#jango fett come get yo boy

[minniethemoocherda]

Sins of the Past: Child Support

Summery:  A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter, Hunter asks Omega if she would like to meet their father. 

A/N:  Hi! Sorry I haven't updated this fic as often as I intended. But I hope this new chapter makes up for it! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

Jango had surprisingly agreed to the child support without any fuss. Getting proof of the backlog that the man owed to Ninety-Nine would've been near impossible, without the help of Hera's Mum Elani who had offered her skills as a lawyer

Jango had even offered up some of the money needed for Tech to go to college if he so wished. Hunter knew that Jango had done well enough when Rex and and rest of his half brothers had grown up under his roof, but they'd never been rich. So how and where Jango had gotten a hold that much money in the time since he'd ran off, Hunter had no idea and frankly wasn't sure if he wanted to. At the end of the day, if it could be used to give his siblings the future they deserved, he didn't care where it had come from.

At least that was what Hunter kept telling himself anyways.

Hunter had been of half a mind to halt his pursuit of support when Elani told him that if Jango paid up then then the man would in all likelihood be allowed visitation rights to Omega.

Hunter was under no illusions that Jango had been a shit Dad to to him and his brothers, both half and full. A part of him wanted to shield Omega away from him forever, child support be damned. But he couldn't deny that whatever her had been to them, Jango had clearly been a good father to Boba. Maybe he really had changed.

Plus, growing up, all Hunter had ever wanted was to meet his Dad. Sometimes even imagining that he would be the one to eventually rescue them. Of course that was before he realised what a piece of shit Jango was. Still, he would hate himself if were to deny Omega the dream he'd never had.

Which was why they were currently at Dex's diner.

Cody had introudced them to the place after learning from it through Obi-Wan of course, who himself knew Dex through Qui-Gon (and Hunter was pretty sure Dex used to be Qui-Gon's dealer).

The diner was relatively quiet for a Thursday evening and the pair were currently situated in the corner both in the back.  

Omega was happily munching away on Dex's infamous burgers of mystery meat between sips of her knickerbocker glory milkshake.

"Careful." Hunter chastised gently as she spilled sauce on her shirt.

Omega pretended to bat Hunter's hand away as he dabbed the dollop off her t-shirt with a napkin.

It one of her favourite shirts. It was also a hand-me-down from Wrecker that was ten sizes too big for her. As Hunter leaned back to check he had missed a spot, he realised that her jacket which Hunter had only bought at the start of the school year, was already too short on her rapidly growing body.

Compared to the sterile white gowns Nala made them war, the second hand clothes Ninety-Nine had given the boys When they'd come to live with them had made them feel like royalty. Until the other kids at school had beat the feeling out of them.

All Hunter wanted was for Omega to not have to go through all the shit that they had.

So before he could talk himself out of it, Hunter opened his big mouth.

"Omega I need to tell you something."

Omega froze. She'd just been about to take another sip of her milkshake but there must've been something in Hunter's tone that gave away that it was something serious.

"Do you remember how I once told you that Jango Fett was our father?" Hunter continued.

Omega nodded, her brow creased in confusion.

"Well, he reached out to me. He wants to meet you. Properly."

"Oh." Was all Omega said in reply. It wasn't negative, it wasn't positive just an oh. Hunter wasn't sure what to make of her reaction so he just ploughed ahead.

"Yeah. He wants to chance to get to know you. You guys can talk and I'm sure he'll take you to all sorts of fun days out. You can even stay the night at his if you want?"

Omega went impossibly still. Her back as straight as a ruler and her hands posed around her drink like a doll.

"Of course if you don't want to met him at all that's okay too! I won't let him within an inch of you if that's what you want!" Hunter word vomited, in his panic that he'd upset her.

Omega didn't say a word for what could've only been a minute but felt like an hour.

"Do you not want me anymore?"

Her voice was so small that even in their quiet seclusion, Hunter wasn't sure if he had heard her. But what he did hear broke his heart.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you asked if I wanted to stay with Jango."

Hunter fought back a sigh. He knew he'd screw this up. Crosshair had told him that even entertaining the idea of Jango seeing her was a colossal fuck up in the first place. And even Echo had warned him, albeit in a more gentle manner that he should be wary of what Omega's reaction could be.

