Jangoobi

More warriorculture? What’s going to go down with maul? Is jango going to play nice with the senate so he can stay close to obi? What’s going on with anakin?

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Crashing through the trash and hitting
hard enough to crush through the crumbling duracrete wall, Obi-Wan
gave a cry of pain as he felt something in his chest shatter as he
finally came to a standstill but couldn’t take a moment to check as
the hum of the lightstaff was already in motion again.

Forced to roll away, Obi-Wan barely
avoided the red blade that had clipped him five times already in the
last five minutes.

‘Sithspit!’ Obi-Wan struggled to
his feet, the Force aiding him in numbing his ribs as he blocked the
saber as the zabrak sneered at him with bloodthirsty delight, yellow
and red-rimmed eyes sparking with his desire to murder Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had just wanted to visit Jango
before the Duke returned to Mandalore, the last of his negotiations
with the Senate wrapping up in a satisfactory manner but had been
lured away by flashes of darkness that Obi-Wan as a Jedi had been
oath bound to investigate.

Yet he had not expected to find a
kriffing Sith of all things
on Coruscant!

They were suppose
to be extinct and yet here one was about to kriffing murder Obi-Wan,
the zabrak a violent and terrifying example of the enemy of old
because Obi-Wan feared he would not survive this encounter at all as
the Sith was trashing him with what seemed like ease.

Or maybe it was
that the other had gotten the drop on him, had tapped his left thigh
with the staff before the dueling even began properly and thereby
slowing Obi-Wan down.

Force at this point
all Obi-Wan could hope for was that someone had summoned Jedi from
the temple since the Judicial could not do much against a kriffing
Sith.

Hopefully someone
with a brain had seen it and anonymously reported the lightsaber
battle happening in the bowels of Coruscant slums.

‘But
I might be dead by the time someone arrives!’ Obi-Wan barely
managed to parry the next lunge of the Sith’s saber in time, his
arms screaming in exhaustion even as he tried to build an opening by
feinting to the left but attacking from the right.

No dice, the Sith
expected that and just sneered at him, his victory already assured in
the yellow eyes.

Obi-Wan could see
his death in those eyes.

‘I wish I could
see Jango one last time.’ He thought hopelessly to himself before
preparing himself, preparing himself for the short end and hoping
that at least someone interrupted the Sith so he wouldn’t take
Obi-Wan’s saber with him.

Only…

Blasters impact at
the zabrak’s feet, forcing him away from Obi-Wan as he turns his
head upwards to a spot high over Obi-Wan’s head with a sneer of
rage before snarling out loud as he’s forced further and further
away from the exhausted and wounded Jedi by more blaster shots.

Confused for a
moment, Obi-Wan jerked to and almost severed a limb from one of his
saviors as Bo suddenly landed beside him.

“Kenobi, easy
there.” She snapped out, blaster in one hand while more shots were
fired over them.

‘Must be her
team… Jango had me followed again.’ Obi-Wan thought with some
hysteria before disengaging his saber and wrapping his arm around his
ribs as the Sith was forced on the run, the skilled Mandalorian’s
shots coming too close to comfort.

Obi-Wan
felt the eyes on him one last time before the zabrak disappeared into
the dark, the red sabers disengaging and letting him fade into the
shadows with his own black clothes even as two of Bo’s team tried
to pursue him, their jetpacks
filling the alley with sound.

“You smell like
trash,” Bo said and Obi-Wan turned his head to her to find the
woman wrinkling her nose at him as her helmet was under her arm. She
narrowed her eyes and plucked at something on his shoulder. “Is
this fruit peel and duracrete?” She asked with some amount of
horror.

Quirking his lips,
Obi-Wan nodded towards the hole in the crumbling duracrete wall. “I
came through there.” He rasped, watching Bo turn her head to stare
at it.

For a
long moment neither said anything even as the two hunters returned to
inform they had lost the target. Finally Bo turned his head back to
him with narrowed eyes. “You actually rolled through trash and went
through a karking wall,” She said with some amount of dryness that
had Obi-Wan shrugging his shoulders before hissing as that aggravated
his ribs, not to mention the rest of his wounds. “That can wait,”
Bo said briskly, grasping him a bit kinder by the shoulder. “We
need to get you to a medic.”

Giving
the woman a faint smile, Obi-Wan nodded as he started walking the way
she pushed with the rest of her team dropping down from the buildings
around. “I would kindly appreciate a medic yes.” He agreed,
taking shallow breaths so not to harm himself. ‘Least I get to see
Jango before he leaves.’ Obi-Wan thought tiredly to himself while
wondering how the kriff he was going to inform the council he
encountered Sith on
Coruscant of all places right beneath the temples noses. “…Bo-Katana,
you wouldn’t happen to have a cam on your armor would you?”

She quirked her
brow. “My helmet has automatic record function yes, why?” Bo
questioned in some suspicion.

Feeling relief in
his bones, Obi-Wan smiled meekly at her as he saw the skycar he was
being lead towards. “Oh, just need evidence. Could I kindly have a
copy?” He asked hopefully before grunting and falling forward the
blackness that had threatened him since Bo had landed finally took
over. ‘Well so much for that conversation.’

