Who is this new replacement in Royal Protector (I’m hoping it’s Ahsoka because I love her)??? How long has Obi been training her? And why didn’t Qui know about her before? So many questions!!

Staring at the girl
for a few long moments, Qui-Gon finally looked to Obi-Wan with wide
eyes. “This is your replacement?” He questioned in surprise.

“To be fair, I
did not think I would need her for several years yet.” Obi-Wan
shrugged and moved gingerly to Ahsoka, standing behind her and
settling his hands on her shoulders as he smiled at Qui-Gon over her
head, though something told Qui-Gon she would be taller than Obi-Wan
eventually. “But I can backup her skills, I have trained her
myself. She can take my position though she will need court lessons.”
The redhead assured.

Sitting back in his
throne, Qui-Gon watched the young togruta as she tried not to shuffle
her feet and respectfully kept her eyes down. “Tell me, Ahsoka
Tano, how old are you?” Qui-Gon questioned carefully.

“Sixteen your
highness.” Ahsoka answered promptly in a quiet voice. “Lord
Kenobi has been training me for a year and a half.” She added.

Stroking his chin,
Qui-Gon considered that before smiling. “I’ve seen you before,
haven’t I? You trained with my son in the courtyard arena.” He
chuckled slowly. “You went toe to toe with Anakin and kept up with
him quite marvelously as I remember.”

There was a quirk
of her lips as she glanced shyly up at him and nodded.

Smirking slowly and
looking over her head to meet Obi-Wan’s preening eyes, Qui-Gon
chuckled even more. “Anakin spent the next few days in a sulk but
if your trainer is Obi-Wan then no wonder your skills are already so
great.”

At that Ahsoka
puffed her chest up a bit, raising her chin with a bit of pride but
not arrogance.

Oh Qui-Gon liked
her.

Proud enough to
recognize the skills she had gained but not arrogant enough to bloat
her head. She would fit into their court like a puzzle piece, he as
sure of that.

“I won’t be
taking you as the Royal Protector today.” Qui-Gon stood, smiling
gently when Ahsoka deflated. “But when you turn eighteen, I shall
accept you into the position as Obi-Wan admits you still have things
to learn.”

She perked up again
at that and looked back over her shoulder for permission to speak
before returning her cheerful blue eyes to Qui-Gon. “If I may
sire?” She licked her lips when Qui-Gon gestured for her to
continue. “While my lord is right I have much to learn, it is
mostly in the terms of court etiquette and politics. The Lord
protector has drilled me in battle from the day he took me on and I
will serve with my life until the day I become dust. If something
could be arranged for what skills I am lacking, I vow I will be ready
on my eighteen birthday.”

Well, with that
passionate vow and the glowing recommendation of Obi-Wan behind her,
how could Qui-Gon do any less than give her the tutors she would
need?

And a room in the
palace of course.

Oh Anakin’s face
was going to be hilarious when he realized the young togruta teen
who’d gone toe to toe with him was actually now living with them
and was trained by Obi-Wan!

Qui-Gon was
certainly looking forward to it!

“You have a
cunning look on your face my love.” He looked up at Obi-Wan’s
voice as the man moved to him and stopped in front of the Emperor who
gave his redhead a wicked smile before reaching out and pulling him
into his lap in the throne, uncaring who saw.

He settled his hand
on Obi-Wan’s stomach, knowing he’d feel nothing for several
months still even as he nuzzled at Obi-Wan’s flustering cheek and
ignored his hiss of Qui-Gon’s name. “I may be imagining Anakin’s
face.” He teased.

There was a moment
and then Obi-Wan joined him in his merriment, the redhead chuckling
as he finally relaxed and let the Emperor manhandle him with care.

His love close and
his future more certain, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but feel more
assured and content than in years.

Their future was
more secured.

Who is this new replacement in Royal Protector (I’m hoping it’s Ahsoka because I love her)??? How long has Obi been training her? And why didn’t Qui know about her before? So many questions!!

Staring at the girl
for a few long moments, Qui-Gon finally looked to Obi-Wan with wide
eyes. “This is your replacement?” He questioned in surprise.

“To be fair, I
did not think I would need her for several years yet.” Obi-Wan
shrugged and moved gingerly to Ahsoka, standing behind her and
settling his hands on her shoulders as he smiled at Qui-Gon over her
head, though something told Qui-Gon she would be taller than Obi-Wan
eventually. “But I can backup her skills, I have trained her
myself. She can take my position though she will need court lessons.”
The redhead assured.

Sitting back in his
throne, Qui-Gon watched the young togruta as she tried not to shuffle
her feet and respectfully kept her eyes down. “Tell me, Ahsoka
Tano, how old are you?” Qui-Gon questioned carefully.

“Sixteen your
highness.” Ahsoka answered promptly in a quiet voice. “Lord
Kenobi has been training me for a year and a half.” She added.

Stroking his chin,
Qui-Gon considered that before smiling. “I’ve seen you before,
haven’t I? You trained with my son in the courtyard arena.” He
chuckled slowly. “You went toe to toe with Anakin and kept up with
him quite marvelously as I remember.”

There was a quirk
of her lips as she glanced shyly up at him and nodded.

Smirking slowly and
looking over her head to meet Obi-Wan’s preening eyes, Qui-Gon
chuckled even more. “Anakin spent the next few days in a sulk but
if your trainer is Obi-Wan then no wonder your skills are already so
great.”

At that Ahsoka
puffed her chest up a bit, raising her chin with a bit of pride but
not arrogance.

Oh Qui-Gon liked
her.

