Jangoobi

A2nt chance of more RexAni in the sweethoney verse? Or something with Padme?

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Catching his mate’s hand, Rex
quickly pulled Anakin into the
dark alcove they were about to pass and
dragged the other down before Anakin could question him, pressing his
nose into Anakin’s neck as the commander made a little squeak noise
of confused shock.

Despite
his action, Rex was also listening for the others, hearing Jango and
General Kenobi continue on, Boba talking about something but Rex
focus was on his squirming
mate because….

“Rex,
what in Sithspit name are you-”

Cutting
his mate off, Rex growled softly, gently, just enough to make the
omega shut up and listen, because
Jango’s bones knew Anakin could be stubborn.
“You’re closing in on a heat Anakin, I can smell it on you.” He
whispered. It was only the cusps of heat but after this much time
spent intimately aware of Anakin and his almost musky sweet smell,
any changes were obvious to the clone captain.

A
low, shocked noise escaped his pretty mate. “What? But I’m still
on… that’s out of schedule,
I shouldn’t be entering heat for another few wee-” Anakin pressed
his hand to his mouth to muffle the little moan he almost let out,
feeling Rex rasp his teeth over his bonding gland.

“Don’t
know what to tell you mate,” The captain mumbled, eagerly huffing
in the changed scent, taking in as much of Anakin’s heat scent that
he could, his hands coming to linger on Anakin’s hips as he gently
licked and nibbled on the barely swelled gland.

He
could imagine biting down on it, binding his mate to him, Anakin’s
heat warm body wrapped around him and karking hell, Rex breath
hitched at the idea.

Having
General Kenobi around, smelling his pregnancy changed hormones was
doing things to Rex head clearly because he could imagine his own
mate full of pup and that was a bad
idea.

One,
they were in a war and Obi-Wan’s pup was an accident.

Two,
Rex was a clone, he could die literally any moment and so could
Anakin as they fought on the front lines.

And
three, both he and Anakin were both far too young even
with the advanced aging the longnecks had done on the clones.

Didn’t
stop him from gently mauling the bonding gland with his lips and
tongue though, Anakin a boneless weight against himself and the wall,
only kept up by Rex with his hands limply holding onto the captain’s
shoulders.

“Rex…”
Anakin sighed gustily, his hands lazily trailing down Rex back,
caressing his spine until he reached down and cupped the alphas arse,
pulling him hard into his own body, both of them hissing at the
contact between their bodies.

Drunk
off Anakin pheromones and proximity, Rex almost jumped a mile into
the air when a voice cleared itself, both alpha and omega throwing
themselves out of each others space even though Anakin couldn’t go
anywhere with his back already to the wall.

Heart
thundering, both flustered men stared at General Windu, the man standing there with
raised brows and a little twitch on his lips as he glanced at the two
disheveled looking males. “Ah, m-master Windu, I can… explain,
that is… um…” Anakin trailed off as Windu raised his brows even
further.

“I
do believe, the best thing to do right now, is to follow after your
master and his mate, hmm?” The fellow omega stated, a small smirk
crossing his thin lips as he stepped back. “And get to the privacy of
your own quarters, I don’t mind anyone… canoodling as one might
say but maybe not in the public hallways and making enough of a
ruckus to be spotted?” He drawled.

Their
faces burning, both nodded quickly and stepped out of the alcove, Rex
feeling quite a bit like a scolded pup as Anakin bowed to the man and
then quickly fled down the hall after Jango and Obi-Wan with Rex hot
on his steps.

They
turned the corner and froze as a bark of laughter followed from
behind them, both of them pausing to stare at each other before
Anakin, his face still hot red and his cheeks flushed, shook his
head. “This never
happened, alright?” The blond whispered, pushing his braid behind
his ear.

“Agreed.”
Rex mumbled, rubbing the back of his sweaty neck.

No
one would believe them anyhow he thought ruefully to himself, trying
to banish the embarrassment of being caught in the act by someone
that high ranking.

Sweethoney: 2 things, can Pong Krell get tossed off a cliff, and can we see more Mace? He needs some premium alpha attention, too. And there’s nothing wrong with how he looks, poor thing, makes me sad that he thinks that!

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It’s
not that he’s unused to alpha attention.

Well…
actually, that’s exactly what he is, Mace Windu is not
conventionally attractive in the omega standards of attractive.

If
he had been a beta, he could have struck in quite well he thinks and
if he had been an alpha…

He’s
not sure actually but people have made assumptions and comments when
they don’t know he’s been able to hear them.

But
by the standard of a pretty, sweet lapful omega?

No,
he is not the standard of an attractive omega by any leap of
imagination.

He
is taller than many alphas, his muscles are of the broader kind, not
a graceful dancer or swimmer kind
though he’s not
directly barrel chested either
and his stern demeanor puts
many people off, even fellow Jedi, who all-through they respect him,
are wary about getting close to him in normal situations.

Though,
as the master of the order, this is not a situation he is unused to.

His
position awards him a lot of responsibility and not many friends

And
even fewer suitors.