I don’t like O/A/B normaly but i love your sweet honey and would ask about more protective jedi order about anakin and would jango anakin adopt and protect? And would boba to mention anakin as his brother? And what about the 501 & 212 i love badass clones, and what about ahsoka? What is happen between dooku obi wan and anakin( protect dooku anakin from palpatine and grivesou?). And would mace windu protect anakin and help him? Sorry for a lot of question but you gave me so many ideas.

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Looking up when the
door opened, Jango watched Skywalker enter.

The omega looked…

Well more stable
he’d say, not as pale as back at the Rotunda when he had last seen
the teen so being back in his own home was doing him some good
clearly. He froze a bit however when he saw Jango however before he
stiffened his shoulders and just continued undoing his boots by
leaning back against the wall for support and lifting his legs so he
didn’t have to bend and bare his neck.

Smart pup,
especially since he had his shock with Palpatine and therefor should
be wary.

He didn’t trust
Jango, not yet.

He would.

If Obi-Wan was
willing to reach out to Boba so sweetly then Jango sure as hell was
willing to reach out to Obi-Wan’s intimate pack the same manner and
leave the rest up to Skywalker.

“I set aside a
plate for you, so if you’re hungry it should still be warm.” He
whispered while nodding into the kitchenette.

Skywalker paused,
squinting at him in surprise before he sat his boots aside and
quickly padded to the couch, peering over it to confirm his own
suspicions on the whispering.

Obi-Wan asleep with
Boba on his chest, a pad resting by the mans lax hand that wasn’t
wrapped around Boba.

Peering at them for
a few long minutes, Skywalker finally pursed his lips and looked at
Jango again before he nodded and went to the kitchen, tense but
unwilling to be threatened by an alpha in his own home clearly.

Jango did his best
to keep distance between them so not to threaten the boy.

Well…

Not boy.

More man than boy
really but in that awkward stage honestly between teenager and man
Jango would say. So it wasn’t going to be as easy for him to
integrate himself to Skyw-Anakin as it had been for Obi-Wan to
integrate himself to Boba.

“You’re going
to look after him, right?” Anakin suddenly asked while picking up
the covered plate to peer at the contents.

“I’m going to
look after both of you,” Jango answered automatically before
sighing a bit. “Look, I know this isn’t easy but…you’re pack.
Obi-Wan’s pack, his cub or brother or however you Jedi do these
things but that means you’re part of this pack and I’ll look
after both of you if you let me.” He crossed his arms over his
chest, leaning against the doorway to watch the blond.

Anakin peered at
him, a bit tense limbed before slowly sitting down at the table.
“You… want to look after us?” He questioned, a small frown on
his face.

Tilting his chin
up, Jango grunted. “I’m a true blooded alpha raised in the
Mando’a way, not some second rate slum alpha. You can bet your
braid I want to look after you all… the question here however is
what you want from me as Obi-Wan’s mate.” He said seriously.

Anakin tapped his
fingers on the table.

Jango could hear
the metal and his insides clenched at the remembering that this omega
had been hurt on his guard.

He had heard
Obi-Wan and the blond talk about something called the ‘trial of the
flesh’ or something like that and clearly it was part of a Jedi
ritual or something in the same way that true Mandalorian’s had
their own traditions but that didn’t mean he had to karking like
it. Especially not when this was the closest pack member to his own
mate.

“I don’t know
really” Anakin finally said, slumping a bit. “There’s so much
confusion right now, the Senate is all up in arms, there is an army
to the Republic with tons of them just patrolling the temple and
keeping media out and there’s supposedly a war and the Chancellor-”
He bit his own tongue at that, remembering who he was talking to.

Rumbling faintly,
Jango cautiously approached the other and rested his hand slowly onto
his shoulder.

Tense but not sour
smelling and not trying to get away, Anakin peered up at him.

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” Jango
murmured. “It means family is more than blood and you are family.
If you’re willing to accept me then I’ll do my duty both by
Obi-Wan and by you. If you
let me be your cabur, you can trust me to take that duty seriously.”
He promised.

Frowning
a bit as he repeated the word cabur, Anakin slowly started to relax.
“…Cabur means… protector in Mando’a, doesn’t it?” He
looked down at his plate before up at Jango again, a small smile on
his face.

Smirking
mildly in return, Jango nodded before gesturing to the plate in
encouragement. “Eat, its gonna get cold.” He murmured quietly.

Seemingly
more at ease with Jango that’s just what Anakin did as Jango moved
to grab a glass of water with a bit of relief because that could have
gone so much worse.

I don’t like O/A/B normaly but i love your sweet honey and would ask about more protective jedi order about anakin and would jango anakin adopt and protect? And would boba to mention anakin as his brother? And what about the 501 & 212 i love badass clones, and what about ahsoka? What is happen between dooku obi wan and anakin( protect dooku anakin from palpatine and grivesou?). And would mace windu protect anakin and help him? Sorry for a lot of question but you gave me so many ideas.

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Looking up when the
door opened, Jango watched Skywalker enter.

The omega looked…

Well more stable
he’d say, not as pale as back at the Rotunda when he had last seen
the teen so being back in his own home was doing him some good
clearly. He froze a bit however when he saw Jango however before he
stiffened his shoulders and just continued undoing his boots by
leaning back against the wall for support and lifting his legs so he
didn’t have to bend and bare his neck.

Smart pup,
especially since he had his shock with Palpatine and therefor should
be wary.

He didn’t trust
Jango, not yet.

He would.

