Jangoobi

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.

In SweetHoney: Jango keeps mentioning him and the clones not being «second-rate Alphas» as a point of pride. What does a second-rate Alpha act like and how do Jango and the clones react to this treatment of Their Jetii? Thank you for all of your wonderful stories!

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Settling
his elbows on the table as he boredly watched the clones interview
the civilians that had gotten caught in the CIS and Republican
crossfire, Jango yawned slightly while wishing that the coffee shop
had survived without damage and he could get himself a caff.

Unfortunately
that was one of the shops that needed to cleanup thanks to the
Separatists blowing out all the damn windows on this street and get
replacements set in though from the looks of it, this street was well
to do, all the businesses looked nice and shiny.

Built
in red or beige brick with what had been nice interiors and bright
lights, some artful plant decorations lining the streets. It was a
pity the CIS attack had ruined the street and ripped up the cobble
stone paved roads and Jango had a feeling that a lot of pretty things
were going to get ruined during the war if they couldn’t end it
quickly.

‘Maybe
I can head over with one of the skycars to where a caff shop has
survived?’ Jango mused, glancing about to see where Obi-Wan was,
wanting to ask if he wanted a cup of tea.

That’s
when he saw it, Windu, his posture screaming of discomfort as he
stood in front of a group of civilians.

Body
build
and leering eyes told Jango everything he needed to know.

Alphas.

Mated
alphas too if the scarring on their neck was any indication and yet
they were eyeing the Jetii like a slab of meat.

Jango
was moving almost before he could think it over and the closer he
got, the closer he could smell the dominating alpha pheromones.

Mated
alphas trying to use their pheromones on Jango’s pack.

Second
rate alpha’s who had no respect for their own mates or for someone
who was clearly
not interested in them at all as Windu’s body language and own
omega pheromones screamed of discomfort even if his face was blank.

That
cinched it.

Jango
closed in the last few steps in a rush and settled his hand gently
down on Windu’s shoulder as he stared down the alphas, all four of
them suddenly stepping back and answering Windu’s question politely
and quietly as Jango stared at them without blinking, regardless of
the sand debris blowing around in the ruined street they were in.

Windu
to his credit didn’t react like Jango’s behavior was anything out
of the ordinary and actually started to relax beneath his hand,
finishing up his questions before bowing slightly to the alphas and
calmly telling them they could leave, their answers noted down on the
pad in his grasp.

Jango
stayed silent until the alphas were gone, slowly
retrieving his hand off the omega’s shoulder as he breathed out and
glanced down at him, finding the Jedi gripping his stylus tightly.

Neither
said anything for a long moment, the buzz of the troopers questioning
other civilians filling in around them.

“…I’ve
don’t think I quite understood how good your clones were until this
moment,” Windu suddenly said, his voice quiet as Jango kept
watching him. “No alpha has ever… done that towards me, used my
designation against me so clearly or eyed me in such a way… I’m
not conventionally attractive.” He tacked on as he glanced about,
shivering despite the warm sun shining down on them.

Jango
watched him mutely before sighing. “Ignore them, they’re second
rate alphas, not worth the brain power their knots give them.” He
grunted, smirking when Windu quickly looked up at him.

The
Jedi eyed him before snorting. “I suddenly see what Skywalker and
Kenobi mean when they talk about you being the good kind of alpha.
You really have this pack standard down don’t you.” He noted with
a slight tinge of envy in his voice.

Shrugging
slightly, Jango tucked his thumbs into his belt. “Alphas should be
the spine of their packs, their job is to look after their pack and
keep the standards high,” He cocked his head in the direction the
alpha group had gone. “Those four? Leering at you like you were
fresh meat? They all had mating scars on their neck. So not only did
they try to use their alpha pheromones on you, a clearly
disinterested omega but they also tried to cheat on their mate.
Disgraceful.” Jango growled unhappily.

He
didn’t even want to consider them
having cubs, the very concept sickening him that they were willing to
already cheat on their mate but if they also had cubs with said mate…
disgusting.

Nodding
slowly, thin lips turned into a small smile. “…I never believed
the Jedi could hide forever… but I’m grateful we have you and
your clones with our exposal to the universe.” The man murmured
before bowing slightly to Jango and heading towards another group of
civilians.

This
time Jango noted that two of the troopers followed after him and kept
in earshot of the group and a glance around told him that none of the
Jedi were alone with the civilians anymore.

Sithspit,
Boba was even hanging onto Anakin’s belt and was staring up at the
civilian the blond was interviewing with sharp amber eyes.