Proud enough to
recognize the skills she had gained but not arrogant enough to bloat
her head. She would fit into their court like a puzzle piece, he as
sure of that.

“I won’t be
taking you as the Royal Protector today.” Qui-Gon stood, smiling
gently when Ahsoka deflated. “But when you turn eighteen, I shall
accept you into the position as Obi-Wan admits you still have things
to learn.”

She perked up again
at that and looked back over her shoulder for permission to speak
before returning her cheerful blue eyes to Qui-Gon. “If I may
sire?” She licked her lips when Qui-Gon gestured for her to
continue. “While my lord is right I have much to learn, it is
mostly in the terms of court etiquette and politics. The Lord
protector has drilled me in battle from the day he took me on and I
will serve with my life until the day I become dust. If something
could be arranged for what skills I am lacking, I vow I will be ready
on my eighteen birthday.”

Well, with that
passionate vow and the glowing recommendation of Obi-Wan behind her,
how could Qui-Gon do any less than give her the tutors she would
need?

And a room in the
palace of course.

Oh Anakin’s face
was going to be hilarious when he realized the young togruta teen
who’d gone toe to toe with him was actually now living with them
and was trained by Obi-Wan!

Qui-Gon was
certainly looking forward to it!

“You have a
cunning look on your face my love.” He looked up at Obi-Wan’s
voice as the man moved to him and stopped in front of the Emperor who
gave his redhead a wicked smile before reaching out and pulling him
into his lap in the throne, uncaring who saw.

He settled his hand
on Obi-Wan’s stomach, knowing he’d feel nothing for several
months still even as he nuzzled at Obi-Wan’s flustering cheek and
ignored his hiss of Qui-Gon’s name. “I may be imagining Anakin’s
face.” He teased.

There was a moment
and then Obi-Wan joined him in his merriment, the redhead chuckling
as he finally relaxed and let the Emperor manhandle him with care.

His love close and
his future more certain, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but feel more
assured and content than in years.

Their future was
more secured.

Royal Protector – ohmygosh! does obi try to keep protectoring and suggest to keep the babys dad a secret? does qui retire obi and be like “nope, baby’s ours and i love you”? promote him from protector to consort? has obi been (maybe secretly?) training a replacement just in case something happened to him? oh the possibilities! whichever way you go with it, i looooove it!

Standing there
gaping as Obi-Wan continued dressing, Qui-Gon tried to wrap his head
around the others words.

He had expected to
fight with Obi-Wan now that the redhead was finally cleared to walk
around, he had expected to coax or cajole him into agreement but
instead Obi-Wan had hummed a soft ‘alright’.

Looking up from
where he was buttoning his shirt, Obi-Wan raised an amused brow at
him. “Did you really think I would continue to be your protector
now that I’m in a family away?” Obi-Wan said, brows raising high
as Qui-Gon colored a bit. “I know I can be stubborn Qui-Gon but I
had no idea I was even a bearer and now I’m… well I’m in a
fragile condition as much as I despise saying that.”

Shoulders slumping
from relief, Qui-Gon stepped closer to help Obi-Wan button up his
shirt, covering up the bandages on his stomach. “Thank the Force, I
was worried I’d have to argue with you. You are a stubborn and
willful man my Obi-Wan but forgive my foolish heart, I would never
risk you and our spark now that I know.” He murmured quietly as
large fingers nimbly tucked the brass buttons.

Pale hands covered
the large ones of the Emperor and Qui-Gon looked up slowly to meet
the others gaze. “There are many things I’m willing to risk for
your life, my own included. But I can’t think of my own anymore.”
Obi-Wan murmured softly, peering at him. “So now it all comes down
to this Qui-Gon… what happens now?”

Qui-Gon tilted his
head in bafflement, blinking at him as Obi-Wan peered up at him
earnestly as he squeezed the others hands with care. “What comes
now?” He echoed.

Rolling his eyes a
bit, Obi-Wan sighed. “Yes Qui-Gon, what comes now? What do I do? I
can’t be the Lord Protector anymore but I don’t have any other
standing nor do I have any other job or skil-” Qui-Gon broke off
Obi-Wan’s slowly starting ramble of panic with his lips, kissing
him sweetly while holding his hands before reaching up to cup his
face when he withdrew.

“Oh Obi-Wan, do
you think I would just set you aside? Let the child become a bastard
from an unwed union?” He gently thumbed at the others cheeks,
feeling the bristle of the beard beneath his fingers.

He could see
Obi-Wan’s face fill with sheepishness and watched him give a light
shrug.

“My Obi-Wan,
nothing more in the world would please me then to take you as my
prince consort. There is nothing else in this world that I could
possibly desire except you by my side and I was content with that as
my Lord Protector but that time has come to pass. And you may not
steam from royal blood nor may you come with riches or promise of
alliance, but few can doubt your loyalty to me and mine.” Qui-Gon
ducked down slowly, brushing his lips once again sweetly over the
others before slowly slipping down on a knee in front of it, ignoring
the creak his damn knee decided to dignify them both with at the
move. “So I’ll ask right now Obi-Wan, be mine? Let me take you to
the alter?” Qui-Gon rumbled out.

Obi-Wan stared at
him for a long moment, blinking wetly before laughing shakily. “How
can I do anything but say yes to such a passionate request Qui-Gon?
Of course. If you’ll have me, then I am yours for however long you
will have me.”

“Forever than?”
Qui-Gon smiled up at him, pressing a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s hands,
rubbing them lightly to feel the calluses of sword dueling. “I’ll
get you a circlet with a ring and wed you as soon as I can but for
today… I would just like to have you close and let you heal and
rest.” He finally stood, wrapping his arms around him.

