So, can we see Qui-Gon and Anakin interacting in worried alpha father? Does Qui approve any more of Ani after he controlled himself during Obi’s heat?

The
most obvious change people notice when the trio returns to the temple
is the tentative approval the protective Maverick now seems to have
in regards to the temple’s own Chosen
One
when it comes to the Sith slayer.

The
potential relationship between the two former had made the gossip
even juicier after all and the moment change had come, everyone knew
of
course.

Especially
since Qui-Gon was very known for his protective tendencies when it
came to his sweet smelling omega kit.

Some
would argue that Qui-Gon’s tendencies bordered on attachment while
others would argue the fact that the master had developed them after
laying on the cold, durasteel ground while his padawan had fought a
Sith, unable to help young Kenobi.

Regardless
where the instincts came from or why, it didn’t change the
tentative approval people could see as Qui-Gon no longer bull rushed
to interrupt any conversation between the pair and Anakin had
transformed from panicking each time he saw the master to quietly
bowing his head and welcoming him to the conversation too without any
signs of worry.

Obi-Wan
of course seemed as oblivious as always, smiling happily up at both
alpha with joy on his face before engaging them both in whatever
conversation was going on or going with his master if the man had
come to fetch him for some reason.

Some
of the more malicious age mates of Obi-Wan of course whispered
quietly that the omega had already fucked Skywalker, the omega having
come back to the temple sweet smelling after a transport ship had
broken down and therefore Qui-Gon no longer cared to protect the
‘virtue’ of his kit.

Those
were of course silenced the moment Qui-Gon had heard it, the man
going hard
at it in the salle with Obi-Wan at his side, the padawan following
his master lead in giving a few good trashing when Qui-Gon had
invited said age mates for a ‘friendly’ sparring match.

As
a point.

Because
he engaged the knight duo in a fairly vicious duel, his breathing
barely flustered as he instructed his padawan loudly through the best
way to deal with haughty and rude alphas, the young man bouncing from
pose to pose as he parried each thrust and slash with Qui-Gon going
full throttle and power against the knight duo.

And
to their surprise, Obi-Wan had not followed his master in the ataru
but had fought the knights into exhaustion.

Fast,
bouncing from foot to foot, easy jumps and defense they couldn’t
penetrate with Qui-Gon taking them off guard with his massive bulk
moving as easily as a crouching tiger and tearing through their
defenses that Obi-Wan would follow through with his own defensive
movements that kept his larger master safe in the moment.

One
aggressive attacker with a defensive one, making a good duo that
would break apart another team and yet protect themselves at the same
time.

Skywalker
had whooped in the crowds watching, grinning happily at a flustered
Obi-Wan before eagerly jumping the fence and scurrying up to the
omega, loudly complimenting his developing skills in soresu when the
two had won on the sparring mat, his attention solely on Obi-Wan with
his scent turning clearly interested and focused..

Qui-Gon
hadn’t even spared them a look, only continued to stare down the
beaten knight duo.

He
wasn’t even using his alpha aura on them, was just quietly standing
there… looming, blue eyes narrowed and focused.

Intent
and intense.

The
pair had escaped afterward, both of them wheezing about how Skywalker
had managed to hold up under that gaze.

It
was a dangerous gaze of a man who was comfortable in his own skin and
his skills and had no issue exercising the confidence he carried like
a cloak around his shoulders.

Qui-Gon
Jinn was perhaps one of the mellowest of alpha’s people had the
pleasure to be around.

Until
you threatened or made a mockery of his padawan.

Then
people learned that under that thin veneer of a mellow alpha, was the
alpha that would quite happily throw you through a wall in defense of
his kit.

And
he would do so while grinning joyfully at his padawan and telling him
how to eviscerate alphas, physically or verbally, sharing the
knowledge the man had picked up through the ages.

Point,
set… match for anyone who dared to speak down at Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon
Jinn’s hearing range.

Padawan Obi-Wan presenting/going into his first heat in the middle of one of his Padawan classes and being too embarrassed to say anything until somebody notices and asks him if he’s okay

Padawan
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a sixteen year old padawan.