Good.

They
weren’t second rate alphas.

‘…Now
how about that tea for Obi-Wan, a juice for Boba, bubble sip for
Anakin and some fucking caff
for me.’ He
felt he deserved that much.

In SweetHoney: Jango keeps mentioning him and the clones not being «second-rate Alphas» as a point of pride. What does a second-rate Alpha act like and how do Jango and the clones react to this treatment of Their Jetii? Thank you for all of your wonderful stories!

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Settling
his elbows on the table as he boredly watched the clones interview
the civilians that had gotten caught in the CIS and Republican
crossfire, Jango yawned slightly while wishing that the coffee shop
had survived without damage and he could get himself a caff.

Unfortunately
that was one of the shops that needed to cleanup thanks to the
Separatists blowing out all the damn windows on this street and get
replacements set in though from the looks of it, this street was well
to do, all the businesses looked nice and shiny.

Built
in red or beige brick with what had been nice interiors and bright
lights, some artful plant decorations lining the streets. It was a
pity the CIS attack had ruined the street and ripped up the cobble
stone paved roads and Jango had a feeling that a lot of pretty things
were going to get ruined during the war if they couldn’t end it
quickly.

‘Maybe
I can head over with one of the skycars to where a caff shop has
survived?’ Jango mused, glancing about to see where Obi-Wan was,
wanting to ask if he wanted a cup of tea.

That’s
when he saw it, Windu, his posture screaming of discomfort as he
stood in front of a group of civilians.

Body
build
and leering eyes told Jango everything he needed to know.

Alphas.

Mated
alphas too if the scarring on their neck was any indication and yet
they were eyeing the Jetii like a slab of meat.

Jango
was moving almost before he could think it over and the closer he
got, the closer he could smell the dominating alpha pheromones.

Mated
alphas trying to use their pheromones on Jango’s pack.

Second
rate alpha’s who had no respect for their own mates or for someone
who was clearly
not interested in them at all as Windu’s body language and own
omega pheromones screamed of discomfort even if his face was blank.

That
cinched it.

Jango
closed in the last few steps in a rush and settled his hand gently
down on Windu’s shoulder as he stared down the alphas, all four of
them suddenly stepping back and answering Windu’s question politely
and quietly as Jango stared at them without blinking, regardless of
the sand debris blowing around in the ruined street they were in.

Windu
to his credit didn’t react like Jango’s behavior was anything out
of the ordinary and actually started to relax beneath his hand,
finishing up his questions before bowing slightly to the alphas and
calmly telling them they could leave, their answers noted down on the
pad in his grasp.

Jango
stayed silent until the alphas were gone, slowly
retrieving his hand off the omega’s shoulder as he breathed out and
glanced down at him, finding the Jedi gripping his stylus tightly.

Neither
said anything for a long moment, the buzz of the troopers questioning
other civilians filling in around them.

“…I’ve
don’t think I quite understood how good your clones were until this
moment,” Windu suddenly said, his voice quiet as Jango kept
watching him. “No alpha has ever… done that towards me, used my
designation against me so clearly or eyed me in such a way… I’m
not conventionally attractive.” He tacked on as he glanced about,
shivering despite the warm sun shining down on them.

Jango
watched him mutely before sighing. “Ignore them, they’re second
rate alphas, not worth the brain power their knots give them.” He
grunted, smirking when Windu quickly looked up at him.

The
Jedi eyed him before snorting. “I suddenly see what Skywalker and
Kenobi mean when they talk about you being the good kind of alpha.
You really have this pack standard down don’t you.” He noted with
a slight tinge of envy in his voice.

Shrugging
slightly, Jango tucked his thumbs into his belt. “Alphas should be
the spine of their packs, their job is to look after their pack and
keep the standards high,” He cocked his head in the direction the
alpha group had gone. “Those four? Leering at you like you were
fresh meat? They all had mating scars on their neck. So not only did
they try to use their alpha pheromones on you, a clearly
disinterested omega but they also tried to cheat on their mate.
Disgraceful.” Jango growled unhappily.

He
didn’t even want to consider them
having cubs, the very concept sickening him that they were willing to
already cheat on their mate but if they also had cubs with said mate…
disgusting.

Nodding
slowly, thin lips turned into a small smile. “…I never believed
the Jedi could hide forever… but I’m grateful we have you and
your clones with our exposal to the universe.” The man murmured
before bowing slightly to Jango and heading towards another group of
civilians.

