with my own findings.” Obi-Wan breathed
out before shaking his head and moving to the fresher.

It
wouldn’t do him any favors to worry on it and loose sleep.

He
best brush his teeth, change and get to bed just as Jango had said.

Even
as he changed into his sleep wear, he couldn’t help but wonder
about having someone care about him properly, enough to find him and
make him eat.

‘Would
be nice, wouldn’t it?’ Obi-Wan mused, climbing into bed, his
metal arm whirring lightly before going silent. ‘Someone to tuck up
close to, to keep warm with and share secrets with. To have someone
that made you feel better and you could help make feel better.’
Obi-Wan stared into the room before ordering the light off.

‘Who’d
want an escaped experimental freak anyhow… no one, that’s who.
Certainly not a man like Jango Fett.’ Obi-Wan clenched his eyes
shut at that, blocking out the thoughts and tears that wanted to come
with and focusing instead on his own breathing.

It
took him longer than he wished to fall asleep, his mind whirling with
thoughts that made his chest hurt.

Yo, whenever you’re writing days hit again, mind updating Uncertain Beginnings?

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Wincing
a bit at the disapproval he saw in his master’s eyes, Obi-Wan
summoned up as good a smile as he could, still mentally throwing
curses at the man beside him. “I’m resting and sleeping now
master, promise.” He tried, a bit of puppy dog obedience still in
the young knight.

There
was a deep snort but Jango didn’t say anything more.

And
honestly, Obi-Wan was thankful for that.

When
he had allowed Jango’s presence for the call, he hadn’t thought
the man would talk much outside of confirming the information Obi-Wan
already knew to the council on, both the ones on the way and the ones
on Coruscant still.

Hell,
Jango had even opted to come in only the blue tunic and blue leggings
of his, not a shred of armor to indicate that he ‘trusted’
Obi-Wan, something the redhead knew that they weren’t quite on
level with yet.

But
Jango could play pretend, that much Obi-Wan knew and Jango was
playing pretend for the council with Obi-Wan it seemed.

But
then Qui-Gon had asked for his health, once the others had canceled
their call and Jango had spilled the truth of course, that Obi-Wan
had collapsed in the middle of a hallway because he hadn’t been
doing due by his body.

“I
expect,” Qui-Gon stated in a tight tone, a sure sign of his
unhappiness. “That you will be sleeping at least six hours a night
and eating three times a day Obi-Wan.”

This
wasn’t a council master speaking to a knight.

This
was a former master speaking to their padawan, their worried veneer
hidden beneath the
sternness of someone promoted to the council.

“Yes
master… I apologize for worrying you.” Obi-Wan mumbled, tucking
his hands into his sleeves while fighting against the urge to scuff
his feet.

He
wasn’t fifteen anymore, he wasn’t an uncertain, coltish teen
after all.

Sighing,
Qui-Gon let a small smile cross his stern
face,
softening
it up.
“Just please look after yourself, we’ll be there in three days,
so until then, just hold on and keep a low profile,” He assured him
before
tacking on the last blow that had Obi-Wan knowing he’d do as told.
“Please Obi-Wan, I worry for you.”

Smiling
faintly, Obi-Wan nodded and bowed slightly. “Yes master, may the
Force be with you.” He murmured softly.

Standing
from his seat, Qui-Gon nodded. “And with you Obi-Wan, now go eat.”
He scolded teasingly, the smile still lurking on his lips, almost
hidden by the beard in the holo before
he too faded away.

Sighing
faintly, Obi-Wan straightened then gave Jango a grumpy look, the
mando’a
only raising a brow in return that had Obi-Wan rolling his eyes.

“You
heard the man, food.” Jango drawled, gesturing for Obi-Wan to go
first and with another eye roll, Obi-Wan did indeed move first out of
the comm room with Jango following at his back, sliding up to his
side once they entered the hallway.

Rolling
his eyes once more, Obi-Wan sighed. “You didn’t have to tell him
anything.” Obi-Wan stated dryly.

A
loud snort that echoed the corridor escaped Jango. “Oh yeah,
because
I know you’d listen to me. I figured you’d listen to the man I
assume was your teacher more honestly.” He sent Obi-Wan a smug
smirk.

Sighing,
Obi-Wan shook his head, hiding away a smile as he tapped his metal
fingers against the hilt of his saber.

