#alpha!qui-gon

[callmehopeless]

DID SOMEONE SAY QUI-GON. SWCU has some good ass dilfs!!! But... but .... but *whispers* Alpha!Qui-Gon, with that beautiful long hair in a messy bun while he makes filthy filthy love to you.

STOP IT. STOP IT

I'm just a woman. I'm just a human

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Tell me more so I can write a fic about it

[inkognito97]

Can I Prompt you some Omega!Obi-Wan whose been on suppressants and heat blockers since he presented, running out and going into heat after the fall of the republic? And then, he gets discovered as an omega in heat by Vaderkin? Vaderwan/Obikin if you're alright with it

Totally fine with it. I’ve got nothing against same gender relationships. :)

So, thanks for the prompt.

He slid tothe dusty ground of the small hut, which he now called home. Only barely had hemade it back.

“Damn it,”cursed Obi-Wan and in the next moment, he burst into tears.

Why was thisall happening to him? Did the Force truly hate him so much? First there was thefall of his former Padawan, which had resulted in the fall of the Republic andthe whole Jedi Order and now THIS. The former Jedi stood shakily on his legsand struggled to reach his makeshift bed. On the way there, he was shedding offclothes from his too hot and shaking body.

With agroan did he fall into the hard mattress, he buried his face into the pillowand desperately clutched the blanket close to his body, as if his very lifedepended on it.

He was anunclaimed omega in heat and without any chance of getting his hands on any heatsuppressors. He was a lonely omega and trapped on a planet full of scum, criminalsand slavers and on top of it all, he was afraid and felt absolutely miserable.

Had he notsuffered enough already?

DarthVader, formerly known as Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, marched determinedthrough the sandy landscape of his much hated home planet. He had once sworn tonever set foot on Tatooine ever again. He would make this single exceptionhowever.

The darkLord’s informants had told him that a certain ginger haired Jedi Master hadbeen spotted visiting Mos Eisley on several occasions. Of course the young SithLord simply HAD to go after those suspicions, especially since he trusted noone to be able to handle Obi-Wan. He himself had struggled on Mustafar, butthis time, it would be different.

It seemedlike an eternity for the young Sith Lord, but in truth, it had been only half aday until he had reached the place this ‘crazy Ben’ – as the people had calledthe man – was living.

Leave it toObi-Wan to settle on the one planet Vader despised more than anything else andleave it to the former Jedi to use one of his old fake identities.

“This is solike him,” grumbled the dark side user.

He was notin a good mood, not when he had walked most of the day under the burning twinsuns of the desert planet. His black robes, did not help much either and Anakinwondered, how Maul had made it through this all those years ago.

“Finally,” the young blondelet out a sigh of relief, when he spotted a small hidden hut. It was undeniablethe home of a Force user, there was this certain aura and Vader knew all toowell, to whom this specific aura belonged. There was no denying it, his formerMaster was truly here and from the feel of it, he was home as well.

Somethingwas definitely wrong however. Vader knew that as soon as he had entered thesmall living space. There was no trap and Obi-Wan, was nowhere to be seen. Wasthe man hiding? It wouldn’t be like him.

The blondefurrowed his brows, when a strangely sweet and alluring scent found its way tohis nostrils. He KNEW that smell and the alpha in him did too, but he couldn’tplace it yet.

A whimpercaught the Sith’s attention. It had come from a room at the back of the hut.Without wasting another second, did Vader follow the small sound, but what hefound there, made him stop wide eyed and dead in his tracks.

On the bed,mostly naked and uncovered by the thin blanket, rested no one else, but Obi-WanKenobi. The Jedi looked as if he was in a little pain, his skin was sweaty andsometimes he let out a small whimper. Realization suddenly hit home and thefallen Jedi knew what this smell was, an omega at the end of his heat andapparently a still unclaimed one. How had he never noticed his former Master’strue nature?

With slowand unsure steps did he approach the whimpering and shaking figure, whoseglassy eyes had just opened and widened upon spotting the approaching Sith.

“Please,”Obi-Wan pleaded with a small voice and a shaking hand reached out.