But
Commander Ponds is not deterred by any of that, not by the social
desire for the graceful,
petite, demure and shy omega,
none of which Mace is except for being an omega, for
Mace Windu has never in his adult life apologized for existing or for
being exactly who he is.

And
Ponds seems to… like
that.

Likes
Mace.

As
he is, the flicker of amber eyes flickering in his direction with
fondness and warmth in the Force from Ponds very telling to the Jedi,
but there is also Ponds
actions, the way he gently ensures that Mace has food, he hands him
tea and caff, seemingly instinctively knowing which to get him, shows
up when Mace is uncomfortable around alphas in the GAR that aren’t
troopers.

And
Mace is… not used to it, not used to an alpha showing genuine
attention to him.

Wanting…
more from him without
asking for it as Ponds doesn’t want to overstep boundaries and
being respectful of the limits Mace seems to have when he’s so new
to this attention.

That’s
why he’s here, sitting on Obi-Wan’s couch, having tea served to
him by his fellow omega while Jango watches curiously from the
kitchen table where he is helping Boba with homework.

Oh,
it’s not obvious by any means, but Mace is Force sensitive and he
can feel the peeked curiosity
of the bounty hunter and he can feel the side gazes sent their way.

Mace
is not a coward and therefore he asks bluntly as Obi-Wan carefully
sits down on the couch while as discreetly as possible rubbing his likely sore hip.
“How do I deal with alpha attention?” He rumbled out, cupping his
tea in his hands as he peered at the other.

He
felt more than he saw Jango suddenly snap his attention on them
firmly, the alpha now attentive and clearly listening too as Obi-Wan
paused before he slowly picked up his own cup. “Undesired attention
or…” He trailed off, raising his brows at Mace as the pregnant
omega took a sip of tea.

Glancing
down, Mace took a few seconds to take his own sip of tea too, to give
himself time to gather his thoughts. “…Ponds has asked for
nothing but I know he is interested and I…” He hesitated, once
more feeling the shift in Jango’s emotions as the man clearly
relaxed at the sound
of a troopers man.

His
trust in the troopers as alpha was quite interesting Mace would say.

Obi-Wan’s
face however was the real interest, seeing how it softened with both
sympathy and understanding. “And you are interested in return. I
see, well, I’m not about to judge you for that.” Obi-Wan smiled
slightly, his free hand coming to find his own stomach subconsciously
as he lifted his tea with the other to take a sip.

“…How
do I…” Mace breathed out, unsure what he was asking for.

Shrugging
faintly, Obi-Wan lowered his cup to his lap, settling it on his knee
as Boba took Jango’s attention by asking a question about something
in his books. “I’d advise
talking to Ponds, see what you two want. If it’s something
permanent you should take it slow, ease into…” He hesitated, Fett
snorting in the kitchen.

It
got a wry smile out of Mace too, Jango and Obi-Wan had literally gone
from almost trying to kill each other during the Amidala mission to
mates in less than a week.

And
in less than a year, Kenobi was pregnant.

Going
‘slow’ had not been in their vocabulary.

But
then again, they had slotted together so nicely too, so Mace wasn’t
about to blame them.

Sure,
they argued but as far as Mace understood, arguing was normal in
couples and it was about finding compromises
and shared goals, about figuring out what fit for both and talk out
the things that didn’t.

“What
I mean is…” Obi-Wan hesitated, tapping his nails on the cup with
a small frown before nodding, seemingly satisfied as he looked up
with a warm smile at Mace. “Is that communication is paramount, if
you don’t talk, things stagnate and become difficult. Talking about
the things you expect, what you see for the future is important and
you can’t let things fester. I admit I’m not always the best at
that,” Here Jango snorted deeply, making it clear he was still
listening and Obi-Wan’s ears turned a bright red but he still
powered on. “But luckily I have a mate that’s very good at
knowing when I’m letting things fester.” He smiled sheepishly.

Humming,
Mace took a slow sip of tea, letting that thought mull around as he
let Obi-Wan pout at Jango.

‘Guess
that means I need to talk with Ponds
about… expectations… and maybe ask Vos about flirting? He’s
pretty good at it…’ Mace pondered to himself, quietly letting
Jango, Boba and Obi-Wan’s words float over him.

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.

Hi, I know you just updated SweetHoney but I will reread a series from the beginning too once an update hits and I noticed in one update that it was mentioned that Jango was going to let the chips be known to a few clones and let it spread or just tell them…did he do any of that or do the clones still have the chips? Thanks in advance

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Pausing
in his blaster polishing as he spotted a Wolfpack trooper making his
way towards him, Jango narrowed his eyes before straightening when he
saw it was Wolffe himself, the commander removing his helmet as he
got closer with his functioning eye focused on him.

The
trooper stopped in front of Jango, the Mando’a peering up at the
commander from the crate he had picked out.

He
had figured that sitting out in the sun for once and getting some
work done before they packed up once again and Jango returned to
Obi-Wan, his mate having Boba with him as he played relief effort in
his current state.

The
Resolute was of course with the Negotiator since Anakin was still a
padawan, so they were all drifting in space but Plo Koon had
requested Jango to arrive and supervise and observe the training of
his men, to see if they needed any refreshers.