And
he was utterly miserable at the current moment as he sat in nav
class, trying to focus on the lesson that Master Shaak had stepped in
to cover for their unlucky master Frigg, the poor lady coming down
with a nasty case of mate separation as Urudo, her omega mate, had
been gone longer than she should be.

The
issue however Obi-Wan wasn’t quite sure of though Qui-Gon had noted
that Obi-Wan looked rather pale and a bit fevered this morning as
Obi-Wan reluctantly nibbled on some toast.

Maybe
he was coming down with something, he
had to admit he was aching in his muscles so maybe he was coming down
with a cold or something.

And
then he felt something trickle, a sliding sensation from his arse and
oh no.

No
this wasn’t happening.

This
couldn’t
be happening.

Obi-Wan
felt himself pale and flush at the same time, his hands clenching
into fists on his keyboard as
realization hit him like a shuttle bus.

He
couldn’t karking be presenting in class
and certainly not as and omega,
he was suppose to turn into a beta!

That
was what the healers had theorized and projected, that Obi-Wan’s
very slow and late presentation meant that his body just didn’t
have the hormones necessary to become either an omega or an alpha and
all examinations up until this point, embarrassing as they had been,
hadn’t shown the developments in either directions.

But
it was undeniable.

Obi-Wan
was producing a minor amount of slick, as only omegas did. The first
time heat, the one that wasn’t suppose to attract any alphas though
occasionally did, the one to inform the omega of what they were and
that it was time to prepare and take precautions.

And
Obi-Wan was in class,
he was presenting in class,
in front of everyone and he couldn’t bring himself to call for
Master Shaak, couldn’t bring himself to do anything except sit
there in mortification and shame.

Because
Obi-Wan wasn’t suppose to present like this.

“Padawan
Kenobi?” A warm, gentle hand rested on his shoulder and Obi-Wan had
to resist the urge to bite it because his instincts were telling him
to run with that touch and he looked up at master Shaak with wide
eyes, trembling faintly. “Are you alright?” She murmured, her
brows furrowed slightly and her lekkus twitching faintly.

Her
words brought everyone else attention on him, everyone staring at him
curiously and suddenly Obi-Wan regretted sitting in the back off the
classroom.

Shaking,
Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to shut it, his teeth clicking, when
master’s Shaak’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh dear, that…
padawan Kenobi, I’ll call your master to escort you back to your
quarters.” She stated sternly, reaching for her comm.

Swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue only to shut up when she
held up her hand.

“This
is standard procedure padawan Kenobi, omegas first presentation are
not to wander the halls alone in case any alpha’s get… ideas.”
Shaak assured even as Obi-Wan took notice of the other padawans
whispering behind their hands to each other, their eyes wide and some
were starting to discreetly sniff at the air.

The
scent wouldn’t have reached them yet, this was Obi-Wan’s first
time, he wasn’t in the thrall of it yet and this was only the
warning scent to send omegas to their nest and find their mates if
they already had them.

But
even Jedi alphas sometimes got… ideas as Shaak hinted at.

And
so Obi-Wan waited, sinking down in his chair with his face burning as
Shaak had called for Master Qui-Gon, their bond flashing with alarm
when the man got informed and that just made Obi-Wan burn even more.

It
didn’t get any better when the man literally ran into the room,
wild eyes scanning the room before landing on Obi-Wan. Without
stopping to listen to master Shaak, Qui-Gon crossed the room in four
long strides and threw his robe around Obi-Wan, swaddling him in the
protective alpha scent before lifting his padawan up and grabbing the
bag with the holopads to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you master
Shaak, your message has been received and I shall inform the healers.
Thank you and may the Force be with you.” Qui-Gon said briskly,
already heading out the door with the wrapped up Obi-Wan in his arms.

The
man didn’t pause, walking at a near run pace to get Obi-Wan away
from the classroom and with a quiet whine, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms
around his master’s neck to press his face into his shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry.” He whispered against the skin, suppressing the
desire to sob. He wasn’t a child regardless how shocked and upset
he was.

