Smiling goofily as he rested his head on Obi-Wan’s belly, Jango couldn’t believe how his life had turned out like this.
Laying on the couch in the Jedi temple, between his mate’s legs, his head resting on the clearly pup swollen belly with Obi-Wan fingers scratching and massaging Jango’s scalp as the Jedi watched his silly little musical show with several pillows behind his back as he was more reclined than laying flat.
Or well, not silly really, but not Jango’s thing at least.
No, Jango’s thing was more feeling how big and warm his mate was, the sensation of his pup beneath his cheek as they moved, Obi-Wan’s sweet scent wrapped around them and the affection that seemed to just linger in the air somehow.
He never expected his life to go this way.
He had thought it be him and Boba, that was all there would be of his pack, a clan of two and no more.
And now he had an intimate pack consisting of Obi-Wan, Boba, Anakin and Rex as the others mate and external pack consisting of a thousand of vode and Jedi, the entire temple becoming a place of safety and warmth.
A proper Clan.
And getting to know the Jedi culture was also something he had come shockingly to appreciate actually.
If the Mandalorians of old had known what Jango knew now… well, he knew quite a few that would have been chasing down Jedi for courtship instead of battle for sure with the parallels that could be drawn between true Mandalorians and Jedi.
Both swore oaths to live by, both would protect their adiik with their lives, took in foundlings that became kin just as fiercely as any born to them, both protected their own people and both were people that could be marginalized by the rest of the galaxy, people as often turning on true Mandalorians as they did on Jedi.
To know that so much of the old hate was made on prejudice… it was strange to think and Jango wondered what Jaster would have said to all of it if he had survived Montross betrayal.
‘…He’d have been fucking thrilled and harassed the scholars in the temple,’ Jango thought some amusement tinged with sadness.
The years had taken the bitterness and anger, had dulled it so only the fond memories remained, but the sadness would always be there.
He’d always miss his adoptive dad, just as he missed his biological parents, just as he missed Arla and often wondered what kind of aunt she’d have been for Boba.
A gentle hand ran over his cheek, catching his attention as he shifted to peer up at Obi-Wan, the other staring down at him with a questioning, saddened gaze. “Your scent shifted, what were you thinking of?” He asked quietly.
Rubbing his cheek down against the belly, Jango let out a deep sigh. “I was just… contemplating how my father and sister would have reacted to all of this. That’s… all.” He rumbled out.
Obi-Wan’s eyes turned sad before he smiled comfortingly down at Jango, running his hand through his mate hair once more, purring quietly.
Jango couldn’t change the past.
The past would forever be stained in blood, pain and betrayal of the worst kind but he had the future in front of him. He wouldn’t soil the future by letting the past taint it, missing and mourning his past family was fine.
But he had a future family to think of.
And new pups that would come.
Catching Obi-Wan’s free hand, Jango brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles, rubbing the pale hand slowly as he held onto it, letting his mate comfort him along with the soothing feel of the pup beneath his cheek.
This was all he needed, Jango Fett had everything he had ever wanted.
A mate and his adiik, all safe and sound.
And he would fight tooth and nail to ensure it would remain that way.
Rubbing his face as he sat up, Obi-Wan blearily glanced around the apartment as the rain beat against the window.
How he… disliked Kamino.
And those damn kaminoans or longnecks as the clones called them.
Grimacing, Obi-Wan pushed his blanket off himself and got up, stretching slowly.
Force, he wanted to go home but he still had so much to do.
The council members would be arriving later today, Anakin would be too, hopefully his brother padawan could take a look at his arm. Lately the damn thing had been twitching oddly every time Obi-Wan used some of the internal bits unless he was hooked into something like with the prods.
But releasing the blade or electro prod made a strange twitch go through the workings of it.
Anakin had spent the last several years examining and working with Obi-Wan’s arm, being a natural tech wizard and supplied with the information that existed about Obi-Wan’s arm, he had improved it in several ways or fixed it.
The only thing he couldn’t do anything about was the derma covering Obi-Wan used to have.
Since Naboo and triggering the internals to take out Maul, Obi-Wan’s arm no longer tolerated the tight covering derma had, heating up after a few short hours to the point the derma started to melt off of.
That was not ideal and therefore they had stopped though sometimes they would try with new experimental derma, to see if it would work for him.
So far, nothing.
Obi-Wan often had to cover his arm with a glove if he was to planets that had issues with such things or had a climate that did not agree with his metal arm.
Sand in particular was an issue and Anakin had often complained about it to Obi-Wan.
Breathing out, Obi-Wan stepped over to the window to peer out at the raging ocean as the rain slammed down, his dream coming back to him.
The Senate in uproar, a smiling Chancellor with flashing golden eyes, the council with young Anakin in the middle and Senator Amidala walking on a tightrope.
‘A vision or just a dream… hard to say.’ Obi-Wan frowned to himself. If it was a dream, it was certainly one created by what he knew, what he suspected and what he had managed to get Maul to tell him under oath that he was not to reveal what he knew to anyone.