Nuzzling into
Qui-Gon’s shoulder, Obi-Wan let out a considering hum. “Its a
good thing I’ve been training my replacement. So if you’ll help
me get my tunic and coat on… I’d like to introduce you to her.”
He smiled kindly up at him.

It punched the
breath out of Qui-Gon, as the only reason Obi-Wan would need a
replacement was if he were to die and that… that had been to close
for comfort for him this last week since Obi-Wan got shot. So he
folded his arms a bit together around the smaller frame against his
chest, enfolding him protectively and keeping Obi-Wan’s stomach
hidden between them. “But not today.” Qui-Gon murmured.

Catching something
in the others eyes, Obi-Wan nodded. “Not today my Qui-Gon.” He
agreed, letting the Emperor help him dress the rest of the way.

Royal Protector – ohmygosh! does obi try to keep protectoring and suggest to keep the babys dad a secret? does qui retire obi and be like “nope, baby’s ours and i love you”? promote him from protector to consort? has obi been (maybe secretly?) training a replacement just in case something happened to him? oh the possibilities! whichever way you go with it, i looooove it!

Standing there
gaping as Obi-Wan continued dressing, Qui-Gon tried to wrap his head
around the others words.

He had expected to
fight with Obi-Wan now that the redhead was finally cleared to walk
around, he had expected to coax or cajole him into agreement but
instead Obi-Wan had hummed a soft ‘alright’.

Looking up from
where he was buttoning his shirt, Obi-Wan raised an amused brow at
him. “Did you really think I would continue to be your protector
now that I’m in a family away?” Obi-Wan said, brows raising high
as Qui-Gon colored a bit. “I know I can be stubborn Qui-Gon but I
had no idea I was even a bearer and now I’m… well I’m in a
fragile condition as much as I despise saying that.”

Shoulders slumping
from relief, Qui-Gon stepped closer to help Obi-Wan button up his
shirt, covering up the bandages on his stomach. “Thank the Force, I
was worried I’d have to argue with you. You are a stubborn and
willful man my Obi-Wan but forgive my foolish heart, I would never
risk you and our spark now that I know.” He murmured quietly as
large fingers nimbly tucked the brass buttons.

Pale hands covered
the large ones of the Emperor and Qui-Gon looked up slowly to meet
the others gaze. “There are many things I’m willing to risk for
your life, my own included. But I can’t think of my own anymore.”
Obi-Wan murmured softly, peering at him. “So now it all comes down
to this Qui-Gon… what happens now?”

Qui-Gon tilted his
head in bafflement, blinking at him as Obi-Wan peered up at him
earnestly as he squeezed the others hands with care. “What comes
now?” He echoed.

Rolling his eyes a
bit, Obi-Wan sighed. “Yes Qui-Gon, what comes now? What do I do? I
can’t be the Lord Protector anymore but I don’t have any other
standing nor do I have any other job or skil-” Qui-Gon broke off
Obi-Wan’s slowly starting ramble of panic with his lips, kissing
him sweetly while holding his hands before reaching up to cup his
face when he withdrew.

“Oh Obi-Wan, do
you think I would just set you aside? Let the child become a bastard
from an unwed union?” He gently thumbed at the others cheeks,
feeling the bristle of the beard beneath his fingers.

He could see
Obi-Wan’s face fill with sheepishness and watched him give a light
shrug.

“My Obi-Wan,
nothing more in the world would please me then to take you as my
prince consort. There is nothing else in this world that I could
possibly desire except you by my side and I was content with that as
my Lord Protector but that time has come to pass. And you may not
steam from royal blood nor may you come with riches or promise of
alliance, but few can doubt your loyalty to me and mine.” Qui-Gon
ducked down slowly, brushing his lips once again sweetly over the
others before slowly slipping down on a knee in front of it, ignoring
the creak his damn knee decided to dignify them both with at the
move. “So I’ll ask right now Obi-Wan, be mine? Let me take you to
the alter?” Qui-Gon rumbled out.

Obi-Wan stared at
him for a long moment, blinking wetly before laughing shakily. “How
can I do anything but say yes to such a passionate request Qui-Gon?
Of course. If you’ll have me, then I am yours for however long you
will have me.”

“Forever than?”
Qui-Gon smiled up at him, pressing a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s hands,
rubbing them lightly to feel the calluses of sword dueling. “I’ll
get you a circlet with a ring and wed you as soon as I can but for
today… I would just like to have you close and let you heal and
rest.” He finally stood, wrapping his arms around him.

Nuzzling into
Qui-Gon’s shoulder, Obi-Wan let out a considering hum. “Its a
good thing I’ve been training my replacement. So if you’ll help
me get my tunic and coat on… I’d like to introduce you to her.”
He smiled kindly up at him.

It punched the
breath out of Qui-Gon, as the only reason Obi-Wan would need a
replacement was if he were to die and that… that had been to close
for comfort for him this last week since Obi-Wan got shot. So he
folded his arms a bit together around the smaller frame against his
chest, enfolding him protectively and keeping Obi-Wan’s stomach
hidden between them. “But not today.” Qui-Gon murmured.

Catching something
in the others eyes, Obi-Wan nodded. “Not today my Qui-Gon.” He
agreed, letting the Emperor help him dress the rest of the way.