“Shhh,”
Qui-Gon’s tone softened, his arms squeezing Obi-Wan carefully.
“It’s alright padawan, it’s going to be alright kiddo. We’ll
get you to our quarters and have you bundled away in your room.”
The man promised, the deep rumble of his voice soothing despite
Obi-Wan’s distress.

Clinging
to his mentor, Obi-Wan let himself cry quiet tears, knowing Qui-Gon
would do nothing to embarrass him at this moment, the alpha oozing
protectiveness for his cub.

Pls pls pls continue Sith And Jedi. You mentioned something about the incident with the Duchess of Mandalore?

Arm
around the others waist as they watched the troopers scurry about to
prepare for battle since they had tracked Palpatine’s droids to
Ryloth, Cody frowned a bit before looking at his Jedi. “What
happened with the Duchess?” He asked, semi reluctant but curious,
he
had been curious since the moment Vos had let it slip on their date a
week ago but hadn’t quite summoned up the courage to ask yet.
The commander grew a bit worried however
when he noticed Sith lord Jinn stilling where he was working on a
terminal, large hands pausing on the keyboard.

The
question however sent Obi-Wan jumping, turning his head to blink at
Cody. “I, what? Where did you hear about Satine?” He blinked
before groaning. “The date, Quinlan’s
big karking mouth…”
He pinched his nose bridge with
gloved fingertips,
looking like he was getting a headache
from frustration
as the wind ruffled at his hair, the
forest creaking almost ominously behind them.

Squeezing
the others waist in
assurance,
Cody frowned deeply with
his
burgeoning worry.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but yeah, I
could kind of hear you scolding him from the distance and…” Well
Cody had been wondering.

The
fact that the Duchess Satine Kryze had caused the Sith to be
protective over Obi-Wan to the point they were most members were
watchful was…worrying.

Breathing
out through his nose, Obi-Wan dredged up a faint smile. “No, it is
alright. You’d hear it eventually anyhow.” He sighed deeply and
then tugged Cody with him towards the forest
line, giving them some
privacy
from
the rest of the troopers and
getting the redhead out of the sun though Cody took notice of the
awkward expression the other had.

For
a long moment Obi-Wan just stood there, staring at Cody’s feet
before tugging him closer and nuzzling.

Recognizing
the search for comfort and assurance that
Obi-Wan wasn’t always able to verbally ask for,
Cody instantly wrapped his arms around the other and pulled his Jedi
close, rubbing his back. “Hey, I promise I won’t be upset,
jealous or offended. I knew you were dating before I even existed.”
He soothed the
other.
Honestly
it was only logic that Obi-Wan would have dated someone else before
the troopers were ever created.

Obi-Wan
huffed into his pauldron but nodded firmly,
pulling back a bit to press a chaste kiss to Cody’s lips. “It’s
not really a long story. Satine is a very lovely woman and we… well
we loved each other honestly,” He confessed quietly and despite his
assurance of no jealousy, Cody felt a small sour spike in his
stomach. “But Satine and I were young when we meet and she and her
advisors knew that as a Jedi, even
a very young one,
my word held sway, especially since I had a Sith master who would
pretty much go ape shit if something happened to me or would try to
make me happy by finishing a war on his own,” He smiled bitterly.
“To this day I’m more certain it was the pressure of civil war
and her avisors pressing her that made her do it but she tried to
take advantage of my youthful
naivety
and Jedi status for more support to
her cause, using my name and closeness to her
and… well…” He glanced away.

And
it had hurt, Obi-Wan didn’t need to say it but Cody could see the
pain in the others eyes as he carefully gathered Obi-Wan to him while
mentally cursing out his armor. Normally his armor made him feel
quite relaxed but right now he wished he was in his civvies to pull
Obi-Wan to him and keep him warm.

The
Jedi however didn’t care about the armor and just settled his face
in Cody’s neck, nuzzling into it to hide away with
his warm breath moistening the dusky dark skin that all troopers had.