If Obi-Wan was
willing to reach out to Boba so sweetly then Jango sure as hell was
willing to reach out to Obi-Wan’s intimate pack the same manner and
leave the rest up to Skywalker.

“I set aside a
plate for you, so if you’re hungry it should still be warm.” He
whispered while nodding into the kitchenette.

Skywalker paused,
squinting at him in surprise before he sat his boots aside and
quickly padded to the couch, peering over it to confirm his own
suspicions on the whispering.

Obi-Wan asleep with
Boba on his chest, a pad resting by the mans lax hand that wasn’t
wrapped around Boba.

Peering at them for
a few long minutes, Skywalker finally pursed his lips and looked at
Jango again before he nodded and went to the kitchen, tense but
unwilling to be threatened by an alpha in his own home clearly.

Jango did his best
to keep distance between them so not to threaten the boy.

Well…

Not boy.

More man than boy
really but in that awkward stage honestly between teenager and man
Jango would say. So it wasn’t going to be as easy for him to
integrate himself to Skyw-Anakin as it had been for Obi-Wan to
integrate himself to Boba.

“You’re going
to look after him, right?” Anakin suddenly asked while picking up
the covered plate to peer at the contents.

“I’m going to
look after both of you,” Jango answered automatically before
sighing a bit. “Look, I know this isn’t easy but…you’re pack.
Obi-Wan’s pack, his cub or brother or however you Jedi do these
things but that means you’re part of this pack and I’ll look
after both of you if you let me.” He crossed his arms over his
chest, leaning against the doorway to watch the blond.

Anakin peered at
him, a bit tense limbed before slowly sitting down at the table.
“You… want to look after us?” He questioned, a small frown on
his face.

Tilting his chin
up, Jango grunted. “I’m a true blooded alpha raised in the
Mando’a way, not some second rate slum alpha. You can bet your
braid I want to look after you all… the question here however is
what you want from me as Obi-Wan’s mate.” He said seriously.

Anakin tapped his
fingers on the table.

Jango could hear
the metal and his insides clenched at the remembering that this omega
had been hurt on his guard.

He had heard
Obi-Wan and the blond talk about something called the ‘trial of the
flesh’ or something like that and clearly it was part of a Jedi
ritual or something in the same way that true Mandalorian’s had
their own traditions but that didn’t mean he had to karking like
it. Especially not when this was the closest pack member to his own
mate.

“I don’t know
really” Anakin finally said, slumping a bit. “There’s so much
confusion right now, the Senate is all up in arms, there is an army
to the Republic with tons of them just patrolling the temple and
keeping media out and there’s supposedly a war and the Chancellor-”
He bit his own tongue at that, remembering who he was talking to.

Rumbling faintly,
Jango cautiously approached the other and rested his hand slowly onto
his shoulder.

Tense but not sour
smelling and not trying to get away, Anakin peered up at him.

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” Jango
murmured. “It means family is more than blood and you are family.
If you’re willing to accept me then I’ll do my duty both by
Obi-Wan and by you. If you
let me be your cabur, you can trust me to take that duty seriously.”
He promised.

Frowning
a bit as he repeated the word cabur, Anakin slowly started to relax.
“…Cabur means… protector in Mando’a, doesn’t it?” He
looked down at his plate before up at Jango again, a small smile on
his face.

Smirking
mildly in return, Jango nodded before gesturing to the plate in
encouragement. “Eat, its gonna get cold.” He murmured quietly.

Seemingly
more at ease with Jango that’s just what Anakin did as Jango moved
to grab a glass of water with a bit of relief because that could have
gone so much worse.

So in Police and Library. Jango proposed over text. Is he going to have a mini freak out when he wakes up and runs to the jewelry store to get a ring so he can do it for real when Obi-Wan gets home. Inquiring minds would like to know.

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Ignoring his
laughing cousins as he looked over the rows of rings, Jango ran his
fingers through his hair in frustrations. “I didn’t ask you
hyenas here to laugh at me, I asked for help.” He snapped at them.

Rex lifted his
hands, sniggering still. “You know Obi-Wan best, we’re here for
the entertainment value considering you should have a good grasp on
what he likes.” He chortled but Cody moved closer and was actually
looking at the rings.

Which shouldn’t
shock Jango really, seeing as how Cody had been friends with Obi-Wan
far before they had moved in together in the same apartment.

“You should
honestly have called Quinlan Vos if you wanted a good opinion on
Obi-Wan’s likes.” Cody agreed even as he tapped at the display.

“If I wanted Vos,
I would have gotten Vos.” Jango growled out, sending the nervous
looking twi’lek cashier a calming smile that had her smiling back
as it seemed to have calmed her a bit. And maybe she saw frustrated
ring shoppers all the time?

Honestly he had
gotten four hours sleep and then rolled out of bed only to rush out
while calling his cousins for aid as he needed to get a damn ring for
Obi-Wan.

Something pretty.

He wanted something
that would fit with Obi-Wan’s style.

“…Rose gold.”
He mumbled before moving towards another part of the display. “And
no diamonds, Obi-Wan had this rant about diamonds and how they were a
colorless rock that was too hyped about.” Jango looked hopefully
towards the cashier.

She smiled, her
lekkus twitching. “Oh, so a man with taste I see,” She laughed
softly before bending down a bit to reach into the display, pulling
out two trays. “These are the ones we have with rose gold, take a
close look at them.” The twi’lek encouraged.