This
time Jango noted that two of the troopers followed after him and kept
in earshot of the group and a glance around told him that none of the
Jedi were alone with the civilians anymore.

Sithspit,
Boba was even hanging onto Anakin’s belt and was staring up at the
civilian the blond was interviewing with sharp amber eyes.

Good.

They
weren’t second rate alphas.

‘…Now
how about that tea for Obi-Wan, a juice for Boba, bubble sip for
Anakin and some fucking caff
for me.’ He
felt he deserved that much.

So Jango finds out about Rex in Sweet Honey…

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Sipping
slowly, Jango pretended he couldn’t see Rex and Anakin make mooning
eyes at each other when
they thought no one was watching.
Honestly, if they and Obi-Wan didn’t think he already knew then
they were severely underestimating just what kind of man and alpha
Jango was.

They
were rather obvious considering they smelled of each other at times
and made the biggest of adoring eyes at each other in practically
every room they were in, that included command.

But
he also understood, Anakin was a young omega who had found an alpha
to be interested in and Jango… approved.

Honestly
he may not consider the clones his legacy, that was only for Boba,
but this he knew, they would never treat an omega lower than
themselves, would be no second rate alphas like so many scumbags out
there.

And
Jango himself
was straddling a very careful line between being Anakin’s cabur and
yet not dominate the role as family alpha for someone who wasn’t
quite ready to consider Jango as a parental unit. ‘Though its
debatable if he considers Obi-Wan a father or a brother,’ Jango
mused to himself as Anakin finally scuttled to Obi-Wan’s side, the
two omega Jedi debating over the battlefield information with the
younger clearly wanting to take to the sky and the older wanting to
await orders and have more information. ‘Ah,
to be young and overeager to make a name.’ Jango smirked.

He
set his mostly empty cup aside and walked over, settling a calming
hand on Anakin’s shoulder which had the young omega whining at him.
“Jango come on, you know I’m right, an ambu-”

Cutting
the other off with a shake of his head, especially with Obi-Wan’s
heavy eyes focused on him as he smiled, Jango squeezed Anakin’s
shoulder. “I understand your eagerness Anakin, however we have very
little information and an ambush could turn very quickly around if
our estimation of the enemy forces is even a little bit wrong or they
have more supplies than expected. Blood and guts boy, who knows if
they have new weapons they’re just waiting to test out on the
unsuspecting?” He added calmly with a deep rumble.

That
threw Anakin into a thoughtful silence and Jango glanced at his mate
to find Obi-Wan giving him a grateful smile.

He
winked back.

He
had very quickly gotten the understanding that Anakin Skywalker was
more than just a handful to handle, not only because he, just like
his master, was a trouble magnet but also because he had more energy
going on and less control on it than the older Jedi.

Though
after spending time with Jedi Jango would state that this was
something that was actually pretty common with younger Jedi.

It
was almost like having the Force gave them this extra burst of energy
at all time that you had to fight to control.

And
Anakin Skywalker in particular was brimming with both energy and
emotions at all times which
seemed to make him practically vibrate with the need to do something.

No
wonder he needed an outlet now and then and with that in mind, Jango
patted his shoulder once more. “How about if you’re feeling
energetic, you and I go out and do some sparring hmm? No Force and no
weapons allowed, only
hand to hand.”
He smirked a bit.

Blue
eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “…And no jetpack?” He tacked on
suspiciously.

Barking
in delight as
Anakin was catching on as last time he had forgotten about the
jetpack,
Jango nodded. “And no jetpack. Come on kiddo, lets see if we can’t
get some of that endless energy worked out.” He chuckled in
amusement, feeling Obi-Wan’s eyes on them as they left.

And
Rex of course.

The
captain was always watching his omega because the troopers were no
second rate alpha either.

So Jango finds out about Rex in Sweet Honey…

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Sipping
slowly, Jango pretended he couldn’t see Rex and Anakin make mooning
eyes at each other when
they thought no one was watching.
Honestly, if they and Obi-Wan didn’t think he already knew then
they were severely underestimating just what kind of man and alpha
Jango was.

They
were rather obvious considering they smelled of each other at times
and made the biggest of adoring eyes at each other in practically
every room they were in, that included command.

But
he also understood, Anakin was a young omega who had found an alpha
to be interested in and Jango… approved.

Honestly
he may not consider the clones his legacy, that was only for Boba,
but this he knew, they would never treat an omega lower than
themselves, would be no second rate alphas like so many scumbags out
there.