If only he hadn’t promised, if only the Force didn’t ping in warning every time he wanted to inform the council of Palpatine’s true nature.
He could only assume that the reason Jango he was able to inform the other was because he already knew what Palpatine truly was.
To this day he cursed his oath to Maul, the Sith apprentice behind the ray shields sneering in triumph as Obi-Wan sat there in shock, the Force filled with as much sorrow as victory.
An oath made in the Force was not one easily broken.
Of course, that didn’t mean that Obi-Wan hadn’t tried to subtly lead others to the realization of what Palpatine truly was, that he hadn’t made comments here and there and when the Chancellor had tried to have Anakin sent to him…
Well, Obi-Wan had balked and extremely loudly asked what an old man wanted with a young boy of Anakin’s age in private.
That had thankfully quickly put a stop to any meetings, though Anakin had refused to talk to Obi-Wan for two months, until that mission where Obi-Wan ended up in bacta in the Halls. He had woken up to Anakin holding his hand, the padawan’s eyes red rimmed and terrified, the boy crying into his chest for a solid five minutes at least.
It was what made Obi-Wan realize that Anakin dealt with loosing people badly.
And why Obi-Wan had sabotaged his own ship during a mission, forcing him to ‘accidentally’ land on Tatooine.
If there was an extra passenger on his ship and he was missing certain parts of his ship that was none vital for survival that he had to trade for ‘parts’ supposedly… well, the truth was only known to Obi-Wan and a certain lady.
The Force tingled and Obi-Wan looked up at its prodding, his eyes caught on a ship entering atmosphere.
Trying not to show how twitchy he was, Anakin shifted closer to Rex as they followed Obi-Wan and Jango through the Senate, the redhead more familiar despite Anakin having visited often.
But Anakin had always gone straight to the Chancellor, that was the path he was familiar with.
Obi-Wan was now officially a Senate liaison, having been taken off active duty due to his pregnancy and because of that, he would now be showing up in the Rotunda more often than not. Thankfully, today he was only here to observe the Senate meeting.
Jango, in full armor, was going with him because he was a protective bastard and as his mate, had full right to follow Obi-Wan anywhere in the Senate.
He acted very much like a bodyguard, scowling at everyone that looked at Obi-Wan the wrong way or too long, his helmet thumping on his thigh as it hung from his belt, clearly wanting everyone to see his face.
Jango was nothing if not a fastidious mate.
But so was Rex, who was sensing Anakin’s discomfort at being in the Rotunda.
After the failed heat, the two had cuddled together for a long time before Rex had quietly asked what Anakin wanted to do now that his heat was over.
That of course, had been very simple for Anakin now that his body didn’t hurt at the slightest touch to his most sensitive areas, which oddly enough included his armpits that had kept itching and burning for some odd reason.
He wanted to get bonded.
Rex had balked a bit, eyes wide as he clenched his arms around Anakin, panicked about the pain it would cause.
Bonding with an omega in heat was preferred due to the pain bonding could cause, both from biting through the gland and the bond slotting into place.
But why Rex thought that Anakin would be more sensitive to that than he himself, Anakin had no idea.
Rex didn’t have those omega prejudices many worlds had from old so it had surprised and honestly offended Anakin.
Until Rex had explained nervously that only a few hours ago, Anakin was crying if Rex so much as brushed against his bonding gland and that the last thing the alpha wanted after seeing that, was to cause more pain and discomfort.
It mollified Anakin, slightly.
And he had managed to talk Rex into it once he assured the other that he wasn’t as sensitive anymore.
It still had hurt like a bugger, something Rex had agreed with after Anakin returned the favor but Force, a mating bond was like nothing Anakin had suspected and yet everything at the same time.
Of course, that also meant that everyone was now able to smell Rex and Anakin on each other and knew they were now mates and coming to the Rotunda meant Senators… Senators like Padme Amidala, who had been staring at him from one of the higher floors for what felt like hours.
Even from a distance he could feel her shock and hurt, though he wasn’t sure why, she was the one that had distanced herself first when it was clear he was an omega.
And he knew that somewhere in this building, the Chancellor lurked, like a snake waiting to strike.
It was strange to think that once, that man had been a friend but once Anakin’s status had come out…
He would never forget the desire in the old man’s eyes and the slimy feeling it gave down his back.
A hand wrapped around his, forcing Anakin’s attention to the here and now as he glanced to his side, Rex peering up at him with a small frown that turned into a smile when Anakin squeezed his hand in return.
It didn’t matter now.
Anakin was bonded, neither Padme or the Chancellor mattered to him anymore, at least not in a mating situation.
Because Anakin was spoken for by a man he knew would always do his best by Anakin.
“Never once, not since we first kissed, have I ever doubted that you loved me. I knew it in my bones, Jango. Every time you walked away, every time you made it clear that I wasn’t enough for you, that you cared for me despite the fact that I’m a Jedi… I never doubted you. I missed you,” the first of his tears finally fall, scalding hot as it trains down his cheek to pool on the edge of Jango’s thumb. “But I rejoiced for you, knowing you’d made the best choice for your happiness.”
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