“…Well,
only thing I’m after is a kiss if
you’d give me one.
No galactic favors, governmental
upheavals
or planet changes.” Cody tried to tease, to lighten
the mood and grinned when he felt the other snort into his neck with his arms settling around the commander’s waist.
Obi-Wan lifted his head and grinned wryly at him before pressing a
soft kiss to his cheek.

“Like
that?” He asked cheekily, hair becoming windswept as the planet
seemed to be going through a weather change, darkening
clouds rolling in slowly over the camp as the troopers rushed about a
bit quicker to get the tents up.

“Hmm
no, more like this.” Cody leaned in, stealing the others lips in a
deeper kiss, absently noting Jinn’s relaxed position, the Sith once
more typing away.

Hey,
that was as close to approval as Cody figured he’d get.

A
Sith trusting him with their Jedi charge though
he still wasn’t happy the two had gone with the shovel talk as it
was called and was grateful Obi-Wan didn’t approve either.

And
then Cody was much more occupied with Obi-Wan’s lips and the minor
taste of tea and minty lipbalm.

Pls pls pls continue Sith And Jedi. You mentioned something about the incident with the Duchess of Mandalore?

Arm
around the others waist as they watched the troopers scurry about to
prepare for battle since they had tracked Palpatine’s droids to
Ryloth, Cody frowned a bit before looking at his Jedi. “What
happened with the Duchess?” He asked, semi reluctant but curious,
he
had been curious since the moment Vos had let it slip on their date a
week ago but hadn’t quite summoned up the courage to ask yet.
The commander grew a bit worried however
when he noticed Sith lord Jinn stilling where he was working on a
terminal, large hands pausing on the keyboard.

The
question however sent Obi-Wan jumping, turning his head to blink at
Cody. “I, what? Where did you hear about Satine?” He blinked
before groaning. “The date, Quinlan’s
big karking mouth…”
He pinched his nose bridge with
gloved fingertips,
looking like he was getting a headache
from frustration
as the wind ruffled at his hair, the
forest creaking almost ominously behind them.

Squeezing
the others waist in
assurance,
Cody frowned deeply with
his
burgeoning worry.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but yeah, I
could kind of hear you scolding him from the distance and…” Well
Cody had been wondering.

The
fact that the Duchess Satine Kryze had caused the Sith to be
protective over Obi-Wan to the point they were most members were
watchful was…worrying.

Breathing
out through his nose, Obi-Wan dredged up a faint smile. “No, it is
alright. You’d hear it eventually anyhow.” He sighed deeply and
then tugged Cody with him towards the forest
line, giving them some
privacy
from
the rest of the troopers and
getting the redhead out of the sun though Cody took notice of the
awkward expression the other had.

For
a long moment Obi-Wan just stood there, staring at Cody’s feet
before tugging him closer and nuzzling.

Recognizing
the search for comfort and assurance that
Obi-Wan wasn’t always able to verbally ask for,
Cody instantly wrapped his arms around the other and pulled his Jedi
close, rubbing his back. “Hey, I promise I won’t be upset,
jealous or offended. I knew you were dating before I even existed.”
He soothed the
other.
Honestly
it was only logic that Obi-Wan would have dated someone else before
the troopers were ever created.

Obi-Wan
huffed into his pauldron but nodded firmly,
pulling back a bit to press a chaste kiss to Cody’s lips. “It’s
not really a long story. Satine is a very lovely woman and we… well
we loved each other honestly,” He confessed quietly and despite his
assurance of no jealousy, Cody felt a small sour spike in his
stomach. “But Satine and I were young when we meet and she and her
advisors knew that as a Jedi, even
a very young one,
my word held sway, especially since I had a Sith master who would
pretty much go ape shit if something happened to me or would try to
make me happy by finishing a war on his own,” He smiled bitterly.
“To this day I’m more certain it was the pressure of civil war
and her avisors pressing her that made her do it but she tried to
take advantage of my youthful
naivety
and Jedi status for more support to
her cause, using my name and closeness to her
and… well…” He glanced away.

And
it had hurt, Obi-Wan didn’t need to say it but Cody could see the
pain in the others eyes as he carefully gathered Obi-Wan to him while
mentally cursing out his armor. Normally his armor made him feel
quite relaxed but right now he wished he was in his civvies to pull
Obi-Wan to him and keep him warm.