Having failed to heed his words before, Hunter took Echo's thoughts into action now, placing an arm around Omega so that he could hold her in a one armed hug, but loose enough so that she could leave if she wanted. A move he had seen Echo use many times before.

"Omega, of course I want you to stay with us. But I love you. Which means that what I want more than anything else in this world, is for you to be happy. So whatever decision you make will bring me happiness."

After a moment, a felt Omega lean into the hug beside him. Her blond hair tickling his chin as she lay her head on his shoulder.

"I... I think I'd like to meet him, if that's alright?" She asked, tilting her head so that he could see the glimmer of hope and uncertainty in her familiar brown eyes.

"Yeah, that's alright." Hunter told her, stroking a hand through her hair.

"And I can change my mind?"

"Any time you want."

"And I can get an oreo brownie for desert?" Omega asked, a sneaky smile returning to her face.

As usual Hunter allowed himself to be wrapped around her little finger.

"Just this once."

He called for Dex over her cheers of glee to bring them a round of chocolate sundaes. As Omega wolfed hers down the smile now fully returned to her face, Hunter wonder whether or not he'd made the right choice.

[jessescoldbrew]

this series boutta have me acting some type of way

see y’all on dec 29th

[happytroopers]

Boba Fett season finale shit post

Spoilers below. Obviously.

Rip hot twilek your 6 minutes of screen time will be duly forgotten

WAIT THEY KILLED MAX REBO

Fuck the Pykes man

I can tolerate space drug trade but I draw the line at killing renowned jizz musicians

God Fennec Boba and Din in one shot now there’s a sandwich I wanna be in

Many thoughts and yet none at all just sin

Not them trying to redeem the mayor

“I have an idea to draw Fett out.” I’m sending g that there’s the inspo for a new WAVE of self insert fanfic

XWINF

Luke coming to help his boy toy???

The child????

YEP

That’s artooie:)))

THE BABY

Wait can he drive

Me and PELI are on the same page

HES SO TINY

BRIGHT EYES

R2 s like we’re on a SCHEDULE

ME TOO PELI ITS A TERRILBE NAME

WAIT DID BE CHOOSE THE SRMOR

Is he dropping out of Jedi school

If so I’m gonna have to start kinning baby Yoda

Goth Wookiee :)

Someone’s gonna sneak up on them

Din stop being so sexy

God boba in his armor is so sexy

This is the showdown we wanted in clone wars

Star Wars-issficstion of southern idioms

Ok but two of them are wearing beskar and u are not

Boba said “no 💖🖕”

Why do I feel like fennec is gonna take the brunt of this

Fennec being the sexy voice of reason as always

“Ur going soft in ur old age” as if Bane isn’t fucking ancient

I love my little beuqacratic wiggler

Yep just as I fucking thought

NOT GOTH WOOKIE

I don’t appreciate them ripping my found family trope to pieces

So that augmented eye is very helpful to his aim huh

Not the water waste

God I love her

SHES SO SEXY

Lil punk said lesbian panic!!!

The only woman I would call Mommy

The last time Din got trapped in a blown out bar, it didn’t go well

We love a loyal bestie

More self insert inspo “I’m with you til we both fall”

WIGGLER SAYS I DONT WANNA DIE HERE

NOT THE EDUCATION ELITISM

He said I’m not afraid to pathetic

Is he not gonna read that first

What if it just said “fuck u losers”

Yay space slurs!!!!

Pls be inappropriate

“Nothing 💖”

Creative writing king! He wrote that so fast

Jet pack hotties

INLOVE THE KNEE BLASTERS

THE SLUT TURN DIN J LOVE U

Overkill a lil boys???

DIN WHY ARE TOUSING HR UNARMORED HANDS RO GAUARD UR BESKAR HELMETED HEAD

Awww yay :)

Can y’all imagine like living in this part of town??? Just like, trying to get brunch, and this shit happening.

No the moped!!!!