Vader realizedthat this was not a plead for being spared death or for ‘Anakin’ to return backfrom wherever he had been hiding these past few years. No, this was the pleadof a scared and suffering omega, who desperately called for the comfort anotherbeing – no matter if omega, beta or alpha – could offer.

Vaderclosed his eyes for a moment. Gone was all the hate and the fury he hadharbored during the last couple years. What remained was doubt and an unhealthyportion of self-blame.

The blondehad known that Qui-Gon had been an alpha like him. Back then, he had thoughtObi-Wan to be a beta. He had also noticed the close bond the two Jedi hadshared, Back then, he had not known what it really had meant, but now herealized that this bond had been so much more than the bond between teacher andstudent. It had been the beginning of a bond between an alpha and an omega, whohad spent a lot of time together. This connection had not been completed and ifthat was because it was inappropriate for a teacher to mate with his student orbecause the two of them had simply not wanted to bond like this, would most likelynever be answered. The reappearance of the Sith had made sure of that. Vaderdid not know the real story behind the bond, he only knew that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gonhad been very close, perhaps father and son, perhaps something else, he couldnot tell. He had not known them enough to really say and as a Padawan, he hadnever dared to ask.

Anakinfinally opened his eyes again and they had lost their ugly yellow color. Gonewas the darkness from his soul, almost completely.

The blondecould not believe that he ginger haired male before him had suffered to a similarfate. He had lost a person very dear to him and wasn’t it completely stupid ofthe blonde to realize only now, after he had discovered that his former Masterwas an omega, who NEEDED connection with people, no matter their nature?

He clenchedhis hands into fists. It had been Sidious’ fault that Obi-Wan had lost Qui-Gonand it had been Sidious’ fault that his former Master had at first acted sodistant. It all made sense now. An omega, who lost someone VERY dear to him,usually fell into a depressive state. It was a miracle that Obi-Wan had beenable to train and interact with Anakin like he had done. And now that hethought about it, it had also been Sidious’s fault that Padme had died. All theman’s lies had caused Anakin to push away all the people he had ever caredabout.

“Anakin…?”whispered the man on the makeshift bed,

“YesObi-Wan,” and he truly meant it.

Hesitantlytook the alpha the other’s smaller hand in his own, before he climbed into thebed, behind the omega. He pressed the other’s body close to his own, notminding that his clothes would be ruined later. Immediately the whimperingstopped and Obi-Wan actually relaxed against the alpha’s musculat body.

“I’m hereMaster,” whispered Anakin into the ginger haired man’s ear, who was on theverge of falling asleep, from the strenuous heat no doubt.

They bothwere broken, they had both lost people very dear and precious to them andperhaps, just perhaps, they could come to terms again and build a new futuretogether.

Anakin nodded tohimself. As soon as Obi-Wan had overcome the last of his current state, hewould do his hardest to make things right again, he owned the man in his armsat least this much.

[inkognito97]

Can i prompt more omega obiwan (qui as protective alpha) with creepy or revealed sith palpetine?

“Something about the Chancellor is off,” Qui-Gon claimed, while sitting comfortable in his friend’s living room. Mace’s rooms were quite lively decorated, something you would not think from the Korun Master.

“What makes you think that?” the Councilor asked, sipping his coffee. Of course he had offered Qui-Gon something to drink too, but the long haired alpha had politely refused. He did not drink coffee and Mace’s attempts of brewing tea were always horrendous.

“The way he acts around Obi-Wan,” he growled, his eyes furrowed in anger.

That statement caused the dark skinned alpha to immediately straighten his posture. He sat his cup aside in order to focus on his friend. “Excuse me?”

The taller alpha growled once more, hoping that his mate, who was currently teaching a class Younglings about lightsabers, would not be disturbed by his emotions. “Obi-Wan always tells me that he gets a bad feeling around the Chancellor, dark and cold and always suffocating. Also there is something in his eyes, that I do not like and I swear to the Force, that I am going to kill or at least hurt him, when he looks at my mate this way ever again.” He did not need to elaborate which look exactly he meant, Mace understood it. The Chancellor was an alpha too after all…

“Qui-Gon…”

“No,” he interrupted the Korun Master and jumped to his feet abruptly. His eyes shone with barely contained anger and his protective alpha hormones wer heavy in the air. “I’ve waited and watched long enough. He is distressing my partner, I will not tolerate it,” he hesitated only for a brief moment, “Either the Council finally takes actions, or I will.” 