And
Jango himself
was straddling a very careful line between being Anakin’s cabur and
yet not dominate the role as family alpha for someone who wasn’t
quite ready to consider Jango as a parental unit. ‘Though its
debatable if he considers Obi-Wan a father or a brother,’ Jango
mused to himself as Anakin finally scuttled to Obi-Wan’s side, the
two omega Jedi debating over the battlefield information with the
younger clearly wanting to take to the sky and the older wanting to
await orders and have more information. ‘Ah,
to be young and overeager to make a name.’ Jango smirked.

He
set his mostly empty cup aside and walked over, settling a calming
hand on Anakin’s shoulder which had the young omega whining at him.
“Jango come on, you know I’m right, an ambu-”

Cutting
the other off with a shake of his head, especially with Obi-Wan’s
heavy eyes focused on him as he smiled, Jango squeezed Anakin’s
shoulder. “I understand your eagerness Anakin, however we have very
little information and an ambush could turn very quickly around if
our estimation of the enemy forces is even a little bit wrong or they
have more supplies than expected. Blood and guts boy, who knows if
they have new weapons they’re just waiting to test out on the
unsuspecting?” He added calmly with a deep rumble.

That
threw Anakin into a thoughtful silence and Jango glanced at his mate
to find Obi-Wan giving him a grateful smile.

He
winked back.

He
had very quickly gotten the understanding that Anakin Skywalker was
more than just a handful to handle, not only because he, just like
his master, was a trouble magnet but also because he had more energy
going on and less control on it than the older Jedi.

Though
after spending time with Jedi Jango would state that this was
something that was actually pretty common with younger Jedi.

It
was almost like having the Force gave them this extra burst of energy
at all time that you had to fight to control.

And
Anakin Skywalker in particular was brimming with both energy and
emotions at all times which
seemed to make him practically vibrate with the need to do something.

No
wonder he needed an outlet now and then and with that in mind, Jango
patted his shoulder once more. “How about if you’re feeling
energetic, you and I go out and do some sparring hmm? No Force and no
weapons allowed, only
hand to hand.”
He smirked a bit.

Blue
eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “…And no jetpack?” He tacked on
suspiciously.

Barking
in delight as
Anakin was catching on as last time he had forgotten about the
jetpack,
Jango nodded. “And no jetpack. Come on kiddo, lets see if we can’t
get some of that endless energy worked out.” He chuckled in
amusement, feeling Obi-Wan’s eyes on them as they left.

And
Rex of course.

The
captain was always watching his omega because the troopers were no
second rate alpha either.

Hello Moddy, I’ve been looking through the masterlists and I’d love to see more of #memoriesburnme. What will Jango Fett do? Will there be clones or not? Just what is this connection he has with Obi-Wan? Inquiring minds wish to know. :)

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Watching
through his scope, the bounty hunter adjusted it to keep his eye on
the white haired man speaking with the taller Jedi which
Jango guessed he should care about since apparently this one was
Kenobi’s former master.

‘He
looks healthy, clear eyed though if these negotiations go to shit
like my client thinks it will, then that will change.’ Jango mused
to himself as he followed the Kenobi’s path slowly with his eye on
the man alone.

Jango
was only to interfere if things were to go wrong during the
negotiation, a council woman’s extra insurance for the safety of
her king.

The
Jedi looked unbothered by the tense atmosphere however though to be
fair, Jango had yet to see them react with shock and he had been
keeping a good eye on Kenobi for several months now. Some would call
him obsessed frankly.

‘When
they have dreams about him sleeping on what seems like their chest
and smiling softly at them, they can come and give me advice but
until then…’ Jango relaxed as Kenobi sat down at the table, hands
in full view. ‘I’ll keep an eye on him and
do things my way.’

Pushing
himself up, Jango sat back against the wall of
the shed he had set up at since
the negotiation table was considered sacred and
therefor no one at it would pull a weapon first and risk social
expulsion.

If
anyone outside of the table interfered, the Jedi would know thanks
to those powers of theirs and
that would alert Jango to any need to interfere.

So
for now he could muse on his situation.

The
dreams that followed him into waking, the sight of Kenobi sleeping
peacefully beside him, the gentleness of the Jedi’s grasp when he
tended to ‘Jango’s’ wounds in dreams…

Jango
hated Jedi.

Had
hated them for so long.

But
this one…

It
was the dreams
from the future’s fault.

‘If
I try to get close to him, prove those dreams wrong…’ He raised
his rifle, peering through the scope right at Kenobi once more.
‘Maybe I can go back to peacefully hating Jedi again instead of
being conflicted. I’m losing out on work opportunities because of
him.’ Jango grimaced.