Leaning a bit in,
Jango stared at them.

He could count out
all the ones with clear stones as he knew Obi-Wan wouldn’t want
anything to do with them which left eight rings.

One was purple, two
were green, one was a twisted silver and gold with pink rocks, the
next one was…

Jango paused,
staring at the fifth ring before gently plucking it out of the
cushion keeping the rings up. It had a larger persian blue rock in
the middle with smaller ones ‘behind’ it along the ring like some
sort of trail in the same color.

‘Like a comet,
like the ones me and Obi-Wan see when we go star gazing together.’
He marveled before looking at the cashier, glancing at her naming
tag. “What kind of stone and ring is this Miss Royal?” Jango
questioned.

Leaning in, the
green skinned twi’lek gave a delighted smile. “Oh, that’s the
comet sweep ring, its a decently popular design with this one being
made with tanzanite,” She explained. “The designer created it
after watching a meteor shower.”

Jango looked back
down at the ring.

He could imagine
this one on Obi-Wan, could imagine it on his finger or on a chain
around his neck in case he worried about losing it off his finger.
Glancing at his cousins as they came closer to peer at the ring, he
held it out for them to see too.

They stared at it
for a good moment before Rex lifted his hand and gave Jango the thumb
up with a big grin. “It looks good, I can see Obi-Wan loving this
one.” He chuckled.

Cody nodded in
agreement. “And I can imagine Tahl and Qui-Gon approving of it
too,” He grinned before smirking when Jango went a bit pale. “You
haven’t told them yet, have you.” He teased.

Letting out a deep
breath, Jango turned to pay for the ring. “It doesn’t matter.
They approve of me, Tahl even made sweaters for me and Qui-Gon baked
for me.” He grumbled, ignoring the third person who he’d have to
impress.

“Oh its not them
I’m worried about.” Cody chirped.

Jango grimaced and
looked to him. “…Anakin?”

Cody nodded,
grinning. “Anakin.”

“…Shit.”
Jango huffed.

So in Police and Library. Jango proposed over text. Is he going to have a mini freak out when he wakes up and runs to the jewelry store to get a ring so he can do it for real when Obi-Wan gets home. Inquiring minds would like to know.

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Ignoring his
laughing cousins as he looked over the rows of rings, Jango ran his
fingers through his hair in frustrations. “I didn’t ask you
hyenas here to laugh at me, I asked for help.” He snapped at them.

Rex lifted his
hands, sniggering still. “You know Obi-Wan best, we’re here for
the entertainment value considering you should have a good grasp on
what he likes.” He chortled but Cody moved closer and was actually
looking at the rings.

Which shouldn’t
shock Jango really, seeing as how Cody had been friends with Obi-Wan
far before they had moved in together in the same apartment.

“You should
honestly have called Quinlan Vos if you wanted a good opinion on
Obi-Wan’s likes.” Cody agreed even as he tapped at the display.

“If I wanted Vos,
I would have gotten Vos.” Jango growled out, sending the nervous
looking twi’lek cashier a calming smile that had her smiling back
as it seemed to have calmed her a bit. And maybe she saw frustrated
ring shoppers all the time?

Honestly he had
gotten four hours sleep and then rolled out of bed only to rush out
while calling his cousins for aid as he needed to get a damn ring for
Obi-Wan.

Something pretty.

He wanted something
that would fit with Obi-Wan’s style.

“…Rose gold.”
He mumbled before moving towards another part of the display. “And
no diamonds, Obi-Wan had this rant about diamonds and how they were a
colorless rock that was too hyped about.” Jango looked hopefully
towards the cashier.

She smiled, her
lekkus twitching. “Oh, so a man with taste I see,” She laughed
softly before bending down a bit to reach into the display, pulling
out two trays. “These are the ones we have with rose gold, take a
close look at them.” The twi’lek encouraged.

Leaning a bit in,
Jango stared at them.

He could count out
all the ones with clear stones as he knew Obi-Wan wouldn’t want
anything to do with them which left eight rings.

One was purple, two
were green, one was a twisted silver and gold with pink rocks, the
next one was…

Jango paused,
staring at the fifth ring before gently plucking it out of the
cushion keeping the rings up. It had a larger persian blue rock in
the middle with smaller ones ‘behind’ it along the ring like some
sort of trail in the same color.

‘Like a comet,
like the ones me and Obi-Wan see when we go star gazing together.’
He marveled before looking at the cashier, glancing at her naming
tag. “What kind of stone and ring is this Miss Royal?” Jango
questioned.

Leaning in, the
green skinned twi’lek gave a delighted smile. “Oh, that’s the
comet sweep ring, its a decently popular design with this one being
made with tanzanite,” She explained. “The designer created it
after watching a meteor shower.”

Jango looked back
down at the ring.

He could imagine
this one on Obi-Wan, could imagine it on his finger or on a chain
around his neck in case he worried about losing it off his finger.
Glancing at his cousins as they came closer to peer at the ring, he
held it out for them to see too.

They stared at it
for a good moment before Rex lifted his hand and gave Jango the thumb
up with a big grin. “It looks good, I can see Obi-Wan loving this
one.” He chuckled.

Cody nodded in
agreement. “And I can imagine Tahl and Qui-Gon approving of it
too,” He grinned before smirking when Jango went a bit pale. “You
haven’t told them yet, have you.” He teased.