So
far Jango had not observed anything, the Wolfpack were superior
soldiers still though some of the shiny’s as the men called them
were a bit lacking.

Nothing
experience couldn’t fix and getting their armor scuffed up. And
some help of their vode of course, that helped a lot.

Jango
had been intending to help with some blaster training once he was
done polishing his weapon but… well… it seemed Wolffe had
something to say.

‘And
it’s such a nice day for a blaster makeshift blaster range too.’
Jango mentally griped with annoyance. The sky was clear, the grass
was low, the sun was high in the sky over them and the sight was
clear even without a scope, ideal!

The
Commander however glanced around, pointedly taking note of where the
Jedi in the camp were and as he did, Jango got a view of the side of
his head.

A
scalp scar.

His
shoulder sunk a bit with sudden understanding and a tiny bit of
relief.

He
could never be quite sure about all the troopers, some of them had
taken the news of the biochips very personally, especially when some
of the more technical advanced troopers sliced into the kamino’s
databases and found the orders themselves.

Jango
half expected to be challenged for alpha pack rights and honestly
just slugged for what he almost did to the Jedi, while Jango himself
wasn’t too fond of them in the beginning and still was a bit iffy
on most of them… the troopers had adored them from the get go of
their first meeting.

Alpha,
beta or omega, they adored each Jedi with a fervent display that
Jango would almost call cultish.

Well,
without worship that was.

They
adored them more than they worshiped really.

‘Except
that oddball Pong Krell and Quinlan Vos, they’re acquired tastes so
far as I’ve seen.’ Jango thought to himself as Wolffe started to
finger spell as he spoke.

“There’s
caff
in the mess tent, fresh if you’re interested Mand’alor.”
Wolffe drawled out as his fingers moved. -All
vode cleared, wolfpack safe. News?-

Carefully
rubbing the rag along the blaster, eyeing it before putting it in the
holster, Jango casually began finger spelling back as he pretended to
stretch. -Good,
safe then, less pawns for darjetii. No news. Returning to mate and
kit.- Jango dropped his arms and stood, his back and karking hip
cracking as he did, though his armor muffled it. “Sounds good,
could do with some caff to oil my joints before I take off.” He
drawled in an equal tone to Wolffe, sounding bored almost.

The
commander nodded before giving a brief salute of respect to Jango’s
title and then he was off, making a beeline for Koon.

Jango
watched for a moment before deciding to indeed get himself some caff,
he was going to karking need it and he could honestly use the energy
before he was on his way to his pregnant mate.

‘Obi-Wan
and a shower, Boba, a nice snuggle, hair ruffle for Anakin, pretend I
can’t smell Rex on him…’  Jango felt an involuntary smile cross
his lips at the thought, tucking his thumbs into his belt as he made
his way towards the mess tent, easily avoiding a few troopers lugging
around supplies around the camp.

This
wasn’t what he had thought would happen on the day he held Boba in
his arms.

He
had thought that was it, after all, he hadn’t found a fitting mate
and Boba had been perfect, beautiful and tiny in his arms.

‘And
now I’m having another and I have an adoptive kit… kark, life
works in mysterious ways huh.’ He mused as he pushed the tent flap
aside, the smell of caff and cooking food washing over him along with
the low hum of working men with the clatter of tools.

Odd
how he wouldn’t have it any other way.

*pulls up a chair* Soooo what happens next in SweetHoney???? Baby in the mix of things could literally throw a wrench in war plans, but what about Palp’s plans??? (I just wanna see Obi and Jango happy…;^;)

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Watching
his napping lover thoughtfully, Jango felt a mischievous smirk settle
over his face, the look on his face instantly having both Boba and
Anakin backing away from the lounge couch where Obi-Wan had opted to
take his nap.

Both
adopted omega son and clone alpha son watched him as Jango snuck over
and knelt down beside Obi-Wan, his grin growing a bit softer as he
leaned down to press a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, a soft sigh
escaping the pregnant Jedi.

And
then Jango went on the attack, biting Obi-Wan in the side much to
Boba and Anakin’s utter surprise.

Yelling
out in shock, Obi-Wan shoved Jango away as the bounty hunter laughed
while landing on his ass, Obi-Wan sitting up with wide eyes as he
looked around.

For
a few seconds everyone but Jango, who was laughing still, stared at
each other in befuddlement, Obi-Wan both sleepy and shocked before
realization hit him. “Jango!” He groaned, rubbing at his face.

Letting
out a playful roaring noise, Jango knelt up again and wrapped his
arms around Obi-Wan’s slender waist, grinning up at him. “Told
you I was gonna nom you one day.” He teased playfully, snapping his
teeth together for emphasize.

Grumbling,
Obi-Wan reached out and pinched the others nose shut, forcing Jango
to breath through his nose. “Yeah but that was fu-dging awful way
to wake up.” Obi-Wan quickly moderated his language, remembering
Boba was there.

“He
just bit you!” Anakin exploded out, eyes wide.

Snorting
a bit, Obi-Wan pushed Jango off him and got up, rubbing his side
lightly where Jango bit. “Yeah, he totally did the ass,” He
smiled wryly at the others, yawning a bit. “But I imagine that
means we’re all packed up and ready to go huh?” Obi-Wan glanced
about.