The
Jedi however didn’t care about the armor and just settled his face
in Cody’s neck, nuzzling into it to hide away with
his warm breath moistening the dusky dark skin that all troopers had.

“…Well,
only thing I’m after is a kiss if
you’d give me one.
No galactic favors, governmental
upheavals
or planet changes.” Cody tried to tease, to lighten
the mood and grinned when he felt the other snort into his neck with his arms settling around the commander’s waist.
Obi-Wan lifted his head and grinned wryly at him before pressing a
soft kiss to his cheek.

“Like
that?” He asked cheekily, hair becoming windswept as the planet
seemed to be going through a weather change, darkening
clouds rolling in slowly over the camp as the troopers rushed about a
bit quicker to get the tents up.

“Hmm
no, more like this.” Cody leaned in, stealing the others lips in a
deeper kiss, absently noting Jinn’s relaxed position, the Sith once
more typing away.

Hey,
that was as close to approval as Cody figured he’d get.

A
Sith trusting him with their Jedi charge though
he still wasn’t happy the two had gone with the shovel talk as it
was called and was grateful Obi-Wan didn’t approve either.

And
then Cody was much more occupied with Obi-Wan’s lips and the minor
taste of tea and minty lipbalm.

For safetydelayed, can we see some of the fallout from Qui-Gon’s punch?

Listening
quietly at the door, Obi-Wan gripped his tunic hem tightly while
biting his bottom lip as Windu kept tearing into Qui-Gon for lashing
out at Shkma. Obviously Qui-Gon hadn’t told anyone exactly why he
punched the man, though everyone quite correctly assumed it was
because of Obi-Wan.

But
the actual reason was kept by the man who perpetrated the action and
it was not a very Jedi like behavior after all.

Of
course there would be consequences, especially as Qui-Gon outright
said he wasn’t sorry at all when faced with four council members in
his own quarters as he peered at them from his position in his
recliner.

Clearly
that had been the wrong thing and Windu was verbally lashing the man
for behaving like an ogre and there was a threat of suspension with
mind healer sessions until he was cleared by
them, that
such violence was not a sign of instability or some such.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t let that happen, not when Qui-Gon was trying to protect
him, to stick up for Obi-Wan.

So
he stepped out of his room quickly before he could second-guess
himself. “He
did it for me.” Obi-Wan said quietly yet his voice cut through
everything.

Qui-Gon
stood up fast enough to jerk his recliner back several inches,
hurrying around the caff table to his padawan’s side. “Obi-Wan,
you don’t have to tell them anything. I’m fine with suspension.”
The man stated firmly, carefully settling a bandaged hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder under the gazes of the four council members.

Shaking
his head a bit, Obi-Wan managed to twitch his lips in a semblance of
a smile that was really more a grimace before he turned his eyes on
Windu, Plo, Ti and Gallia.

He
couldn’t meet their eyes however, found a spot just below Windu’s
nose to stare at which seemed to be decent enough as he wrapped his
arms around himself. “I don’t want you punished for me Master. I
told master the truth about what Shkma did towards me, in full scale,
and it upset him rather pointedly.” Obi-Wan voice started strong
but it ended in a whisper.

Qui-Gon
shifted, settling both hands on his shoulders in a comforting and
supporting motion.

“…What
Shkma did towards you?” Ti questioned in her soft sotto voice.

Swallowing
harshly, looking down at his feet while clenching his hands on his
upper arms, Obi-Wan pressed himself into Qui-Gon’s warmth and
grasp. “…He’s been sexually abusing me since I was fourteen
among everything
else he did to me.” Obi-Wan got out as steady as he could, feeling
a bit numb.

There
was a muted gasp, the hissing of breath between teeth and Obi-Wan
shuddered heavily at the reaction, desperately seeking to hide as
he kept his eyes on his feet.

