Star Wars Oneshots

I'm here, cyare (JO)

A/N: some domestic jangobi fluff because i am needing it. TW for nightmares and implied not eating and minor self-harm

Jango's Point of View

Jango was so captivated by Obi-Wan's lips moving rhythmically upside down, he didn't even realize the ginger was talking. He blinked out of his daze and stared up at Obi-Wan from the floor.

"What was that, cyare?" Jango asked, and Obi-Wan's mouth curved into a lazy smile. 

"Nothing, darling. Just relax." So Jango let his eyes slide closed as Obi-Wan combed and brushed his hair. It felt so nice when people touched it, he didn't even mind that Obi was putting tiny braids in sections of it.

His bliss carried him through the next few minutes or hours, until he found himself being shaken awake gently. "Darling, it's not even seven yet," Obi-Wan teased. "Can't have you snoozing on me."

Though Jango would like nothing more to keep lolling on the floor, he stood slowly and sat on the couch with Obi-Wan, who leaned into him.

"How was your day?" Jango asked quietly, turning his head so his lips just brushed Obi-Wan's ear.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Very long." They sat there for a moment. Then Obi-Wan asked, "Hold me?"

"Of course, cyare," Jango smiled, and shifted so he could hold Obi-Wan's small frame close to him. He tugged a soft, knitted blanket over them, to keep the winter chill out.

Eventually, Obi-Wan's breathing began to slow, and Jango let out an unconscious sigh of relief.

After Jango had figured out about the nightmares, and neglecting meals, and that Obi-wan was putting literally everyone's needs before his own, he'd requested medical leave for the general, backed by Healer Che. This was the first day since that Jango had work to do, but still, he'd gotten back home as early as he could.

He'd made a filling dinner with all sorts of roasted vegetables, rice, soft egg, and an extra-spicy sauce. Then Obi-Wan had said that he wanted to do something for Jango, who requested a head rub. And now, Obi-Wan was asleep on his chest, beginning to shake.

Jango knew this was another nightmare, and Obi-Wan had said the best way to wake him up was to shake him, and if that didn't work, put cold water on his face.

Jango decided to skip straight to that step and ran one calloused hand over the outside of his cold glass on the coffee table, collecting condensation. He swiped his fingers across Obi-Wan's forehead, and his eyelids fluttered open.

Jango helped to shift them into a sitting position and draped the blanket over Obi-Wan's shoulders. "Hey. You're back." 

Obi-Wan gave a small smile in return, as if to reassure Jango. But his eyes slid closed again, and his face scrunched for the briefest of seconds.

"I'm here, cyare. Right here."

And Obi-Wan broke.

The tears flowed freely from under his eyelids, and his shoulders shook with silent sobs. He was holding back, and Jango knew that this was due to years of conditioning by the Jedi.

He put one hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, which seemed to be regaining some muscle. Jango stayed silent, offering his presence, warm and solid and real.

Obi-Wan clenched his fingers into fists, and Jango put his free hand gently onto Obi-Wan's, suggesting with his fingers that Obi-Wan stop. When he released his grip, the crescents dug into his hands were pink, but hadn't broken the skin.

Jango tucked a stray piece of hair behind Obi-Wan's ear. "Please take care of yourself," he whispered, and Obi-Wan leaned back against the couch.

"There's stuff in my head that I can't get out," Obi-Wan said, the words mixing together as he talked.

"What kind of stuff?" Jango asked, his grip on Obi's shoulder tightening subconsciously.

"Images, thoughts, voices telling me to do things." Obi-Wan started shaking more violently than before. "Things I don't want to do."

"Like what?" Jango asked, careful to keep his tone neutral.

"I can't say it." Obi-Wan shook his head.

Jango exhaled. "That's okay, that's fine."

"I want to go back to bed now," Obi-Wan said, opening his eyes for the first time since he'd started crying. His eyes were red, and the tear tracks were drying on his face.

"Do you want to stay here, or should I carry you to our bed?"

"Bed, please," Obi-Wan mumbled, and Jango picked him up. Obi buried his face in Jango's neck, something that reminded him of what a little kid would do as Jango walked them to their bedroom.

He placed Obi-Wan on the bed and tugged the covers over him. "I'll be in bed in a moment, okay?" Obi-Wan nodded acknowledgement. 

Jango left the room and realized, a little belatedly, that he should have asked Obi-Wan if he wanted any tea. Ah well, Obi-Wan was probably already asleep. He deserved it, after everything.

When Jango was in his sleepclothes, he went back to Obi-Wan and laid down.

"Are you going to be okay?" Jango asked, which was probably a stupid question.

"I will be," Obi-Wan replied, and fell into a fitful sleep.