Letting out a deep
breath, Jango turned to pay for the ring. “It doesn’t matter.
They approve of me, Tahl even made sweaters for me and Qui-Gon baked
for me.” He grumbled, ignoring the third person who he’d have to
impress.

“Oh its not them
I’m worried about.” Cody chirped.

Jango grimaced and
looked to him. “…Anakin?”

Cody nodded,
grinning. “Anakin.”

“…Shit.”
Jango huffed.

The new sweethoney was precious… Could we get some family bonding between obi, jango, and boba? Boba must be having a bit of trouble adjusting but it’s so hard not to love and be protective of obi.

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Checking the map
one last time, Boba headed down the hall on quick steps and ignored
the quick glances from the knights around since he was pretty sure
they all knew who he was anyway and none of them were a threat to
him.

He had meet up with
some of the Jedi younglings and they were…

Well Boba wasn’t
sure they were normal but they were neat.

He hadn’t really
been around many other kids since buir had kept him separated from
the clones his own age since Boba was special and different from
them, didn’t age like they did but he was pretty sure that the Jedi
younglings were pretty standard for the Jedi at least and all of them
were comfortable with the adults around them if sometimes shy.

Like Boba was when
he sometimes meet the older clones even if he put a brave face on.

Finally he reached
the right door, peering up at the names printed onto the door.

Kenobi and
Skywalker.

Standing on his
toes he tapped at the display and sighed when it didn’t open, well
to be fair his father and Obi-Wan hadn’t been mates for that long
so the fact that his hand didn’t open the door shouldn’t really
upset Boba.

Not really…

He knocked and
heard a thump on the other side of the door, there was a few seconds
before the door opened and Jango stood there, smiling down at him.
“Boba, I was waiting on you.” He chuckled before reaching out and
ruffling his hair before pulling him into the apartment that smelled
of tea, sweet incense and an underlying smell of mech oil.

There was a small
entrance where robes and boots stood to the side, three doors he
imagined lead to bedrooms and a fresher, the living room and a
kitchenette.

It was smaller than
Boba and his buir’s home on kamino he noted but it seemed
comfortable, a space two people had shared with parts of both
integrated because Boba couldn’t quite imagine Obi-Wan filling the
place with all the droid and motor parts he could spot laying
slightly out of the way so people wouldn’t trip over them but he
could imagine the books, pads and some of the pretty little trinkets
propped up in various shelves and in a bookshelf in the living room.

There was a squishy
green couch in the middle of the room with a glass caff table along
with two recliners in black that looked newer and under a window
there were two meditation mats in weaved purple fabric.

It was on the couch
Obi-Wan sat, mutely watching him until Boba looked to him, smiling
when he saw he had Boba’s attention. “Welcome to my home Boba, I
hope… well you might see it quite a bit if you wish so I hope you
like it.”

Feeling his buir
gently tap his shoulder, Boba gave a quick nod. “I do, its small
but smells nice and feels… warm.” He settled on as he quickly
shifted to take his shoes off.

Kamino might have
been bigger but it had been sterile, kind of cold despite the heat
being on because of how hard and heavy the rain fell with the very
rare sunny day.

Here?

This was a space
that was lived in, abandoned cups and metal scraps hastily shoved
aside.

Looking up again he
meet Obi-Wan’s smiling face as the omega watched him and that made
Boba feel self-conscious.

This was his buir’s
mate, he wasn’t going to go away at all so Boba had to figure out
how to respond to him yet at the same time this wasn’t his father
so how was Boba suppose t-

“If it makes it
any easier, you don’t have to consider me any kind of authority
figure,” Obi-Wan suddenly said, patting the couch for Boba to join
him. “But I’d like for us two to get to know each other since
we’re both in your father’s lives and maybe we could develop a
friendship… or maybe I could even be a parent to you if you allow
it.” The omega said softly.

Blinking a bit,
Boba made his way over to the couch and sat down. “Do… you want
to be? A parent?” He shifted.

Obi-Wan shrugged a
bit, smiling at him. “I don’t really know but I’d like to try
to be there for you if you want me to be. I can also keep my distance
from you if you wish but I’d like… to be someone for you too.”
He offered up.

Offered.

Didn’t demand.

The few times Boba
had allowed himself to consider his buir with a mate it had always
left him with a burning dislike because in his mind they had always
demanded to be also called buir too or some other parental reference.

Peeking up from his
knees, Boba smiled shyly at the Jedi. “I think I’d like that.”
He whispered, looking at his buir when Jango sat down on his other
side with a wry grin on his face only to quickly turn his head back
to Obi-Wan when he ruffled Boba’s hair just like buir always did.

It felt nice.

He leaned into the
touch with a happy little noise.

The new sweethoney was precious… Could we get some family bonding between obi, jango, and boba? Boba must be having a bit of trouble adjusting but it’s so hard not to love and be protective of obi.

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Checking the map
one last time, Boba headed down the hall on quick steps and ignored
the quick glances from the knights around since he was pretty sure
they all knew who he was anyway and none of them were a threat to
him.

He had meet up with
some of the Jedi younglings and they were…

Well Boba wasn’t
sure they were normal but they were neat.

He hadn’t really
been around many other kids since buir had kept him separated from
the clones his own age since Boba was special and different from
them, didn’t age like they did but he was pretty sure that the Jedi
younglings were pretty standard for the Jedi at least and all of them
were comfortable with the adults around them if sometimes shy.