AHHHHHHH! I know you just updated Royal Protector, but what a cliffhanger! Does the baby survive? Does Obi-Wan freak out when he learns of his bundle of joy? Will Anakin be able to curb his jealousy or does he slip into protection mode of his new sibling???? Inquiring minds want to know!!!! (You’re fabulous)

He
feels like shit when he wakes.

That
is Obi-Wan’s clear thought as his eyes feels like they have been
glued shut. It feels like the battle at Andor where he had gotten a
head wound bad enough to knock him out and had actually had mud dry
on his face.

He had
stumbled around blind until someone had taken notice of the survivor
and hurriedly gotten him out of the way and to a healer, his face
cleared up to the point where he could finally get his eyes open.

That’s
how he feels now, worn, aching, eyes glued shut with weakness in
every inch of his body as he slowly regains consciousness
and memory.

His
lovers smile in the sun as Qui-Gon glanced towards him, the sun
glittering on the end of a gun, his own panic and… right.

He’d
thrown himself between Qui-Gon and the bullet.

Obi-Wan
slowly becomes aware of one more thing that makes his heart race with
warmth. A large hand wrapped around his own, gently thumbing at his
wrist and pulse that tells him that Qui-Gon has been with him since
the doctors has allowed him in.

And he
is alive, Obi-Wan is alive and Qui-Gon is not injured badly if he is
sitting at Obi-Wan’s bedside as if he a royal guardian.

Slowly
he manages to wrench his eyes open, finding Qui-Gon peering at the
window of the room with a worn expression on his face, shadows around
his eyes that speak of a sleepless night with the sun shining into
the medical halls of the castle.

The
moment Obi-Wan croaks however Qui-Gon turns, his hand tightening on
his wrist as wide blue eyes meet his lidded green ones before Qui-Gon
gives a sob of shock and happiness, leaning in and over him to press
their lips together briefly before pressing several kisses to his
face, to his forehead, his eyelids and nose before he finally manages
to calm down. “Scare me like that again and I will lock you into a
damn tower.” Qui-Gon rasped, his hands shaking where both cling to
Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Wouldn’t.”
Obi-Wan rasped.

Chuckling
wetly, Qui-Gon brushed their noses together, the Emperor squeezing
gently. “No. But I would give you bodyguards. You…” He let out
a shuddering breath. “Obi-Wan I almost lost you.” He finally
settled on.

“My
Emperor.” Obi-Wan rasped, eyes serious even as Qui-Gon grunted
before the man shifted, calling for one of the doctors.

A
young looking devaronian
comes rushing over, two glasses in his hands.

One
has blessedly water that Obi-Wan carefully drinks with Qui-Gon’s
help as he’s helped up against the Emperor’s chest with Qui-Gon’s
steadying hand to hold the glass and the other glass has luke warm
poppy milk.

“Just
two sips Lord Protector sir, we don’t want to destabilize your
condition.” The man fluttered his hands nervously.

Confused,
Obi-Wan looked from him to Qui-Gon but obediently took only two sips
to help ease the pain of his body. “My… condition?”

Now
the devaronian looked awkward and looked more then just a bit
relieved to have the bowl back so he could have a reason to flee.

Frowning,
the redhead looked up at his lover and Emperor instead. “Condition?”

Stroking
Obi-Wan’s cheek slowly, Qui-Gon peered at Obi-Wan for a long moment
before smiling softly. “Obi-Wan, dear one, did you know you were a
bearer?” He questioned quietly in lieu of a proper answer.

Staring
at the other, Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as the implication of that
question hit him, his hand rushing to his stomach only to be caught
by Qui-Gon’s to avoid hurting himself more.

“Shh,
shh, no, its alright. Its alright. Dr Che said that… it was close
but…” He gave a breathy laugh. “It was so close but you
recovered. You live and it lives.” He pressed a tender kiss to his
cheek. “You didn’t even know.”

Shaking
his head a bit with the taste of poppy in his mouth, Obi-Wan tucked
more into Qui-Gon. “No.” He stuttered out, staring down at his
stomach as the larger man tucked his arm protectively around Obi-Wan.
“I didn’t. I had… I just… could she tell how old?” He
whispered as he felt the poppy affect him.

“About
six weeks.” Qui-Gon whispered, a hesitant hand slowly resting down
on Obi-Wan’s stomach, wary of hurting his love and wondering about
his reaction. But Obi-Wan only watched, his eyes slowly drawing shut
again thanks to the poppy milk, his eyes locked on Qui-Gon’s hand
on his stomach for the entire time with Qui-Gon tucked behind him on
the healing bed.

And
when Qui-Gon finally shifts enough to peer at his face, there’s
a smile on his lips even in sleep.

AHHHHHHH! I know you just updated Royal Protector, but what a cliffhanger! Does the baby survive? Does Obi-Wan freak out when he learns of his bundle of joy? Will Anakin be able to curb his jealousy or does he slip into protection mode of his new sibling???? Inquiring minds want to know!!!! (You’re fabulous)

He
feels like shit when he wakes.

That
is Obi-Wan’s clear thought as his eyes feels like they have been
glued shut. It feels like the battle at Andor where he had gotten a
head wound bad enough to knock him out and had actually had mud dry
on his face.

He had
stumbled around blind until someone had taken notice of the survivor
and hurriedly gotten him out of the way and to a healer, his face
cleared up to the point where he could finally get his eyes open.

That’s
how he feels now, worn, aching, eyes glued shut with weakness in
every inch of his body as he slowly regains consciousness
and memory.

His
lovers smile in the sun as Qui-Gon glanced towards him, the sun
glittering on the end of a gun, his own panic and… right.

He’d
thrown himself between Qui-Gon and the bullet.