Without waiting for an answer, Qui-Gon turned and left his friend’s apartment in order to get to his own as fast as possible. The alpha in him was running amok and he needed to calm down, so that he would not do something rash that he OR Obi-Wan would come to regret later. Not after the last time he had acted without thinking and therefore had hurt his beloved omega greatly. So great, that he had almost lost him in the process.

Back in the safe haven that was his and Obi-Wan’s shared quarters, Qui-Gon paced through the whole living room, again and again. His steps were quick and his hands were tightly clenched into fists. Why in the name of the Force could he not calm down? Why was this bothering him so much? The only explanation was that there was a lot more behind the whole affair, than Palpatine trying to take his omega. But what could it be?

He whipped his head around when the door to the quarters opened, without anyone having chimed first. Almost instantly a familiar smell rose in the air and it already began to calm the long haired man down.

“Qui?” an accented voice asked, “Beloved? Is everything alright?” Obi-Wan stepped into the living room as well, he was missing his robe, which was a good indicator that he had simply left the Younglings with another teacher in order to find his distraught mate.

Qui-Gon did not answer, he would not have known what to say. His mate was not fond of him interfering in his life, not in THIS way that is. The omega was quite capable of taking care of himself, he had often proved that during past missions. If Qui-Gon was completely honest, than he had to admit that Obi-Wan was tougher than most betas and he would give enough alphas a run for their money, but with Palpatine…

A sigh escaped the copper haired male and he stopped in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest and expression unreadable. “You talked to the Council, did you not?”

Midnight blue eyes avoided blue-green ones. “I talked to Mace,” there was no need to lie or deny, not now. It would only get him on Obi-Wan’s bad side.

“I thought we agreed that you are not to reveal anything yet,” his tone was calm, but Qui-Gon knew better. His mate was boiling inside and it was just a matter of time, until he would explode. It would not be pretty.

“I am worried,” still the alpha could not help but snap angrily. “That… that pervert… looks at you as if you are a piece of meat, presented for everyone to see. You are MY mate… and I am afraid of losing you.” Miserable as he was, now that all pent up emotions had been released, the tall male let himself fall onto the couch and buried his bearded face in his hands. 

He did hear the younger male move around and it appeared as if he was shuffling away. Qui-Gon did not dare to look up and see his mate leave again, he was not sure he could have dealt with that now. He was surprised however, when the omega came right back, with a steaming cup of Qui-Gon’s favorite tea in his hand, which he promptly sat onto the circular glass table in front of the taller male, before he snuggled tightly against his mate. Without thinking did Qui-Gon wrap his arms around his partner and pulled him as close against him, as humanly possible.

“You won’t lose me,” the copper haired man said calmly, but he did allow his mate to bury his face in his neck to inhale his scent. When Qui-Gon needed the closeness and reassurance, then that was fine by him.

“Palpatine will pay,” Qui-Gon mumbled and Obi-Wan deemed it better not to answer that one. In truth, he was distraught too after all.

[inkognito97]

Can I prompt some omegaObi and alphaQui? Fluffy if possible?

Of course you can, I am open to almost everything.^^

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Obi-Wan was glad to be back in the quarters that he shared with his mate. The day had just been complete hell. Without really caring where it landed, he discarded his robe, followed by his boots. At least his lightsaber was carefully placed on its usually spot on his nightstand. Without bothering with anything else, the ginger haired Jedi Knight let himself fall into his bed and he moved to the side that Qui-Gon usually slept on. The scent of the alpha was heavy here and Obi-Wan immediately relaxed in his little nest. He needed the comfort, the scent and closeness to his alpha, especially after such a day.

Qui-Gon returned home rather late this day, he had been running errands for the Council and it had taken him longer than expected. 