And
that Kamino gig had sounded like it would pay so well too regardless
of how long it was.

To
bad it went quiet almost as soon as Jango had heard about it.

He
had been busy at the time though, tracking Ob-Kenobi on Corellia,
watching him drink.

His
mind conjured images at that thought, redhaired Kenobi drinking
people under the table with a delighted look on his face, a flush
ever so slightly peeking through a beard that shadowed his jaw. The
same scene followed only this one was white haired and no beard, the
hair pulled into a nerf tail.

Dream
and real.

But
something told Jango that the dream version was just as real too and
he had looked up some sliced records of Kenobi.

At
one point he had been redheaded and then, seemingly overnight some
years ago, he had gone white.

Jango
wanted answers.

And
he if he wanted to get them, he would actually need to spend time
with a Jedi and not just observe him.

‘…Kark.’
Jango grimaced. ‘I bet Jaster is laughing at me from the beyond.’

Hello Moddy, I’ve been looking through the masterlists and I’d love to see more of #memoriesburnme. What will Jango Fett do? Will there be clones or not? Just what is this connection he has with Obi-Wan? Inquiring minds wish to know. :)

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Watching
through his scope, the bounty hunter adjusted it to keep his eye on
the white haired man speaking with the taller Jedi which
Jango guessed he should care about since apparently this one was
Kenobi’s former master.

‘He
looks healthy, clear eyed though if these negotiations go to shit
like my client thinks it will, then that will change.’ Jango mused
to himself as he followed the Kenobi’s path slowly with his eye on
the man alone.

Jango
was only to interfere if things were to go wrong during the
negotiation, a council woman’s extra insurance for the safety of
her king.

The
Jedi looked unbothered by the tense atmosphere however though to be
fair, Jango had yet to see them react with shock and he had been
keeping a good eye on Kenobi for several months now. Some would call
him obsessed frankly.

‘When
they have dreams about him sleeping on what seems like their chest
and smiling softly at them, they can come and give me advice but
until then…’ Jango relaxed as Kenobi sat down at the table, hands
in full view. ‘I’ll keep an eye on him and
do things my way.’

Pushing
himself up, Jango sat back against the wall of
the shed he had set up at since
the negotiation table was considered sacred and
therefor no one at it would pull a weapon first and risk social
expulsion.

If
anyone outside of the table interfered, the Jedi would know thanks
to those powers of theirs and
that would alert Jango to any need to interfere.

So
for now he could muse on his situation.

The
dreams that followed him into waking, the sight of Kenobi sleeping
peacefully beside him, the gentleness of the Jedi’s grasp when he
tended to ‘Jango’s’ wounds in dreams…

Jango
hated Jedi.

Had
hated them for so long.

But
this one…

It
was the dreams
from the future’s fault.

‘If
I try to get close to him, prove those dreams wrong…’ He raised
his rifle, peering through the scope right at Kenobi once more.
‘Maybe I can go back to peacefully hating Jedi again instead of
being conflicted. I’m losing out on work opportunities because of
him.’ Jango grimaced.

And
that Kamino gig had sounded like it would pay so well too regardless
of how long it was.

To
bad it went quiet almost as soon as Jango had heard about it.

He
had been busy at the time though, tracking Ob-Kenobi on Corellia,
watching him drink.

His
mind conjured images at that thought, redhaired Kenobi drinking
people under the table with a delighted look on his face, a flush
ever so slightly peeking through a beard that shadowed his jaw. The
same scene followed only this one was white haired and no beard, the
hair pulled into a nerf tail.

Dream
and real.

But
something told Jango that the dream version was just as real too and
he had looked up some sliced records of Kenobi.

At
one point he had been redheaded and then, seemingly overnight some
years ago, he had gone white.

Jango
wanted answers.

And
he if he wanted to get them, he would actually need to spend time
with a Jedi and not just observe him.

‘…Kark.’
Jango grimaced. ‘I bet Jaster is laughing at me from the beyond.’

Hi Moddy! Firstly, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening! Secondly, I was wondering what happened in the last Sweet Honey fic, will Obi and Jango really get serious about having babies??? I’d love to see more domestic Obi-wan with Boba and Fatherly Jango with Anakin! Any form of family time with the four of them would be so awesome!

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Waking
slowly is
something of a novel sensation that
Obi-Wan is not
used to,
even in the temple where
he feels safe.