Obi-Wan
slowly becomes aware of one more thing that makes his heart race with
warmth. A large hand wrapped around his own, gently thumbing at his
wrist and pulse that tells him that Qui-Gon has been with him since
the doctors has allowed him in.

And he
is alive, Obi-Wan is alive and Qui-Gon is not injured badly if he is
sitting at Obi-Wan’s bedside as if he a royal guardian.

Slowly
he manages to wrench his eyes open, finding Qui-Gon peering at the
window of the room with a worn expression on his face, shadows around
his eyes that speak of a sleepless night with the sun shining into
the medical halls of the castle.

The
moment Obi-Wan croaks however Qui-Gon turns, his hand tightening on
his wrist as wide blue eyes meet his lidded green ones before Qui-Gon
gives a sob of shock and happiness, leaning in and over him to press
their lips together briefly before pressing several kisses to his
face, to his forehead, his eyelids and nose before he finally manages
to calm down. “Scare me like that again and I will lock you into a
damn tower.” Qui-Gon rasped, his hands shaking where both cling to
Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Wouldn’t.”
Obi-Wan rasped.

Chuckling
wetly, Qui-Gon brushed their noses together, the Emperor squeezing
gently. “No. But I would give you bodyguards. You…” He let out
a shuddering breath. “Obi-Wan I almost lost you.” He finally
settled on.

“My
Emperor.” Obi-Wan rasped, eyes serious even as Qui-Gon grunted
before the man shifted, calling for one of the doctors.

A
young looking devaronian
comes rushing over, two glasses in his hands.

One
has blessedly water that Obi-Wan carefully drinks with Qui-Gon’s
help as he’s helped up against the Emperor’s chest with Qui-Gon’s
steadying hand to hold the glass and the other glass has luke warm
poppy milk.

“Just
two sips Lord Protector sir, we don’t want to destabilize your
condition.” The man fluttered his hands nervously.

Confused,
Obi-Wan looked from him to Qui-Gon but obediently took only two sips
to help ease the pain of his body. “My… condition?”

Now
the devaronian looked awkward and looked more then just a bit
relieved to have the bowl back so he could have a reason to flee.

Frowning,
the redhead looked up at his lover and Emperor instead. “Condition?”

Stroking
Obi-Wan’s cheek slowly, Qui-Gon peered at Obi-Wan for a long moment
before smiling softly. “Obi-Wan, dear one, did you know you were a
bearer?” He questioned quietly in lieu of a proper answer.

Staring
at the other, Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as the implication of that
question hit him, his hand rushing to his stomach only to be caught
by Qui-Gon’s to avoid hurting himself more.

“Shh,
shh, no, its alright. Its alright. Dr Che said that… it was close
but…” He gave a breathy laugh. “It was so close but you
recovered. You live and it lives.” He pressed a tender kiss to his
cheek. “You didn’t even know.”

Shaking
his head a bit with the taste of poppy in his mouth, Obi-Wan tucked
more into Qui-Gon. “No.” He stuttered out, staring down at his
stomach as the larger man tucked his arm protectively around Obi-Wan.
“I didn’t. I had… I just… could she tell how old?” He
whispered as he felt the poppy affect him.

“About
six weeks.” Qui-Gon whispered, a hesitant hand slowly resting down
on Obi-Wan’s stomach, wary of hurting his love and wondering about
his reaction. But Obi-Wan only watched, his eyes slowly drawing shut
again thanks to the poppy milk, his eyes locked on Qui-Gon’s hand
on his stomach for the entire time with Qui-Gon tucked behind him on
the healing bed.

And
when Qui-Gon finally shifts enough to peer at his face, there’s
a smile on his lips even in sleep.

Your blog gives me life every day! Thank you for sharing your boundless talent!! So, in Royal Protector….what if Obi Wan was a carrier and didn’t know it due to his upbringing. All of a sudden, not only does Anakin have Obi and Qui’s relationship to be jealous of, but possibly a younger sibling as well???

It feels like
forever.

Its only been a
night but that feels like forever to Qui-Gon as the two royals had
stood outside the medical halls doors for long minutes before Anakin
had slowly and gently grasped his fathers hands and pulled him away,
each step reluctant as Qui-Gon kept staring at the door as if Obi-Wan
would magically appear and when he had weakly tried to argue that he
should stay, Anakin had quietly countered that his clothes were
soiled with blood and the doctors would never let Qui-Gon, Emperor or
not, see an injured patient in that state.

It was only then he
really left, knowing that his son was right as he walked away from
the door with a heavy heart, still not knowing if Obi-Wan would make
it.

And he was never
going to forgive himself if Obi-Wan passed while he was away bathing
of all things.

But Anakin
insisted.

Had ordered the
servants to get the tub ready and had rifled in Qui-Gon’s closet
for clothes, not even pausing at the beige tunic that was clearly not
Qui-Gon’s that hung in the closet as he moved to his father with an
armful of fresh clothes. “Go bath father… I’ll wait here.”
Anakin whispered, his eyes full of concern.

Which lead to
Qui-Gon sitting in the tub for long moments, his soiled clothes on
the floor as he stared at his knees before he slowly washed away
everything.

He was faintly
grateful that the water didn’t turn pink, that there hadn’t come
enough blood on his skin to stain the water because if that happened
then Qui-Gon would have thrown up. It was amazing he hadn’t done it
before if he was frank, the memory of Obi-Wan’s pale face all to
clear in his mind as he let out a shuddering breath.