Upon entering the quarters, the long haired Jedi Master noticed three things. One, Obi-Wan’S things were scattered on the floor. His younger omega was usually a tidy person, which means that something was wrong. Deciding to investigate that further, he levitated the robe and the boots to their proper places. Two, there was no sound or smell coming from the kitchen. That was unusually, because Obi-Wan had made it a habit to prepare diner so that ‘his alpha would not forget to eat and therefore stay healthy and strong’. Those were the omega’s words, not his. Three, there was no other sign, no greeting from Obi-Wan. That too was uncommon and not like the other man.

Qui-Gon scowled and he furrowed his brows. His mate was still in their quarters, that much he could sense and smell, but he was currently in their shared bedroom and it was obvious that something was bothering the younger male. With determined steps did the Jedi Master cross the small distance and opened the door that was separating him from his partner, only to freeze in his movement when he found what he had been searching for. 

His younger mate was sleeping peacefully in a nest build out of their bed. He was curled in a fetal position on Qui-Gon’s side, his head resting on his own pillow, while Qui-Gon’s was tightly pressed against his chest. He also used one of the long haired Jedi’s spare robes as a blanket. A sigh escaped the alpha. So his little omega had suffered a hard day and searched comfort and security in the only way he knew without his alpha being available. Qui-Gon decided to change that immediately.

Obi-Wan’s lightsaber was joined by its green counterpart and the owner of said weapon wasted not another second. He climbed into the warmed bed too, moving right behind his little omega and wrapping his larger body around Obi-Wan’s. The omega - undoubtedly he felt the presence of his alpha, mate and partner unconsciously - uncurled, let go of the pillow and turned around to clutch Qui-Gon’s tunic instead.

“There, there, everything is alright now,” Qui-Gon whispered and one of his large hands ran through ginger locks. It was enough to rouse the younger male from his peaceful slumber.

“Qui,” Obi-Wan pressed even closer against the strong chest of his beloved mate.

“Do you want to talk about it?” the deep baritone asked.

A sigh escaped the exhausted Jedi. “Just a bad day, nothing to worry about.” 

Qui-Gon hummed in thought, “Tell me anyway, beloved.” He pressed a light kiss against the other’s forehead, 

One blue-green opened and peered up at the bed’s other occupant. Obi-Wan found himself gazing into his partner’s sapphire blue orbs and they held no room for argument. He knew that Qui-Gon wanted an answer and he wanted one now. With a heartfelt sigh did Obi-Wan succumb to his fate. “The Chancellor requested my presence during a diplomatic exchange.”

Immediately the alpha’s grip tightened in possession. His scent changed a little bit too. Obi-Wan did not need to be a genius to know that anger and jealously were running through Qui-Gon’s system.

“The audacity of that man,” growled the alpha. “Who does he think he is?”

“The Chancellor?” 

An animalistic growl escaped the older male’s throat. “That does not give him the right to steal an already claimed and marked omega.”

Obi-Wan pushed himself away with all the strength he possessed. He managed to get away, but only because the taller male was too stunned by the unexpected reaction. 

“This is what it’s all about? Your pride?” he sounded hurt and insulted when he turned his back towards the older man.

Qui-Gon moved closer again and since the omega could not escape without leaving the bed, he was once more trapped in a pair of strong arms. “Of course this is what this is about,” the older Jedi said while nuzzling the other’s neck. Normally this would have made the omega purr or relax, but now it just caused his muscles to tense even more. Qui-Gon sighed, “YOU are my pride, beloved. And if this slimy bastard thinks he can take what is mine, then he will feel the consequences.”

“I always have a bad feeling around him, Qui… as if… as if he has some dark intentions.” Obi-Wan’s voice was barely more than a whisper.

“I know dear one,” he pressed a soothing kiss against his mate’s temple. “But I’m here for you, I am going to protect you.” He felt the ginger haired man move and he allowed him to turn back once more. 

A moment of silence passed between them, when neither of them so much as said anything. “If you want,” Qui-Gon began hesitantly, “I can contact the Council and…”

“No,” Obi-Wan’s voice was firm. “Just stay please.” He hid his face in his alpha’s neck.

“I am here,” reassured Qui-Gon. He would be there as long as his beloved omega needed him and he would protect Obi-Wan, with his life if necessary.