YES CITY FOLK COUNTRY FOLK FISCORS

Disapproved dad says save it

GOTH WOOKIE

Din’s thighs :)

Oh no

Hey maybe we should start shooting now

Yes start shooting now that they put their RAY SHIELDS up

Ahhhh clone wars nostalgia

Goth WOOKIE said show off

Well that was a waste of a missile

Quick mafs

“You’ve run out of friends” me too boba

God I love this man

Both of them actually

Hey maybe let’s not just run in a mobbed straight line guys????

There is one droid chasing you and approx 60 of y’all

Slutty lil spin there

Din is so fast ????

FHE HAMMER TBDKW

Bonk !!!

She’s gonna show that baby and dins gonna be like “YOU BROUGHT MY SON INTO A BATTLE ZONE????”

I fight usually leads to dying

They’re in love

THE IMMEDJATE FARHER PANJC

FBE HUG ONG Y’ALL IM CRYING

HES SK HAPLY TENDER AND SOFT I LOVE HIM

Fave dilf

HE CAUGHT HIM

Not the tooth!!!

YES YES YES YES YES

Zillow beast vibes

Boba lemme sit on ur lap while you ride

NO NO NO

ok that was hot

Remisnent if genonosis Kenobi

YES BABY DO UR THINK PROTECT HR DAD

ARE U OK

Boba u are so hot

They’re in LOVE

But fr fr city x country makes the best pairing

Imagine if that was ur house

Boba I demand reparations

Who is the lil pretty boy we keep seeing

NO BO NO NO NO

Not mysmotinal support space beast!!!!

They’re gonna date!!!!

Wiggler x PELI!!!!

YES INWAS WAITJNF DOR ONE OF THEM TO GET EATEN

I doubt they’ll kill off Bane. But liek…. What if they did

Also that’s ANOTHER problem for the city

HOODLUMS

HEY YO

Mmmm Jango ment

Just grab his little face tubes

YES STICK STUCK STUCK

Oh maybe they will kill him

Makes since tho he’s like OLD OLD

He’s wAs old in Clone Wars

Oh nvm he’s def not dead

STOP SOOTING HIM

Ok now for a King Kong parallel

NO NOT THE BALL

ok that was hot Din

NO NO NO NO

KID

HIM LITTLE WADDLE

HIS EARS

HIS EYES

How to train ur dragon parrlell

CLONE WARS KENOBJ PARALLELL

HIM LITTLE HANDS

NAP BUDDIES

Found my new screen saver

Yay decaptiated heads are back!!!

They should hire a tourism director

YES FENNEC FUCK IT UP

So sneaky :)

NOT THE REN FAIR MUSIC

Rip to the ham guards

THE TAPS

truly encapsulated what having a toddler is like

I LOVE THEM

Is there an end credit scene

Just realized that in the choral grunting they’re saying Fett- I’m an idiot

Yep end credit scene

I swear if it’s bane

COBBY BOY

Boba quit modifying ppl without their consent!!!

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Aliit ori'shya tal'din Epilogue

Jango Fett x reader

Word Count: 1085

Summary: At last . . . my love has come along . . .

Note: Boba died to that sarlacc pit. Not Mandalorian compliant.

For years, Jango had wandered the galaxy as a spirit. Upon his death, his attachment to the clones, his sons, kept him tethered, doomed to invisibly watch their lives while unable to help them.

During the Clone Wars, Jango had found that many shared traits with him. Their loyalty to their assigned Jetii--much as Jango despised them--, their tenacity in battle, their gentle souls when not on the battlefield. Truly, they were his sons through and through. And yours. They were your boys too in ways. The oldest group, the ones he’d trained, told their little brothers the stories he’d shared about you, the woman who was their mother. You’d become a symbol of hope to them in spite of the fact that they’d never met you.

But one by one he’d had to watch them all die until that cursed Order 66. That Order may not have immediately killed their bodies, but it sure as shit crushed their souls. The handful that were able to shake the programming were the only ones that lived long enough to recover. Not too long after that, there was only one left. Boba. The one who’d kept his family name and armor all these years, keeping the old way alive even if he had to work for the empire to survive. Jango couldn’t find it within himself to be angry about that. The boy was a survivor, after all. And the money was good while it lasted.

And then even Boba passed. And Jango was finally free, free to join his family in whatever afterlife awaited him.

