#myango

[thecollectibles]

Art by myango

[ironhoshi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"And when do we get to see your lovers?"

His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn't rise to the clear bait.

"They are in some meeting right now....and the rest of the day." Best to just go with the flow, not protest. Protesting the lovers comment would only lead to more teasing. Obi-Wan motioned for Aayla to follow him as he talked. "They are expecting us all for dinner. I must warn you," he glanced at Quin, "they will most likely pay more attention to Aayla than you." A small hand grabbed his suddenly, causing him to blink in surprise. He glanced down at the girl and was greeted with a warm smile. That wasn't exactly what he had meant with his hand motion, but it was fine. He had wanted to show her the rest of the room, which could wait just a moment. There was plenty of time to show her her new home. He smiled down at her. Maybe she'd like to visit the library or the garden next?

Actually, he realized, he had no idea what she liked.

Quin had never mentioned.

"That's fine. Aayla deserves to be spoiled, despite what the old folks think." Old folks? Oh, he must mean the Council. Obi-Wan's lips twitched with amusement. So disrespectful and warranted.

[its-captain-sir]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Myles hums, digging through his basket.

"I should resign."

That gains him a snort from his cyare. "You care too much about everyone here to ever do that," he chides, poking Jango with the toe of his boot and not convinced by his act in the slightest.

Jango sits up, twisting once to crack his back, and leans his head up against Myles' knee. "You're no fun, you know that?" he grumbles. "You don't even let me fake complain to you."

Hey myango fans I got something for you :)

[forcesensitivebantha]

Oh Jango/Myles???? I never even thought about that, but now I'm very intrigued. If you'd like, this is an open invitation to talk about it in a lil more detail!

anon you have no idea what you have just unleashed.

let me just. okay. So you've got Jango Fett, right? He's eight, and recently orphaned. No parents, no sister, and everything he had, has been burnt to the ground. Now suddenly he's been adopted by the mand'alor Jaster Mereel, and killed someone by his own hand. So his world has both been destroyed and turned upside down.

And you've got Myles, who I figure is give or take a few months, the same age as Jango, who's been raised by one of the Ha'at Mando'ade for two years, also an orphan.

So now you have two eight year old boys with trauma in common and also a whole hell of a lot of time on their hands. They're going to get up to some Shennagins.

And of course, you don't get little kids falling in love right away. Sure there's the first/second/third grade boyfriends and girlfriends, but they're really just someone you hold hands with and share fruit snacks, and Myles and Jango have already been doing that. So when they're like. Idk, 12? 13? You have them going "hey what the fuck is romance" and two bros trying to be eachothers wingman.

It ends poorly for both of them, notably Jango's second girlfriend dumping him because she felt like the third wheel when Myles and Jango hung out.

All in all in my head they start dating at like. 19-20. And they're Very Happy and sweet, but they also are still best friends so you get that "whoever kills more enemies doesn't have to do dishes tonight" kind of mentality.

Just. Myles/Jango (or myango as ive taken to calling it) is SO good. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[thecollectibles]

Art by myango

[ironhoshi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"I see you managed to return without problem," he finally said to the Jetii at the table. He forced his gaze towards the man, trying to stop his obvious staring at Ben. Quin merely gave a shrug and a smirk. That knowing look let him know he had been caught ogling. Well, that was fine, he wasn't ashamed.

"He gave Master Windu a massive headache," Aayla piped up helpfully. Jango wasn't sure why that was important information, but Ben got the strangest little smirk on his face, clearly pleased.

"But it got you as my Padawan early, didn't it?" Quinlan pointed his spork at the young Twi'lek. She merely made a face at him and leaned hard into Ben's side. Possessive. The man blinked in confusion, but promptly put his arm around her. Jango stole a glance with Myles and did nothing to hide his victorious grin. Ben would be an excellent buir.

[ironhoshi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"I'm here. I just…it was quiet," he finally said awkwardly. "And I guess I missed you." Then it happened. A distant sound. A faraway honk that he knew had escaped from Jango slipped through the call. His eyes widened. "...Myles."

"Yes, cyar'ika?" Forced innocence. He could picture the amused look on Myles' face perfectly.

"...are you in a meeting?"

Laughter was his response.

He did the only logical thing, he disconnected the call. How many people had heard his faint confession of loneliness? That was beyond embarrassing. Hopefully, it was just Jango, but judging from the time of day, well, it had probably been a roomful of advisors. Great. What was wrong with him? He slumped against the counter, head buried in his arms, and wondered if maybe he was coming down with something. That would explain why he felt so off, right? That thought plagued him until he returned home at the end of the day. It wasn’t until he was standing in the doorway of the Mand’alor’s bedroom that he really realized what he had thought of this place. He pressed a hand against the doorframe while he covered his face with his other hand. Gaze unfocused.

[ironhoshi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Okay, but what happened to that fancy mask?" Quin rolled over onto his stomach and fixed his friend with a look. Actually, hadn't the other been wearing a vest when he left earlier? Obi glanced at him, eyes wide, and then he saw it. His mouth fell open in surprise. His sweet, innocent pirate had a love bite! "I think I know why that violet is smeared on your face," he practically sang out.

There was a beat of silence while Obes seemed to take a moment to catch up to his remark. Someone was highly distracted! He burst out laughing when a rude gesture was thrown his way finally. That laughter only grew while articles of clothing were shucked off with a sort of hurried motivation. Obi-Wan yanked on a far less fancy tunic, eyeliner smudging further in his haste.

"Wait, where are your boots?"