Opening
his mouth then closing it, Anakin wrinkled his nose then sighed and
shook his head. “Yeah, Rex and Commander Cody are efficient,
they had everything well in control.” He mumbled, clearly still
confused by Jango but unwilling to ask questions.

He
got enough knowledge about his master and his mate’s mating habits
thank you very much.

“You’re
kinda crazy dad.” Boba finally piped up, coming over and hugging
Obi-Wan around the waist while peering at his father.

“No,
I saw a shot to tease my mate and took it because on one point, we’re
both gonna laugh about it and Obi-Wan is going to take revenge at
some point.” Jango grinned, his smile all teeth.

Flustering
a bit, Obi-Wan cleared his throat and spoke loudly before Boba, who
was visibly confused, could ask any questions about that
statement. “Well then! I recommend we all eat something and then
take off since the 212th
and the 501st
are all ready to go, I have a hankering for some fish, how about you
Boba?” He smiled down at the boy wrapped around him.

Another
body joined the hug, Jango pressing up against Obi-Wan’s back as he
slid his arms around both the Jedi and his now thoughtful son at the
same time, his smile having gone from mischievous to just soft. “That
does sound like a lovely idea, you are after all eating for more than
one.” Jango nuzzled his nose into Obi-Wan’s hair.

Flustering
even more, the tips of his ears turning red, Obi-Wan glanced
sheepishly at Anakin to find the blond pouting.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at his padawan before snorting and holding his arms
open. “Oh alright, get over here Anakin and tell me what you want
to eat.” He chuckled, laughing when Anakin instantly scuttled over,
trapping Boba between himself and Obi-Wan as he nestled into a hug.

“Fish
sounds fine, hugs sounds better,
though I wouldn’t mind some crisp fried fish.” Anakin grinned,
his smile turning a tad shyer when Jango chuckled fondly at all of
them.

“Crisp
fish!” Boba agreed with a cheer, eager to mimic his older ‘brother’
as he saw Anakin. “Also you reek of Rex.” The boy decided to
tease.

“Well
he’s to be my mate.” Anakin huffed, lifting Boba up and moving to
the kitchenette. “However you should learn to cook! It’s
important to know how to feed yourself Boba and that was one of the
first things master Obi-Wan decided to teach me when I became his
padawan.” The two descended into bickering, Boba torn between
wanting to stay with his dad and Obi-Wan and also wanting to learn
how to cook and Anakin gently ribbing the boy for not knowing how to
cook yet.

“Whelp,
best guide them through this, lest they burn the kitchenette down.”
Jango mused out loud, smirking faintly.

“Might
shock you but Anakin is actually a terrific cook,” Obi-Wan grinned
at Jango’s face of surprise. “Oh yes, he took to it like a fish
to water and ended up becoming better than me. He just likes it when
others cook for him because he finds it a caring gesture but Anakin
can cook… now if he can teach
that’s a different question.”

The
two turned back to the pair, watching as Anakin was showing Boba how
to heat up the oil for crisp fish… and Boba somehow managed to set
fire to it.

“ABORT,
ABORT!” Boba screamed while Anakin tried to find the fire
smothering blanket, both screaming equally loudly.

Obi-Wan
watched it for a moment before snuffing out the fire with the Force,
Jango shaking with laughter to the point he was using Obi-Wan for
support.

So
much for that cooking lesson.

Hello again! First off hope your break is going well. Second could I ask for a continuation of SweetHoney with more Rex/Anakin interaction. I love how you write them.

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Rolling
onto his back, Anakin squinted at the back of his lover as Rex pulled
his blacks on, covering up all that gorgeous dark skin he had come to
adore so much and he voiced his displeasure with a soft whine.

Which
instantly had the trooper turning around in surprise, his bemusement
turning to softness when he saw the omega awake.

Crossing
the short distance, Rex sunk down on the bunk to cup Anakin’s
cheek, giving the fellow blond a slow kiss as he stroked the others
cheekbone slowly with a thumb. He tasted of mint and Anakin sighed in
pleasure while pushing up.

Then
he pulled back quickly as he remembered his own breath must be awful,
wrinkling his nose a bit.

Sniggering
a bit as he rubbed their noses together, Rex grinned down at his
mate. “Good morning sweetie. How do you feel?” He chirped
quietly, obviously not bothered by the morning breath as he kept his
hand on the others somewhat stubbly cheek.

Nuzzling
back into the hand, Anakin hummed. “Upset you’ve left the bed
already.” Anakin grumped quietly, testing his own hands into the
upper blacks of Rex clothes.

“Got
work to do, you know that sweetheart. Mand’lor and General Kenobi
wants to leave early since General Luvika is already here and
Commander Tattina is only two hours out apparently.” Rex teased
gently even as he remained on the bunk side.

Anakin
let out a heavy breath at that before nodding. “Right, we need to
head to Coruscant, get some reassignment, make Obi-Wan visit the
healers and pick up all the stuff he would need…” He mused before
reluctantly sitting up, his blond curls in disarray.