Like Boba was when
he sometimes meet the older clones even if he put a brave face on.

Finally he reached
the right door, peering up at the names printed onto the door.

Kenobi and
Skywalker.

Standing on his
toes he tapped at the display and sighed when it didn’t open, well
to be fair his father and Obi-Wan hadn’t been mates for that long
so the fact that his hand didn’t open the door shouldn’t really
upset Boba.

Not really…

He knocked and
heard a thump on the other side of the door, there was a few seconds
before the door opened and Jango stood there, smiling down at him.
“Boba, I was waiting on you.” He chuckled before reaching out and
ruffling his hair before pulling him into the apartment that smelled
of tea, sweet incense and an underlying smell of mech oil.

There was a small
entrance where robes and boots stood to the side, three doors he
imagined lead to bedrooms and a fresher, the living room and a
kitchenette.

It was smaller than
Boba and his buir’s home on kamino he noted but it seemed
comfortable, a space two people had shared with parts of both
integrated because Boba couldn’t quite imagine Obi-Wan filling the
place with all the droid and motor parts he could spot laying
slightly out of the way so people wouldn’t trip over them but he
could imagine the books, pads and some of the pretty little trinkets
propped up in various shelves and in a bookshelf in the living room.

There was a squishy
green couch in the middle of the room with a glass caff table along
with two recliners in black that looked newer and under a window
there were two meditation mats in weaved purple fabric.

It was on the couch
Obi-Wan sat, mutely watching him until Boba looked to him, smiling
when he saw he had Boba’s attention. “Welcome to my home Boba, I
hope… well you might see it quite a bit if you wish so I hope you
like it.”

Feeling his buir
gently tap his shoulder, Boba gave a quick nod. “I do, its small
but smells nice and feels… warm.” He settled on as he quickly
shifted to take his shoes off.

Kamino might have
been bigger but it had been sterile, kind of cold despite the heat
being on because of how hard and heavy the rain fell with the very
rare sunny day.

Here?

This was a space
that was lived in, abandoned cups and metal scraps hastily shoved
aside.

Looking up again he
meet Obi-Wan’s smiling face as the omega watched him and that made
Boba feel self-conscious.

This was his buir’s
mate, he wasn’t going to go away at all so Boba had to figure out
how to respond to him yet at the same time this wasn’t his father
so how was Boba suppose t-

“If it makes it
any easier, you don’t have to consider me any kind of authority
figure,” Obi-Wan suddenly said, patting the couch for Boba to join
him. “But I’d like for us two to get to know each other since
we’re both in your father’s lives and maybe we could develop a
friendship… or maybe I could even be a parent to you if you allow
it.” The omega said softly.

Blinking a bit,
Boba made his way over to the couch and sat down. “Do… you want
to be? A parent?” He shifted.

Obi-Wan shrugged a
bit, smiling at him. “I don’t really know but I’d like to try
to be there for you if you want me to be. I can also keep my distance
from you if you wish but I’d like… to be someone for you too.”
He offered up.

Offered.

Didn’t demand.

The few times Boba
had allowed himself to consider his buir with a mate it had always
left him with a burning dislike because in his mind they had always
demanded to be also called buir too or some other parental reference.

Peeking up from his
knees, Boba smiled shyly at the Jedi. “I think I’d like that.”
He whispered, looking at his buir when Jango sat down on his other
side with a wry grin on his face only to quickly turn his head back
to Obi-Wan when he ruffled Boba’s hair just like buir always did.

It felt nice.

He leaned into the
touch with a happy little noise.

So (when you have time of course because I know you have so many prompts) in Sweethoney…how did Palpatine look at Anakin? Like how much should I want to stab Sheev? How did Anakin/Obi-Wan/ others react to whatever the look was? How protect did Obi-Wan get of his padawan? Thanks Moddy, love you!

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“He wanted to
fuck him.”

His mates rough
voice gets a jump out of Obi-Wan as he turns around in surprise,
finding Jango standing in the quarters with a dark look on his face.
“I’m sorry, what?” Obi-Wan blinked at his mate, moving towards
him from the window.

Jango’s lips
curled even as he reached out and pulled Obi-Wan to him to nuzzle at
his claiming bite on the others neck. “The Chancellor, I saw him
looking at your padawan. He clearly wanted to lay your padawan flat
and bite him up from the moment he caught changed scent and didn’t strike me as one who listened to ‘no’.” He
grunted, his tone disgusted.

Wincing a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, I noticed. Believe me, we all noticed and
none of us approve. Anakin wanted to run away when he saw it.” He
shivered a bit.

Until now he hadn’t
considered Palpatine to be a threat but the way he had looked at
Anakin with avarice had made the hackles of all Jedi go high and it
had been so surprising to them since Chancellor Palpatine had only
ever pinged in on the sleazy politician vibe even during the Naboo
crisis.

But the moment the
Chancellor had honed in on Anakin’s scent…

Obi-Wan pressed his
face to Jango’s throat, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know
what to say or do about that honestly. There are pairings where the
age difference is quite big but that’s nothing new in our galaxy
and yet the idea of the Chancellor trying to touch my padawan is…”
He sought for words.

“Alarming.”
Jango finished off for him before looking around. “Where is the
kid?”

