Jangoobi

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.

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.

SweetHoney: i think you may have updated this recently, but its the prompt that started it all for me and I can’t get enough!! can we get some more AniRex time? We know Anakin is approaching his heat, is it his first real heat? If it is, doesnt that mean it will be Rex’s first time helping him through it? How do they stumble their way through that? (First times can be awkward and scary)

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Breathing out heavily and flopping face down onto the couch when the
door closed, Anakin let out a small, embarrassed whine while dragging
one of the decorative cushions over.

He
whined even louder when a reassuring hand started rubbing at his
curls, lifting his face from the cushions he had buried his face in
to peer up at his mate, Rex smiling sympathetically down at him.
Though Anakin wasn’t oblivious to the slight flush of the captain’s
tanned cheeks.

“They
know.” Anakin huffed out, shifting up enough so Rex could sit down
and then pointedly putting his head in the others lap.

“Oh
yeah, totally,” Rex agreed, glancing to the closed door of the
quarters where Jango and the rest had gone out. “Well, except for
Boba. But the other two for sure.” He tacked on after a second.

Obi-Wan
had rather loudly been talking about going to see Dex, pointedly
pushing his mate to the door while Boba followed with high interest
in having junk food.

At
least Boba seemed oblivious, thankfully.

“Do
I really smell that much?” Anakin sniffed at himself before
grimacing and sending his mate a pleading look.

Rubbing
his fingers through Anakin’s short hair, Rex let out a soothing
rumbling noise. “Not really but I guess just like me, Obi-Wan is
sensitive to your changes and Jango… well he’s a bounty
hunter.” Rex shrugged awkwardly, as if that explained it all.

And
maybe it did?

But
then again, Jango was head of the pack, of the intimate pack of
Anakin. Maybe he was getting as tuned to Anakin as Obi-Wan was as a
pseudo parent in a manner?

Huffing
a bit, Anakin settled again, his head on Rex lap. “Maybe he can
read Obi-Wan enough to get the situation…” He muttered, Rex
letting out a thoughtful hum before nodding, agreeing with his cranky
mate. “But we really should do what Obi-Wan clearly intended for
us,” He pointed out, rolling his eyes lightly when Anakin gave him
a confused look. “We need to talk about what comes next.” Rex
explained patiently.

“Oh!”
Sitting up, face flushing slightly, Anakin rubbed the back of his
neck and damn him for being so pretty with that flush darkening his
sun tanned skin.

Rex
was head over heels for this omega for sure and he had a feeling he’d
be it even if Anakin wasn’t an omega. Reaching out, He rubbed at
the others cheek with the back of his knuckles, smiling slightly.
“Hey, its alright. We’ve… well we’ve done this outside of
heat.” He stated softly.

Nodding,
Anakin slumped a bit before shifting closer, resting his head on Rex
shoulder, his cheeks still a pink color.

“That
said,” Rex continued, resting his hand on Anakin’s thigh, smiling
at the sight of sun caught in golden short hair. “We don’t have
to mate for your heat.” He tacked on softly, willing to let Anakin
have a way out if he didn’t want to share his heat.

“…I
do want to share my heat with you though. I just… I’ve never had
a person there for my heat. It… Obi-Wan says its different when
you’re in heat, everything… narrows down in a way.” Anakin
nervously played with Rex hand, running his fingertips along the top
of his head.

Turning
his hand and catching the wandering one, Rex squeezed the others
hand. “Okay, okay. Then I need to get an alpha contraception shot
from the Halls here at the temple, I don’t trust condoms
considering Obi-Wan and Jango right now.” He stated wryly, grinning
when Anakin snorted in agreement.

“You’re
right. I’ll take a contraception shot too but Obi-Wan has that in
the bathroom so I can get it here,” Anakin rubbed his fingers
through his hair before snorting at Rex surprised look. “Just cause
he has them doesn’t mean he always remembers to use them.
Apparently Jango is a… distraction.” He grinned toothily.

Blinking,
heavily, Rex slowly shook his head before snorting and tilting his
head enough to peck Anakin on the cheek, giving his braid a playful
tug. “I guess we… got it then. We just need to prepare. Will you
have your heat here?” They both glanced towards Anakin’s bedroom.

Hesitating,
the Jedi squeezed Rex hand. “I would be more comfortable
there but… well, Boba and Jango are around here and I kinda don’t
want Obi-Wan to hear us either. So I think I’ll requisition one of
the heat rooms and bring my nesting items.” He stated quietly,
pressing into Rex side.

Settling
on pressing a kiss to Anakin’s temple, Rex just cuddled his tall
omega mate with a small smile of understanding.

To him
it was fine whatever Anakin wanted, it was his heat, his choices and
Rex would be there for it.

And if
he was a tiny bit nervous over the fact that he was actually going
through with bonding with his mate?

Well,
everyone had nerves and his eagerness made up for any form of
nervousness.

He was
going to mate his Jedi.