‘He needs me.’
Qui-Gon shook himself and roughly started to scrub himself skin, his
sun tanned skin from hours in the courtyard training turning pink at
his own viciousness but Qui-Gon hardly noticed as he got himself
clean and didn’t linger to enjoy the warmth for his ride sore
muscles.

Instead he sprang
out of the tub as soon as he could and wrapped himself in the large
towel, rubbing himself dry as quickly as he could before pulling on
the prepared bathrobe and striding into the bedroom of his apartment.

Anakin was sitting
on his bed, hands folded in his lap as he stare at them before
glancing up when Qui-Gon entered, a lost expression in them.

It made Qui-Gon
soften and he stopped by the bed, settling his hand on his sons
shoulder. “Obi-Wan is strong. He’s proved he’s strong Anakin,
he’ll pull through.” He rumbled, watching Anakin take a deep
breath and nod.

“I just don’t…
want him to leave us. Like mom did…” Anakin whispered.

Qui-Gon’s heart
ached at that, remembering Shmi and her beautiful smile in the sun
before she got ill and wasted away.

Cupping the blonds
face, Qui-Gon leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Obi-Wan
will not leave us willingly. He will fight and the doctors will
fight, you know he will.” Qui-Gon assured him as much as he was
assuring himself.

How long they spent
like that Qui-Gon wasn’t sure but his feet were cold when Anakin
finally nodded, giving him a shaking smile as he let Qui-Gon go to
dress himself, the Emperor stepping behind the folding screen in
midnight blue and gold.

However Anakin
spoke up, freezing Qui-Gon in place. “You love him, don’t you?”
Anakin’s empty voice rang out.

Qui-Gon stared at
his tunic, eyes wide before swallowing. He had expected this
conversation but he had hoped… he’d hoped he and Obi-Wan
would handle it.

“Yes. Does that
bother you Anakin?” He answered finally, pulling on the clean tunic
of silk and brocade.

“A bit.” Anakin
sighed loudly and Qui-Gon flinched. “But I’d rather have him
happy. If you make him happy, then that’s all I really want.” The
blond confessed.

Finishing dressing
quickly after the confession, Qui-Gon came around and went to the
bed, sitting down beside Anakin, watching his son closely. “You
know Obi-Wan loves you right? Its just that…” Qui-Gon faltered.

“Just not like I
love him. He loves me like a sibling right?” Anakin gave a meek,
pained smile. “Padme said it was something like that, but I didn’t
want to listen… I mean I thought I could convince Obi-Wan…” His
shoulders slumped.

Settling a heavy
hand on Anakin’s shoulder, Qui-Gon rumbled. “I know. Lets go
check on him alright? We can speak about this once we know.” He
settled and Anakin nodded, watching Qui-Gon pull on his boots before
the two headed back to the medical wing of the castle.

It still took hours
for Doctor Che to step out of the room, the twi’lek sighing tiredly
as she rubbed a lekku tiredly before leveling both a vane smile. “He
will survive. It was a close thing your majesty but the Lord
Protector will live.”  

Both prince and
emperor slumped at that, wearily rubbing at their face in the same
movement that made the doctor chuckle a bit before she went serious.

“There was a
complication however.” She continued, Vokara Che straightening up
in preparation for what she had to tell them.

“Complication?”
Qui-Gon rumbled deeply, dropping his hands from his face even as
Anakin’s eyes grew wide with worry again.

“Perhaps
complication is the wrong word.” Che amended slowly. “Though our
discovery made the bullet removal harder as it was lodged in the Lord
Protector instead of leaving.” She took a deep breath, not one to
mince her words. “It appears the lord Protector is a bearer. He’s
pregnant though in an early stage from what I can tell, maybe just
about six weeks.”

It felt like the
bottom of the world had fallen out for Qui-Gon, his jaw dropping. “A
baby?” He rasped.

Che nodded and
Qui-Gon faintly saw Anakin drop back against the wall but he felt too
numb to move.

“…Will it
live?”

There was a pause,
Qui-Gon’s heart racing in his chest as the concept that Obi-Wan was
carrying his child became clear to him and that Obi-Wan had
been shot in the stomach area. And they might lose that babe before
it was even a glimmer in their eyes, Anakin might lose his chance to
become a big brother.

“The lord
Protector has lost a lot of blood and his body has gone through a
strong trauma.” Che said bluntly, watching how the two paled. “But
if he pulls through tonight, if his body doesn’t reject the fetus
tonight… then yes, it will live.”

This was going to
become the longest night in Qui-Gon and Anakin’s life.

Your blog gives me life every day! Thank you for sharing your boundless talent!! So, in Royal Protector….what if Obi Wan was a carrier and didn’t know it due to his upbringing. All of a sudden, not only does Anakin have Obi and Qui’s relationship to be jealous of, but possibly a younger sibling as well???

It feels like
forever.

Its only been a
night but that feels like forever to Qui-Gon as the two royals had
stood outside the medical halls doors for long minutes before Anakin
had slowly and gently grasped his fathers hands and pulled him away,
each step reluctant as Qui-Gon kept staring at the door as if Obi-Wan
would magically appear and when he had weakly tried to argue that he
should stay, Anakin had quietly countered that his clothes were
soiled with blood and the doctors would never let Qui-Gon, Emperor or
not, see an injured patient in that state.

It was only then he
really left, knowing that his son was right as he walked away from
the door with a heavy heart, still not knowing if Obi-Wan would make
it.

And he was never
going to forgive himself if Obi-Wan passed while he was away bathing
of all things.

But Anakin
insisted.