But first he allowed himself to rest and watch Tatooine’s twin suns set and rise and set again while he contemplated all he’d seen, what’d become of the galaxy in the years he’d haunted it. His people were truly gone now; the last bunch of Mandalorians that followed the ancient culture (and weren’t fanatics about it) were gone. What hurt his heart most about that was that Jango knew history wouldn’t even remember it thaht way. The galaxy would remember Death Watch and the Pacifists that butchered their culture but not the warrior people with honor that completed contracts at all costs.

A voice almost identical to his own pulled him from his thoughts, “Yo just going to stand there forever, buir?”

He turned, smile forming on his face as he recognized the blond before him. “Rex,” he breathed.

The man looked younger than when he died, and he was clad in his old armor, helmet clipped to the belt. “We’ve been waiting for you, you know.”

“You have?”

“The boys and I always knew you were watchin’ over us,” Rex explained simply. “But what I don’t get is why you’ve kept your wife waiting.”

Jango chuckled. “You’ve finally met her?”

“We all have,” he replied, amusement coloring his tone, “and she’s every bit as amazing as the stories said.”

“And she’s told all of you plenty of embarrassing things about me, I assume?”

“Naturally. Now come one. She was getting impatient when I left; I can’t imagine how she is now.”

~

He should have known. It was a beach that greeted his arrival into the afterlife, a perfect copy of that place you’d loved so much so long ago only now it was surrounded on all sides but oceanfront by other houses. Those belonged to his sons, he’d wager. And there was a bonfire with a few familiar faces gathered around it waiting for Jango’s arrival. Fives, Wolffe, Cody, and Echo sat on various logs. But most importantly you were there in the middle of them.

Not for long, though. As soon as your eyes met Jango’s, you were up and sprinting towards him. His arms locked around your body as you tackled him in a hug.

Silence hun heavily around the two of you, the small group of clones anxious about how this reunion would turn out.

Eventually, you leaned back to say, “What took you so long, asshole?”

Everyone--including Jango--bursed into laughter at that.

“All hese years, and that’s the first thing you say to me?” he questioned. “I had to watch out for them.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine, but also not what I’m talking about,” you rolled your eyes. “It’s been days!”

“Two days, sweetheart.”

“Exactly! And you haven’t even kissed me yet!”

“Yeah, Dad!” Fives called out. “Why haven’t you kissed her yet?!” The clone snickered as Cody reached over to slap the back of his head.

Now Jango was the one who rolled his eyes, but nevertheless  he leaned down to seal his lips against yours.

A cacophony of cheers and wolf-whistles went up around the two of you until you parted.

“Now that’s more like it,” you panted, breath having been thoroughly stolen by your husband. Linking your hands with his, you asked, “Okay. Where’s my youngest?”

“He wanted to make his own way here,” Wolffe replied.

“And he has,” a new voice chimed in from the far side of the fire.

When he stepped closer, there was a moment where Boba and Jango sized each other up.

“Love the paint job,” Jango offered stiffly, heart firmly planted in his throat.

“Thought you might,” Boba replied with a small smirk. “You know. Since you hated the chrome.”

“I’m going to hug you now.”

“Okay, Dad.”

The embrace that followed was every bit was tight as the one Jango had shared with you, but it was shorter. When he turned back to face you, he saw that you had tears streaming down your face. “You alright?”

“The family’s all here,” you said thickly. “At last.”

“Well in that case: Boba, this is your mother.”

The boy--no, man could only walk over and repeat the hug he’d just shared with Jango.

While your arms were thrown around Boba’s shoulders and you were standing on your toes to be a comfortable height to hold him, Jango could just barely hear you murmur, “I’m so proud of you,” next to Boba’s ear.

No one commented when Boba hid his face in your shoulder to hide the tears that fell upon hearing those words.

You met Jango’s gaze over your youngest’s shoulder and gave him a watery smile. “We did good, Jango,” you told him. “These are our people; these are our sons, our boys through and through.”

“Here, here!” Rex cheered in a call that was immediately echoed by everyone present.

Yeah, Jango agreed silently. We might not have been there, but they sure did turn out good.