Reaching
up and running his hand through the curls, Rex gripped gently to cup
the back of his head and give him a slow kiss to wake the omega up
before the alpha got to his feet to clip his armor on, knowing that
while Jango had a soft spot for his adopted semi pup, he would not be
as lucky.

Still,
he paused a few minutes to admire the hickies and bites on Anakin’s
body before the Jedi’s uniform slowly and steadily covered them up.
‘I’ll leave my mating mark soon…’ He promised himself before
slipping out of the tent and towards where Cody was already ordering
people around, the gray light of the rising sun giving them just
enough to work.

Cody
glanced at him before giving him a smirk then focused back, knowing
they were too busy to really tease his younger vod.

Jango
was out too, Boba at his side as the two helped out getting
everything packed up from the 212th
and the 501st
to get things over quickly though Rex did not see General Kenobi,
which was rather odd.

The
man was a doting adoptive parent and mate, he didn’t like being too
far from them if he didn’t have to and liked to watch Jango be a
dad.

“Helix
has him by the ear,” Cody suddenly said, hiding a yawn behind a
gloved hand before gesturing. “Since his ankle has a hairline
fracture and he’s pregnant, Helix isn’t letting him do anything
under medical order until they can get him to the Negotiator and
Jango gave him a long disapproving look.” He chuckled slightly
before calling for Longshot and Killer to pick up some ammunition
boxes by the shuttles.

Wrinkling
his brows a bit, Rex tilted his head. “You know, that doesn’t
honestly sound like it would be enough to stop him.” He stated
slowly while scratching at his soft, blond fuzz.

Laughing
a bit louder, Cody shook his head. “It wasn’t until Boba pulled
out the eyes of disappointment and now he’s stuck in the medic tent
or he risks Boba’s displeasure.” The dark haired trooper winked
at him and Rex couldn’t help it, he laughed too.

Sometimes
you just had to do what you could to make the Jedi slow down and take
care of themselves.

Stardust
knew that the Jedi weren’t always good with it, putting everyone
else first and that was something no alpha trooper was going to
accept.

Least
of all from their mates and they had learned from example.

Jango
Fett was a premium alpha and the troopers had learned from him and
continued to follow that example as they saw the man with his own
mate.

Beside,
having his own omega, Rex would be among the first to admit that
keeping his mate happy and safe was one of his highest priority.

‘And
he wants to make me happy.’ Rex noted to himself as he watched
Anakin come out of the tent, his hair pulled back in a tail before
moving right to working, yawning widely as he did while greeting
people left and right.

General Skywalker and Bobba find out they are going to have a new younger brother. Neither reacts well to Obi’s Plans. And Ani gets a talk about safe sex.

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Snorting
juice out of his nose in shock, Anakin stared at his master with wide
eyes before looking at Jango and then back at his master as Boba
squeaked joyfully and bounced around, grabbing his buir’s hands and
bouncing up and down at the news.

The
news that Obi-Wan was pregnant.

Boy
when he woke up this morning to what seemed like a shout and then got
informed that Obi-Wan and Cody had arrived at the new camp safely and
was in the medtent waiting on him and Boba, this was not
what he expected to learn.

And
despite Jango’s rather smug happiness, there was also an under
currant of tension that
didn’t really make sense and
Anakin could spot tension in Obi-Wan despite the besotted
smile on his face.

So
something was clearly going on.

“Anakin,
honestly.” Obi-Wan stood from his position on the medbay, making
his way over and cleaning the blond’s face with a napkin as
the last of the juice dripped off his face,
still smiling slightly as he did though this also allowed Anakin to
lean in and sniff the other gently.

There,
a change in the scent clearly.

So
that was how pregnant omegas smelled?

Setting
his bottle aside on
a tray,
Anakin shifted closer and buried his face into the others neck,
sniffing lightly as he felt Obi-Wan wrap his arms around his taller
padawan in a comforting hug, rubbing the
small of his back slowly.

It
wasn’t really a big
change, if Anakin hadn’t been told, he would have been aware why
Obi-Wan’s scent had changed ever so slightly and
just assumed it was a hormone thing since that occasionally happened.

If
he was to explain, he’d say that it had somehow grown ‘softer’?

But
how do you describe that a scent of all things had grown soft.

Maybe
gentler?

Whatever,
the change was minor at least and
anyone not in the know wouldn’t catch onto it until Obi-Wan started
to show, whenever that was.

Pulling
back a bit, Anakin narrowed his eyes at Obi-Wan, pursing his lips as
a thought hit him.
“You want to stay on the battlefield, don’t you.” He stated,
calling his master out as the man winced guiltily. Anakin
had hit the nail on the head clearly since he knew his master quite
well.

That
explained the tension and the small bit of anger in Jango’s Force
aura.

Boba,
who had been jumping in joy still at the prospect of being an older
brother, froze while looking between his father and Obi-Wan with wide
eyes. “…He can’t do that, right?” Boba squeaked up
at his father then
turned all the way around to face the redhead Jedi. “You can’t
Obi-Wan. What if my vod gets hurt!?” The other jumped over
practically, wrapping himself around Obi-Wan’s midsection like a
clingy snake, as
if he could protect the baby simply by being there.