Well,
no one said the mando’a couldn’t plan. ‘And he is right, I
would listen to that kind of order. Qui-Gon saying please.’ He
mused, hiding away a slight blush when the bounty hunter thumped
their shoulders together gently.

Policeandlibrary Are we going to see Jango meeting Obi’s family? How does Anakin feel about his bro’s new boyfriend? How much shit does Tahl give Jango for proposing over text?

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Well
when he said he was going to figure it out, he did mean it but that
doesn’t mean that Jango likes the feeling of Anakin Skywalker
staring him down over the dinner table as he chats with Tahl and
Qui-Gon.

The
kid, or well teen really, is not easy to win over at
all, Jango can see it in his eyes, the suspicion he hadn’t even
bothered to hide or the tenseness of both mech and flesh hand on
cutlery.

But
considering Obi-Wan had dated a convicted murderer at some point,
maybe he has reason to be cautious and as Cody had told him, Obi-Wan
was a foster home child.

That
left deep traumas, Jango had unfortunately seen his fair share of bad
homes that looked decent on papers but ended up with kids being
abused.

And
even then, that was not touching on how Anakin became a foster child
to begin with.

And
to be fair to the blond, he hadn’t said anything, only watched
Jango and Obi-Wan with hawk eyes, making sure he had eyes on their
behavior and actions.

Jango
wasn’t a fool to note that while Anakin was still hand tense and he
was keeping his eyes stuck on them, he had eased up a bit, wasn’t
as tense over the shoulders anymore as he had been before.

So
at least there was progress as he chatted with Qui-Gon and Tahl about
their shop, the latest fudge recipe that was attempted and a few…
mystery cookies he wasn’t going to ask too many questions about.

Tahl’s
rather mischievous
eyes kept him from doing that, the look in those golden green eyes
just daring him while Qui-Gon just looked wholly amused at the entire
procession.

Obi-Wan
just had his head in his hands, laughing helplessly.

Hey,
if two old hippies wanted to enjoy a weed cookie now and again, Jango
wasn’t going to be the one to piss on their parade, it wasn’t
like they were harming anyone in the privacy of their own home.

And
he rather suspected that it aided Qui-Gon’s chronic joint pains
from being so karking tall, along with the car accident Obi-Wan had
spoken about.

So
yeah, Jango wasn’t about to do anything about the little hints that
were dropped.

Beside,
he’d seen worse people on alcohol if he was frank, most people on
grass tended to become weepy or happy buggers…. Except the ones who
had a bad reaction that was.

Which
Tahl and Qui-Gon didn’t seem to have.

“I
do have to say, I love the ring you picked Jango,” Qui-Gon suddenly
noted, reaching across the table to gently pull on the chain around
Obi-Wan’s neck, the redhead instantly straightening a bit to make
it easier for his father to see. “I was half worried about
something totally authoritarian or something… dimondy.” He
chuckled, warmly, letting go of the comet shaped rose gold ring.

“Dimondy
is not a word dad,” Obi-Wan stated wryly before Jango could say
anything. And then he was smiling, leaning into Jango’s side at the
cozy dinner table. “And it’s absolutely perfect, that’s what it
is.” Obi-Wan stated calmly, a soppy smile on his face as he looked
up at Jango.

Flustering,
Jango mustered up a small smile for Obi-Wan, winding his arm around
the others back.

There
was a snort, a deep one and Anakin lifted his glass of cider,
smirking at them. “Well, at least this one is better than the last
one.” He stated wryly, raising his brows at his brother only to
snigger when Obi-Wan stuck out his tongue at the blond in the most
mature way he could.

Well,
that was tentative approval.

Jango
knew it wasn’t fully, he was above the murdery ex but hey, better
than nothing and he had an entire weekend to show Anakin that he
wasn’t about to take Obi-Wan away for good or mistreat him.

So
he could keep watching, Jango wasn’t about to change a thing to win
the other over. He was just going to prove to him that he wasn’t
there to take Obi-Wan away from them and he wasn’t there to hurt
either Anakin’s family or Obi-Wan.

It
did help to feel Obi-Wan pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his
jaw, a comforting and affectionate touch as he leaned into Jango’s
side.

Sweet,
affectionate and soft.

Jango’s
wonderful little librarian.

Okay,
little was pushing it, Obi-Wan was just a tiny bit shorter
than him and
most of his family
but he had a tendency to make himself smaller so yes, Jango’s
little librarian hmph, fuck what anyone else said.