Had ordered the
servants to get the tub ready and had rifled in Qui-Gon’s closet
for clothes, not even pausing at the beige tunic that was clearly not
Qui-Gon’s that hung in the closet as he moved to his father with an
armful of fresh clothes. “Go bath father… I’ll wait here.”
Anakin whispered, his eyes full of concern.

Which lead to
Qui-Gon sitting in the tub for long moments, his soiled clothes on
the floor as he stared at his knees before he slowly washed away
everything.

He was faintly
grateful that the water didn’t turn pink, that there hadn’t come
enough blood on his skin to stain the water because if that happened
then Qui-Gon would have thrown up. It was amazing he hadn’t done it
before if he was frank, the memory of Obi-Wan’s pale face all to
clear in his mind as he let out a shuddering breath.

‘He needs me.’
Qui-Gon shook himself and roughly started to scrub himself skin, his
sun tanned skin from hours in the courtyard training turning pink at
his own viciousness but Qui-Gon hardly noticed as he got himself
clean and didn’t linger to enjoy the warmth for his ride sore
muscles.

Instead he sprang
out of the tub as soon as he could and wrapped himself in the large
towel, rubbing himself dry as quickly as he could before pulling on
the prepared bathrobe and striding into the bedroom of his apartment.

Anakin was sitting
on his bed, hands folded in his lap as he stare at them before
glancing up when Qui-Gon entered, a lost expression in them.

It made Qui-Gon
soften and he stopped by the bed, settling his hand on his sons
shoulder. “Obi-Wan is strong. He’s proved he’s strong Anakin,
he’ll pull through.” He rumbled, watching Anakin take a deep
breath and nod.

“I just don’t…
want him to leave us. Like mom did…” Anakin whispered.

Qui-Gon’s heart
ached at that, remembering Shmi and her beautiful smile in the sun
before she got ill and wasted away.

Cupping the blonds
face, Qui-Gon leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Obi-Wan
will not leave us willingly. He will fight and the doctors will
fight, you know he will.” Qui-Gon assured him as much as he was
assuring himself.

How long they spent
like that Qui-Gon wasn’t sure but his feet were cold when Anakin
finally nodded, giving him a shaking smile as he let Qui-Gon go to
dress himself, the Emperor stepping behind the folding screen in
midnight blue and gold.

However Anakin
spoke up, freezing Qui-Gon in place. “You love him, don’t you?”
Anakin’s empty voice rang out.

Qui-Gon stared at
his tunic, eyes wide before swallowing. He had expected this
conversation but he had hoped… he’d hoped he and Obi-Wan
would handle it.

“Yes. Does that
bother you Anakin?” He answered finally, pulling on the clean tunic
of silk and brocade.

“A bit.” Anakin
sighed loudly and Qui-Gon flinched. “But I’d rather have him
happy. If you make him happy, then that’s all I really want.” The
blond confessed.

Finishing dressing
quickly after the confession, Qui-Gon came around and went to the
bed, sitting down beside Anakin, watching his son closely. “You
know Obi-Wan loves you right? Its just that…” Qui-Gon faltered.

“Just not like I
love him. He loves me like a sibling right?” Anakin gave a meek,
pained smile. “Padme said it was something like that, but I didn’t
want to listen… I mean I thought I could convince Obi-Wan…” His
shoulders slumped.

Settling a heavy
hand on Anakin’s shoulder, Qui-Gon rumbled. “I know. Lets go
check on him alright? We can speak about this once we know.” He
settled and Anakin nodded, watching Qui-Gon pull on his boots before
the two headed back to the medical wing of the castle.

It still took hours
for Doctor Che to step out of the room, the twi’lek sighing tiredly
as she rubbed a lekku tiredly before leveling both a vane smile. “He
will survive. It was a close thing your majesty but the Lord
Protector will live.”  

Both prince and
emperor slumped at that, wearily rubbing at their face in the same
movement that made the doctor chuckle a bit before she went serious.

“There was a
complication however.” She continued, Vokara Che straightening up
in preparation for what she had to tell them.

“Complication?”
Qui-Gon rumbled deeply, dropping his hands from his face even as
Anakin’s eyes grew wide with worry again.

“Perhaps
complication is the wrong word.” Che amended slowly. “Though our
discovery made the bullet removal harder as it was lodged in the Lord
Protector instead of leaving.” She took a deep breath, not one to
mince her words. “It appears the lord Protector is a bearer. He’s
pregnant though in an early stage from what I can tell, maybe just
about six weeks.”

It felt like the
bottom of the world had fallen out for Qui-Gon, his jaw dropping. “A
baby?” He rasped.

Che nodded and
Qui-Gon faintly saw Anakin drop back against the wall but he felt too
numb to move.

“…Will it
live?”

There was a pause,
Qui-Gon’s heart racing in his chest as the concept that Obi-Wan was
carrying his child became clear to him and that Obi-Wan had
been shot in the stomach area. And they might lose that babe before
it was even a glimmer in their eyes, Anakin might lose his chance to
become a big brother.

“The lord
Protector has lost a lot of blood and his body has gone through a
strong trauma.” Che said bluntly, watching how the two paled. “But
if he pulls through tonight, if his body doesn’t reject the fetus
tonight… then yes, it will live.”

This was going to
become the longest night in Qui-Gon and Anakin’s life.

Ooohhh is there any chance we could get an update on RoyalProtector? Maybe there’s an attack on Qui-Gon that Obi-Wan successfully stops but Obi gets injured in the process???

It all happened so
fast, for all of them.

One moment Obi-Wan
had been sending him a small smile as they rode towards the castle
from a successful negotiation with their neighboring country of
Alderaan with Queen Breha and her prince consort Bail.