Anakin
too remained in close contact with his master, frowning at him as he
ticked in on Jango letting out a relieved breath.

Clearly
he was hoping they’d try to discourage Obi-Wan too, gaining
two very capable allies to help him convince Obi-Wan.

‘Was
that what the yelling earlier was about?’ Anakin wondered. He had
faintly heard something after
all,
tucked up around Boba in Slave 1 for comfort for
each other
since they hadn’t known where Obi-Wan was at time and been worried
he was hurt since
Anakin hadn’t been able to tell anything with their bond.

Shaking
himself mentally away from that thought, Anakin instead gave his
master as
stern stare as
he could manage.
“If it was me, you would have grounded me so fast my head would be
spinning,” He said quietly, fully aware that he was potentially
getting a lecture on safe sex later on but needing to make a point as
Obi-Wan paused in reassuring Boba, his pale
hand
resting on the dark head. “There
are other
things you can do instead of the front line you know.” Anakin
pointed out gravely.

Staring
at him, Obi-Wan blinked slowly before suddenly smiling in
tender affection,
his free hand coming up to cup Anakin’s cheek. “My padawan,” He
murmured in such a fond tone he had Anakin flushing in surprise.
“When did you get so responsible?” Obi-Wan chuckled softly.

Snorting,
Anakin covered the hand on his cheek with his own, relaxing as Jango
came over and wrapped both him and Obi-Wan into a semi hug with both
his arms with
Boba caught between them.
“Well, someone has to talk sense into you master. If I left it all
to Jango, then you’d two drive each other up the walls.”
Anakin grinned teasingly at the redhead.

Snorting
deeply, Obi-Wan paused before sighing deeply and nodding. “Fine. I
won’t stay on the front line,” He looked between all three
grinning males,
his eyes narrowing.
“But I need to be involved, this is our pack, this is our…
family,” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily. “I can’t not
defend them and us, so compromises has to be made.” He whispered
softly as he settled his head on Jango’s shoulder.

Nodding,
Jango pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple. “All I ask Obi-Wan, is
that you stay away from battle as best you can. I can understand
needing to do something, anything
but
please, promise us…” He trailed off, letting out a shuddering
breath.

A
low, soft noise of understanding escaped Obi-Wan as he tried to hug
all of them. “I promise, I’ll stay away from battle to the best
of my ability. I’ll go nowhere alone when out in the field.”
Obi-Wan promised them.

In
the middle of a war, that was honestly the best they could get.

It
didn’t make Anakin feel much better but it was at least better than
nothing that Obi-Wan would stay away from the front lines and avoid
battle if possible.

‘And,
eventually he’ll be to big to be around in the field,’ A low
voice pointed out, memories from sex ed propping up in his head.
‘Male omegas can be rounder than females and have more hip problems
depending on the size of the baby or babies… we can only wait and
see.’ The voice sounded quite satisfied with that.

Anakin
pressed closer to Obi-Wan, resting a hand on Boba’s back while
soaking in the comforting presence of Jango looking out for them all.

His
intimate pack was small… but damn if he didn’t love it to bits
regardless how little and awkwardly cobbled together it had started.

More sweethoney please! how do the rest of the clones react? are they more protective?

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Grabbing
his vod by the elbow and pulling him in so hard the other lost the
pad he was holding with a loud clatter, Waxer looked around hurriedly
before leaning in and cupping his other hand around the cursing vod’s
ear to whisper.

Instantly
the other alpha stiffened, eyes growing wide before turning to look
at the bald man. “Are you… really?” He questioned in stunned
awe, his lips twitching a bit.

Nodding
eagerly, Waxer jabbed his thumb towards the medical tent. “I heard
Helix. And Mand’alor is in there too along with Cody.” He grinned
happily.

The
two stared at each other for a long moment before each separated in
each their own direction, Boil hardly stopping to swipe his pad up
before hitting up Longshot and whispering into his ear as Waxer on
the other side managed to snag Fives and Echo to whisper to both of
them.

All
three reacted the same as Boil with stunned awe before scurrying off
until the entire camp was told of the news that had been overheard
from the thin medical tent where
their template, their General and their commander was currently being
told by the medic that the omega was indeed pregnant.

Some
of the troopers reacted with worry for the General, since after all
Obi-Wan and Cody had been among the last to come to the safe point
after the ambush. Others were happy for their template, after all, a
child was a celebration, a new member of their rather large pack.

All
of them were surprised though and relieved that nothing bad had
happened to the pregnancy.

Anything,
virtually anything
could have happened during or after the ambush.

“…Is
he still going to remain in battle?” Killer suddenly questioned,
frowning deeply as he looked around the still in construction camp,
the poles still being sunk down for some tents with the most vitals
having been set up first like the medical tent, the command and the
comms.

Snorting
loudly, Trapper continued sorting through the crate of retrieved
supplies. “There is no way that would be allowed. Omegas in the
army? Yeah that’s fine, but pregnant
anyone at all? that’s just karking insanity, there is no way you
di’kut.” He growled out.