Shrugging, Obi-Wan
took the other by the hand and pulled him to the couch. “Salle,
some of his friends invited him to spar though I got the sensation
they also just want to gossip. Where is Boba?” He glanced around
for the others son as if expecting him to pop out of the wall.

“With Jocasta Nu,
he asked to go see the library here.” Jango shrugged, settling down
and pulling Obi-Wan firmly into his lap.

Blinking, Obi-Wan
levered the other a slightly wide eyed look. “You let him alone in
the Jedi temple? You, Jango Fett?” He shook his head.

Snorting, Jango ran
his hand through his own hair. “Look, I got you now. I need to
trust you guys and Boba wanted to see this… wait its Archive isn’t
it?” He frowned at Obi-Wan. “You Jedi call it your Archives? And
anyhow he has an emergency signal he can send me and a map of the
temple thanks to Madam Nu.” Jango shrugged.

Nodding, Obi-Wan
gave a breathy little laugh before leaning in and pressing a kiss to
the others lips, wondering how he got this lucky.

Because his mate
was willing to try trusting after everything the Jedi had messed up
for the other man and that was…

Force Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve that.

A warm hand closed around his neck and
he let out a small whine, staring at Jango with lidded eyes.

“Don’t.” Came the warning rumble
from the alpha.

Making a confused noise, Obi-Wan stared
at the other.

“Don’t put yourself down, I can
smell it in your scent, you are exactly how you were meant to be,”
Jango growled before pulling Obi-Wan to him and burying his face in
the others neck as he took a deep huffing breath. “Just as you’re
suppose to be, sweetest of honey with a little bit of spice.”

Shivering a bit, Obi-Wan closed his
eyes and let the other manipulate him until Obi-Wan could rest his
face in Jango’s shoulder with the alpha rubbing his nose into
Obi-Wan’s neck still. “I’m sorry, I’m just… not sure what
I’ve done to deserve you. You just… you go from hating us to
wanting to protect me and my padawan and that’s just… astounding.
People don’t want to protect Jedi.” Obi-Wan swallowed.

Jango’s grasp tightened on him. “Ner
omega. I’ll look after you and I’ll look after your pack. I’m no
second rate alpha.” He growled and the sound was so deep it vibrate
through Obi-Wan’s entire body. With the sound and the grasp on his
neck, Obi-Wan just went limp while adoring this alpha, his true mate
and alpha.

So (when you have time of course because I know you have so many prompts) in Sweethoney…how did Palpatine look at Anakin? Like how much should I want to stab Sheev? How did Anakin/Obi-Wan/ others react to whatever the look was? How protect did Obi-Wan get of his padawan? Thanks Moddy, love you!

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“He wanted to
fuck him.”

His mates rough
voice gets a jump out of Obi-Wan as he turns around in surprise,
finding Jango standing in the quarters with a dark look on his face.
“I’m sorry, what?” Obi-Wan blinked at his mate, moving towards
him from the window.

Jango’s lips
curled even as he reached out and pulled Obi-Wan to him to nuzzle at
his claiming bite on the others neck. “The Chancellor, I saw him
looking at your padawan. He clearly wanted to lay your padawan flat
and bite him up from the moment he caught changed scent and didn’t strike me as one who listened to ‘no’.” He
grunted, his tone disgusted.

Wincing a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, I noticed. Believe me, we all noticed and
none of us approve. Anakin wanted to run away when he saw it.” He
shivered a bit.

Until now he hadn’t
considered Palpatine to be a threat but the way he had looked at
Anakin with avarice had made the hackles of all Jedi go high and it
had been so surprising to them since Chancellor Palpatine had only
ever pinged in on the sleazy politician vibe even during the Naboo
crisis.

But the moment the
Chancellor had honed in on Anakin’s scent…

Obi-Wan pressed his
face to Jango’s throat, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know
what to say or do about that honestly. There are pairings where the
age difference is quite big but that’s nothing new in our galaxy
and yet the idea of the Chancellor trying to touch my padawan is…”
He sought for words.

“Alarming.”
Jango finished off for him before looking around. “Where is the
kid?”

Shrugging, Obi-Wan
took the other by the hand and pulled him to the couch. “Salle,
some of his friends invited him to spar though I got the sensation
they also just want to gossip. Where is Boba?” He glanced around
for the others son as if expecting him to pop out of the wall.

“With Jocasta Nu,
he asked to go see the library here.” Jango shrugged, settling down
and pulling Obi-Wan firmly into his lap.

Blinking, Obi-Wan
levered the other a slightly wide eyed look. “You let him alone in
the Jedi temple? You, Jango Fett?” He shook his head.

Snorting, Jango ran
his hand through his own hair. “Look, I got you now. I need to
trust you guys and Boba wanted to see this… wait its Archive isn’t
it?” He frowned at Obi-Wan. “You Jedi call it your Archives? And
anyhow he has an emergency signal he can send me and a map of the
temple thanks to Madam Nu.” Jango shrugged.

Nodding, Obi-Wan
gave a breathy little laugh before leaning in and pressing a kiss to
the others lips, wondering how he got this lucky.

Because his mate
was willing to try trusting after everything the Jedi had messed up
for the other man and that was…

Force Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve that.

A warm hand closed around his neck and
he let out a small whine, staring at Jango with lidded eyes.

“Don’t.” Came the warning rumble
from the alpha.

Making a confused noise, Obi-Wan stared
at the other.