Both very pleasant
people and most accommodating with their terms for further trade
between their two countries to further prosperity for all. And they
had been taken with him and Obi-Wan in turn, his Royal Protector
always at his side or behind his chair.

And apparently
making funny grimaces at Bail when the Emperor and Queen wasn’t
watching to try and make the prince consort laugh.

But that’s the
past, that’s happier times only just half a week ago when they were
negotiating on the border of their two great countries with guards
and servants and wine.

This is today, the
ride towards the castle, Obi-Wan’s soft smile towards him before
green eyes had gone wide and the next thing Qui-Gon knows he’s on
the ground with the heavy weight of Obi-Wan laying on top of him with
the crack of a shot having rung out moments ago and the horses
screaming along with his guards yelling in shock and the people
screaming when they moments ago had been cheering for the return of
their Star Emperor.

Heat is blooming
against his spine and Obi-Wan’s breath is a wheeze in Qui-Gon’s
ears as he fights to turn around, desperately whispering a prayer
even as his heart sinks like a stone because he knows even before he
can see Obi-Wan.

He’s injured.

Obi-Wan is injured,
his beige and brown clothes turning red around his stomach area and
Qui-Gon knows the back of his own travel clothes are stained with
redness too as he realizes what the heat that bloomed through the
layers are.

And that’s a lot
of blood to go through thick layers.

He wants to scream
as Obi-Wan gives him a shaking smile and then firmly passes out.

The guards are
quick to get them to the castle after that with a few staying behind
to look for the perpetrators while Qui-Gon desperately holds Obi-Wan
in his arms.

Now that he has
him, he can’t lose him.

Not even an Emperor
can stay in the rooms when a doctor is working and he’s forced from
Obi-Wan’s side by the doctor, the muttered words of lodged
projectile and blood loss in his ears before the door shuts firmly on
him and leaves him standing in a cold hallway with Obi-Wan’s blood
drying on his clothes.

He’s not sure how
long he stands there, staring at the door, guards shifting in the
hall uncomfortably before he hears the racing feet of boots on stone,
his son barreling around the corner with wide eyes before crashing
into him. “Father!” Anakin gasped.

Qui-Gon caught him,
catching him on autopilot more then anything else.

“You’re
alright!” Anakin touched him gingerly before looking at the closed
door, frowning. “But if you’re alright…”

“Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon whispered, barely taking notice of how pale Anakin went at
that.

“…Will he
survive?”

“I don’t know.”
The Emperor said quietly, his hand on Anakin’s shoulder with both
now staring at the closed door of the medical wing.

Ooohhh is there any chance we could get an update on RoyalProtector? Maybe there’s an attack on Qui-Gon that Obi-Wan successfully stops but Obi gets injured in the process???

It all happened so
fast, for all of them.

One moment Obi-Wan
had been sending him a small smile as they rode towards the castle
from a successful negotiation with their neighboring country of
Alderaan with Queen Breha and her prince consort Bail.

Both very pleasant
people and most accommodating with their terms for further trade
between their two countries to further prosperity for all. And they
had been taken with him and Obi-Wan in turn, his Royal Protector
always at his side or behind his chair.

And apparently
making funny grimaces at Bail when the Emperor and Queen wasn’t
watching to try and make the prince consort laugh.

But that’s the
past, that’s happier times only just half a week ago when they were
negotiating on the border of their two great countries with guards
and servants and wine.

This is today, the
ride towards the castle, Obi-Wan’s soft smile towards him before
green eyes had gone wide and the next thing Qui-Gon knows he’s on
the ground with the heavy weight of Obi-Wan laying on top of him with
the crack of a shot having rung out moments ago and the horses
screaming along with his guards yelling in shock and the people
screaming when they moments ago had been cheering for the return of
their Star Emperor.

Heat is blooming
against his spine and Obi-Wan’s breath is a wheeze in Qui-Gon’s
ears as he fights to turn around, desperately whispering a prayer
even as his heart sinks like a stone because he knows even before he
can see Obi-Wan.

He’s injured.

Obi-Wan is injured,
his beige and brown clothes turning red around his stomach area and
Qui-Gon knows the back of his own travel clothes are stained with
redness too as he realizes what the heat that bloomed through the
layers are.

And that’s a lot
of blood to go through thick layers.

He wants to scream
as Obi-Wan gives him a shaking smile and then firmly passes out.

The guards are
quick to get them to the castle after that with a few staying behind
to look for the perpetrators while Qui-Gon desperately holds Obi-Wan
in his arms.

Now that he has
him, he can’t lose him.

Not even an Emperor
can stay in the rooms when a doctor is working and he’s forced from
Obi-Wan’s side by the doctor, the muttered words of lodged
projectile and blood loss in his ears before the door shuts firmly on
him and leaves him standing in a cold hallway with Obi-Wan’s blood
drying on his clothes.

He’s not sure how
long he stands there, staring at the door, guards shifting in the
hall uncomfortably before he hears the racing feet of boots on stone,
his son barreling around the corner with wide eyes before crashing
into him. “Father!” Anakin gasped.

Qui-Gon caught him,
catching him on autopilot more then anything else.

“You’re
alright!” Anakin touched him gingerly before looking at the closed
door, frowning. “But if you’re alright…”

“Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon whispered, barely taking notice of how pale Anakin went at
that.

“…Will he
survive?”

“I don’t know.”
The Emperor said quietly, his hand on Anakin’s shoulder with both
now staring at the closed door of the medical wing.