Generally
he wakes pretty quickly but at this moment…

He
is warm, his back is tucked back into Jango with one of the alpha’s
legs tucked between his legs and an
arm slung over Obi-Wan’s side with their hands loosely entwined.
Obi-Wan vaguely remembers the other grasping it last night and lacing
their fingers together while
pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck.

It
makes him smile drowsily, the sight of their loose hands still
together.

A
peaceful deep sleep with neither moving around to untangle them.

Of
course just because you want to remain in a peaceful, sleepy state
does not mean you can and Obi-Wan slowly untangled himself from his
mate, knowing he needed to get some breakfast going. They were
shipping out again
to some place the Senate demanded and Obi-Wan would rather Boba got
some good food into him.

Anakin
too though if Obi-Wan was right, his padawan was not at home at the
moment despite it being early in the morning.

Finally
standing on the floor, Obi-Wan stretched slowly, feeling his black
boxers slip a bit down which he quickly adjusted as he looked for his
robe only to find Jango’s shirt from yesterday on the floor, the
blue lose fabric laying innocently on the ground.

Glancing
towards the still slumbering alpha, Obi-Wan grinned and snatched the
abandoned shirt off the floor, pulling it on and
then bringing it to his nose with his hands
to give it a sniff before he stepped into his slippers and made his
way to the kitchen in boxers and Jango’s shirt, the shirt reaching
ever so slightly down his thighs.

He
smelled like his mate and now he would feed said mate and the cub he
had adopted from the man.

‘Flatcakes…
it will be a while until I can make it since we need to go out to the
outer rims…’ Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully and collected ingredients
from the fridge and a large bowl. As he whisked, the door opened and
closed and much to Obi-Wan’s amusement, quiet curses sounded from
the front.

“Seems
you’re not used to our new quarters yet?” He called out quietly
and teasingly.

There
was a pause and then Anakin, flustered and disheveled, showed up in
the kitchenette opening, smiling sheepishly at Obi-Wan. “Morning
master, I-”

He
shut up when Obi-Wan held up the whisk. “Just go shower padawan,
lest Jango catch your scent at this moment.” He teased though
Anakin quickly raced off to the new
fresher.
Since Obi-Wan had a mate and said mate had a child, they had moved
into one of the larger quarters after a bit of rebuilding. Now the
there was not only a padawan room but also Jango’s room and Mace
had quietly speculated that if necessary, they could knock out the
wall of the room next for another room…

It
had caused Obi-Wan to pause as he took the hint for what it was.

Should
Jango and he want children of their own, the order would allow it.

‘Kids…
do I want them? I… don’t think I would mind some of my own?’
Obi-Wan pondered as he pulled a skillet out to heat, ready to start
making flatcakes for all.

He
was about four cakes in when arms slid around him, Jango pressing up
against his back while cupping his stomach lightly. “Morning my
shirt stealer.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder
before hooking his chin onto the shoulder, content to hold and watch.

“Morning
mate,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, relaxing back into the other man.
For a few minutes he worked in silence with Jango wrapped around him.
‘Its as good a time now as any other. Boba is yet to wake up and
Anakin is still in the fresher…’ Obi-Wan pondered before turning
his head a bit to press a kiss to the others cheek. “Jango, have
you thought about kids?” He asked quietly.

There
was a deep huff then Jango straightened a bit, keeping his arms about
the Jedi. “Since I meet up with you? Yes. But its your body
Obi-Wan, if you will grant me pups that’s up to you but I wouldn’t
say no to one or two and Boba likes the idea of becoming a ori’vod.”
He rumbled out.

Blinking
at that, Obi-Wan paused, staring at the flatcake solidifying in the
pan thanks to the heat, pondering a thoughtfully.

Slowly,
he started to smile, pressing back against the other. “Mace told me
that if we needed more space, a wall could be knocked out into the
other room… and… maybe I’ll put aside my birth control for a
while?” Obi-Wan stated a tad shyly.

Jango
pressed a kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “See where nature takes us
huh?” He rumbled, tightening his grasp once more. “I can live
with that.”

Smiling
more widely, Obi-Wan only detangled himself from Jango as Boba
suddenly tumbled into the room, chirping in delight at the flatcakes
already done with
Anakin joining him moments later, helping Boba up into a chair as
Jango playfully ruffled both boys hair as Anakin’s had grown out in
the last few weeks.

It
was an endearing sight which made Obi-Wan smile.