Feeling
the gazes of the other Jedi on him the young man turned and
Obi-Wan hid in Qui-Gon’s chest as he gave into his urge, shaking as
warm arms wrapped around him and large fingers gently rubbed his
nape. “It is alright Obi-Wan, you do not have to say another word,
we will speak with mind healer Valentine about this and no one else
and
even then you don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to.
You don’t have to say another word unless you want to Obi-Wan”
The man soothed, his voice and his Force aura oozing of worry and
protectiveness.

Breath
hitching, Obi-Wan pressed even closer into the man’s warm chest,
shaking hard as his ears cottoned to the noise in the quarters. This
was a safe space, Qui-Gon was a safe space.

If
the other said Obi-Wan didn’t have to then he really didn’t have
to.

Qui-Gon
would make things better, would make sure things were alright.

For safetydelayed, can we see some of the fallout from Qui-Gon’s punch?

Listening
quietly at the door, Obi-Wan gripped his tunic hem tightly while
biting his bottom lip as Windu kept tearing into Qui-Gon for lashing
out at Shkma. Obviously Qui-Gon hadn’t told anyone exactly why he
punched the man, though everyone quite correctly assumed it was
because of Obi-Wan.

But
the actual reason was kept by the man who perpetrated the action and
it was not a very Jedi like behavior after all.

Of
course there would be consequences, especially as Qui-Gon outright
said he wasn’t sorry at all when faced with four council members in
his own quarters as he peered at them from his position in his
recliner.

Clearly
that had been the wrong thing and Windu was verbally lashing the man
for behaving like an ogre and there was a threat of suspension with
mind healer sessions until he was cleared by
them, that
such violence was not a sign of instability or some such.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t let that happen, not when Qui-Gon was trying to protect
him, to stick up for Obi-Wan.

So
he stepped out of his room quickly before he could second-guess
himself. “He
did it for me.” Obi-Wan said quietly yet his voice cut through
everything.

Qui-Gon
stood up fast enough to jerk his recliner back several inches,
hurrying around the caff table to his padawan’s side. “Obi-Wan,
you don’t have to tell them anything. I’m fine with suspension.”
The man stated firmly, carefully settling a bandaged hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder under the gazes of the four council members.

Shaking
his head a bit, Obi-Wan managed to twitch his lips in a semblance of
a smile that was really more a grimace before he turned his eyes on
Windu, Plo, Ti and Gallia.

He
couldn’t meet their eyes however, found a spot just below Windu’s
nose to stare at which seemed to be decent enough as he wrapped his
arms around himself. “I don’t want you punished for me Master. I
told master the truth about what Shkma did towards me, in full scale,
and it upset him rather pointedly.” Obi-Wan voice started strong
but it ended in a whisper.

Qui-Gon
shifted, settling both hands on his shoulders in a comforting and
supporting motion.

“…What
Shkma did towards you?” Ti questioned in her soft sotto voice.

Swallowing
harshly, looking down at his feet while clenching his hands on his
upper arms, Obi-Wan pressed himself into Qui-Gon’s warmth and
grasp. “…He’s been sexually abusing me since I was fourteen
among everything
else he did to me.” Obi-Wan got out as steady as he could, feeling
a bit numb.

There
was a muted gasp, the hissing of breath between teeth and Obi-Wan
shuddered heavily at the reaction, desperately seeking to hide as
he kept his eyes on his feet.

Feeling
the gazes of the other Jedi on him the young man turned and
Obi-Wan hid in Qui-Gon’s chest as he gave into his urge, shaking as
warm arms wrapped around him and large fingers gently rubbed his
nape. “It is alright Obi-Wan, you do not have to say another word,
we will speak with mind healer Valentine about this and no one else
and
even then you don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to.
You don’t have to say another word unless you want to Obi-Wan”
The man soothed, his voice and his Force aura oozing of worry and
protectiveness.

Breath
hitching, Obi-Wan pressed even closer into the man’s warm chest,
shaking hard as his ears cottoned to the noise in the quarters. This
was a safe space, Qui-Gon was a safe space.

If
the other said Obi-Wan didn’t have to then he really didn’t have
to.

Qui-Gon
would make things better, would make sure things were alright.