Smacking
Trapper with the back of his hand over the head, Chopper huffed
loudly. “Don’t call your brother an idiot. It’s honestly a
valid question when the omega in question is a dini’la jetii.” He
argued quietly back.

That
had everyone pausing.

Jedi
were
insane,
that was very true and no one argued with Chopper about that but even
a Jedi would see sense and not try to… they weren’t that
insane were they?

“WHAT
DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO STAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD!?” Came the roar
from medtent that
startled birds out of the trees around the camp to take flight,
Jango’s clearly enraged voice echoing around the makeshift shelter
they were setting up as best they could with salvaged supplies.

Well,
that did answer that question, Jango’s rather loud voice informing
them all that Obi-Wan did indeed want to stay and fight. Honestly
with
that volume they
wouldn’t be shocked if Boba heard that all the way to Slave I,
several glancing towards the parked
ship
to see if the ramp was lowering.

Rubbing
his chin, Tup exchanged a look with Hardcase. “…Five credits says
Mand’alor is sleeping on Slave I alone tonight.” He smirked,
finally settling as they heard a rather annoyed tone of the Jedi
responding back to his mate.

“…You’re
on Tup, five credits says they’re all sleeping in the Slave I
tonight after running through the wilderness without knowing if the
other was fine.” Hardcase snorted, still working his way through
water purification since they weren’t certain the water on the
planet was safe to drink yet.

Better
safe than shitting themselves after all.

Laughing
as he settled down a new bucket of water beside the first one, Sketch
beamed at them. “I’m just curious if there will be just one pup
or multiples,” He rubbed his hands together as both Hardcase and
Tup paused at the thought. “I mean, can you imagine the General,
huge as a shuttle if there’s more than two in there?” He made a
big curving motion around the stomach with a laugh only to freeze as
Rod asked a question no one else had considered.

“Has
anyone told General Skywalker yet?”

Oh
boy, to be a gnat on the wall for that conversation.

SweetHoney: How long does it take for Cody and Obi-Wan to get back/get rescued? Does Cody literally drag Obi-Wan and Jango to the medics and demand a pregnancy test? Especially if there was more proof during their time apart… Or are they still on the run and Cody’s still trying to hide it? Thanks for all of your fabulous stories!

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Practically
throwing himself into the tent, Jango threw what must be a crazy eyed
look around as Helix helped Obi-Wan onto a bed with the commander
standing by the bed with a look of concern on his face.

The
sound of the tent flap caught Obi-Wan’s attention however and
instantly the omega threw himself off the bed to limp towards Jango
before Helix or Cody could stop him, throwing his arms around him
with a loud whine as the alpha jerked him off his feet. “Mate.”
He whined out shakily, being clingier than usual but maybe the
separation had set of a few anxieties.

Nuzzling
into Obi-Wan’s neck, huffing in relief, Jango held around the
other. “Obi-Wan, you thrice damn jetii, don’t scare me like that,
I thought…” He cut himself off, not wanting to finish the
sentence as he continued nuzzling his mate slowly.

He
therefor didn’t notice Cody quietly whispering to Helix, the medic
turning wide eyed and looking towards Obi-Wan before nodding
seriously and going to fetch another test from the medical equipment
boxes.

“Sirs,”
Jango reluctantly pulled away from Obi-Wan’s sweet neck, looking at
Helix as the clone patted the bed. “I would love nothing more than
to give you both more time but the General is injured, so please
Mand’alor.” Helix used Jango’s title respectfully as he waited.

Taking
a deep breath but nodding as he suppressed his instincts, Jango
outright carried the man over to the bed and settled Obi-Wan onto the
examination bed and took his left hand to keep contact with the other
man.

He
got a grateful, loving smile in return as Obi-Wan squeezed Jango’s
hand.

“Thank
you.” Helix nodded and got to work, taking Obi-Wan’s free hand
where he took blood samples from his fingertips that he put into
several different devices. He followed up by taking Obi-Wan’s
temperature while asking Obi-Wan pointed questions on how he felt.

A
peeping had Jango glancing over at the waiting tests on the table of
the trolley beside the bed only to be distracted when Obi-Wan
confessed to an aching ankle.

Settling
down on a low wheel chair, Helix took Obi-Wan’s ankle and removed
his boot and sock to take a look.

Hissing
deeply, Jango glared at Obi-Wan for not mentioning it before. “Cyare,
your ankle is swollen.”
He scolded quietly.

Shrugging
a bit, Obi-Wan leaned his head on Jango’s shoulder. “I just
wanted to get back to you…” He whispered, his tone indicating how
scared he really was and that quickly had Jango softening, nuzzling
reassuringly as Helix scanned the ankle.

“Hmm,”
Helix set Obi-Wan’s ankle on his own knee, reaching into the
trolley beside him. “A
hairline fracture, not too dangerous but I’m going to splint it
until we can get to the Negotiator with
proper tools to fix it up.”
He settled on in a cheery tone, wrapping a bandage around first
before sliding in two thin but strong looking rods that he bandaged
over with a second bandage roll.

Nodding,
Jango glanced over at the trolley as one of the tests peeped again.
“Do you have crutches here or will he need someone around to play
crutch?” He questioned distractedly as he squeezed Obi-Wan’s
hand.