Hi Moddy! Firstly, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening! Secondly, I was wondering what happened in the last Sweet Honey fic, will Obi and Jango really get serious about having babies??? I’d love to see more domestic Obi-wan with Boba and Fatherly Jango with Anakin! Any form of family time with the four of them would be so awesome!

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Waking
slowly is
something of a novel sensation that
Obi-Wan is not
used to,
even in the temple where
he feels safe.

Generally
he wakes pretty quickly but at this moment…

He
is warm, his back is tucked back into Jango with one of the alpha’s
legs tucked between his legs and an
arm slung over Obi-Wan’s side with their hands loosely entwined.
Obi-Wan vaguely remembers the other grasping it last night and lacing
their fingers together while
pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck.

It
makes him smile drowsily, the sight of their loose hands still
together.

A
peaceful deep sleep with neither moving around to untangle them.

Of
course just because you want to remain in a peaceful, sleepy state
does not mean you can and Obi-Wan slowly untangled himself from his
mate, knowing he needed to get some breakfast going. They were
shipping out again
to some place the Senate demanded and Obi-Wan would rather Boba got
some good food into him.

Anakin
too though if Obi-Wan was right, his padawan was not at home at the
moment despite it being early in the morning.

Finally
standing on the floor, Obi-Wan stretched slowly, feeling his black
boxers slip a bit down which he quickly adjusted as he looked for his
robe only to find Jango’s shirt from yesterday on the floor, the
blue lose fabric laying innocently on the ground.

Glancing
towards the still slumbering alpha, Obi-Wan grinned and snatched the
abandoned shirt off the floor, pulling it on and
then bringing it to his nose with his hands
to give it a sniff before he stepped into his slippers and made his
way to the kitchen in boxers and Jango’s shirt, the shirt reaching
ever so slightly down his thighs.

He
smelled like his mate and now he would feed said mate and the cub he
had adopted from the man.

‘Flatcakes…
it will be a while until I can make it since we need to go out to the
outer rims…’ Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully and collected ingredients
from the fridge and a large bowl. As he whisked, the door opened and
closed and much to Obi-Wan’s amusement, quiet curses sounded from
the front.

“Seems
you’re not used to our new quarters yet?” He called out quietly
and teasingly.

There
was a pause and then Anakin, flustered and disheveled, showed up in
the kitchenette opening, smiling sheepishly at Obi-Wan. “Morning
master, I-”

He
shut up when Obi-Wan held up the whisk. “Just go shower padawan,
lest Jango catch your scent at this moment.” He teased though
Anakin quickly raced off to the new
fresher.
Since Obi-Wan had a mate and said mate had a child, they had moved
into one of the larger quarters after a bit of rebuilding. Now the
there was not only a padawan room but also Jango’s room and Mace
had quietly speculated that if necessary, they could knock out the
wall of the room next for another room…

It
had caused Obi-Wan to pause as he took the hint for what it was.

Should
Jango and he want children of their own, the order would allow it.

‘Kids…
do I want them? I… don’t think I would mind some of my own?’
Obi-Wan pondered as he pulled a skillet out to heat, ready to start
making flatcakes for all.

He
was about four cakes in when arms slid around him, Jango pressing up
against his back while cupping his stomach lightly. “Morning my
shirt stealer.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder
before hooking his chin onto the shoulder, content to hold and watch.

“Morning
mate,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, relaxing back into the other man.
For a few minutes he worked in silence with Jango wrapped around him.
‘Its as good a time now as any other. Boba is yet to wake up and
Anakin is still in the fresher…’ Obi-Wan pondered before turning
his head a bit to press a kiss to the others cheek. “Jango, have
you thought about kids?” He asked quietly.

There
was a deep huff then Jango straightened a bit, keeping his arms about
the Jedi. “Since I meet up with you? Yes. But its your body
Obi-Wan, if you will grant me pups that’s up to you but I wouldn’t
say no to one or two and Boba likes the idea of becoming a ori’vod.”
He rumbled out.

Blinking
at that, Obi-Wan paused, staring at the flatcake solidifying in the
pan thanks to the heat, pondering a thoughtfully.

Slowly,
he started to smile, pressing back against the other. “Mace told me
that if we needed more space, a wall could be knocked out into the
other room… and… maybe I’ll put aside my birth control for a
while?” Obi-Wan stated a tad shyly.

Jango
pressed a kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “See where nature takes us
huh?” He rumbled, tightening his grasp once more. “I can live
with that.”

Smiling
more widely, Obi-Wan only detangled himself from Jango as Boba
suddenly tumbled into the room, chirping in delight at the flatcakes
already done with
Anakin joining him moments later, helping Boba up into a chair as
Jango playfully ruffled both boys hair as Anakin’s had grown out in
the last few weeks.