“Don’t put yourself down, I can
smell it in your scent, you are exactly how you were meant to be,”
Jango growled before pulling Obi-Wan to him and burying his face in
the others neck as he took a deep huffing breath. “Just as you’re
suppose to be, sweetest of honey with a little bit of spice.”

Shivering a bit, Obi-Wan closed his
eyes and let the other manipulate him until Obi-Wan could rest his
face in Jango’s shoulder with the alpha rubbing his nose into
Obi-Wan’s neck still. “I’m sorry, I’m just… not sure what
I’ve done to deserve you. You just… you go from hating us to
wanting to protect me and my padawan and that’s just… astounding.
People don’t want to protect Jedi.” Obi-Wan swallowed.

Jango’s grasp tightened on him. “Ner
omega. I’ll look after you and I’ll look after your pack. I’m no
second rate alpha.” He growled and the sound was so deep it vibrate
through Obi-Wan’s entire body. With the sound and the grasp on his
neck, Obi-Wan just went limp while adoring this alpha, his true mate
and alpha.

Not two are alike, I’m curious of what Jango was doing during the latest episodes of this fic. Tying lose ends on his side?

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Taking a deep
breath of the clean air, Obi-Wan let his eyes close as he enjoyed the
fresh air of Devaron.

He had been on many
planets but no one had felt like this before. This clean and wild
sensation, no pollution, the Force living through forest, animal and
people alike.

Oh there was some
pollution of course but not like Coruscant and just a touch wilder
than Alderaan even and that was a pleasure against his senses as he
could feel every sentient slowly mingle, Jedi and clones greeting
each others, getting to know each other just a bit more before they
had to do things.

There was just so
much to do.

Just so many things
to build and make room for.

The temple of Eedit
had been a shadow of the temple of Coruscant, run with few people but
now they were so may, millions and millions of clones all over along
with Jedi

So many children
everywhere you looked and the tanks would have to be kept on the
nursery ships for now because there was just no space to keep them
that would be safe and provide the power that the pods required to
keep the little ones healthy.

But they were
there, they could get it.

It was all a matter
of building and preparing.

Turning his head to
meet Alpha-17 eyes, Obi-Wan gave one of the oldest clones a small
smile and outright chuckled when the other grimaced at him before the
top trained and one of the older clones made a sharp whistling noise,
gesturing for a few of his vode to follow him.

They were going to
need some temporary shelter since not all the temple Eedit rooms were
usable for living just yet and that meant some tents for the older
vode with the younger ones bunking with the Jedi younglings.

It was a good thing
they did not mind doubling up a bit with the clones.

‘If its anything
like when I was young still than they might still sleep in those
piles.’ Obi-Wan thought wryly to himself, smiling softly to himself
as he lost himself to the more pleasant memories he had of his
younger time.

Curled up with Bant
and Garen, sharing the comfort, finding that his friends did not mind
the visions he could not suppress.

Arms curled around
his waist and pulled him back as a familiar armor pressed into his
back and Obi-Wan chuckled quietly. “And when did you get here?”
He asked dryly, not wholly amused with the man.

Letting out a hum,
Jango tightened his grasp a bit as he enjoyed Obi-Wan’s own armor.
“Yesterday. I was tying up some last ends before I joined you here with Boba, you
know how bounty hunters can be. You are one after all even if you
haven’t taken a job in years.” He drawled before pressing a soft
kiss to what little of the neck was exposed over the collar of the
armor, uncaring of who saw.

Which was most who
were out.

Not that it
mattered to either anymore that people knew.

The details they’d
keep, that they were taken could totally be known.

Sighing a bit,
Obi-Wan couldn’t help smiling when he saw Boba gather a bunch of
the younger clones and small giggling Jedi younglings to make up a
wee battalion of his own, a target already clear in sight.

Said target looked
oblivious and proved to be that as Qui-Gon Jinn was toppled with a
cry of victory lead by Boba as the man himself cried out in shock and
then laughed, playfully snatching one dark haired Fett youngling to
playfully wrestle as his ‘hostage’.

Which initiated a
round of negotiation.

Freedom for the
hostage and also some sweets for them which Jinn was more then happy
to provide as he lead a group of mixed clones of red and black away
with the Jedi of all colors in their little tunics.

One giant wookie
like human with a line of ducklings as he opened a crate to fish out
sweets for those of young ones who wanted them.

“So he’s the
one who could have been your master huh,” Jango stared at him,
frowning a bit. “Doesn’t seem so bad for a Jedi.” He wrinkled
his nose after saying that, as if he smelt something unpleasant.

“Not right now
no,” Obi-Wan agreed quietly, feeling the other tighten his grasp on
Obi-Wan. “But he was a different man once, not the one we see right
now. Time has changed him from the broken man he was when I was a
youngling myself. I don’t know if my life would have been better
with him…but I know it would have been lonelier.” He pressed his
hand over Jango’s, letting out a deep breath.

Jango rumbled
deeply but said nothing, both more comfortable in expressing those
emotions when it was just the two to hear it or maybe when Boba was
around. “For what its worth,” Jango nosed lightly at his hair.
“I’m grateful this is your life.” He murmured quietly into
Obi-Wan’s ear.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan
nodded. “I’m grateful too Jango, that you choose to remain in
it.” He sent him a small smile, ready to just bask in the sensation
of having made it this far.

Now they just had
to make it past the Sith and Senate.