He
got a squeeze in return as Helix answered. “Preferably someone
should play crutch for hi-” The medic finally glazed at the
trolley, his eyes widening as he stared at one of the tests before
looking up at Cody and then at Obi-Wan. “…It seems congratulation
is in order sirs.” He blinked heavily.

“For
a hairline fracture?” Obi-Wan blinked tiredly.

Cody
snorted at that, facepalming but to be fair, both of them had been
running for longer than the rest and were tired and hungry.

“More
for the pups you’re carrying sir, you’re pregnant General.”
Helix picked up one of the tests, showing it to the two.

Two
red plus signs, positive.

Obi-Wan
and Jango stared at it, both equally speechless
until Jango dragged his mate into his lap and snogged him in joy,
hand
cupping the flat tunic area that held their kid.

I just finished rereading SweetHoney, it’s one of my favourites. Could you do more? I love that it’s JangoObi but I have always loved CodyWan interactions even when they aren’t the ship, maybe some protective «I love him but I don’t want to have sex with him that’s kinda gross» Cody (maybe even being the one to find him preggers cause of an after battle reaction?)

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Glancing
back to find the General sitting quietly
against the fallen tree with
the bucket held tightly on his lap still
Cody had left him against, the Commander took a deep breath and
continued picking pears from the single fruit tree he had managed to
spot.

The
camp had been bombed and as a result they had all been scattered.

Cody
had managed to stick to his General side but he was the only one and
unfortunately they had no way of communicating the others and didn’t
dare to just go around calling for them as that could gain them enemy
attention and there was no way the alpha was calling the clankers
down on them when Kenobi was ill and injured.

Not
severely but Kenobi was throwing up while escaping and he had
sprained his ankle somehow at some point, limping from the moment
they had escaped from the camp during the night. They had only
stopped once they were sure the clankers weren’t following them,
some time in the early graying morning of the twin suns rising slowly
over the skyline.

A
humid sort of stickiness had instantly started up with the heat of
the suns but Cody didn’t mind too much even though he was
uncomfortable with
the wetness inside his armor.

The
General however looked very uncomfortable and had slowly, after a
glance at Cody, started to unwrap himself from his first layer of
tunic as
Cody pulled off his helmet and handed it over to the Jedi for safe
keeping.

Finally
having an armful of hard but ripe pears, Cody returned to the omega
and knelt down beside him. “I got us some food General, we should
eat while we can.” He encouraged quietly while offering the armful.

Sitting
up a bit, showing off the wet patches around his inner tunic neck and
armpits, Obi-Wan glanced warily at the pears before nodding and
taking one, carefully
setting the bucket aside.

Cody
placed the others on the log beside them before taking one for
himself while straining to listen for any danger coming close to
them, the need to prove himself for his omega pack mate and his
template strong.

He
wanted to prove he was a proper alpha even though he had yet to find
a mate like Rex and helping care for Obi-Wan in his weakened state
was one way of doing it for sure.

So
busy looking for dangers he barely noticed the retching noise until
it was almost too late, barely jerking out of the way when Obi-Wan
suddenly leaned over and threw up the little pear he had managed to
chew.

Dropping
his own pear, Cody moved around the man and placed his hands on his
back, rubbing slowly as Obi-Wan shuddered and threw up bile. “Easy
General, easy, I’m right here, it is going to be alright.” He
promised, mentally reviewing the list of what could be wrong with the
other.

The
problem was that it was a really big list of potentials.

Throwing
up could mean anything from a flu, cancer to pregnancy after all!

Wait…

Cody
mentally paused as a bird flew overhead, his hands moving on
auto-pilot to sooth the omega.

Pregnancy.

Jango
hadn’t outright stated that they were trying for cubs but he had
always looked hopeful after heats, nuzzling and cuddling the General
with his hands rubbing at the omega’s stomach as Obi-Wan smiled
sadly, knowingly.

So
that meant that they might be trying?

Or
at least letting nature take its coarse?

Leaning
in as Obi-Wan finally stopped retching, Cody took a sniff of the
others neck, getting omega pheromones, Jango Fett and…

‘Cubs.’
Cody sat back, pulling his canteen from his hip and pressing it into
the General’s hands, waving away the weak protests. “Rinse
General, you need it and we need to move soon.” He said sternly,
watching the man shut up at the strong command.

Cody
wasn’t using his alpha voice on him but Obi-Wan was still
responding to the sternness and also the overwhelming protectiveness
that Cody must be leaking into the Force that he didn’t even try to
control.

The
General was pregnant, he was injured, Cody and he was isolated from
the rest of the troopers and were without supplies but Cody was still
a proper alpha, he would take care of the omega and make sure they
both remained safe to reunite with the pack.

Retrieving
the canteen once the Jedi was finished, Cody tugged him close and
hugged Obi-Wan, rubbing down his back. “It’s going to be alright.
I won’t let anything happen to us.” He promised without exposing
what he had learned from the others scent, feeling faint tremors of
the others body.

Obi-Wan
stilled before pressing closer, subconsciously latching onto the
safety the other provided.

“I’ll
get you back to Jango.” Cody swore.