It
was an endearing sight which made Obi-Wan smile.

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Not
bothering to open his eyes when the door slid open, Obi-Wan just
smiled instead as he remained sitting against the mound of pillows
stacked against the headboard. Bruises and healing scrapes ached
uncomfortably but that was easy to ignore at the heat closed up
around him and the scent of Mandalorian tea entering his nose.

“I
do hope,” He murmured. “That you remembered to add honey to
mine?” Obi-Wan requested as the bed dipped lightly.

There
was a warm little chuckle, a tray stationed into Obi-Wan’s lap that
he shifted a hand to hold steady as the other person shifted around
until they were sitting beside the Jedi, the covers shifted around
until they covered two people. “I did, I even added a small splash
of milk since I know that Mandalorian spice tea is a bit too rough
even for you.” Jango murmured fondly, his hand coming up to stroke
Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face.

Finally
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to give the other man a small smile. “I
still can’t believe you managed to convince the council to send me
to Mandalore this quickly.” He huffed lightly while picking up the
nice clay mug full of tea that had milk in it, noting that Jango’s
own tea had nothing in it that he could tell.

“Considering
you’re clearly being targeted, the council felt it would be in your
best interest to be safely away from Coruscant,” Jango drawled,
sipping his own cup while watching Obi-Wan before shrugging. “There
are eight other ships leaving today, all with trails indicating that
you could potentially be onboard for the zabrak who attacked you to
follow.” He smirked a bit, rubbing the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear.

“Still,
Mandalore…” He huffed a bit in amusement, snuggling into Jango’s
side as the man continued stroking his ear and jawline slowly with
his fingertips. “Its in the Outer Rims and Jedi and Mandalore do
not have a good history despite our recently good communications.”
Obi-Wan smirked into his cup.

“Mmm
true enough but it seems they value your safety young Kenobi, enough
to set that aside and for some reason they seem to think I would keep
you safe as can be.” Jango smirked, winking at his lover when he
looked up.

Letting
out an amused snort, Obi-Wan sipped his tea before finally thinking
of something else, focusing on Jango with a displeased grimace.
“You’re not going to Sundari again are you? And that horrible
mural depicting Mando’a warriors absolutely slaughtering Jedi with
no mercy? Holding their heads as trophies?” He narrowed his eyes at
him.

“Errg…
oh look, sweet cakes!” Jango lifted the little plate of cream
filled pastries Bo had picked up before they left. Only Obi-Wan gave
him a severely displeased glare which
had Jango wincing and setting the plate down on the tray. “Right
okay… you really despise that mural huh?” He questioned
awkwardly.

“Its
gross,” Obi-Wan said blankly before picking up one of the bite
sized little pastries with cream inside. “Even if I wasn’t a Jedi
I would have found it rather brutal way of depicting ones victory,
holding a severed head up to gloat.” He sniffed.

Rolling
his eyes a bit, Jango slid his arm around the others shoulders and
continued sipping his own tea that Obi-Wan suspected had alcohol in
it now that the cup was so close for him to smell. Spicy tea and
Mando’a whiskey maybe. “And how do you suggest one celebrates
ones victory for prosperity?
A river
of blood?”  He rolled his eyes.

“Oh
I don’t know,” Obi-Wan huffed, his tone sardonic enough for Jango
to wince a bit. “How about a statue or mural of the warriors in
question standing tall and proud, the victors of a glorious battle
instead of a grisly sight of someone holding a severed
head?” He gave his older lover a dull look.

“…Okay
point, its a bit-”

“A
bit?” Obi-Wan’s brows rose.

Holding
up his hand in surrender. “Okay its very gruesome but to be fair,
its a long time ago and removing a piece of our history would have
several clans revolting against me,
the Mandalore crusades are an important historical event.”
He explained to the other. “Its part of our culture after all and
Mandalore has always been a planet of warriors with the traditions
and culture befitting it even if some like Sabine Kryze is trying
with this pacifism ideals.” He murmured to explain to his lover.

Obi-Wan
huffed but nodded. “That’s why I’m asking if
you’re planning to take me there and if you are, to request that
you don’t.”

Tapping
his fingertips on the others arm, Jango finally nodded. “Fair
enough, we won’t go looking up any of the old art. We can stay in
the newer section of the Royal palace and you know my rooms have none
of the gore there.” He teased gently, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s
cheek when the other let out a pleased noise.